Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

"The performance needs to be applauded by the audience? Is this the magician's code of performance?"

Klein said with an almost firm tone.

Renekton nodded slightly, confirming Klein's question, and then added:

"It's almost the same, but only part of it. The apprentice pathway has a sequence called Master of Magic. As an adjacent pathway, it has enough reference value."

After continuing to communicate with Klein for a while, Renekton returned to the house across the street from entering the spirit world.

In the study, he summoned his own book messenger, selected a part of what happened at the East Balam dock, and wrote it in a letter, telling Cattleya to exchange it for the Wind Blessed One's potion formula.

After asking the courier to send the written letter to the Future, Renekton took out a new piece of paper, this time a letter to Thea.

Good afternoon, madam.

The crow I raised has almost finished digesting the Gravedigger's potion. I wonder when you can get the psychic potion formula and what kind of reward is required?

I recently met a former member of the School of Life who was a member of the Parliament of Destiny, and I learned a lot about the original moon from him

Finally, there is another question, do you know how the Harvest Priest should be played?

Rather than write a serious ending, Renekton drew a small illustration of Bugs Bunny at the back.

After waiting for a while, the Book Messenger arrived belatedly. Renekton handed it the written letter, and the Book Messenger disappeared from sight again.

After writing the letter, Renekton returned to his bedroom, preparing to sleep early. In the evening, he took the crow Anu to the cemetery to play the role of a gravedigger. Today should be the last time the crow Anu plays the role of a gravedigger.

When Renekton woke up from bed, the sky outside the window had darkened, and there was a faint crimson light in the sky.

"It's another Blood Moon night, and as the end approaches, these guys are coming to life."

Renekton sighed and controlled his thoughts to prevent himself from being noticed by the beings in the starry sky because he thought too much.

He glanced at a piece of light yellow paper lying quietly on the table beside him. After getting out of bed, Renekton picked it up and took a look.

It was Frank's reply to himself, telling him that within this week the captain would give him the Wind Blessed Potion formula.

Throwing the letter in his hand back to the spirit world, Renekton went downstairs and took the crow Anu with him to the East District.

Because too many corpses had been buried in cemeteries under the jurisdiction of the Church of Steam, Renekton chose a cemetery under the jurisdiction of the Church of Storms this time.

Traveling through the spirit world, after several trips back and forth, I brought over a dozen corpses that had just died.

He reached out and patted the crow Anu standing on his shoulder. At Renekton's signal, the crow Anu flew into the air and sprinkled herbal powder and ritual materials.

After the crow Anu skillfully arranged the ceremony, Renekton snapped his fingers, and some of the candles burst into flames.

The brilliance of the blood moon is particularly strong, making the surrounding spiritual beings active and restless.

Under the influence of the blood moon, the ritual arranged by the crow Anu was somewhat strengthened, and he quickly completed the requiem for the surrounding corpses.

Then he sprinkled iron-black powder, summoned invisible giant hands, and dug grave pits one after another on the ground. Put the corpse that has been requiemed into the grave and bury it with a layer of soil.

Renekton had already found a few stones as he had done before, processed them a little, and made them into simple tombstones, which he inserted in front of the grave. And wrote an epitaph for them.

After everything was completed, Anu, the crow, took a few wild flowers he found from nowhere and placed them in front of the tombstone.

Renekton glanced at the crow Anu. At this moment, it seemed to have undergone some transformation.

"Boss, I seem to have finished digesting the Gravedigger's potion."

Anu, the crow, stood on the ground in a daze, and after a while, he flapped his wings and flew into the air.

"Well done." He praised with a slight nod, and then Renekton took the crow Anu directly back to the Qorwood area through the spirit world.

As soon as he stepped out of the spirit world, Renekton saw a figure standing upright not far ahead.

Renekton was stunned for a moment. When he was in the spirit world, he didn't realize there was anyone here!

"We meet again."

The figure in front turned around and said hello in a gentle tone.

The other person was wearing a loose black fur coat and was a well-groomed middle-aged gentleman. He also held a lit cigarette in his right hand.

