Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Bayam, in a hotel in the dock area.

Ethan, who was sleeping soundly on the chair, was suddenly pulled up roughly.

He staggered to steady himself, and when he saw Phoenix fully dressed and carrying a suitcase, ready to run away, he couldn't help but question:

"What's wrong?"

"People from the Church of Storms are here with obvious malicious intentions."

Phoenix said in a calm voice, a hand already placed on his shoulder.

"Huh?" Ethan was stunned for a moment, and then asked with a doubtful tone:

"What did you do?"

"...Are you leaving?" Phoenix glanced at him with cold eyes.

"go!"

As soon as Ethan finished speaking, he was taken into the spirit world, and their figures quickly faded and disappeared.

Less than a minute after the two of them left, Cordoba Roye, the punisher deacon of the Church of the Storms in the Rhoside Islands, led a team of punisher squad members to break in.

A punisher with gold-rimmed glasses on his nose looked around the room, and his eyes fell on the stove that was still burning quietly.

After a moment, he spoke calmly:

"Judging from the temperature and furnishings in the room, it looks like they just left, maybe two or three minutes at most."

"It's impossible. We've had people keeping an eye on this place since we received the news."

Another member of the Punisher, who had a slightly grumpy temper, frowned.

Cordoba Royer waved his hand to stop the debate among the team members:

"At least one of these two people is an Extraordinary. I remember that there is a path called apprentice, which can silently pass through obstacles and go wherever they want to go."

After searching the room carefully, he casually named two team members and said:

"You two stay and watch here."

"The rest of the people will go back with me to report to the Bishop. These two people are most likely the associates of the 'arsonist' Al. Even if they are not associates, there is definitely a big problem with their identities."

Feneport, a warehouse on the outskirts of Sevia.

Renekton signed the contract drawn up by the lawyer and paid the deposit directly to Bonn.

The grain merchant immediately began to collect grain and transport it to the warehouse.

While there was no one around, Renekton quickly cleared an open space, took out the ritual materials that had been prepared from the corner of the warehouse, and began to arrange the ritual of offering sacrifices to "The Fool".

After setting up the ceremony, he gently rubbed his fingers to create a few red flames and lit the candles.

Then he retreated a distance and started chanting in ancient Hermetic language:

"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck."

“Your faithful servant begs your gaze;

I pray that you will accept his offering;

I pray that you will open the gates of your kingdom. "

……

Above the gray mist, Klein, who had been waiting here for a long time, immediately responded and spread his spirituality to touch the illusory door summoned by the ritual and open it.

With a slightly illusory creaking sound, the illusory, hazy door composed of wind and light opened.

Things sacrificed by Renekton poured out of it, and several white papers filled with words flew out of it, falling randomly in the ancient palace above the gray mist.

As Klein's thoughts turned, these pieces of white paper flew straight into his hands.

Klein lowered his eyes and took a look. The instructions for using different types of grains were in giant language. They were well prepared, but should there be another recipe?

As Klein's thoughts turned, food in snakeskin bags was constantly being sacrificed in the illusory and hazy door of sacrifice.

In less than half a minute, the sacrifice was over. This was the limit that the spirituality of the ritual materials could support.

Klein casually popped out a gold coin and briefly divined whether the food would affect the health of the residents of Silver City.

After receiving a positive answer, he immediately spread his spirituality, touched the crimson star representing the little sun, and conveyed his calm and leisurely words:

"Prepare to receive the gift of ceremony."

In Silver City, Derrick, who had just finished his patrol mission, was preparing to return to his home.

Suddenly, a thick gray mist surged out in front of him. In the deepest part of the endless gray mist, there was a stalwart figure surrounded by gray mist.

The leisurely voice belonging to Mr. Fool echoed in his ears:

"Prepare to receive the gift of ceremony."

As the words echoed, the gray fog in Derrick's eyes quickly disappeared. He was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Mr. White Tower should have prepared the food.

Thinking back to the food he could get from Mr. Fool almost every day during this period, it was delicious beyond the limits of his imagination.

A bright smile appeared on Derrick's face, and he immediately changed direction and rushed towards the round tower where the Chief of Silver City was located.

Rhoside Islands, a small island not far from Bayam.

The figures of Phoenix and Ethan were quickly outlined.

Without waiting for Ethan to ask what happened, Phoenix threw the suitcase he was carrying to Ethan beside him.

As he walked forward slowly, he seemed to be carefully sensing something.

