Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

At night, in the Red Maple Leaf Bar in Bayam Pier District.

Renekton was sitting on a high stool on the side of the bar, holding a glass of golden rum in his left hand, with a few bubbles floating on the surface.

The quality is poor, but the wine tastes pretty good. Renekton silently commented in his mind.

He took a sip of the wine in the glass and listened lazily to the conversations among the sailors, pirates, or adventurers around him.

"The Church of Storms suddenly raided the members of Moss Ascetic Order. It is said that some of them stole important items from the church!"

"Those sons of bitches."

"This is Bayam, the 'City of Generosity' where the 'Sea King' is located. Even the pirate general does not have this strength."

"The Church of Storms just wants to find an excuse to conduct an investigation on the entire Rhoside Islands."

"According to rumors, the Star Admiral is a member of the Moss Ascetic Order."

The waiter at the bar was wiping a brown wine glass, approaching the corner where Renekton was, and sighed following the topics of conversation among the people around him.

This waiter has a tall and straight posture, handsome features, and always has a faint smile on his lips. Compared to a waiter at a tavern bar, Renekton feels that he can earn more by going to some places with special services. Perhaps there is no such thing as a waiter. Within a month, you can live in a garden villa.

Renekton glanced sideways at the waiter, his expression not changing at all. He was a very skilled conversationalist. He not only took care of my experience in the tavern, but also wanted to get some information from me.

Does this mean I'm not a pirate or an adventurer? This tavern should have the official background of the Church of Storms.

The instinct he retained during his time as a Keeper allowed him to subconsciously analyze the people and objects around him and make corresponding judgments as long as he remained awake.

Thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, and Renekton chuckled:

"There are always endless rumors at sea, but who can tell whether they are true or false."

The waiter in the tavern replaced the wiped cup with another one and continued wiping it.

Renekton let the other party perform, not caring that the cup looked cleaner than the one he just wiped.

The waiter maintained a polite smile on his face and said:

"Sir, you must have just arrived in Bayam from the Northern Continent, right?"

"Although most of the rumors at sea are exaggerated, there is still some real and effective information in them."

"Although those sailors like to brag while drinking, they have to be reasonable, otherwise they will only be laughed at by the people around them."

While speaking, the waiter also raised his chin slightly, signaling Renekton to turn his head and look at the group of guests behind him.

In that direction was a group of sailors who were making noises. The man in the middle was surrounded by people. His boastful words were exposed on the spot, and he was too embarrassed to get off the stage.

He looked around the tavern casually. There were no less than a dozen spies who came out to inquire for information. Two of them should have official backgrounds. They were most likely sailors or angry people. They were more like the hidden security personnel of this tavern. .

Renekton looked weird for a moment, then recovered quickly. Did I just find a tavern and break into the Church of Storms territory?

Renekton seriously thought about whether he should change the location of the joint.

While thinking, his eyes glanced at the door of the tavern, where two people walked in. Their bronze skin had obvious Southern Continent origin.

One of them has extremely rare black hair and black eyes, a slightly cold face, wearing a black windbreaker, a slightly thin figure, and visually estimated to be less than 30 years old.

On the thumb of his right hand was a black ring set with an emerald.

Renekton's eyes lingered on the ring for a moment. Items of the Path of Death may not necessarily contain characteristics, but the level should not be low.

Renekton's eyes then fell on another young man walking beside him:

He wore a black robe with strange symbols and patterns on it, a pointed black silk hat on his head, his eyes were deep and piercing, and there was a model of an astrology hanging around his waist. He was dressed a bit like a wizard from some folklore legends.

Renekton took the other person's appearance into his eyes deeply, and then looked back with a little doubt. Why do I feel that there is an inexplicable feeling of familiarity about him? I don’t know him?

Gollum~

Renekton drank himself a large gulp of wine to cover up his confused expression.

"Two golden lemons!"

The two Southern Continental men who had just entered the tavern came to the bar and ordered two glasses of the tavern's specialty drink "Golden Lemon" as if they knew each other very well.

It was said to be a drink with special spices added, with a long-lasting fruity aroma. Renekton had smelled this kind of wine before, but he could only say that he couldn't appreciate it.

While Renekton drank the rum in his hand, someone took a seat next to him.

