Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

"You can help Dr. Allen solve his luck problem. After all, it is not an option to continue to be unlucky like this."

Renekton asked Destiny, then turned to Dr. Allen and said:

"Mr. Destiny can solve your unfortunate problem, but at a price."

"How much does it cost?" Dr. Allen interrupted Renekton.

He already regarded Renekton and Destiny as fraudsters in his mind, but because he had been tortured by bad luck for too long, he still wanted to hear what the other party would do.

Renekton waved his hand: "No money required."

"Just think of it as a meeting gift for your future child."

Destiny answered this unexpectedly.

"Future child?" Dr. Allen looked confused, but unfortunately no one was present to give an answer.

Renekton glanced at Destiny, but he didn't expect that the other party would guess Will Asceptin's plan to restart so easily.

Renekton didn't really want to interfere in the fight between Will and Ourolish, and now that he still had part of the consciousness of the true creator in his body, Will didn't dare to see him at all.

Thinking that Will would avoid him now, Renekton felt as if his trip today was in vain.

"Or is my premonition pointing to something else?"

Renekton thought for a moment, but couldn't think of anything else that could inspire him.

Dr. Allen glanced at Renekton and Destiny, who were both deep in thought. Finally, he politely left and went to talk to other acquaintances with his cane.

After Dr. Allen left, Renekton asked curiously:

"Mr. Destiny, have you helped him get rid of the bad luck?"

Destiny, who had his eyes closed, shook his head slightly and explained:

"It's not like he's got bad luck, it's just that he lacks some luck, and I've made up for it."

"Although it's not enough to make him lucky, it's not too unlucky either."

Renekton nodded thoughtfully and said no more.

It was a bit boring just sitting like this, so I went to the waiter and asked for a pair of flying chess pieces.

"Thank you, Emperor Russell, for making my life not so boring!"

After thanking Russell for flying chess, Renekton invited Destiny to play chess with him.

While playing chess, Renekton felt what fate meant.

After playing for a while, Renekton changed the flying chess to Intis chess, for no other reason than because chess is not affected by so many factors of luck.

After practicing shooting at the shooting range, Klein came back and saw Renekton playing cards with Mr. Destiny, who had his eyes closed the whole time.

There are several kinds of chess and cards placed on the table nearby. It seemed that the two of them had played all this, and there were many people watching.

After taking a few steps closer, Klein asked curiously:

"Why are you playing cards?"

"I'm bored and want to challenge my fate."

Renekton randomly drew a card and said.

"Challenge fate?" Klein asked doubtfully.

"Sherlock, are these two your friends?"

Talim, who introduced Klein to join the Krag Club, stepped aside to make room for Klein, and then said in a very exaggerated tone:

"You don't know how lucky this old gentleman is. All his wishes come true. He can draw whichever card he wants. Whether it's playing chess or cards, as long as it has something to do with luck. , he never lost a game.”

Klein nodded politely and said, "Yes, the old gentleman has always been very lucky."

He is an extraordinary person in the path of destiny!

Dr. Allen, who was also watching Renekton and Destiny playing cards, heard that Klein and Destiny knew each other. He used his cane and called Klein aside to communicate alone.

Dr. Allen told Klein all about his experiences during this period and what Mr. Destiny said just now, hoping to seek the detective's opinion.

"Sherlock, are you familiar with that old Mr. Destiny? Do you think his words are credible?"

"Originally I didn't want to believe this, but I just watched them playing cards and chess for a while. To be honest, I even had some doubts that they were the kind of wizards who mastered mysterious powers."

Dr. Allen said with some disbelief.

Klein made a thoughtful expression, thinking about how to make all this seem reasonable and make Dr. Allen believe it.

After thinking for a moment, Klein coughed lightly and said:

"Ahem! Dr. Allen, that old Mr. Destiny does have an extraordinary understanding of fate. I think you can trust his judgment."

"You can definitely observe for two more days to see if your luck has improved, and then decide whether to think of other solutions."

Dr. Allen smiled bitterly: "That's true. Anyway, I have been unlucky for such a long time, not less than a day or two."

After comforting Dr. Allen, Klein went to the cafeteria to get some food for today's lunch.

Not long after Klein sat at the dining table, Renekton and Destiny came over with a piece of food each, and placed them under the table around the dining table.