After a moment, he stretched out his palms and pushed forward, as if he was pushing open a door that did not exist.

In an instant, a bronze door covered with mysterious patterns that could not be described appeared in front, shaking, creaking, and cracking a gap.

Within the gap, there is darkness that cannot be seen at the end, and a large number of squirming, strange things that cannot be seen clearly with normal vision are pouring out crazily.

The surrounding temperature dropped suddenly, and a thin layer of white frost appeared on the swaying leaves on both sides.

Ethan hugged himself with his arms and couldn't help shuddering. His lips trembled slightly and he asked:

"Why did you summon so many spirits? The appearance of a large number of spirits will definitely attract the attention of the Church of Storms."

"collect information."

"Natural spirits are not an area that the Church of Storms is good at dealing with."

Phoenix's answer was concise and to the point.

As he spoke, he retracted his hands, and the bronze door with a crack opened slowly closed again and disappeared.

As the bronze door disappeared, the surrounding temperature returned to normal.

Ethan exhaled a breath of white air, moved a few steps towards the sun, and said to himself as he moved:

"What do the people from the Church of Storms want from us?"

"Things at sea are not enough to worry them. Do you want to get involved in the Southern Continent?"

"I don't know." Phoenix shook his head calmly.

Under the early morning sun, a gust of sea breeze blew by. Ethan couldn't help but shiver. He left too hastily, and he was still wearing the same home attire he wore indoors.

He turned his head to look at Phoenix, who had a calm expression on his side, cleared his throat and said:

"My clothes are still in the hotel? Have you done anything about them?"

Phoenix nodded gently and said calmly:

"Your aura has been wiped away. Unless you are an extraordinary person who is good at prophecy, I cannot use this to lock you."

In the bright morning light, the two were silent for about half a quarter of an hour, and then some natural spirits began to return here.

After communicating with the natural spirits, Phoenix's expression gradually became strange.

"What's wrong?" Ethan asked doubtfully.

Phoenix lowered his eyes, his voice no longer as calm as before:

"The Church of Storms has raised the reward for Mr. Tynes who we just met to 15 pounds."

"15 pounds, are you excited?"

Ethan said with a slightly thoughtful tone.

Phoenix glanced at him and said without changing his tone:

"'In Luen's bounty order, the reward for the Immortal King is only 10 pounds. This is even when he has a pirate group under his command."

"In the view of the Church of Storms, the 'Arsonist' is more dangerous than the 'Immortal King'."

Ethan nodded repeatedly, sighed and said:

"What happened to Kavitua last night is no wonder he knows so much about the condition of this 'Poseidon', or perhaps the crime he committed is more serious."

Silver City, at the top of the round tower, in the room belonging to Chief Colin.

Under the watchful eyes of Colin and the six-person council elders, Derrick nervously arranged a ceremony to pray for blessings.

After the ceremony was completed, he turned his head to look at the chief aside. After seeing the other person's gentle nod, he took a deep breath and began to recite the corresponding mantra:

"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck."

“Your faithful servant begs your gaze;

I pray that you will open the gates of your kingdom;

I pray for your strength. "

As Derrick recited the complete incantation, a whimpering hurricane blew up in the entire room. An illusory and hazy door emerged from the void, and gradually opened with an illusive creaking sound.

Gray mist flowed from behind the door, showing a scene that was more dreamy than the starry sky.

Chief Colin, who was standing behind Derrick and watching all of this quietly, was breathing heavily for two thousand years. Silver City’s prayers were finally answered, but he is no longer the Lord we believe in!

To the right of Colin, the shepherd elder Lovia opened her eyes wide, as if she wanted to imprint this scene into her mind. She clenched her hands so hard that her nails had already dug into the flesh, and a trace of blood overflowed.

As the illusory door opened, bulging snakeskin bags fell out of the illusory door one after another and kept piling up.

Derrick reacted quickly and moved the bags containing grain away, making a small slope in the chief's room.

Finally, several pieces of paper filled with giant words that he was not familiar with floated out from the illusory door.

As the spirituality contained in the ritual materials is exhausted, the illusory door and flowing gray-white mist gradually disappear.

On the wall of Silver City, strands of black and slender grass, like dry hair, suddenly surged up. They struggled to reach up and entwined with each other, like palms trying to grasp forward, thinking To grasp something intangible.

After a while, these withered grasses seemed to be exhausted and hung down feebly.