Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Klein couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation, but Renekton just waved his hand casually and ignored the topic.

After adjusting his expression, Renekton asked pretending to be curious:

"What is the path to that card of blasphemy?"

Seeing that the other party did not intend to investigate how he did those things last night, Klein breathed a sigh of relief, and then said with a smile:

"You mentioned it before, the Black Emperor Path."

"The promotion ceremony of the Black Emperor is to have his own country, so that his name and the title of emperor are connected and become common knowledge among the people."

"Furthermore, it is necessary to establish a set of strict and complicated rules that are contrary to normal conditions, driving the people to build nine pyramid-like mausoleums, and then enter one of them. The vast majority of the people participate in the corresponding tombs scattered in different cities. During the sacrificial ceremony, take a sequence 0 potion."

Renekton pretended to hear it for the first time and nodded, with a little surprise in his eyes.

Then he added:

"The Black Emperor's path is good at twisting the rules and using them. The Black Emperor's resurrection ability may have exploited the loophole of death."

Klein nodded in agreement. He felt that this guess made sense.

Renekton didn't speak any more, and sat quietly on the chair with his eyes closed, waiting for Klein to finish his breakfast.

Klein also saw that the other party seemed to be waiting for him, so he ate breakfast a little faster.

After enjoying his breakfast, Klein looked at Renekton curiously and asked:

"What do you want today?"

"No." Renekton shook his head slightly, and then said:

"What are your plans today? I have a hunch that I should follow you during this period."

"Huh? Follow me? Why?"

Klein asked in confusion.

Renekton rubbed his chin with his right hand and said as if thinking:

"I have some premonitions. I don't know why. I can only say that they are intuitions about the future."

"Boom! Boom!" The knock on the door sounded.

Klein stood up and went to open the door. As soon as his hand touched the door handle, the scene outside the door appeared in his mind.

An old man with white beard and hair, wearing a simple brown robe, stood outside the door with his eyes closed tightly.

Klein recognized him and often went to see Renekton's neighbor, Mr. Destiny.

Klein glanced at Renekton subconsciously. He felt that the old man was still here to find him.

After turning the door handle and opening the door, Klein politely stepped aside, gave up his seat, and invited the other party to enter the house:

"Good morning, Mr. Destiny."

"Good morning, Mr. Detective."

Renekton, who was sitting on a chair in the dining room, saw Destiny coming in. He was slightly stunned, and soon thought of his premonition.

"Destiny?" Renekton murmured softly.

Although Destiny had his eyes closed, his walking pace was not affected in the slightest. It seemed that he didn't have to worry about kicking or tripping on something and falling down because his eyes were closed.

"I feel the trajectory of destiny. Although it is not clear yet, I feel it. That may be an opportunity to be promoted to Sequence Three. It is getting closer."

Destiny's tone gradually became excited as he talked about the reason for his coming.

Renekton pulled a chair in front of the other party and asked curiously:

"today?"

Destiny shook his head and replied:

"No, I don't know, maybe not, but I have made all preparations, only this last chance is left."

After closing the door, Klein also walked over and asked curiously:

"What opportunity? A promotion ceremony?"

Destiny nodded, then shook his head again, and then said after a moment of silence:

"The third sequence of the destiny path is called Chaos Walker. The opportunity I need is the best time for me to take the magic potion and advance, and it is also a ritual."

Renekton raised his eyebrows and said not too surprised:

"When you find this opportunity, the ceremony will naturally start or appear?"

"Yes." Destiny nodded in response.

Klein, who heard this, thought for a moment, and then said with emotion:

"Promotion in the Destiny Path depends entirely on luck, right?"

"You can say that." Destiny nodded in agreement.

Renekton sat leaning on the dining table. He was a little confused as to why Destiny sensed the opportunity for his promotion now. Renekton initially thought that the other party's promotion would have to wait until the Great Smog Incident.

Doesn't a large-scale chaos serve as an opportunity for the advancement of a Chaos Walker?

After thinking about it for a long time, I still didn't come to a conclusion.

