Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Sevia's pier.

Renekton sat by the fireplace in a café, writing on a piece of pale yellow paper.

"Do you know how to summon your own messenger?"

Is Miss Messenger about to appear? Renekton looked at the questions Klein asked on the light yellow paper, slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and then wrote the answer:

"With your status, even if you just find a spell, the spiritual creatures will rush over to sign a contract with you."

After a moment, new writing appeared on the light yellow paper:

"The Seven Lights of the Spirit Realm personally delivered the message?"

"Is this really just sending a letter, not a threat?"

Not paying attention to Klein's question, Renekton casually wrote:

"How about you use a 'unique being who is willing to be your messenger'? Let the spirit world creatures apply for the job themselves. Their internal competition will be able to screen out the weak and not smart ones. There is a high probability that you can get one on the spot. Demigods, even angel-level messengers.”

Klein, who had already moved to a hotel far away in Bayam, moved his mouth slightly, but was quickly restrained by him.

Demigods, even angels? Are you looking for a messenger or a thug? Let's wait for Mr. Azik's reply first. If it doesn't work, then try the method of applying for the job by beings from the spiritual world. It doesn't seem very reliable.

After pondering for a moment, he wrote a new sentence on the letter paper:

"The Church of Storms wants you throughout the Rossed Sea, and the reward has been increased to 15 pounds."

"Kavituwa's characteristics have been cut off by us, which is enough to make all the top leaders of the Church of Storms furious. Don't be too arrogant recently, the 'Sea King' may even go after you personally."

In Sevia's cafe, Renekton looked at Klein's reminder and replied with a little helplessness:

"I already know."

Putting down the pen in his hand, Renekton leaned on the chair and took a sip of the shop's specialty "sea salt coffee". Well, it was a little salty, a little bitter, and the taste was a little strange, but not unpleasant.

While he was enjoying his coffee, two figures walked into the cafe and sat directly on the two chairs opposite Renekton.

"Good afternoon, you two~"

Renekton put down the coffee in his hand and greeted Ethan and Phoenix with a chuckle.

While speaking, he slightly raised his right hand, spreading his spirituality, quietly creating a spiritual wall that separated the inside and outside.

As soon as he sat down, Ethan couldn't help but complain:

"We just haven't seen each other for one night, and your bounty in the Church of Storms has increased more than ten times. Do you know what a big temptation this is to a poor Southern Continental person?"

"You can try to report it. Even if it's just some information, you should be able to get part of the reward."

After Renekton thought very seriously, he made a suggestion.

"He was just joking." Phoenix explained calmly, and then asked curiously:

"You took what was left of Kavituwa?"

Renekton shook his head slightly and said:

"It has something to do with me, but I didn't take it."

"The characteristics of Kavituva and its believers were mixed together to form a magical item with such negative effects that it is almost unusable. It has been sent for sealing."

Phoenix nodded lightly and did not dwell on the issue. He turned to ask:

"'Poseidon' has responded to believers again. It should be him now. He has changed his image and issued a new covenant."

"Your news channels are very strong!"

It's been less than half a day since the incident happened, and so much news has already been received. Renekton added in his mind what he didn't say.

Phoenix nodded lightly and said:

"Wherever there is a spirit, there is my eye."

"On the vast sea, I can control more natural spirits. They like to blend into nature. They are hidden enough and can easily get some information that is not too secretive."

There were a lot of explanations, and they were very organized. It didn't look like his personal habits, which should have been left behind after spending a long time with people from the Church of Knowledge. After thinking about it, Renekton pondered and said with a smile:

"The sudden fall of Poseidon will inevitably cause its fanatical believers to fall into the process of self-doubt and self-salvation. They will hold live sacrifices to evoke Poseidon's response. This is unnecessary for the Rhoside Islands. Trouble and disaster.”

Ethan, who was diagonally across from him, leaned back against the back of the chair, narrowed his eyes slightly, and added in a calm voice what Renekton had not finished:

"Moreover, by accepting believers who belong to the 'Poseidon', we will have more channels at sea, and it can also limit the Church of Storms to a certain extent to gain a lot of faith!"

Renekton just smiled lightly and did not respond to this topic.

After a moment of silence, Ethan changed the subject and said:

"Mr. Plaque agreed to your previous proposal, but we want to know your real purpose in participating in the dispute in the Southern Continent."

