Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Bayam, in a hotel in the dock area.

Ethan, who had finished several cups of coffee, rubbed his forehead helplessly. He regretted waiting for a possible follow-up. Now he wanted to sleep, but because he drank too much coffee, he lost all sleep.

"The fall of the 'Poseidon' will inevitably lead to the collapse of the faith of the natives here and a large number of suicides. Bayam, no, the entire Rhoside Islands will see a large number of labor shortages."

"Not only that, there are also some fanatical believers who don't want to believe the fact that the 'Poseidon' has fallen. They will madly perform living sacrifices in an attempt to get a response from the gods."

"Just like those lunatics from the Artificial Death Faction in our Spiritual Religion"

Ethan was half lying on the chair and said without any fluctuations in his tone.

"We have separated from the Spiritual Religion."

Phoenix raised his head slightly and corrected himself.

"Unfortunately, neither the Spiritual Religion Group nor other forces in the Southern Continent obviously think so."

Ethan sighed with a helpless tone.

Phoenix stopped responding to this topic. He took out a brass-colored whistle from the inner pocket of his clothes and blew it hard, but no sound came out.

After a moment, a tall white skeleton stretched out its palm from under the floor.

Before it had time to crawl out, Phoenix put the newly written letter into its pale palm.

The giant white bone messenger paused, and shook his hands as though he was aggrieved. His head that had just popped out sank into the floor again, carrying the letter, and shuttled through the spirit world.

After watching the messenger leave, Phoenix sat back on the chair, looking through the glass window at the clear night sky outside the window.

His eyes suddenly became dark, as if he was communicating with invisible things.

After a moment, he lowered his eyes and said in a steady voice:

"The spirits around sent news that the statue of 'Poseidon' Kavitua has been broken and can no longer be put back together."

"There is a fierce battle taking place somewhere in the spiritual world of this sea area, and there is the aura of the sun that makes them hate it."

Ethan looked at Phoenix blankly, and then he slowly said:

"When did you regain the spirits of this sea area? And let them help you monitor this sea area?"

Phoenix said in a calm voice:

“Just do it when you come to Byam.”

The ruins where Kavituva is hiding are in the corresponding location in reality, and Shanshan, the punisher of the Church of Storms, arrived late.

Before they even got close, they heard an angry snort, and then were swept up by a hurricane and taken away directly.

"Aquaman" Yann Coatman's deep blue eyes were full of solidified anger. His loose Storm Priest robe was completely stretched out, his chest was still rising and falling, and the anger in his body was about to erupt.

The surrounding punishers did not dare to take a breath. They all lowered their heads and waited quietly for the instructions of the archbishop of the Rossed Sea and the senior deacon of the punishers.

After a moment of silence, Yann Coatman raised his right hand slightly, and dark blue light fell around him, causing ripples and forming a water mirror around him.

Among them was Renekton's figure dyed with golden light, and another figure that was too blurry to be seen clearly. He was holding a short white staff inlaid with a blue gem.

Yan Cotman took a deep breath, controlled his emotions, and said in a solemn voice:

"This saint of the Church of Knowledge is wanted throughout the Rossed Sea, and he has not left yet."

"Find the person who took this short white staff and take it back!"

Quayside area, Azure Wind Hotel.

Klein quickly restored his spirituality through meditation in the room.

When his spirituality was almost restored, he came to the magnificent ancient palace above the gray mist again.

He sat on the high-backed chair belonging to the Fool, holding the Poseidon scepter in his right hand, closing his eyes and doing a simple divination.

The effects and negative effects of this Poseidon's Scepter quickly emerged in his mind.

It is very powerful, even among the first-level sealed objects, it is a relatively powerful type. Unfortunately, the negative impact is so great that it is almost impossible to use it outside of the gray fog.

After pondering in his heart for a moment, Klein planned to respond to those believers who belonged to the "Poseidon".

This is not only a reminder from "Red Light" El Moria, a belief prepared in advance for his promotion to demigod, but also to stabilize those Poseidon believers and prevent them from making crazy moves.

At the same time, it is also for the purpose of acting. The effect of playing an ordinary person is not as good as playing a "Poseidon".

While thinking, he visualized a suitable scene through this gray fog:

A slightly blurry figure is walking on the waves, covered in a roaring hurricane, with heavy dark clouds overhead.

The whole thing looks sacred and majestic, which was the inspiration he got from the murals of the elven ruins where Kavitua was hiding.

Immediately, spirituality spread out, poured into Poseidon's scepter, and established a connection with several of the brighter light points of faith.

Put yourself into the picture that you have embodied, and throw it into it together with an indifferent and grand voice:

"I'm back!"