Renekton simply stood up and said to Klein:

"What are you going to do today? I'll follow you."

Klein glanced at Renekton and then at Destiny who was standing aside. He felt that he was going to travel in a group of three today.

After hesitating for a moment, Klein finally revealed his original travel plan for today:

"I'm going to the Cragg Club this morning."

Renekton nodded slightly while thinking in his mind whether his premonition was directed at Will.

Following Klein to the Kragg Club, Renekton and Destiny quickly became new members of the club with the help of gold pounds and Destiny's luck.

Klein chatted with his friends he met at the club for a while and then went to the shooting range to practice shooting.

Renekton and Destiny each took a cup of coffee, found a seat and sat down, quietly waiting for things to unfold.

It was not Renekton's character to wait quietly. After sitting in his position for a long time, Renekton felt bored.

Destiny seemed to have long been accustomed to this state of quietly waiting for things to happen. He sat on the sofa very quietly. Renekton even felt that the other person had fallen asleep with his eyes closed.

Rekton reached out and tapped the empty coffee cup twice, and Renekton sighed:

"If I had known it would be so boring, I would have brought two books out to read."

"If you want to read, you should probably go to the library."

When a middle-aged man with a cane passed by, he paused for a moment after hearing Renekton's words, and then continued with a smile.

Renekton looked sideways, and a purple halo flashed in his eyes inadvertently. It just passed by and did not attract the attention of the middle-aged man opposite.

He didn't see anything unusual in the other party, but Renekton still invited the other party to sit down and chat for a while:

"There don't seem to be many seats around. If you don't mind, you can sit here. There happens to be no one to talk to me, which makes me a little bored."

"Haha! I used to think that people who like reading would like silence and solitude, but it seems that's not the case with you."

The middle-aged man said something, then leaned his crutches on the sofa, as if he didn't want to walk more steps with the crutches.

Renekton responded with a smile:

"I only like silence when I am immersed in books. The rest of the time I prefer to be lively."

Destiny, who had been sitting quietly on the sofa with his eyes closed and wandering in a fugue, had already turned his head at some point. Although his eyes were still closed, Renekton felt that he could still see him even with his eyes closed.

He closed his eyes and stared at the middle-aged man sitting on the other side of the sofa. After a while, he said:

"Sir, your luck doesn't look very good lately?"

Renekton looked at Destiny, and then he looked at the middle-aged man he invited. Renekton was basically sure of his identity.

Dr. Alan Kress, Will's chosen father for his future reboot.

Allen hesitantly glanced at Destiny, who had his eyes closed. He had thought that the old gentleman had fallen asleep sitting on the sofa.

Renekton spoke up to vouch for Destiny:

"You can trust Mr. Destiny's judgment. He has an extraordinary understanding of destiny."

"Really?" There was still obvious hesitation in Dr. Allen's eyes, but after struggling alone for a long time, he decided to trust the other party for the time being.

Anyway, I'm so unlucky, I can't afford to be cheated again!

"I've been down on my luck for a long time."

Dr. Allen rubbed his forehead and responded, then hesitantly asked:

"Mr. Destiny, do you have any opinion on this?"

Renekton also looked at Destiny curiously, looking forward to what kind of explanation the other party would give.

"This is a transaction. The ups and downs of fortune are normal. When your luck drops to a certain level, it will recover again and get better."

"Deal?" Renekton murmured, already guessing in his mind that Will, who was being chased too closely by Ourolius, was now preparing to restart.

"this?"

Dr. Allen shook his head in disappointment. He thought the old gentleman would say something to clear up his confusion, but in the end he just comforted himself.

Renekton stared at Destiny. Since the other party saw the deal, he should know more, but he didn't show any sign of it.

After a slight hesitation, Renekton still asked:

"Mr. Destiny, don't you want to meet your former Speaker?"

"I have quit the School of Life, and I don't want to participate in the Wheel of Fortune. I came to Backlund just for that opportunity."

Destiny shook his head slightly, his attitude very clear.

I have something going on at home these two days, so there will be less updates. I will make up for them one by one later.