Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Klein's figure was running towards the bridge, and the loud noise behind him made him look sideways.

The shadows in front suddenly squirmed, and Renekton covered his chest with one hand and walked out of the shadows.

"Cough! Cough~"

"It's okay. The movement just now attracted the Nighthawks and Punishers. The witch didn't dare to catch up, cough~"

"Huh~" Klein breathed a sigh of relief and resisted the urge to sneeze.

He stopped, looked at Renekton with concern and asked:

"Are you okay? Was that witch just now? What's the sequence?"

"Two cute little boys, my name is Panatya, please remember your sister's name!"

A lazy and charming voice sounded from the side.

Klein was immediately wary of his surroundings, and the talisman he held in his hand was almost deformed by the force he unconsciously increased.

"Snap!" Renekton snapped his fingers.

A golden illusory flame, carrying the breath of the sacred sun, ignited on the glass window of a house in the distance. The glass window exploded instantly, and the glass fragments showed signs of melting under the high temperature of the flame.

"Cough! Cough~"

Resisting the burning sensation in his lungs, he walked up to Klein in a few steps and put his hand on his shoulder.

The surrounding shadows quickly squirmed, as if they had come alive, completely submerging the two people and a crow, and then disappeared in place.

Then a strong wind roared this way, and swept away into the distance without stopping.

Using the shadow as a springboard, Renekton took Klein and a crow and flew away from Wildy Street.

It wasn't until there was no more whimpering wind around that I stepped into the spiritual world and returned to Minsk Street in the Jowood District.

"Huh~ The response of the Church of Storms this time is a bit unexpectedly fast."

Renekton and he were lying on the sofa in the living room of Klein's house and said with some emotion.

Klein nodded in deep agreement:

"Maybe it's because I've been provoked too many times recently!"

"Is the witch named Panatia a demigod?"

This was Klein's guess. Even the witch's ordinary movements and casual words contained a strong sense of charm.

What's more important is that he felt that Al couldn't beat the opponent, so he asked him to run away from the beginning. Of course, it might be that he couldn't beat the opponent with him.

Renekton nodded slightly:

"The Witch of Despair in Sequence Four."

"With despair as its core, it can create occult viruses and bacteria, spread large-scale plagues, and create various man-made disasters."

Klein's face became tense. He remembered that Al was coughing when they first met:

"Are you okay? I need to go to Harvest Church. Do you need treatment?"

Klein thought that the other party had a good relationship with the Church of the Earth. He originally wanted to say that he needed to go to the Harvest Church to find a priest for treatment. Then he remembered that the priest in Backlund was an Extraordinary of the warrior path, and swallowed the rest of his words.

Renekton waved his hand and said:

"Although the Dawn Knight also has a certain purification ability, it is not as good as the solar field spell I released myself."

"I had already cleaned up all the viruses we had during the shadow jump."

"Us?" Klein was stunned for a moment. He thought he was not infected, at least he didn't notice it himself.

"The Witch of Despair used the mystical connection between her and the virus she spread to locate our location, and then passed on those words to us."

After explaining, Renekton stood up and prepared to go back. As soon as he took one foot out, he turned his head and said to Klein:

"Go to rest early. The witch will not come after you. You don't have to worry about getting up tomorrow morning and you will have a delicate beauty lying in your arms."

Before Klein's face darkened, Renekton took the crow and stepped into the spirit world and disappeared into the living room.

Crane sighed, sat on the sofa, and recalled the outrageous encounter tonight:

Is that demigod-level witch the danger pointed to by the second divination? Why am I not in danger if I go alone? Is it because I can't detect the witch passing by in the mirror world?

It’s really outrageous! A witch was provoked out of nowhere, and neither of them knew what was going on, so both parties tacitly accepted that the other was the enemy.

However, traveling in the shadows is not to avoid the punishers coming from the Church of Storms, but to interact with this witch and take the opportunity to cleanse the virus from our bodies.

Klein felt that his little friend was quite careful in his work, but he was also very capable of causing trouble. What was originally a simple investigation suddenly turned into a head-on encounter with a desperate witch.

