Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

The image of an extremely majestic old man wearing a red robe slowly appeared above the arranged ceremony.

After the figure of red light appeared, Renekton bowed and said hello to the other party very skillfully:

"Good afternoon, dear Hongguang, Mr. El Moria~"

Red El Moria’s voice was loud and majestic and said:

"Good afternoon, blessed one of 'knowledge', do you have any questions for me?"

Renekton nodded and went straight to the topic without saying much:

"I want to gain some knowledge in the spiritual field, preferably related to emotions and desires."

"Do you have any advice on this?"

Red El Moria glanced at Renekton with some confusion, and then said:

"You can find Green Light Serapis. He is a symbol of the spiritual realm, with emotion and art as his own characteristics."

"To pray to Him, you just need to replace the corresponding words with 'the green of emotion and art'."

Rekton nodded clearly. The reason he prayed to the red light was because he guessed that one of the seven lights would correspond to the spiritual realm.

After getting the answer he wanted, Renekton nodded and thanked the red El Moria:

"Thank you very much for your answer, it means a lot to me!"

Just when Renekton was about to end the ceremony, Red El Moria unexpectedly entrusted Renekton with a task:

"As the seven pure lights at the highest point in the spiritual world, we have an extraordinary status and perception of the spiritual world."

In Renekton's increasingly doubtful eyes, Red El Moria finally revealed his purpose.

"We feel that the great master of the spiritual world is returning. In our calculation of the seven lights of the spiritual world, your destiny has a lot of intersection with the great master of the spiritual world."

"My request is to provide some help to the great master of the spiritual world when he returns. Perhaps you already know that the end is approaching and this world needs the emergence of a ruler of the spiritual world."

Renekton suppressed the surprise in his heart and raised his eyes to look at the stern and majestic old man.

It was not surprising that the Seven Lights of the Spiritual World noticed Renekton's abnormal movements in Sefirah Castle, but it was surprising that they were able to determine that there was a connection between themselves and Klein.

Is it because I have had too much contact with the Seven Lights, and they have seen through some of the secrets in my body, and have used this to spy on some destiny related to me?

Although there were all kinds of thoughts in his heart, Renekton showed that he controlled his emotions very well. He smiled and saluted the red El Moria and said:

"No problem. I also hope that the great master of the spiritual world can return as soon as possible. Of course, it cannot be the previous one. It would be better for him to die."

The majestic expression of Red Light El Moria softened a little, and he nodded slightly and said:

"As a reward, we will give you enough knowledge so that you can quickly digest the magic potion of the secret master, including the subsequent digestion of the potion, and we will also provide help."

"You don't have much time. You must take the initiative to be promoted to a demigod within two months. Your humanity has begun to become unstable. Once you exceed this limit, you will be directly promoted to a sage and become his carrier in the world. "

Red El Moria didn't say many words. He just reminded Renekton and gave a promise, and then took the initiative to cut off the connection with ritual magic.

After the ritual magic was passively disconnected, the light and temperature in the room returned to normal.

Wave your hand to create a spiritual ripple and extinguish the candle.

Renekton raised his head and stared at the ceiling above his head, trying to clear his mind, but the words of Red El Moria just kept coming back to his mind.

Time is running out,,, is it so obvious that my humanity is unstable? Can you even see the seven lights in the spiritual world? The one in the red light’s mouth

After muttering to himself for a long time, Renekton didn't think of a solution to the problem, but instead felt himself becoming more irritated.

He stood in the room in a daze for about ten minutes before Renekton came back to his senses.

After taking a long breath, he adjusted the ceremony arranged on the ground, replaced some materials, relit the candles, and added essential oils.

With everything ready, Renekton stood up, took a step back, and began to recite the incantation pointing to the green light:

"The eternal light of the spiritual world, the embodiment of endless knowledge, the green of emotion and art."

"I pray to you for knowledge of the spiritual realm"

Green Light Serapis is a middle-aged man wearing a green robe, with a ring set with emeralds on his right hand, and an artist's long hair.

As the figure of the green-light Serapis emerged, Renekton straightened his expression, saluted to him and said:

"Good afternoon, distinguished Lord Green Light Serapis!"

Green Light Serapis has the elegance and noble temperament of an artist. He doesn't have many expressions on his face, but his tone of voice is very soft:

"Good afternoon, blessed one of 'knowledge', I already know your thoughts."

