Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Mr. Fool's words brought everyone who was immersed in their own thoughts back to their senses. There was still complete shock in their eyes.

Seeing that everyone was speechless, Klein glanced at Mr. Azik from time to time. He suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth, controlled the trumpet "World" and said in a low voice:

"I received news that the matter in Bansi Port has been resolved by the Church of Storms."

“There will be no Porto Bansi for some time.”

Mr. "World" means that Bansi Port was directly wiped out by the Church of Storms? This is really their style. I wonder if the Pope of the Church of Storms came to the scene in person. While thinking, "Justice" Audrey looked at "The World" with bright eyes and asked:

"Mr. World, do you know the specific process?"

"No one can understand, except the top leaders of the Church of Storms."

"The World" shook his head slightly and glanced at the Hanged Man inadvertently.

Feeling the sight of "The World", "The Hanged Man" Alger was silent for a moment before speaking in a hoarse voice:

"He is an archbishop carrying a level 0 sealed artifact. He is currently sitting in Bayam, the capital of the Rhoside Islands, the City of Generosity."

Him? Angels from the Church of Storms, in order to solve the problem in Banxi Port, the Church of Storms directly sent an angel and a level 0 sealed artifact!

After sighing for a while, Audrey keenly noticed the last part of Alger's words. She looked at "The Hanged Man" Alger with some confusion:

"I remember, wasn't the 'Sea King' from the Church of Storms sitting there?"

Her words made "The Hanged Man" Alger and "The Hermit" Cattleya remain silent at the same time. Their ships had been near the waters of Rossed in the past few days.

After a brief silence, "The Hanged Man" Alger glanced at Renekton, but failed to observe the slightest reaction from him. He immediately looked away and said in a depressed voice:

"A few days ago, there was a big battle in the Rhoside Islands. The cause was a demigod-level witch and a demigod of unknown origin."

"At the end of this battle, the original witch came with part of her will, and the hidden sage came directly for a short time. Finally, it was the Lord of Storms who sent down divine punishment to drive them away."

"The time they chose happened to be when the Church of Storms was dealing with Bansi Port. This resulted in the Church of Storms not being able to react in time and make the best response."

It's not me, it's the time chosen by the witches. Renekton defended himself in his mind. He glanced at the top of the mottled long table and looked at Klein through the gray fog.

"Was that battle serious?" Although she was questioning, Audrey felt that it was certain, otherwise an angel would not have been allowed to guard there.

"The Hanged Man" Alger shook his head slightly and said:

"I was not in that sea area at the time and didn't know the specific situation."

"However, it is said that the sea surface was melted by a layer at that time, and the aftermath of the battle spread to the entire Bayam."

"Now the merchants, pirates and adventurers there are all rushing to flee. If the sea route had not been fully restored, it is estimated that only locals and official forces would be left in Bayam now."

Indeed, Bayam is now in a recession that is visible to the naked eye. Although there are not many casualties, it has a great impact on the economy and cannot be recovered in a short time. It is no wonder that the Church of Storms has such a big reaction. If conditions permit, the Lord of Storms Maybe he would show up in person to give him a set of electrotherapy.

Klein's eyes fell on Renekton, who was sitting on a high-backed chair and had no reaction at all to what Alger was describing. He couldn't help but curse in his heart. The pirates fled Bayam in a hurry, giving me no chance of earning the bounty. there is none left.

The sea is really dangerous. In less than half a month, so many things have happened one after another. Sure enough, the best life is to go to Harvest Church to pray every day, chat with the dolls at home, and learn some herbal knowledge. .Um, why did I add the point of going to Harvest Church.

"Moon" Emlyn thought for a moment, and suddenly thought of his promotion to Baron. He cleared his throat, tilted his chin slightly and said:

"Ahem~ Everyone, I have a question to ask."

"As a vampire, after being promoted to baron, do you need to use the 'acting method' like you humans to promote the so-called digestion and better master the extraordinary characteristics?"

Azik looked with interest at Emlyn, who tilted his chin slightly and did not hide his arrogance, and then chuckled:

"You need to act, because that path only has Sequence Seven called 'vampire', and you are born with it."

"Okay, thank you for your answer."

"That is to say, if I want to be successfully promoted to Viscount of the Vampire Clan, I still have to play the role of a 'potions professor', even if we, the Vampire Clan, are the darlings of the moon."

Emlyn's slightly tilted chin paused, a smile appeared, and he nodded gently towards Azik to express his gratitude. Then he added spontaneously, and he deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word "blood clan".

Renekton leaned on the high-backed chair and tilted his head, looking past Azik and onto Emlyn. He was really a stubborn vampire. Even when facing an angel, he had to correct himself as a vampire, and Not a vampire.

Because Azik directly revealed his identity as the Death Archon, everyone fell into a state of restraint in the second half of the tarot session.

After everyone communicated with each other for a few minutes, Klein directly announced the end of the gathering.

In Bayam's "Red Theater", a young man with black hair and black eyes, wearing a black hooded robe, about 1.8 meters tall, walked out.

The robe on his body was painted with many symbolic symbols, surrounding a cold, indifferent eye like stars. It looked a bit like a wizard from the Fourth Age, but it didn't reach the pointy hat.

With a faint smile on his lips, his right hand placed in front of his lower abdomen casually played with a tarot card, a ring with a three-layer structure, surrounding the wheel of fortune of a jackal, a sword, a lion and a snake. Card.

This is Renekton who has changed his appearance, image and temperament through the mysterious reappearance of "Cinderella".

He also deliberately restrained his aura as a master of prophecy, and relied on the apostle of desire trait he carried with him to disguise himself as an extraordinary person of the devil's path.

Make yourself completely different from before, both in face and breath, to avoid the screening of the unknown sealed artifact from the Church of Storms.

Renekton walked towards the alley diagonally opposite the "Red Theater" with a clear purpose. In this alley, there was a folk herbal medicine shop.

This fat pharmacist is quite business-savvy. While selling aphrodisiacs to the customers who visit the "Red Theater", he can also buy contraceptive pills and abortion pills for the girls in the "Red Theater".

As soon as he walked to the door of the herbal medicine shop, Renekton saw a fat owl. The owl seemed to have noticed him and stared at him without blinking.

Renekton showed a friendly smile to the fat Mr. Owl. The owl passed by the audience flapped its wings and flew into the herbal shop, landing on the innermost cabinet.

Renekton was stunned for a moment, looking at the owl flying into the herbal shop and lost in thought for a moment. Am I scary? I have always thought that I have a close affinity with small animals.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and his gaze fell on a transparent amber pendant hanging on his waist under the black robe. In the transparent amber, there was a rich black mist surging. Just looking at it seemed to be able to arouse people's emotions.

It must be because his body is contaminated with the aura of the apostle of desire. As an animal, his intuition is stronger than that of humans in some aspects.

While thinking, Renekton had already stepped into the herbal shop.

A man in his thirties, with black hair and brown eyes, a chubby, rather round body, stood up from under the counter.

There was still some uneasiness on his round face, and his eyes were almost narrowed to a slit. After looking at Renekton for a while, he curled his lips and said:

"You look a little weak, but there's no big problem."