Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Seeing that the Bone Messenger was still wary of him, Klein helplessly shook his head and then said:

"I have found my own messenger. I don't need Mr. Azik to transfer his messenger to me."

Hearing this, the tall bone messenger took a step forward as if he was relieved, bent down, and stretched out his generous palm in front of him.

Klein casually took the folded letter on the table and handed it into the palm of the Bone Messenger.

After receiving the letter, the Bone Messenger gave a rare nod to Klein, and then his body quickly disintegrated, turning into bones that fell to the ground and entered the spirit world.

Klein watched the Bone Messenger leave and helplessly laughed at himself:

"I'm really afraid that Mr. Azik will give it to me."

Squeak!

The door behind him was suddenly pushed open. As soon as Klein turned around, he saw Bugs Bunny turn around and close the door.

Outside the door, Danitz had only time to get half of his foot in. When he saw the door being forcefully closed, he quickly pulled out his right foot to avoid being pinched by the door. He was very aware of Bugs Bunny's strength. cognition.

This shitty rabbit! Daniz, who was locked out of the door, let out an angry cry, turned around and lay down on the easy chair by the fireplace as if resigned to his fate. He covered his ears with both hands to resist the harassment of the noise.

Not far away from him, the golden book messenger was selflessly singing praises to the God of Knowledge, its voice was high-pitched and hoarse.

In the room, Klein silently watched Bugs Bunny's series of actions. After he came closer, he asked softly:

"what happened?"

"I just picked this up."

As he spoke, Bugs Bunny showed Klein the palm-sized gray-white scales covered by his paws.

Are you sure you picked up Angelweed's scales? Klein looked weird for a moment. He maintained his current personality and asked calmly:

"Where did you pick it up?"

"Well, it was just outside on the sofa. I just informed the boss's prophet clone, and this scale suddenly hit me on the head."

Bugs Bunny said, pointing to the left side of his forehead.

Klein nodded slightly and fell into deep thought. Is this a hint from the God of Knowledge? He wants me to seek help from the former dragon of fantasy. Is everything developing in His plan? Or is He just going along with the flow?

After frowning and thinking for a moment, Klein regained control of his thoughts, looked at Bugs Bunny aside and asked:

"How long does it take for him to get here?"

"The clone boss said that he is outside the safe channel of the Raging Sea, and it will take some time to get here. However, he can use secret techniques to locate the boss above the gray fog with your help."

"Where is it above the gray fog?"

After Bugs Bunny rambled on, looking like the doppelgänger was very unreliable, he raised his hand and handed the gray-white scale he was holding to Klein.

Klein stretched out his hand to take it and looked at the scale carefully, confirming that it was the scale he had used for divination above the gray mist.

He nodded with a solemn expression, looked at Bugs Bunny and said:

"Do you know how to contact the mysterious queen? If we find more people, the probability of success will be higher. The Witch Sect must be ready and waiting for us to find her."

"I'm going right now!"

Bugs Bunny's eyes lit up, and then he nodded. As he spoke, he turned around and quickly jumped towards the door.

Klein tossed the gray-white scales in his hand, quickly rummaged through the room to find the ritual materials, and arranged a spiritual wall around the surrounding walls.

Then, by sacrificing himself to himself and responding to himself, he sent this gray-white scale above the gray mist.

After doing all this, he immediately stood up, walked four steps backwards, and recited aloud at the same time.

Above the gray fog, Klein leaned against the high-backed chair and looked at the dim crimson star representing Renekton, feeling a little silent for a moment.

At this time, the connection I established through the crimson stars pulled Al above this gray mist. Was it his body consciousness or his clone? Or, simply fail?

After thinking for a moment, he tried to spread his spirituality and touch the crimson star that represented Renekton.

The crimson light spot expanded and contracted slightly, but no ripple-like light emitted, nor did it receive any reaction. Sure enough, it failed.

He spread his spirituality around himself, preparing to ask Bugs Bunny to contact Al's clone and ask him to take the initiative to recite his honorary name.

As soon as he made a move, a new crimson star suddenly lit up in the boundless gray mist. It was constantly expanding and contracting, often causing ripples in circles.

A calm male voice echoed over and over again in this gray fog:

"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."

"I finally started to pray that at least it was me who was in trouble. Why do I feel like you are not as anxious as me?"

Klein sighed and groaned. He intuitively believed that this was Al's clone.

He then raised his right hand, spreading out his spirituality, and quickly touched the newly appeared crimson star.

A burst of crimson light rose in this magnificent ancient palace, and a familiar figure appeared on the seat belonging to the White Tower.

He wore a pair of brass-colored glasses on the bridge of his nose, with a faint smile on his lips. He looked at the surroundings casually, seeming to be in a good mood.

Seeing the other party's calm posture, Klein felt that his original anxiety had disappeared instantly. He leaned back against the back of the chair and said in a leisurely tone:

"You don't seem to be in a hurry."

The prophet clone shrugged helplessly and said:

"I'm just a Sequence 4 prophet. Since the Witch Sect is obviously well prepared, what I can do is very limited."

"Moreover, their target was the conqueror trait that was taken away. The main body would definitely not be killed directly. They would die accidentally. Isn't there still a clone like me?"

Why do I feel that you are really looking forward to something happening to your body? Klein silently cursed in his heart, and then changed the subject:

"What do you call it? It's a little confusing."

"Just call me 'Prophet'." The clone responded with a chuckle.

Klein nodded slightly, and then took out the gray-white scale from Angelweed.

Gray scales float quietly on Klein's palm, with mysterious and three-dimensional patterns engraved on them, like incomplete and strange symbols.

These symbols try to extend outward and establish some kind of connection with the spiritual world formed by the intersection of living creatures' consciousness, but they are still unable to break through the shackles of this layer of gray fog.

The prophet's clone was stunned for a moment when he saw this scale appearing on Klein's hand. His thoughts kept diverging in his mind, and a guess quickly took shape:

"The God of Knowledge wants to take advantage of the opportunity to drag Angelweed into this muddy water and let him choose a camp."

"And with your support, there is a high probability that He can recycle the part of Levishdri's seal and add Alsuhod's pen, and He will start to compete with Adam for the position of Visionary."

Conspiracy, no, conspiracy, this is on the surface, it depends on what Angelweed will choose, whether he can withstand the temptation of Sequence 0. The wisest dragon is really a god with deep thoughts, Whether it is his beloved or his former boss, there is no hesitation in using it.

Klein leaned on the back of his chair, pondered for a moment without any expression, and then said:

"Locate your body first, and then try to contact Angelweed."

"Okay, this needs your help, as well as it."

The prophet clone nodded slightly and pointed to the strange crown covered with blood and rust that was placed on the long mottled table.

Klein only hesitated slightly before he understood what the other party meant. He then stretched out his left hand to take the strange crown in his hand, and began to pour spiritual energy into it.

With the help of this gray mist, he easily used the "spiritual communication" ability belonging to the War Bishop, and a flaming red instantly appeared in his eyes.

The moment the prophet clone saw the red light floating in Klein's eyes, he felt more connected with the gray fog.

My personality seems to have been directly raised to the angel level, but it is only a personality and does not have practical power. The ability of the prophet has been greatly improved, because Source Castle already has the authority in this regard, so it brings me Is there a certain bonus?

While thinking, the eyes of the prophet's clone were filled with light blue light, appearing wise and indifferent.

Relying on the blessing that Klein brought to him through "spiritual communication", he began to follow the connection between himself and his body to try to find the other party.