"There are a lot of materials related to emotions and desires in the spiritual field. You can prepare some blank books. I will tell you a ritual. You communicate with me through the ritual, and I will copy the relevant knowledge into the book. "

"No problem, thank you for your help!"

Renekton saluted Green Serapis again.

"You're welcome. You can ask me for knowledge through the ritual at any time if you are ready."

Green-light Serapis responded with a slight nod, and then his figure quickly disappeared like a splash of ink painting with ever-flowing colors.

Renekton glanced at the place where the distinctive green light disappeared, and the knowledge of ritual magic had already appeared in his mind.

Perhaps because he often sought knowledge from hidden sages, Renekton didn't feel any discomfort when Green Light Serapis gave him the knowledge of this ritual magic.

After the ceremony, Renekton quickly collected the materials and ritual items in the room and put them back in the utility room next door.

In Silver City, Derrick, who had finished the Tarot Club, silently paced back and forth in a room lit only by weak candles.

His reason told him that Mr. Hanged Man's suggestion was his best choice, but as soon as he thought of doing so, it would be equivalent to escaping from the battlefield, and everyone else participating in this mission would be in danger. Derrick's It was extremely painful inside.

By doing this, I betrayed them. Should I find an opportunity to ask the chief to tell him that the half-destroyed temple belonged to the true creator who controlled the path of the shepherds?

However, what should I say so that the chief will believe me instead of thinking that like Elder Lovia, I am likely to be bewitched by the evil god?

Derrick rubbed his hair irritably. Lightning flashed outside the window, illuminating the room with bursts of brightness. The hurricane ax placed next to him emitted faint rays of light.

Derrick stopped and stared at the dark sky outside the window, as if he had seen his parents before their death again, and remembered the pain of stabbing him with a straight sword.

Derrick suddenly recalled the conversation he had with Mr. White Tower at the Tarot Club:

You can't save Silver City alone, you also need your own partners and friends.

Derrick remembered what Mr. White Tower said, "Every day is the end of their lives!"

I remembered my firm answer "Save Silver City!"

I seem to have mustered up some courage and some expectations for the future.

"I should trust Silver City and trust the Chief!"

Derrick's self-comforting words gave him more courage and sense of responsibility.

He decided not to participate in the exploration of the half-ruined temple as suggested by Mr. Hanged Man and Mr. White Tower, but not by shrinking back and letting others in Silver City explore or even die.

Derrick mustered up his courage, picked up the hurricane ax placed aside, and put it on his waist.

Carrying an animal skin lantern, he walked out of his room and headed to the tower where the six-man council was located.

Derrick, who arrived at the place, wanted to meet with the chief minister because he had very important matters involving the next exploration of the half-ruined temple.

While waiting anxiously and uneasily, Derrick received a communication from the guard.

Standing in front of the door of the chief's office, Derrick's courage suddenly faded away.

He wanted to retreat a little bit. He didn't know whether the chief would believe his explanation, let alone what the chief and the others would do with him.

After hesitating outside the door for a long time, he stiffened his arms and knocked on the office door.

"Dong dong!"

"Come in."

The chief's plain, deep voice came from inside.

Derrick felt that his heart had never beat so fast. He bit his lip and pushed open the door to the chief's office.

With a creaking sound, the door slowly opened, and Derrick saw Silver City Chief Colin Iliad sitting at the large desk.

The chief of Silver City has gray hair that looks quite messy due to neglect, heavy nasolabial folds, light blue eyes that are deep and weathered, and there are some deep or twisted old scars remaining on his cheeks. He was wearing a linen-colored shirt underneath, and a belt divided into many compartments was wrapped around his waist.

After Derrick silently closed the door behind him, he walked to the chief with heavy steps.

Looking at the chief in front of him, Derrick lowered his head unconsciously and his voice became stiff:

"Your Excellency, Chief! I have very important information that I want to report to you."

"Well, the guard who communicated with me has already told me that you hesitated outside the door for a long time. Are you worried that you won't gain my trust?"

After Colin Iliad nodded slightly, he directly asked why Derrick was standing outside the door hesitating.

Derrick was stunned for a moment, flustered after some of his prepared words were interrupted.

He pursed his lips tightly and didn't know how to answer for a moment. He could only nod his head blankly and then quickly shook his head.

"Your Majesty, I'm just a little worried."