"My name is Phoenix Eggers."

The man wearing a black ring with an emerald on his right thumb lowered his voice and spoke in a low voice.

Renekton turned his head and looked over. Upon closer inspection, he did have some similarities with Mr. Plunk.

He nodded lightly, did not mention the topic of the Southern Continent, and said in a calm voice:

"Al Tynes."

"Mr. Plunk is yours."

"Father."

The person who answered Renekton's question was not the man who called himself Phoenix, but the young man dressed as a wizard who was with him.

Renekton looked over with curious eyes. The man dressed as a wizard looked back and said in a gentle tone:

"My name is Ethan, a... well, scholar from the Southern Continent!"

There is basically no connection between the word Southern Continent and scholar. Renekton commented silently in his heart.

"You two, your 'golden lemon' is ready!"

The tall and tall waiter with handsome features brought two glasses of freshly prepared drinks and placed them in front of Ethan and Phoenix.

The aroma of wine mixed with the smell of strange herbs suddenly filled Renekton's nostrils, and he rubbed his nose in discomfort.

"Now is really not a good time to come to Bayam. The Church of Storms is like a child whose toy has been stolen, showing off its teeth and claws everywhere."

Ethan seemed to be the more talkative of the two. He just took a sip of the light brown wine in the cup, and then quickly integrated into the atmosphere of the tavern and began to complain.

Renekton glanced away casually and saw that the expression of the waiter who had just served the drink had no change. It was obvious that he was used to hearing this kind of words.

As his thoughts turned, he half-turned around, leaned against the bar, looked at Ethan, chuckled and said:

"Oh, this is normal. If you pay a little attention to the news on the sea, you will find that the recent sea is very unstable, and the Church of Storms has been provoked to its doorstep."

"You mean the sunshine that lit up the city that night in Bayam?"

"I heard that many people related to the Eternal Sun Church escaped from Bayam overnight, without even having time to put on their pants."

"It's a pity that I hadn't come to Bayam at that time and missed such a wonderful scene!"

Ethan started chatting quickly in a gossipy tone.

Is it more exciting to run for your life without wearing pants, or is it more exciting to have the sun light up the whole city? Renekton doubted the young man named Ethan's definition of a wonderful scene.

The handsome waiter at the bar approached again after no one took the order. His expression was a little more solemn, and his words also contained admonishment:

"Sir, you're lucky you haven't come to Bayam yet."

"The sunshine, storms and lightning at night are not only spectacular, they are even more terrifying, enough to become a nightmare that most people will never look forward to in their lifetime!"

"I even suspected that I might step into the abyss of the storm next moment!"

"Storm Abyss? No, I will only return to the underworld."

Ethan said as if talking about a normal topic.

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out two silver sulers from his pocket and threw them to the waiter, and asked with curiosity in his tone:

"Can you tell me what happened that night? I'm really curious."

Reaching out to catch the two silver coins, the smile on the waiter's lips became brighter. He immediately came closer, lowered his voice, and recounted what he saw that night in a heavy tone:

"I happened to be on vacation that day, and I had made an appointment with a client to go out and earn some extra income."

"At that time, all I saw was that the already dark sky suddenly brightened, and then the sound of a violent explosion could be faintly heard in my ears. The light that illuminated the entire Bayam lasted for about three or four seconds."

"Then a hurricane blew up without warning, and there was constant sound of lightning, but at that time I had already hid indoors and could not see the situation outside."

After the waiter told an emotional story about what he saw that night, he also lamented that he had lost an opportunity to make extra money.

"That's all?"

Ethan stared at the waiter behind the bar with a disappointed face, seeming to regret that he had given such a large tip.

"How can you say this is all? This is the most complete story I have collected!"

As if realizing that he had said the wrong thing, the waiter behind the bar sneered twice, then turned around to tidy up the wine cabinet behind him.

Phoenix, who had been drinking with his head down and had never spoken except to introduce himself, whispered after the waiter moved away:

"You don't have to waste money to keep him away from here, we can just move to another place."

"Although Mr. Plunk's financial situation is not very good, it has not reached this point yet. He is still a wealthy man with considerable assets."

Ethan defended his words in a tone more like that of a friend.