Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Above the gray mist, there is a magnificent palace that seems to have remained unchanged forever.

Renekton was sitting on the high-backed chair that belonged to the White Tower. There were pieces of starlight scattered around him, reflecting the space above the gray fog like a bright galaxy.

His eyes were filled with rich purple light, and a piece of translucent amber was gently held in the palm of his left hand.

In this piece of amber, there is a shadow that flows as richly as substance. The shadows are layer upon layer, like a curtain. Deep in the shadow, there seems to be an eye full of corruption, filth, and abnormal power hidden. .

The bright stars around him were scattered with rays of light, constantly dissolving the shadow wrapped in translucent amber in Renekton's hand. They were dissolved into the purest information, which was recorded and analyzed by Renekton with his voyeuristic eyes.

Klein sat quietly in the high-backed chair belonging to The Fool. He leveraged some of the power of the gray mist to help Renekton suppress the pollution in this drop of blood, making it easier for him to analyze it.

About a quarter of an hour later, the shadow Renekton was holding on to his left hand disappeared.

He retracted his left hand with a slight nostalgia, leaned back, and leaned against the back of the chair. The bright starlight surrounding him quickly dissipated, and the grand and ancient palace once again returned to its former tranquility.

Renekton closed his eyes slightly, digesting the occult knowledge he had just analyzed:

You can temporarily create a shadow field, combining the power of corruption, filth, mutation and other fields with the shadow to create a variety of monsters. You can also directly imbue the shadow with strange power to corrode those in the field. everything.

It smells a bit like the land abandoned by the gods, but it doesn't require the absolute condition of lightless darkness. Sasril's blood essence is very high, almost equivalent to the true creator.

"How was the harvest?"

Klein, who was sitting in the high-backed chair belonging to the Fool, saw Renekton open his eyes and asked in a calm tone.

"not bad."

"I even want to collect the blood of mythical creatures from every path. For occultists, any real and effective occult knowledge is our source of power."

Renekton leaned on the high-backed chair and said with some expectation in his voice.

Just think about it, this is somewhat unrealistic. Klein silently cursed in his heart.

Just as he was about to open his mouth and prepare to say something, deep red light suddenly flowed out of the boundless gray fog around him, spreading out like a tide.

A crimson star suddenly shone, and it continued to expand and contract.

Mr. Fool's business was quite busy. Renekton sighed a little, then stood up from his seat, preparing to say goodbye.

Klein, who was sitting at the top of the mottled long table, stared slightly. Isn't this the crimson star pointing at any member of the Tarot Club, newcomer?

While his thoughts were turning, he did not respond to Renekton's action, and his spirituality spread directly and touched the crimson star.

The crimson light suddenly expanded, then quickly retracted, condensing into a scene of real images and sounds.

Renekton turned to look at the picture behind him, his expression stiffened, and he saw his familiar figure in the picture.

"Captain!" Renekton opened his mouth slightly and murmured.

Hearing Renekton's soft murmur, Klein quickly reacted and asked casually:

"'Star Admiral' Cattleya?"

Renekton's gaze rested on the top of Cattleya's body, where there was a pair of ruthless, almost transparent eyes without eyelashes.

He looked carefully at the eyes that symbolized the hidden sage, and his brows gradually furrowed.

Relying on his familiarity with the Hidden Sage, he saw more through this layer of symbols. Something was wrong with the Hidden Sage. He seemed to have fallen into some kind of instinct, some kind of madness. Why do I feel like this? judge.

While thinking, he heard Klein's questioning voice:

"Is this knowledge chasing people?"

Renekton came back to his senses, frowned slightly, and nodded solemnly:

"Yes, extraordinary people who embark on the path of the Secret Sage will inevitably be instilled with knowledge from the Hidden Sage."

"If you endure it, you will be able to directly gain the corresponding knowledge. If you fail to endure it, you will directly lose control, go crazy and collapse."

"Hidden Sage. Why do you do this?"

Klein asked thoughtfully.

He thought of Old Neil, who longed for the occult knowledge to resurrect his wife, but lost control because he could not bear the infusion of knowledge from the Hidden Sage.

What is the state of the Hidden Sage? Why do I feel that the hidden sage I came into contact with from Al and the hidden sage that other secret-peeping extraordinary people came into contact with are completely two extremes.

Seeing that Klein was deep in thought at this time, Renekton cleared his throat and warned:

"Ahem~ I think you might be able to help her first."

Klein came back to his senses, nodded, and then his spirituality spread, touching the crimson star that was constantly shrinking and expanding.

His spirituality surged suddenly and poured into the crimson star. Soon, he established a mysterious and solid connection with Cattleya, which was represented by the crimson star.

Cattleya's figure suddenly appeared in the palace, sitting on a high-backed chair in front of Renekton.

After a short silence, Cattleya gradually recovered. She looked at the palace blankly, her eyes looking at the figure shrouded in gray mist sitting leisurely at the top and the familiar figure to her side. Blurred figures lingered between them.

After a moment, she asked in an erratic tone:

"Is this the underworld?"

"You are not dead."

Klein responded with a chuckle.

After he saw the symbol of starlight stained by starlight appearing behind the high-backed chair where Cattleya was sitting, he turned his gaze to Renekton and asked in a calm voice:

"What is your understanding of the Hidden Sage?"

Seeing that Klein turned the question to him again, Renekton sat back on his high-backed chair, leaned back against the back of the chair, and muttered:

"He is activated by the uniqueness of the hermit, and is a certain incarnation of the knowledge and information of this world, but at certain times, He can also be equated with knowledge itself."

Sometimes. So, isn’t He always controlled by the corresponding source? Is this why I feel that there are two extremes in His performance? This may not be the whole story. There may be some reasons that I don't know.

After thinking for a moment, Klein restrained his thoughts. In order to maintain his image as a "fool", he said another enigmatic sentence:

"Knowledge is a must."

A necessity? Is this a reminder from the beacon of destiny? Renekton narrowed his eyes slightly. He felt that maybe he should rethink the relationship between the hidden sage and the wilderness of knowledge. Perhaps, this uniqueness is not as simple as being activated by pollution.

Is the pursuit of knowledge a necessity? Why? Is this an act that the Hidden Sage has to do in order to maintain a certain state of his own? Cattleya also fell into deep thought because of Klein's words.

While Cattleya was deep in thought, Klein glanced at her casually and said in an indifferent and leisurely voice:

"Aren't you going to introduce yourself?"

"This should be the most basic etiquette."

Cattleya was silent for a moment, and then said in a deep voice:

"My name is Cattleya, and I also have the title of 'Admiral of the Stars'."

"Thank you very much for your help just now. If you need me to do anything, you can give me direct instructions as long as it is within my ability and does not violate my principles."