"In the end, there was no chance to find out what was behind the master key!"

Klein took the master key out of his pocket. He had decided to throw the key into the pile of debris above the gray fog and would not use it again.

In the Hillston District, in a luxuriously decorated room, a full-length mirror appeared with ripples like water, and Panadia walked out of the mirror wearing a pure white simple robe.

The hair that was originally loosely pulled up has fallen apart, and the pure white and simple robe on his body also has some burn marks.

This added a sense of charm and coquettishness to Panatya, who already had excellent appearance and temperament.

"A strange astrologer and a strange fortune teller, it's really an interesting combination."

Panadia walked towards the dressing table, looked at her own image in the mirror, a smile appeared on her face, and she murmured softly.

He pulled up his long, disheveled hair again, and then raised his hand to easily tear open the robe that had burnt marks on his body, not caring about the beauty of his body.

The robe ignited with black flames on her hands, leaving only a few ashes after being burned.

The door was opened from the outside, and a man wearing a double-breasted gown, with dark blond hair, a straight nose, and facial features like classical sculptures walked in.

Panatya, who was naked, didn't care about the man's sudden intrusion. Instead, she turned around and looked at him with a smile.

Ince Zangwill closed the door and took a few steps closer to Panatia. He took off his clothes one by one.

"I saw your name appeared on 0-08."

"Shh~"

Panatia gently put her finger to Ince Zangwill's lips, blocked the rest of his words, and chuckled:

“It’s fun time”

On Tuesday morning, when Renekton woke up, Bugs Bunny handed over today's breakfast newspaper, and Renekton took them and placed them on the dining table.

Renekton picked up a copy of the Tasok Daily News. He was a little curious about how things ended last night.

Opening today's newspaper, today's headline is particularly eye-catching:

Last night, a gas explosion occurred at No. 32 Weldi Street in the South District of the Bridge, affecting several nearby houses. There were no casualties yet.

"There is no murderer or suspect, and the problem is directly blamed on the gas explosion. Is it because the recent serial murders have made Backlund panic?"

"If Gas could talk, he would definitely say that he was more unjust than Dou E!"

In Backlund, or the entire world, gas explosions are a common excuse used by major churches and kingdoms.

Renekton picked up the milk on the table, took a sip, and then looked through other information for a while.

"Boom! Boom!"

As soon as the knock on the door rang, the door opened automatically.

Klein walked in, glanced at Renekton who was still eating breakfast, and sighed in his mind that people who don't have to work have enough sleep.

He walked to the opposite side of the dining table, pulled a chair and sat down, and then said:

"I'm here to invite you to go to the Kingdom Museum to visit today's 'Roselle Memorial Exhibition'."

"no problem."

Nodding slightly, Renekton silently speeded up his breakfast.

Renekton had originally planned to go to the Roselle Memorial Exhibition today. Not to mention anything else, there was a Blasphemy card there, although it was not one of the cards he needed.

After finishing breakfast and tidying up, Renekton and Klein went out together.

On King's Avenue in the West End, there was already a long queue in front of the Kingdom Museum.

Looking at the crowded crowd in front of him, Renekton sighed helplessly:

"Roselle is so popular!"

"really."

Klein nodded approvingly.

It was not until around ten o'clock that Renekton and Klein followed the team to the entrance of the Kingdom Museum.

Follow the people in front and walk into the museum step by step.

The crowds in the museum gradually dispersed, making it seem less crowded.

Renekton did not follow Klein, nor did he pay attention to the docent's explanation. He just wandered through the museum on his own.

Walking through the crowd easily, his eyes passed over each of Russell's inventions.

Passing by an exhibition hall, Renekton saw the toilet bowl used by Russell on display. Well, the surface was coated with a layer of gold foil and engraved with complicated and exaggerated patterns.

"I wonder what Russell will think when he sees this!"

Sighing in his heart, Renekton decided to use magic to preserve all these scenes after he went back, as a gift to Russell when they first met.

There are also some of Russell's early diaries in this exhibition hall. Of course, as the organizer, the Church of Steam cannot tell the order of these diaries.