Klein glanced at Destiny, whose eyes were closed but were no different from those with his eyes open, and asked with some curiosity in his tone:

"Mr. Destiny, is there anything wrong with Dr. Allen's sudden change in luck?"

Destiny replied as he ate his lunch:

"There is no problem, it's just that someone asked him for some help. I gave him some luck, and he won't be unlucky again in the future."

“Why would asking for some help make someone’s luck worse?”

Klein became even more confused.

Destiny said with some emotion:

"Every gift of fate comes at a price. The doctor is just paying some price in advance, and the gifts of fate will come slowly in the future."

Klein nodded in understanding, and seeing that Destiny had no intention of continuing to speak, he stopped asking any more questions.

"What are you going to do this afternoon?" Renekton asked Klein about his plans for the afternoon.

"Go to the circus and watch the show." Klein answered about his plans for the afternoon.

Renekton closed his eyes and meditated for a moment. He no longer had the wonderful premonition he had in the morning. He didn't know if he had missed it or had already encountered it.

Destiny also spoke at this time:

"I'm going back. I've used up too much luck today and it's not suitable to continue going out."

Renekton and Klein looked at each other, and both saw doubts in each other's eyes.

"Doctor Allen?" Renekton said thoughtfully.

Destiny nodded slightly: "I gave him most of the luck I have accumulated over the years, hoping to get some useful news for me."

"Is there any special reason for Dr. Allen's sudden change of luck?"

The conversation between Renekton and Destiny made Klein wonder whether Dr. Allen's bad luck was affected by something higher in the destiny path.

Destiny didn't answer the question and just ate his lunch in silence.

Renekton thought for a moment and said, "He met a guy who was having bad luck before."

After lunch at the Cragg Club, Destiny and Renekton said goodbye and left in a carriage.

After watching Destiny leave, Klein turned his head and set his sights on Renekton and asked:

"Are you going to the circus with me again?"

Renekton shook his head: "Why don't you go? I also want to relax. There has been little progress in digesting the potion recently, which makes my head feel big."

"How do you perform the digestion of your potion?"

Klein asked very curiously.

Ever since he got to know the other person, he had never seen any behavior from the other person that seemed to be acting.

"As a master of secret arts, the most important thing you need to do is to develop various secret arts and spread them out."

Renekton explained casually, then stopped a carriage by the roadside.

The two took a carriage to a circus near Tasok in the Cherwood district.

Today is not a special day, nor is it a holiday. There are not many guests in the circus, and even the clowns look listless.

The two went to the theater inside the circus to buy tickets, and then went in to watch the performance.

On the stage in the theater, an animal trainer was ordering a black bear, a tiger with interlaced yellow and black stripes, and a sitting curly baboon.

Klein and Renekton found a seat and sat down, quietly watching the performance on the stage.

The trainer waved the whip in his hand and ordered the black bear to do a clumsy somersault.

"Hey! This guy just wanted to slap you!"

A chubby-faced man in his thirties sitting at the front suddenly shouted to the animal trainer.

The not too many spectators in the venue burst out laughing at this scene.

Renekton raised his eyebrows and glanced at the black bear, then at the chubby man, and murmured in a low voice: "Trainer!"

"Animal tamer?" Klein thought Renekton was talking about the animal tamer who was performing on the stage.

The chubby-faced man in his thirties suddenly shouted to the stage again:

"That curly baboon wants to grab you and use it as a cushion!"

Klein quietly turned on his spiritual vision and observed the aura colors of the animal trainer and the three animals on the stage.

The emotional colors of those three animals are indeed very unstable, and it seems that as long as they are stimulated more, they may explode.

Klein originally wanted to ask Renekton whether the trainer just now was the one performing on the stage, or the one off the stage who looked like he was causing trouble.

Then he heard the other party whispering softly:

"I'm thinking about what kind of secret technique I will develop later!"

Klein tilted his head curiously and asked:

"What kind of secret technique are you planning to develop?"

Renekton raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said:

"The emotion and desire type!"

"Among the magical knowledge recorded by the Church of Knowledge, there is relatively little in this area. If I can develop some secret techniques in this area, the remaining potions in my body can be almost completely digested."