Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

After everyone stood up and bowed to say goodbye, a crimson light instantly rose, leading figures one after another out of the space above the gray mist.

Renekton turned his head and looked to both sides and found that he was the only one left behind.

He then looked at Klein, who was at the top, and said in confusion:

"what happened?"

Klein pondered and asked, "Have you ever paid attention to your mentality?"

Renekton nodded gently and sat back in his high-backed chair, saying in a calm voice:

"I have some doubts about whether my existence is real or not. I originally planned to wait for Miss Justice to advance to another level and ask her to give me some psychological counseling. In fact, Angelweed is a better choice, but I don't trust it very much. Him."

Klein frowned slightly and said in a deep voice after a moment of silence:

"You can come to me if you need help, although I'm not good at psychological counseling."

"But can I go to the Honesty Hall and experience it to add some humanity to me?"

Renekton chuckled and looked at Klein. When he saw the figure shrouded in gray mist, he visibly froze for a moment. He leaned against the back of the chair and laughed.

Hearing Renekton's laughter, Klein shook his head helplessly, and then changed the subject:

"Russell's diary mentioned the abyss, and he went in to explore it. There were all demon corpses there, and he didn't see a single living demon."

"Do you think the place he went to is really an abyss?"

Renekton stopped, leaned forward slightly, rested his elbows on the edge of the table, and said with a thoughtful expression:

"Some changes have occurred in the abyss, and it has become unsuitable for even demons to survive."

"As for the reason, I guess it is the influence from a higher position. The 'dark side of the universe' has not exerted influence on the real world for a long time. His condition may not be better than that of the bound god hanging on the tree. How many."

"The bound god hanging on the tree?" Klein was inspired, but he didn't think of anything.

"You will find out after you have more contact with the Rose School of Thought."

Renekton nodded slightly and did not dwell on this topic too much.

Seeing Renekton's unwillingness to say more, Klein gave up the idea of ​​continuing to ask. He leaned back on his chair and said calmly:

"So be it."

A crimson light rose up, and Renekton felt himself in a trance. When he came back to his senses, he had already left the gray mist.

West Balam, in a coffee bean plantation on the south bank of the Pas Valley.

Renekton followed Plak as he walked among the coffee trees. Neither of them spoke until Anu, the crow hovering in the sky, landed on a branch.

Plaque looked at it deeply, and the crow Anu's body stiffened instantly. Even though there was no malicious gaze, it still shrank a little under the natural pressure of the high-ranking people in this path.

"Hehe, this is a very nice little guy. It has already digested the psychic potion. Do you have any plans to let it continue to advance?"

Renekton glanced at the crow standing on the branch and did not dare to move, and chuckled softly:

"Looking at it on its own, I don't really care about that."

As soon as he finished speaking, his inspiration was touched. As a slight breeze blew by, an invisible natural spirit appeared around him. It was communicating with Plaque in the language of the dead.

After a moment, his face became heavy, he waved his hand to let the natural spirit leave, then turned his head to look at Renekton and said:

"There are indeed more than one of the kind of dolls you mentioned. The spirits I sent out found them in the Pas Valley area."

"They are well hidden, and ordinary natural spirits and souls of the dead cannot tell the difference between them and ordinary people."

Renekton nodded lightly without being surprised, and then said:

"The behavior of those puppets walking into the river is very much like a part of the ritual, helping the original moon to bring down some of its power, or maybe he was promoted to a coffin bearer in Sequence Three?"

Plaque shook his head and said in an uncertain tone:

"I don't know much about the coffin bearer's ritual, but he hasn't been promoted to an ancient alchemist for too long, so it's unlikely that he could digest the potion so quickly."

"Perhaps he received the gift of the original moon. After all, the red moon is there every day, and blood moon nights occasionally occur."

Renekton pondered and expressed his guess.

Plaque pondered and nodded:

"I won't rule out this possibility. I will draw attention to it. The Pas Valley is very important to us and we can't let that lunatic really spread pollution."

Before he finished speaking, his figure quickly faded and disappeared, and he left here by traveling through the spirit world.

The crow Anu on the branch nearby seemed to come to life again, fluttering its wings quickly and landed on Renekton's shoulder:

"Boss, let's go find the rabbit. The aura on this person is so depressing. I feel like I'm seeing a natural enemy."

Natural enemy? Is this the influence of the Phoenix bloodline? Renekton nodded thoughtfully, and his figure suddenly became transparent, turning into a statue made of bright stars.

The statue shattered in an instant, and the bright starlight surged bit by bit, wrapping the crow Anu and jumping directly into the spirit world.

Passenger ship to Tyrinhos Island in the Central Sunian Sea.

In a first-class room shrouded in secret power, the prophet's clone sat on each side of a round table with Phoenix and Thea.

"So, that Yalina Sauron is your father?"

The prophet's clone smacked his tongue slightly and repeated the words he just heard.

Thea nodded expressionlessly, her dark gold eyes contained restrained emotions, and she narrated in a calm voice:

"Yes, he was my father, before he became a woman."

"We can only be regarded as a branch of the Sauron family. After the leader of the Sauron family lost control and went crazy 200 years ago, the Sauron family declined. I think there must be more than one part of the leader of the out-of-control Sauron family. Angel-level characteristics.”

"He is not a very talented person, otherwise he would not have betrayed the Sauron family and gone to the Witch Church."

"I remember that he acted very hesitant, irritable, and crazy for a period of time. I observed him secretly during that time, and he seemed to be confused by a tarot card."

"Witch card?" The prophet's clone followed his intuition and said this guess.

Thea looked at the prophecy clone in surprise, then chuckled and said:

"It seems that you have grown a lot during the time you left Feneport. You have completely immersed yourself in it and are not as impetuous as before."

"I wasn't very impetuous before, was I? At most, I was a little impulsive."

The prophet clone defended himself.

"Really just a little? You were so bold that you were completely unlike a reasoning apprentice. I have no doubt that I will receive news of your return to the Kingdom of God one morning."

Thea's voice was a little hoarse, as if she was talking about Renekton, but also as if she was talking about herself.

A bronze palm with a black ring set with emeralds gently placed on Thea's hand holding the coffee cup, silently comforting the other person.

You force me to stuff dog food, right? .The clone silently turned away his eyes while speaking. He felt that he didn't even have to eat dinner tonight.

After a moment of silence, Thea quickly adjusted her emotions and said with a smile:

"You guessed it right, that is indeed the witch card among the cards of blasphemy made by Emperor Russell."

"The party effect of the Blasphemy Card allowed him to unknowingly collect the materials needed to be promoted to the Witch of Despair. After applying to the family for promotion to the Iron-Blooded Knight several times and being rejected, he chose a different path. Even if it turns into a woman."

"As for what happens next, you should be able to guess it, right? Maybe he does have a talent for being a woman. He doesn't seem to be confused or affected at all by becoming a witch, at least on the surface."

"Why did the Sauron family reject his application? There are no extra characteristics? Or is it due to internal factional strife?"

Phoenix asked curiously.