Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Thea took out her hand without leaving a trace, picked up the coffee in the cup and took a sip.

After a moment of silence, she answered the question:

"This is not something that an ordinary little girl like me could know at that time. However, I think he has offended too many people, and at the same time, his own ability to digest magic potions cannot keep up. He is not a qualified hunter. "

"Hunter's Sequence 8 is called 'Provocateur'. They are not very strong, but they are enough to make people hate~"

“When a group of provocateurs, or former provocateurs, get together, conflicts are bound to happen.”

The right index finger of the prophet's clone tapped lightly on the coffee cup he was holding, and said in a leisurely tone:

"The promotion ceremony of the Iron-Blooded Knight requires the formation of a team of at least thirty people with strong comradeship and sufficient cooperation."

"Hunters who have gone through the provocateur stage will always provoke others with a few words. This ritual is not an ordinary difficulty for them."

"Form a team? How does this ritual work?"

Thea didn't care about why the prophet's clone knew about the iron-blooded knight's promotion ceremony. Instead, she curiously asked how the ceremony worked.

Renekton shrugged and said:

"I don't know. I don't know any hunters at this level."

Thea nodded lightly and stopped continuing the topic. She casually took out a small dagger from her waist and cut a gash in the palm of her right hand. Blood dropped drop by drop into the coffee in front of her.

After dyeing the entire cup of coffee red, she put the dagger back, her eyes filled with blue and white light.

A little light green light floated in the palm of her right hand, with a strong breath of life, quickly healing the wounds on her hand.

After doing all this, she pushed the red coffee in front of the prophet's clone and said:

"Since you are tracking her, you should be able to use my blood as a medium to find her location, right?"

The prophet clone nodded and said in a helpless tone:

"Yes, yes, but why do you want to drip it into the coffee?"

"Are there any other cups here?" Thea said in a calm voice without raising her eyelids.

"You are more of an adventurer than a member of the Church of Knowledge."

The prophet's clone sighed softly, leaned back on the chair, and at the same time reached out to bring the red-stained cup of coffee in front of him.

His eyes suddenly became covered with a layer of silvery white, became deep and calm, and lost focus.

With the mystical connection between Thea's blood and Yalina Sauron, a picture quickly emerged in his mind.

It was a ghost ship floating on the sea. It looked a bit old and was dark in color, like a sunken ship that had been soaked in sea water for a long time. On the raised sail, there was a pattern of a sea monster with twisted tentacles painted on it.

The picture floated again, and he saw a strong man with scale-like patterns on his face, neck, and exposed arms, like the phantom scales hidden under the skin of an extraordinary sailor. There is no beard on the chin, but there are green buds about ten centimeters long, like the tentacles of sea creatures.

He has dark blue eyes, wears a black three-cornered pirate hat, and a loose dark brown coat, which seems to deliberately cover his physical features.

The picture floated again and came to a dark room, like a collection room specially used to place precious items. On the widest wall of the room, there was a rather gorgeous mirror made of gold hanging. Obvious Intis style.

The picture floating in his mind suddenly stopped, and the eyes of the prophet's clone became clear again.

"You were promoted to prophet? When? No wonder you dare to hunt her down."

Thea seemed to have come back to her senses from the performance of the prophet's clone just now, and asked with a voice full of surprise, but she soon regained her composure.

Her words made Phoenix frown on the side, his inquiring eyes fell on the prophet clone, and he asked with doubts:

"Aren't you an occultist?"

“We are all the same person, just separate identities.”

The prophet clone explained with a chuckle.

"Ordinary clones won't even change their own paths and treat it as your little secret, as long as they are not made into marionettes."

Thea just sighed in a faint tone, and then solved the problem in one sentence. She paused for a moment before continuing:

"What did you predict just now?"

Renekton raised his head slightly, recalling the scene that had just appeared in his mind, and said with a slightly less obvious teasing tone:

"Vice Admiral Abyss's 'Newes', and a mirror that was placed on that ghost ship. It is a very gorgeous mirror made of gold."

"Your father, uh, mother? Or mom? Anyway, she is most likely hiding in that mirror. The Ageless Witch is good at resurrection and rebirth. It is probably a back-up she prepared for herself."

"As for why it appeared on Vice Admiral Deep Sea's ship, maybe it was one of her lovers, or maybe the mirror happened to be intercepted by the other party."

Thea didn't show any obvious changes in emotion, she just chuckled and said:

"That was a long time ago. I have no relationship with her or the Sauron family. I have even forgotten his name."

"Of course, I am still happy to send her to the underworld."

Phoenix's eyes flashed slightly at the side. He has a relatively reserved personality and is particularly sensitive to changes in emotions.

Renekton sat back in his chair in a leisurely manner without making any comments.

Sometimes the calmer she behaves, the stronger her inner emotions become. It seems that her life in the Sauron family was not easy, and a big reason for this came from her father. This should not reach the point of becoming an enemy. Are there other reasons?

In Impas City, in a hotel called Soyana.

Renekton was sitting on the sofa by the window, holding several pieces of parchment torn from "Grossell's Travels" in his hand. On the round table in front of him were also placed the things he had previously collected from Flora Jacob. The worm of time.

On his shoulder, there is a mechanical arm swinging flexibly. There is a weird eyeball on each joint of the arm. There is also a flesh-and-blood eye without eyelashes in the palm of the hand. It looks at it with a thoughtful expression. The materials placed on the round table shook their hands from time to time, as if they were shaking their heads.

In Renekton's mind, the voice of the mechanical hand echoed without much confidence:

"The level of these materials is too high, and my ability is not enough to make them into perfect magical items."

Renekton nodded without paying much attention and said with a chuckle:

"It's okay. You just need to control them so that their negative effects are not too outrageous. It is best to make them have the characteristics of being alive. It is difficult to deal with dead things, but living things will know how to restrain themselves."

"Then I'll try my best."

The clever mechanical hand responded without any confidence.

It stretched out its hand directly and grabbed a piece of parchment from Renekton's hand. Its mechanical fingers clicked on the parchment rhythmically. Every time it clicked on a place, a strange gray-white symbol appeared, and they were connected to each other. , forming a dense network.

In Renekton's field of vision, blurred lights and shadows emerged from the parchment. They were like drops of water suspended in mid-air, reflecting different faces.

Those subconscious and collective subconscious in "Grossell's Travels"?

"Yes, every page here contains part of the world in the book and the spiritual world."

"However, I can only extract these subconscious minds. The world in the book and the spiritual world inside will inevitably be destroyed. Their existence is far beyond the limit of my ability. It is not something that an ordinary mechanical expert like me can operate. "

The skillful mechanical hand flexibly extracted the subconsciousness from each piece of parchment while answering Renekton's questions.