Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

After the exchange with Mr. Huang, Renekton readjusted the ritual materials that had not yet been collected on the ground, quickly arranged a new ritual, and took out the gem that brought together various frost abilities.

Even though there was a layer of transparent amber seal, the temperature in the room quickly dropped several degrees.

Renekton held the light blue gem sealed in transparent amber and quietly felt the coldness and strength of the light sapphire.

"Close to Sequence 4, but still a little short of that."

Renekton made a mental assessment.

I have already thought of the imaginary dragon in Grossel's travels, the King of the North Urisian.

Perhaps the source of this gem is a Second Age creature like King of the North Urisian. At that time, aggregation of the same type of characteristics was the mainstream.

After thinking for a while, Renekton put down the transparent amber in his hand and put away the remaining ritual materials on the ground.

After doing all this, he sat on the armchair in front of the desk and began to think about what kind of figure he would make with this light sapphire.

"Frost, Wrong Soul, Navigator" Renekton sat back in his chair and muttered in a low voice for a while, gradually having thoughts.

Picking up the round pen and white paper on the desk, he started writing:

Snow Girl: She lives in the deep mountains and is in charge of the snow in winter. The three emotions of fragility, tenderness, and sadness make up her soul.

She has snow-white skin, beautiful appearance, and virtuous character.

She likes to haunt people on snowy nights. If anyone who sees her cannot withstand the temptation, they will be frozen forever under her kiss, devouring their souls, and their ice sculpture-like bodies will be brought back to the cave where they live and placed. , for their viewing pleasure.

Putting down the pen and flicking the paper twice, Renekton looked at the story of the Snow Maiden that he pieced together through his own memories, with a smile on his lips.

With just one story, Renekton had already sketched out the image of a beautiful and moving lady in his mind.

Some couldn't wait to move the materials needed to make the figures out of the utility room, and Bugs Bunny was skillfully working on them.

After spending an afternoon, Renekton finally used clay to create a qualified image of a beautiful lady.

Renekton took out the translucent doll from Wrongful Ghost Steve and the pale sapphire given by Mr. Huang.

This time, Renekton did not first mix the materials into a potion state and pour them on the figure to make it into a magical item.

The main reason is that the temperature of the light sapphire is too low, and it has already frozen before it comes into contact with the pure water in the glass bottle.

Renekton had no choice but to skip this step and directly began to take out the materials and prepare the ritual of praying to the Hidden Sage.

Use potion to draw a pair of cold, indifferent eyes without eyelashes containing countless bright stars on the floor.

Place candles, figurines, translucent dolls, light sapphires and other materials.

Snapped! With a snap of his fingers, the candle was lit, and Renekton immediately poured two drops of essential oil into the candle flame.

The flames flickered twice, and the room was instantly filled with the smell of tulips.

Seeing this, Renekton quickly stood up and took a step back, and at the same time he began to chant:

"The sage who has insight into the world, the eyes that pry into the truth, the embodiment of endless knowledge and spiritual numbers!"

"I pray to you for the power of knowledge"

“I pray that you will give illusory knowledge the power of substance”

As Renekton finished reciting, the temperature in the room unknowingly reached a point where hoarfrost could condense.

Renekton exhaled a breath of white breath and stared closely at the extremely unstable light sapphire.

Without the isolation of transparent amber, the different paths and sequence characteristics of the light sapphire mixture began to stir, causing the temperature in the room to plummet.

Bugs Bunny shivered on the side, tightened his high-end custom-made tuxedo, and huddled himself between two pillows.

Fortunately, the Hidden Sage responded quickly. Within a breath or two after reciting the incantation, the spiritual world corresponding to the room type directly overlapped with reality.

One after another, huge torrent of information comes in an illusory manner.

The figurines, pale sapphires, translucent dolls, and paper with the story of the snow girl that were originally placed on the floor in the room all decomposed in an instant and turned into streams of information.

This information was sucked into the air, gathered together, and condensed into an illusory ball of light.

There is still information all around that is quickly integrated into this illusory ball of light.

In less than two minutes, the originally illusory ball of light was dyed a mixture of light blue and pure white.

The illusory ball of light slowly condensed into a substantial form, which was a hand-sized figure of a woman with a tall, plump figure, skin like snow, and long light blue hair.

The snow girl's skirt is like ice crystals, with a clear shimmer. Just one look at it makes people feel a strong attraction.

There are many elements of snowflakes on the figure. The woman's lower body is transparent white and the upper body is solid color. She looks like a ghost trying to disguise herself as a human.

The Hidden Sage left here in the form of a torrent of information, and the space in the room was again disconnected from the spiritual world.