"The real purpose" murmured slightly. Renekton leaned back and pondered for a moment before speaking:

"Build new beliefs, develop civilization, and spread knowledge."

"To be precise, faith is actually secondary. Promoting the progress of civilization and knowledge is the main purpose. This involves some rituals, the rituals after the high sequence."

Ethan and Phoenix looked at each other, and he frowned slightly and asked:

"Isn't it more appropriate to develop a better Northern Continent for this kind of thing?"

Renekton shook his head slightly and explained:

"Although the basic conditions in the Northern Continent are better, the pattern here has been finalized. Unless there is a tragic divine war between the seven gods, there will be no chance for me to intervene."

After a moment of silence, Ethan continued to ask:

"What do you think of the belief in the God of Death in the Southern Continent?"

Renekton took a sip of coffee slowly and then replied:

"God of Death? I don't have any opinion. It is impossible for the God of Death to appear. Sequence 1 angels are already the upper limit of this path."

"Because of the existence of the goddess of the night?"

Phoenix asked curiously. This was something he heard his father mention by chance.

".Lord of Sleep and Silence?"

"That one is trying to seize the power that belongs to death? Won't the other six gods stop him?"

Ethan murmured in confusion. In his opinion, it was impossible for the other six gods to allow the Night Goddess to dominate the family.

"Some will stop it, and some will support it. It depends on their choice of allies."

Renekton didn't talk much about this topic, he just mentioned it a little bit and then changed the topic:

"If you have no other questions, you can wait for me for two days. I will handle the matter and then go to the Southern Continent."

Ethan looked at Phoenix next to him, then nodded slightly and responded:

"can."

Silver City.

After receiving the food through the bestowing ceremony, and after it was inspected by the six-member council and professionals, and it was determined that there was no problem, they still carefully chose to let a small group of people try it first.

Derrick was also in this group, and he returned to his home with his share of food.

Putting down the grain filled with half of the snakeskin bag, he gently rubbed his fingers to create a pale golden flame, lighting the remaining half of the candle on the table, and the dim yellow light instantly illuminated the entire room.

He took out the parchment in his arms, which contained the re-copied names of various grains and how to eat them.

Is this flour? And jerky? .The dried meat can be eaten directly or boiled in soup. Can the flour be used to make bread or noodles? What is bread?

Derrick was lost in thought as he looked at the white powdery flour in front of him and the dried meat that looked like dried strips of meat. He had never had any experience in making food other than black-faced grass, and for a moment he didn't know what to do. Take action.

After hesitating for a moment, he chose to pray to Mr. Fool:

"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."

"Dear Mr. Fool, I would like to seek some methods of making food from the members of the Tarot Club. The food we have in Silver City only has black-faced grass, and we don't know much about the techniques of making food into food."

Above the gray fog, a Poseidon performance had just been completed, calming the storm for Poseidon believers who were shipwrecked.

The crimson star representing the little sun suddenly brightened, creating layers of crimson ripples like water waves. The prayer of the little sun echoed in his ears.

How to prepare food? Sure enough, the people in Silver City who lived in the land abandoned by God could not understand the simple instruction manual written by Al. It was not that they could not understand it, but that they had no concept of many terms.

After pondering for a moment, Klein left above the gray mist.

He had no intention of asking everyone in the Tarot Club to collect recipes for Little Sun. This was of the same nature as the instructions Renekton had written before. People in Silver City who lacked the corresponding common sense would probably have a hard time understanding it and would have to demonstrate it in practice.

While thinking, he opened the door and walked to Daniz who was lying on the easy chair.

Under Klein's cold gaze, Daniz jumped up from the easy chair like a hair, looked at Klein in front of him with a stiff expression and said:

"Do you have any orders?"

Why should I say so humblely! My dignity is completely gone!

Klein looked at Daniz calmly and said:

"Can you make food?"

"Making food?"

"Yes, yes, we live at sea, and we don't always have a cook. Um, but it's definitely not very delicious, and it's just enough to satisfy our hunger."

Daniz stuttered in response. Are you really making food? Not making poison or explosives or something?

It doesn't matter whether it tastes good or not, as long as you can cook it, otherwise if I go to the chef to show off my cooking skills in front of me, they will probably think that I'm trying to steal someone's skills. Klein muttered in his heart, and then said in a calm voice:

"Find a house with a kitchen and buy some groceries, a little of everything. You don't need too much, but you have to have enough variety."

"what?"