Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Renekton wanted to say, "I'll sit and watch," but considering Klein's current mood and location, he suppressed his thoughts of joking with him and said with a chuckle:

"Don't worry about him. Mr. Sun's place must be safe enough."

"The former captain of the exploration team is just a clone of Amon. His strength is not too strong. Even if he has an angel-level status, it will not be too difficult to clean up."

"At most, it will expose some information. Amon will not take action easily before he is not sure enough."

"I understand." Klein manipulated Mr. Trumpet World to respond, and fell silent again.

Shrouded in gray fog, Klein was silently thinking about the meaning of the other party's words just now. He always felt that the other party's words "Amon will not take action easily" were meant for him.

Little Sun Derrick glanced at the silent Mr. World, and then at Renekton who stopped talking. He wanted to continue asking about Amon, but he couldn't find what to ask for the moment.

Justice Audrey's curiosity has been satisfied. Seeing that no one else wanted to talk for the time being, she turned her head to look at the top of the long bronze table and said with a smile:

"Mr. Fool, I apply for private communication."

Klein could probably think of the reason why Miss Justice did this. The figure shrouded in gray mist gently nodded and said:

"can."

Immediately, Renekton felt that his senses towards Miss Justice and Mr. Fool were blocked.

"Tsk~ I'm quite cautious." Renekton sighed secretly in his heart.

He could completely guess that Klein did this to prevent him and others from communicating with each other outside like before, and to avoid the possibility of exposing his identity in the dummy world.

Bored, I leaned on the high-backed chair and waited for a while, until I heard two taps on the table, indicating that the private communication requested by Miss Justice was over.

"You can deal on your own." Klein leaned back in his chair and said with a smile.

Renekton maintained his previous posture without moving, his eyes casually scanning the people present.

He didn't have anything to trade or tasks to do, and he had already reached a deal with Justice Audrey at the noon banquet for matters that required Justice Audrey's help.

Alger, the Hanged Man, stared at the magician Forsi in front of him and said:

"I already have a clue about the blood of the deep-sea marlin. I can get it in the next two days. You can prepare the gold pounds."

"sure no problem."

Magician Forsi immediately replied that she had been looking around to purchase the main ingredients for the magic potion. This was the first time she had received definite information.

I still have 430 pounds in savings, so I can afford one piece of material. The soul eater's stomach bag can't be obtained until Mr. Sun is released from the bottom of the round tower. I hope Mr. Sun can be released soon, no, it will be later. , otherwise my savings will not be enough.

Forsi felt dizzy when he thought that his savings were not enough to buy the main ingredients for two potions.

He touched his face, looked around, and asked in an unusually sincere tone:

"Everyone, do you have any good ways to make money?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she found that everyone fell into silence at the same time.

Renekton looked around at everyone. Silver City did not need money, the noble lady was not short of money at all, and he could ask the church for reimbursement. The rest were all people who were short of money.

Thinking of this, the corners of Renekton's mouth opened in an arc unconsciously. Sure enough, poverty is contagious, and the source of infection is Mr. Fool at the top.

Renekton changed his position, leaned on the other side of the seat, raised his hand slightly and said:

"If you are strong enough, you can look through the kingdom's reward orders, or find a lucky gangster to collect protection fees."

Magician Forsi was silent for two seconds, lowered his head unconsciously and said:

"My strength should not be enough for me to do these things."

The scene fell silent again, and no one spoke. After waiting for a few seconds, Klein controlled the trumpet Mr. World.

Mr. World raised his hand slightly and said in a hoarse voice:

"Help me keep an eye on the blood of the Hunter with a Thousand Faces, and the hair of the Naga of the Deep."

After successfully being promoted to a magician, Klein began to prepare for the next sequence of faceless men. Fortunately, all he needed were auxiliary materials, and the corresponding extraordinary characteristics had been extracted step by step by extracting the characteristics contained in the all-black eye. Got.

"Okay." Little Sun Derrick answered first, but did not make a promise. He is still locked at the bottom of the round tower, and he doesn't know when he will be released.

"Hunter with a Thousand Faces? I seem to have seen its fossils."

"Well, I need to go back and confirm first."

Justice Audrey replied thoughtfully.

Klein controlled Mr. World and nodded noncommittally. But he didn't have any expectations for the Thousand-Faced Hunter who had turned into a fossil.

"I'll keep an eye out for you."

