Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

On Minsk Street, in the bedroom of the house Renekton rented, Renekton's figure was quickly outlined.

"I wonder if Bernadette will come to me and ask about today's events?"

"Well, probably not. It was because she blocked the surroundings and the spiritual world, cutting off contact between me and the paper man. This triggered the self-destruction measures I left on the paper man."

After muttering something under his breath, he took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack nearby.

After simply going to the bathroom to wash up, Renekton lay down on the bed and went to sleep.

The crimson moonlight shines through the glass window and scatters in the bedroom, creating a sense of tranquility.

Renekton, who was sleeping, fell into a deep dream again.

The blurry figure who called himself Sasril became slightly clearer. The surrounding scene was the interior of a simple and magnificent palace. He was sitting quietly on a tall golden seat, staring at the dusk outside.

Renekton's figure appeared in this palace, as abrupt as a disharmonious intruder.

"Is this the Twilight Temple?"

Renekton looked at the vague figure sitting on the top seat of the palace in confusion.

"This is the Twilight Temple in my memory."

The vague figure replied, then stood up from the seat and walked towards Renekton step by step, saying as he walked:

"I didn't expect that besides you and that Russell, there is another remnant of the past in this era, and he is also one of the back-up men left behind by the mysterious one."

"The calm on the surface is about to be broken. In a short time, the world will enter the last carnival before the end!"

There was no ups and downs in the other party's words, but Renekton's expression turned serious unconsciously, as if he had seen the future.

After two seconds of silence, Renekton reorganized his emotions and said:

"With your help, how long can I fully use the power of the sage's characteristics in my body?"

"In less than thirty seconds, this is the limit your body can bear."

The blurry figure said without any fluctuations in his voice.

Renekton nodded slightly. In less than thirty seconds, it was already much longer than the dozen seconds he expected.

The blurry figure walked to a place more than one meter in front of Renekton and stopped. Although his figure was blurry, Renekton could still detect that the other person was half a head taller than himself.

He curled his lips slightly, changed the topic and asked:

"Will the incarnation of the true Creator instinctively resist when faced with a fatal threat?"

"There will be some resistance from the crazy consciousness, but it won't be too strong. With the combined efforts of the two sages and the cooperation of my own will, it won't be too difficult to kill this incarnation."

"Yes." Renekton nodded after hearing this. The other party's words should be credible.

I hope that the goddess of the night will descend a little slower by then.

The blurry figure took the initiative to stir up another topic:

"Are you planning to support that remnant of the past to become the new Lord of Mysteries?"

"You can't support Amon, right?"

Renekton looked at the other party without any stage fright and asked.

The blurry figure has no special expression, maybe it does, but it's just too blurry to see.

Seeing that there was no response from the other party, Renekton continued:

"Amon clearly chose Adam between you and Adam!"

The blurry figure seemed to be silent for a moment. He didn't know whether he was saddened by his eldest son, or he was thinking of his other divine half.

The blurry figure finally said only one sentence: "He does not recognize my identity."

"If Amon becomes the Lord of Mysteries, are you sure you won't be worse than the one who returned before?"

Renekton continued, trying to persuade the father.

The blurry figure did not answer this question, but just said:

"I will not interfere until they really start competing for the position of the Lord of Mysteries!"

Renekton waved his hand and didn't try to say anything more.

Another topic was ended. Renekton and the vague figure stared at each other in silence, but no one had the intention to speak again.

After a long moment of silence, Renekton broke the silence:

"Are there any new paths in the starry sky adjacent to the existing twenty-two paths?"

"Yes! I don't know which ones they are specifically, but among the foreign gods entrenched in the starry sky, except for those who want to get back part of their lost authority, the rest are here to obtain authority similar to themselves. .”

"But accommodating more authority can enhance the status and strength of the past, but it cannot exceed the pillars."

The vague figure answered in great detail.

Renekton nodded slightly. These were in line with his guesses, and then asked a new question:

"If the ordinary old day accommodates more authority, is it possible that He will become a new pillar? Or will it simply lose control?"