After communicating with the followers of "Poseidon" and recasting the covenant belonging to Poseidon, Klein put down the Poseidon scepter in his hand and rubbed his forehead slightly tiredly.

Although I can respond to believers with the help of this gray fog, it still puts a lot of burden on my spirit.

Moreover, due to the obstruction of the gray fog, the Poseidon Scepter cannot respond to the ceremony in time and respond to the prayers of believers. It is impossible for me to stay here for a long time, so I have to find a way.

As his thoughts turned, his eyes fell on the crimson star representing Renekton. He must still be asleep, right?

After a little hesitation, he spread his spirituality, touched the crimson star representing Renekton, and informed the other party of his problem.

Feneport, Sevia.

Renekton had just finished discussing the grain deal with Bonn, and the other party promised to collect 5500 pounds worth of grain within three days and transport it to the warehouse here.

After discussing the follow-up cooperation matters, he couldn't wait to take his two bodyguards to find a lawyer to draw up a contract.

He also thoughtfully left two bodyguards here to guard the warehouse and protect Renekton's safety.

Sevia is one of the largest ports in Feneport. There are many pirates and adventurers here. It is also a suburb. It is still dangerous to be alone outside at night.

Relying on the carriage used to transport grain in Bonn, Renekton suddenly saw a thick gray fog pouring out of his field of vision. He saw a blurry figure surrounded by gray fog, as tall and majestic as if he was looking down at the entire world.

Renekton raised his head with slight confusion and looked up at the night sky above him. He didn't quite understand what Klein was looking for at this time. Something went wrong in the process of accepting Poseidon's followers?

As soon as the thoughts floated in my mind, the leisurely voice belonging to the Fool echoed in my ears:

"Do you know how to solve the problem of Poseidon's scepter being unable to respond to prayers and rituals in time above the gray fog?"

Realizing that the connection that Klein had established with him above the gray mist was not directly interrupted, Renekton immediately spread his spirituality and sealed his surroundings to prevent his voice from coming out.

After doing this, he then said:

"Leaving a clone there in sequence four of the audience path can create a virtual personality. Based on this, I can try to develop a secret technique to separate a clone with a certain degree of self-awareness."

"Well, given your current spiritual level, you probably won't be able to support it. At least you need to become a secret puppet master."

"At this stage, you can only frequently go above the gray fog to respond, or let the followers of Poseidon pray and hold ceremonies at a fixed time?"

As soon as Renekton finished speaking, Klein's slightly helpless answer came to his ears:

"The Puppet Master. I haven't found any clues about the mermaid yet."

Renekton shrugged:

"This can actually be very simple. Pray to the goddess of the night for help."

"If you want to rely on yourself, you can only go to the ruins of the God War deep in the Sunia Sea. There are still some mermaids living there."

"It is recommended that you take the Star Admiral's Future Ship. She has experience exploring that sea area and will be more helpful to you."

After a moment of silence, Klein's voice echoed in Renekton's ears again:

"I'll try to reach her."

These words faded away along with the gray fog in front of Renekton's eyes.

Early morning in Bayam's Church of the Waves.

Alger was called by the church to come here, and he met the bishop of the diocese, Joe Gory, again.

The gray-haired old man handed him three portraits:

"Look for them."

Alger took it doubtfully and unfolded the paper. The top one was a portrait of Renekton. The Church of Storms had removed the golden glow that shrouded his body and refilled the portrait.

“He is ‘Arsonist’ Al, who was once a crew member on the Star Admiral’s flagship ‘Future’.”

"But this should be just a disguise. His true identity is the saint of the Church of Knowledge. He planned and participated in the previous attack on Bayam, and participated in robbing an important item of the church."

"You just need to find him, even if it's just some information. The church has raised his reward to 15 pounds."

15 pounds. The "Immortal King" Agaritu, one of the four kings, has a reward of only 10 pounds. Does the church think that he is more dangerous than the "Immortal King"?

For this kind of task, just do it for a show. As soon as Alger thought about it, he had already made plans to passively slow down the work.

He casually flipped through the next portrait. It was a figure that was so blurry that it was unclear whether he was a man or a woman. From this portrait, he could only tell that he was a human being.

The Hanged Man tried hard to control his expression so as not to laugh out loud.

Qiao Geli paid no attention to Alger's expression and mental activities. He introduced with an angry tone:

"This is a dirty, despicable thief! He may be related to the Church of Knowledge!"

The mission that suddenly appeared must be related to what happened last night. Last night, Kavitua completely fell, and its legacy was taken away in advance?

Alger's expression gradually became serious, and he started to look at the third portrait.

It was a short staff, the top of which was inlaid with fine blue-blue gems.