Renekton also responded in kind, but he had no intention of finding these materials himself. Klein had only been promoted to a magician not long ago, and he couldn't become a faceless man with the materials.

After a moment of silence, Alger the Hanged Man spoke:

"Please help me keep an eye on a person who is related to the disappearance of colonial slaves mentioned before."

"He calls himself Barron. He has a brownish-red complexion and has obvious Southern Continent racial characteristics, but some people have occasionally heard him speak with a Backlund accent. His third tooth on the left is missing, but it has probably been replaced. "

"If you can find his traces, the reward is not a problem, at least 100 pounds, or items of equivalent value."

The commission for the Hanged Man was announced, but no one accepted the commission directly. There was too little useful information. Except for Renekton, who knew the plot, no one knew how to find such a person in the huge Backlund.

Klein the Fool, who was at the top, looked around and said:

"Let's communicate freely."

After the Tarot session, Little Sun Derrick returned to the real world and found himself in the dark room again.

He sat cautiously on the edge of the bed, not noticing any unusual changes around him, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking of the information given by Mr. White Tower in the previous tarot meeting, Derrick felt shuddering that the person he had communicated with before was no longer the former captain of the exploration team, but the clone of the man who called himself Amon. .

Derrick's eyes were fixed on the metal wall where he had communicated with the other party before, and his breathing became cautious. He was very afraid that Amon's clone would suddenly cross the barrier of the metal wall and appear in front of him.

"Is this what you're thinking about?"

An old and erratic voice came from the position on Derrick's right.

As soon as this sound reached his ears, Derrick froze immediately, his skin tightened and all his hairs stood up.

How did he get here? Seal? What is the effect of that magical item? .what do I do?

Derrick's forehead kept dripping with cold sweat, and he subconsciously wanted to turn his head and look away, but his body's instinct prevented him from doing this.

This is derived from the teachings in Silver City’s “Monster Knowledge” course:

When someone talks behind your back, don't rush back.

Derrick raised his hands and clasped them in front of his chest, summoning a sacred, bright, pure and warm light that descended from the sky.

The summoned holy light illuminated the dark and small room.

Derrick also used this light to see clearly the appearance of the person he had been communicating with.

It was a complete monster. The head was split open vertically, revealing the gray-white brain in the middle, which seemed to be crawling with life.

On the sectioned surface of the brain, viscous liquid hung down into thin threads, with maggots squirming on them.

The eyes on each side are far apart, the bridge of the nose is separated in the middle, the left half of the mouth is open, but the right half of the mouth is tightly closed.

The monster was naked, with dark red wounds all over its body. These wounds all cracked open, revealing rows of scarlet teeth inside. They said the same sentence in no particular order:

"Where did you go just now?"

Derrick's pupils narrowed suddenly, and he subconsciously summoned another holy light.

Before Derrick could complete the act of summoning the Holy Light, he was shocked to find that the Holy Light he had previously prayed for suddenly became thicker, and was so brilliant that he couldn't help but want to close his eyes.

Holding back the pain and tears coming from his eyes, Derrick tried hard to see clearly what was happening.

But he could only vaguely see that something purer and richer separated from the majestic pillar of light, like a light person with no facial features or clothes.

This "light man" suddenly flashed and pounced on the monster.

All the mouths on the monster opened at the same time, as if it was screaming, but strangely no sound came out.

The monster trembled violently, and quickly fell apart under the burning and illumination of the "Light Man", disappearing like a melt.

When the monster was almost transparent, a phantom appeared strangely where the monster was. It was a phantom wearing a classical robe and a pointed hat!

The moment this figure appeared, Little Sun thought of Amon, whom Mr. Baita mentioned in the Tarot Club. This is what Amon looks like!

As soon as Amon's figure appeared, the "light man" suddenly exploded, and Derrick's eyes instantly turned into a blur of white.

When he regained his sight, he realized that he was already outside the room, in a corridor studded with metal lamp stands, illuminated by dim light.

Derrick turned his head blankly and looked in the direction of the room where he had been before, and saw a tall figure.

In front of this figure, on Derrick's original bed, a bit of morning light quickly condensed on a white leg bone, turning it into a pure white sharp straight sword.

Next to the straight sword, there is a strange translucent insect that is as long as a thumb and has completely transparent links one after another.

With his back to the tall figure of Derrick, he bent down to pick up the strange translucent insect, turned around, and looked at Derrick who was watching him from the side.

Sighing: "Almost."