The blurry figure shook his head and said:

"There are only four clear pillar positions. In addition to the old days, if they accommodate more authority, they can only improve some of their own strength and authority, but there will be no new pillar positions unless they choose to lose control. , let the beginning awaken in yourself.”

Rekton nodded understandingly.

The next morning, Renekton sat at the dining table with today's newspaper, enjoying breakfast while reading reports on the serial murder case:

"Start 12th!"

"The devil reappears, another lady is murdered, and the murderer has been killed!"

"The gas explosion affected the serial murderer and died at the scene of the murder."

In the inconspicuous part of today's newspaper, there was only one mention about the theft of the Kingdom Museum.

"The man who has been blamed for the gas explosion for so long finally became a hero today."

Renekton sighed in a mocking tone.

Then he put the newspaper aside and continued to enjoy his breakfast.

At the same time, in the Kingdom Museum.

In the restored Russell study, Max Livermore, the captain of the Mechanical Heart team wearing a monocle seal, asked the team members:

"Are you sure that only two bookmarks were stolen?"

"Yes, only those two bookmarks were stolen." The team member who was questioned replied firmly.

Standing in front of the desk, an old man wearing a white priest's robe and a clergyman's soft hat stared at the desk for a long time.

Then he turned around and said in a calm tone:

"There was more than one person here last night, at least two, or three, who were opposing each other."

"The sequence of one of them may even be higher than mine, but the other one escaped strangely, and the third one doesn't look like a normal life, maybe his consciousness is lodged in something."

"I can't restore the complete scene, but I can still see a lot of things. This matter is more complicated than we imagined!"

"Your Majesty the Archbishop" Max, the captain of the Heart of Machinery team, wanted to say something else.

But the old man known as the Archbishop waved his hand, stared at the two books with stolen bookmarks again, and sighed:

"I know why they stole the bookmarks. We were all tricked by Russell."

Klein, who had just returned to his body above the gray fog, moved his body for a while, and then went downstairs to enjoy breakfast.

As soon as I took a bite of the crispy and fragrant corn pancake, the door of the house was pushed open.

Klein immediately turned his head and looked over. Renekton walked in with a newspaper in his hand.

Klein quickly swallowed the tortilla in his mouth, glanced at the undamaged door behind Renekton and said:

"How did you open my door?"

"Just a little push and it opens."

Renekton reached out and pushed the door open.

Klein glanced at the other party suspiciously, and then said:

"Have you analyzed the master key's ability to open doors?"

"It is indeed the ability to open the door, but it is not analyzed from the master key. My crow can also open the door."

Renekton walked to the dining room, pulled out a chair and sat down before answering.

Klein was stunned for a moment, and then thought about the night before yesterday, when he used the master key to open the door and escape from the house, the other party's crow was actually able to catch up with him.

Renekton handed the newspaper to Klein and placed the side with the news about the theft of the Kingdom Museum at the top.

He raised his eyebrows and glanced at Klein, then said:

"You move pretty fast!"

Klein's first reaction was to deny the incident, but then he felt it was unnecessary.

After hesitating for a moment, he asked:

"How do you know I did it?"

"Guess what Bernadette and I were talking about at that time?"

Renekton did not answer Klein's question directly, but asked a rhetorical question.

Klein's face froze. He carefully recalled the scene last night. He didn't see anyone except Bernadette.

Finally, the picture in Klein's mind settled on the small paper man lying on the manuscript, crudely cut, but with strange patterns painted on his body.

"Are you the paper man?"

Renekton nodded slightly and said:

"I left a coordinate there during the day yesterday. I was going to pick up the bookmark and run away at night, but I happened to land in front of Bernadette."

Before Klein could sigh, Renekton looked at Klein with a half-smile and continued:

"Then while Bernadette and I were chatting, another strange spirit ran over, rolled up something and ran away."

"Uh." Klein scratched his head in embarrassment. He hadn't thought of how to explain his appearance and sudden disappearance as a spirit body.

An elderly person in the family passed away, so there will be relatively few updates in the past two days. I will find time to slowly make up for it later.