Renekton recognized the other party, the ferryman with the royal bloodline of the Balam Empire, Pluck Eggers. Renekton saluted politely and then said hello:

"Long time no see, Mr. Eggers! I didn't expect we would meet again so soon."

"I slightly spread the aggregation effect of the extraordinary characteristics on my body, and I think I should be able to attract this interesting crow."

Prak Eggers' tone was still gentle, and he directly told the reason why the two met here.

Renekton was stunned for a moment, not expecting the other party to be so direct, and then said:

"Mr. Eggers, do you have anything to do with me? Or are you looking for it?"

As he spoke, Renekton pointed at Anu, the crow who was standing motionless on his shoulder.

Pluck Eggers smiled and said:

"Look for them all. The aura of the undead has not dissipated from your bodies. Did you just go to the cemetery to perform?"

"Then I think you haven't had dinner yet. Come on, I'll treat you to a dinner with Southern Continent characteristics."

With that said, Plak turned around and led the way. Renekton hesitated for a moment, then followed the other party's steps and arrived at a restaurant called Hagarty not far away.

After the waiter in the store saw Plak, he immediately led the way. The two came to a seat by the window on the second floor, where they could just see the street outside.

Renekton and Pluk sat opposite each other, and Pluk ordered the waiter to bring the ordered dishes.

Renekton looked aside and raised his eyebrows slightly. Was he already prepared?

Plaque smiled slightly, took a sip of the tea poured by the waiter, and then said:

"I plan to leave Backlund and return to East Balam in the near future. I have a certain hunch that Backlund will no longer be peaceful in the next period of time. It is not suitable for tobacco business for the time being."

"And it's been more than a year since I left East Balam. It's time to go back, otherwise anyone over there would dare to jump out."

Renekton looked at the other party in surprise. He remembered that the Death Path had nothing to do with such powers as precognition.

"The Path of Death can cast various spells through natural spirits and dead souls, which naturally also includes prophecy spells."

As if he knew what Renekton was thinking, Pluk explained in a gentle tone.

Renekton nodded slightly, which made sense.

But the other party was Sequence Three. Apart from matters involving true gods and angels, he didn't need to care about anything at all, so why did he leave Backlund.

"Mr. Eggers, what do you want from me?"

Renekton directly asked his doubts.

Plak handed Renekton a freshly roasted lamb chop, then tore off a small piece of meat and fed it to Anu the crow.

After doing all this, Plaque spoke again:

"I want to invite you to join an organization. I wonder if you are interested in going to the Southern Continent with me?"

Renekton was stunned for a moment. He thought about many possibilities, but he really didn't expect that the other party was here to poach someone. Almost immediately he shook his head and rejected the other party's proposal:

"Sorry, I can't leave Backlund for the time being, and I don't think the Knowledge Church will agree to let me join the Spiritual Religion."

"As expected." Pulak nodded slightly, without worrying too much about this issue, as if the suggestion just now was just a whim.

"But the organization I invited is not the Spiritual Religion Group, or it won't be in the future."

"The Spiritual Religion is going to split?"

Renekton said with confusion on his face.

Plaque shook his head slightly: "I don't have much identification with the various factions of the Spiritual Religion. I want to lead some people who have the same idea as me to set up an idle organization to develop the economy."

"Compared to those grand plans like resurrecting the God of Death and rebuilding the Balam Empire, I hope to actually develop the Southern Continent instead of being treated as a cake to be divided among several major kingdoms and churches."

"A very lofty ideal." Renekton sighed from the bottom of his heart. If he hadn't been at Sequence Five, he would have even wanted to get the other person to join him. To complete the mission in the Knowledge Wilderness, people with this kind of thinking are needed.

"Is it far-reaching? Maybe it's too far-reaching." Plaque said in a not too strong tone, as if he was mocking himself:

"This is just an idea. Although I will take action, I may not be able to gain anything."

Renekton shook his head slightly, smiled and said:

"At least I agree with this ideal. I think besides me, there will be many people who agree with it, although they may not be from the Spiritual Religion Group or even from the Southern Continent."

"Also, maybe some churches and some organizations can become your partners and provide some help."

"For example, the Church of Knowledge?" Plak's tone was still gentle, but there was a smile from the heart on his face.