The temperature in the room rose rapidly and soon returned to normal.

Renekton took two steps forward and caught the snow girl figure that was falling to the ground.

The feeling of coldness is not only cold to the body's senses, but also a deep chill that reaches directly into the soul.

Perhaps because the light blue gem was powerful enough, Renekton even felt the aura of divinity from the Snow Maiden figure.

Intuition told Renekton that this snow girl figure has reached the level of a demigod, but it is the weakest kind. It is much weaker than a normal demigod, and is similar to the King of the North in Grossel's Travels.

Renekton sat back on the armchair in front of the desk, holding the Yuki-onna's figure in his hand, closed his eyes, and performed a simple divination.

The figure of the Snow Girl: has demi-god-level frost abilities, and also masters many fifth-level death spells.

You can freely switch between the spirit body and the flesh and blood body. In the spirit body state, it is like a real shadow, with the ability to pass through obstacles, hide in mirrors, and directly attack the opponent's soul.

The negative effect is: the snow girl will seduce every adult male who sees her. If he cannot withstand the temptation, his soul will be eaten by her and his body will be frozen into an ice sculpture.

The snow girl hates people who break their oaths. Anyone who breaks their oaths in front of her will be brutally killed by her.

Renekton opened his eyes again and glanced at the Snow Girl figure in his hand. When his eyes swept across the figure's light blue eyes, Renekton had the feeling that the other person was looking at him, or even observing him. .

He stood up, stretched out, and put the figurines in the collection cabinet aside. After preparation, he would find time to test the snow girl's abilities in detail.

Renekton cleared away the remaining ritual materials on the floor and restored the room to its original state.

Then he turned around and went downstairs to the kitchen to prepare today's dinner for himself.

In Silver City, Derrick, who has been locked at the bottom of the round tower for several days, feels that he has adapted to the darkness here and can ignore the calls for help and shouts from time to time.

Derrick lay in bed, meditating quietly or in a daze, sometimes regretting the impulsive decisions he made.

He couldn't imagine what his end would be like if the six-member council did not believe him, but firmly believed that he was bewitched by the evil god.

No, I should trust the chief's knowledge and judgment. The six-member council will not believe me easily, but they certainly will not simply think that I am bewitched by the evil god.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Derrick was lying on the bed deep in thought when he seemed to hear a violent slamming on the door.

Driven by curiosity, Derrick calmed down, listened carefully, and identified the source of the sound of banging on the door.

The banging on the door came from next door, and he heard thin, sharp and pathetic sobs in the sound of collision.

The hairs on Derrick's body suddenly stood up, and he jumped up from the bed, assuming a very defensive posture.

At this moment, the sound of "dong-dong-dong" spread to the metal wall that separated the two rooms, smashing out bumps that slowly collapsed one after another.

Derrick subconsciously wanted to summon a holy light, and his eyes suddenly lit up. The surrounding space seemed to have been moved to the outside world, just as lightning flashed across it.

The sound of banging on the door suddenly disappeared, and silence returned to the bottom of the round tower. The slightest sound of footsteps could be heard far away, and the silence echoed for a long time.

Derrick put away his extremely defensive posture, lowered his head and pondered what had just happened.

Tuk-tuk-tuk! At this time, the metal wall on the other side seemed to be lightly tapped by someone's fingers.

"Who?" Derrick asked loudly with a raised voice, slightly frightened.

The knocking sound stopped immediately, and after a few seconds, a deep but rather old voice sounded vaguely:

"It turns out to be a little guy!"

Seeing that the other party was able to communicate rationally, Derrick's nervousness was somewhat relieved. He gradually moved closer to the wall and asked aloud:

"you are?"

The old voice on the other side of the wall did not answer this question, but said with a smile:

"The guy next to you almost lost control several times, but he finally couldn't save it today."

"So he's become a monster now?"

Derrick asked aloud through the metal wall.

"No, he is already a corpse. The moment he turned into a monster, he was solved by the items sealed here."

The old voice said like a sigh:

"I've been here for forty-two years. Well, what the guards told me, I've seen too many similar things."

Derrick asked in surprise:

"You've been here for forty-two years?"

Normally, loss of control is divided into three stages, from the appearance of precursors, to the beginning of losing control of the body and mind, to finally complete collapse and transformation into a terrifying monster.

Even the Extraordinary in the second stage will slowly stabilize after being sent to the bottom of the round tower and treated with medicines, rituals and other methods, and will return to normal within a year and a half at most.

If it does not return to normal within this period of time, then there is only the possibility of completely losing control. No matter what, it cannot be imprisoned for as long as forty-two years.