Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

After seeing that Renekton and Grant knew each other, the waiter who just led the way quickly came closer, handed Renekton a menu, and introduced:

"These are some of the dishes our restaurant offers. The first page is our specialties. You can take a look at what you need. I'm not far away. If you need anything, you can call me anytime."

After saying that, the waiter stepped aside intuitively.

Renekton casually handed the menu in his hand to Grant across from him and said with a smile:

"Ladies first, I wonder what Ms. Grant wants to see me for?"

Grant took the menu without politeness, selected some dishes and then handed the menu to Bugs Bunny and the two cats Brie and Ritz, who were staring at each other.

Then she raised her head and looked at Renekton. There seemed to be a dim galaxy in her deep eyes, which made Renekton feel that he had no secrets in front of him. He changed his position uncomfortably. sit on the chair.

The scene was deadlocked for a moment, before Grant chuckled and said:

"You are somewhat similar to Russell. Although I still can't understand many of his thoughts and thoughts, I always thought of him inexplicably when I saw you before."

"Roselle? Do you know him?"

Renekton looked at Grant opposite with some curiosity, and had a strange feeling in his heart. In his subconscious, the women Russell knew were either his sex partners or potential sex partners. Intis's style made him Like a fish in water!

"You seem to be a little rude in your inner thoughts." Grant reminded him in a calm tone, her brown eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts.

Mastered the more advanced mystical knowledge in the spiritual field? Wouldn't her demigod ritual use the blood of an angel-level psychic dragon?

Thoughts passed through Renekton's mind one by one. He quickly calmed down his emotions, raised his eyes to look at Grant and asked curiously:

"Are you from Russell's era?"

"It's rude to ask a woman her age!"

Grant responded in a calm tone, and casually pushed his loose hair behind him.

Renekton controlled his expression and nodded without any emotion: "Sorry, I was rude."

Grant suddenly waved his hands in a lack of interest and said:

"You are indeed not the same type of person as Russell. He will not let go of any opportunity to strike up a conversation with a woman."

"To be precise, I am not from Russell's era. When he was emerging, I had already left the Church of the God of Craftsmen at that time, which is now the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, and joined Moss Asceticism. meeting."

"Join the Morse Trappist Order? Why?" Renekton asked curiously.

Even though the Church of the God of Artisans was severely suppressed by the Eternal Sun Church at that time, it was still one of the Orthodox Churches. It was really difficult for him to understand that he would join a wanted secret organization without having a good organization.

Grant's eyes were distant for a moment, as if she was caught in a long memory, and she said in a relaxed tone:

"On the one hand, it's the issue of promotion, and on the other hand, I really can't stand those stubborn church members."

"If you have had in-depth contact with the members of the Heart of Machinery, you will find that they are often more stubborn and rigid than the proud group of sun believers. They are like rusty steel, smelly and hard."

Renekton quietly leaned on the back of his chair and did not answer anything until Bugs Bunny handed him the menu that he, Bree and Ritz had ordered together. Renekton took a look after taking it and found that they all picked some names. Weird dishes are being ordered.

The 18th modified version of the fruit platter, Lucius’s steamed fish, and the standard version of the Lundberg diagonal cake. This naming style really looks like my computer desktop!

Muttering in his mind, Renekton waved to the waiter and handed him the menu he had ordered.

Then he looked sideways at Grant and asked casually:

"What do you think of Russell?"

Grant was silent for a while, seeming to be struggling with the choice of words. After a long moment of silence, he spoke after careful consideration:

"He is a genius, a true genius, a genius who transcends his time, but sometimes I also think he is a wretch and a madman."

"Poor bastard, madman? Have you had in-depth contact with him? Just an ordinary understanding should not allow you to make such an evaluation."

Renekton pondered and continued to ask.

Grant rested his elbows on the edge of the table and said in a leisurely voice:

"He initially chose the path of generalist. In the presence of steam, he could only become a 'knowledge mentor' in Sequence 2 at best. For subsequent promotion, he chose the jump path and became a hermit. The sequence of pathways is ‘Emperor of Knowledge’.”

"His knowledge emperor attribute was obtained with my help. In exchange, he separated a redundant sage attribute for me and helped me complete the rituals required for promotion."

"I was relatively familiar with him, but it was only during that period of time. Later, he seemed to have encountered some changes and changed a lot. I even doubted whether he was hidden by steam or some evil god. It’s polluted.”

A woman's intuition, uh, no, it should be the intuition of a sage. Renekton, who was quite accurate, sighed in his heart, then ignored the topic and asked instead:

"Why did you come to the Southern Continent and stay here as a teacher? It's just a cooperation between the Moss Ascetic Order and Mr. Plaque. It shouldn't require one of your angels to come in person, right?"

"This is the will of the Hidden Sage."

"I don't know the specific reason. He has changed a lot. Even the Moss Ascetic Order feels a little strange about him now."

"We don't know whether this is good or bad. In order to cope with possible changes, I decided to come and see for myself. As for staying here as a teacher, it is just a personal hobby of mine."

Grant's voice was slightly hoarse, and he spoke unhurriedly about the reason for his appearance here.

After a brief moment of silence, Renekton asked again:

"In your opinion, what kind of existence is the Hidden Sage?"

Grant looked at Renekton with a serious expression for a moment, then chuckled as if he couldn't hold back:

"As a favored one of 'knowledge', you should know Him better than I do."

"However, if I want to talk about my personal opinion, I can say: He is some kind of incarnation of knowledge and information in this world. To a certain extent, it can be equated with knowledge itself. His act of instilling knowledge into every secret peeper To me, it’s more of an instinct to spread knowledge.”

"We in the Moss Ascetic Order have actually not had much contact with Him. He is very mysterious and difficult to fathom."

"But these are my previous impressions of Him. As for now, He is more mysterious and unpredictable, but I vaguely feel that He is planning something and waiting for something."

"Perhaps, at some point in the future, an existence named 'The Hermit' will quietly appear and spread His brilliance all over the earth."

Are you testing me? Renekton lowered his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and said suddenly as if he suddenly remembered something: