Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

You're so stingy. There's nothing weak about your angry voice. Renekton didn't even bother to disguise his expression and muttered in his heart. He knew that Palles could definitely hear his voice.

"What a rude little guy."

"Relax and don't resist."

Pales commented angrily at first, and then his tone became serious.

Upon hearing this, Renekton nodded slightly, quickly closed his eyes and meditated, adjusted his state, and at the same time relaxed his mind, cooperating with Palles' "stealing" of his extraordinary characteristics.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the ancient mottled clock floating above Leonard's head again, and the hands made of time worms were gently turning.

The prophet's strong intuition suddenly issued an early warning, constantly stimulating his spirit, and something terrible was happening.

Renekton restrained his urge to resist and closed his eyes to relax his mind.

The next moment, a feeling of weakness suddenly spread over Renekton. He felt that he was missing something important.

He subconsciously raised his eyes and looked out the glass window of the carriage. In his field of vision, there was no longer the long river formed by the dense silvery white lines intersecting in the air.

The prophet's characteristics were stolen. As his thoughts turned, the sudden feeling of weakness deepened again and another trait was stolen.

He suppressed his subconscious resistance, followed the strange feeling, and allowed his own characteristics to be stolen.

For a moment, he felt that he had lost a lot of knowledge related to the secret arts and that the knowledge he carried had also been stolen.

While pondering, he lost his extraordinary abilities of "analysis" and "imitation", and then part of the ritual magic and reasoning abilities gradually disappeared until finally, he felt that his memory and understanding abilities had also declined.

Pales' old voice came from Leonard's mouth:

"All right."

Immediately, he moved his gaze to Renekton Soth beside him:

"I hope you have completed the relevant acting. The identity separated by the operator is completely independent, including acting and digestion. When you are old, you can't think anymore. Knowledge must have solved this problem."

As soon as he finished speaking, the mottled clock above Leonard's head suddenly started to rotate counterclockwise.

Boom!

The illusory bells echoed in my ears, layer upon layer.

Having lost the characteristics of a prophet, and the secret-seeing eye ability of the secret-seeing person has not been recovered after being stolen, Renekton felt that the bell sounded nothing unusual.

Opposite him, the aura of Renekton Soth began to change, from a reader to a reasoning student, to a keeper, a secret teacher, and a prophet.

There was a flash of silver in his eyes, as if he could see through fate and see the future.

Renekton closed his eyes, suddenly losing the characteristics of the Reader Path. He felt a little unaccustomed to it. It felt like something that had been restraining his hands and feet was suddenly removed, and a part of his strength was removed, resulting in weakness. and a sense of emptiness.

After a while, he opened his eyes again and looked at his clone. After adjusting his condition, he smiled and said:

"Congratulations, Mr. Prophet~"

Renekton Soth chuckled and nodded:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Occultist."

"I'm going home first. After saying goodbye, I will head to the Southern Continent."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure quickly became transparent, faded and disappeared.

Seeing Renekton's clone leaving directly through the spirit world, Leonard hesitated for a moment before coming back to his senses. He looked at Renekton and asked doubtfully:

"He left through the spirit world? What about you?"

Renekton leaned against the carriage and said with a relaxed expression:

"It is not only readers who can turn the knowledge they possess into power, but also those who can spy on secrets."

"You nighthawks all work at night and rest during the day? At this time, you still have time to come to Berklund Street."

"It's just a break. This is very common for nighthawks."

Leonard relaxed and his tone became leisurely.

Seeing that Leonard seemed to have no tendency to communicate with Palles, Renekton pondered for a moment, raised his eyebrows slightly and said:

"Where's Pales? Are you pretending to sleep again?"

"Oh, call me grandpa when you need my help, and just call me Pales when you don't need it. You are really essential!"

Pales's old voice came from Leonard's mouth, with some dissatisfaction.

Renekton touched his nose in embarrassment and changed the topic as soon as his thoughts turned:

"The book "Grossell's Travels" I mentioned last time, I wonder if you are interested in it."

Without waiting for Pales' reaction, he continued:

"My guess is that that book was transformed by the divine kingdom 'Levihid' ​​of the former 'Dragon of Fantasy' Angelweed. This may involve the backhand he used for resurrection."

"Your blood descendant just became a link in His resurrection plan."

Leonard opened his mouth slightly, then quickly closed it. When he opened his lips again, the voice that came out was still Pales's slightly older voice:

"The dragon of fantasy, Levished?"

"This is just your guess. The miracle city of Levished has always been clearly recorded in history and has never disappeared suddenly."

Renekton shook his head slightly and said calmly:

"If the dragon of fantasy can dream up a city of miracles, he can dream up a second one."

"The fact that "Grossell's Travels" is in the hands of Lieutenant General Iceberg is no different from that in the Church of Knowledge. That person is also a giant dragon."

Leonard's eyes were full of doubts, and he seemed to have many questions, but his body was controlled by Pales, and he couldn't ask a word.

After a brief silence, Pales's voice sounded again:

"It seems that that person has already been to the fantasy world in that book."

"Don't explore the world in that book for the time being. In a thousand years, once they leave that fantasy world, they will become a handful of loess."

"The backhand left behind by the Dragon of Fantasy thousands of years ago cannot be pinpointed to a certain time. He can only ensure the general direction of the story."

Understanding Pales's attitude, Renekton chuckled and nodded in response:

"No problem, if you want to collect some life, you can go to the sea, there are enough pirates there."

"Then I'll take my leave now."

Renekton bowed slightly to Leonard. Starlight filled the air around him, enveloping his figure and disappearing into the spirit world.

After Renekton left, Leonard regained control of his body. He leaned against the carriage, tilted his head slightly, and said to himself:

"Old man, who is that? The ancient dragon that survived from the Second Age?"

"You don't need to know, don't explore the secrets casually, be careful not to die inexplicably."

The old voice echoed in his mind.

Leonard curled his lips and muttered nonchalantly:

"Isn't this also you?