Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

"Oh, today's harvest is very good!"

After a pause, Amon said a forcibly translated sentence in Ancient Fusac:

"There seems to be a special phrase to describe this kind of thing, it's called 'a gift from nature'."

"That guy is indeed interesting, but it's a pity that the Dragon of Betrayal keeps a close eye on him, so my clone can't appear next to him often."

Amon's expression curled up at the corners of his lips, revealing a strange smile, as if he had remembered something interesting.

He stood up straight lazily, waved gently, and then magically took out a palm-sized ring made of mercury, with strange mysterious symbols symbolizing fate and destiny engraved on it.

".Destined destiny, fate, Tamaki seems to have someone who wants to join Orochi and his friends in their cat and mouse game."

"The Seven Gods are a little useless. The original barrier is still there, but they can't stop those guys from Starry Sky from penetrating power into this world."

While speaking, Amon raised his hand and pinched the monocle at his right eye, and the mercury ring he held in his right hand suddenly disappeared.

Then he turned his attention to the frog carcass at his feet. The time around him seemed to be sped up several times. In just one breath, the gray-white light spots that were still slowly rotating and converging were all integrated into the frog. of corpses.

As the last bit of bright white light disappeared, the frog's body finally revealed its current appearance:

A frog puppet with a dark green color and strange and twisted tree-like patterns drawn all over its body. Its mouth was tightly sewn together with shining silver-white metallic wires. Its two hands were firmly pressed on the exaggerated pair. His big eyes seemed to be filled with fear, and he didn't dare to open his eyes to see.

Amon raised his eyebrows slightly, then bent down and picked up the puppet on the ground.

He casually looked at the frog puppet in his hand for a while, then twitched the corner of his mouth and laughed out loud:

"Interesting stuff, very suitable for that game called 123 Wooden Man."

While speaking, his figure was distorted and blurred for a moment. When it became clear again, it had turned into a black crow flapping its wings and flying towards the window. There was a trademark white eye circle on its right eye.

As the crow left, the light in the room suddenly became brighter, as if much of the dust in the air had disappeared. The crimson moonlight shone into the room through the glassless windows, covering everything in the room. A layer of crimson tulle.

In the middle of the Pass Valley, on the dead river, thick shadows surged like water, sweeping the headless horseman, who was only covered in rusty armor, to the river bank.

Dots of crimson, green, brass, and pale light were constantly peeling off the Headless Horseman's armor like layers of rust, converging into clusters of light on the surrounding ground.

The next moment, a ray of light invisible to the naked eye, which was made up of a huge amount of knowledge, suddenly emerged and quickly gathered around, reuniting Bernadette's figure.

Bernadette glanced at the Headless Horseman and the clusters of light with extraordinary characteristics scattered around him, then directly withdrew her gaze and looked forward.

Pieces of bright starlight gush out from the depths of the spiritual world and gather around them, forming a series of faint blue gates covered with many mysterious symbols.

A faint blue light flashed, and the figures of Renekton and Plak appeared here.

"Long time no see, Ms. Bernadette!"

"Thank you very much for your help just now."

Renekton chuckled and nodded to Bernadette, saying hello and thanking her for her action just now.

"That mysterious queen on the sea? Have you been promoted to an angel? What happened tonight will definitely attract the attention of major churches. The news of your promotion to an angel may spread throughout the world tomorrow."

Plaque looked at Bernadette with some surprise. He had no idea that the lady who had just attacked was actually the mysterious queen of the sea, and that she had obviously been promoted to an angel and had become a true being at the top of the world.

"This has no impact. The news of my promotion cannot be hidden for long."

Bernadette responded in a low voice, then turned her head to look at Renekton, her eyes became a little more focused, and she said in an unusually calm voice:

"The letter I received, and the 'Witch' card."

She deliberately emphasized the word "witch" and stared at Renekton without blinking, as if she wanted to tell whether the other party had given this blasphemous card to her on purpose.

The only Wheel of Fortune card she holds is the only one among the twenty-two blasphemous cards that does not have a human image. Before that, she did not know that each of the blasphemous cards was an image of her father in different costumes, and rashly Seeing Emperor Russell on the witch card made her feel a little complicated.

After a moment of pause, she continued:

"Originally I didn't plan to come here, but not long ago I received some kind of revelation and received a prophecy."

"I'm very curious about why the Hidden Sage takes the initiative to influence the extraordinary people on this path. He generally has little sense of existence except when knowledge drives people away."

"What did you gain?" Renekton tried his best to control his expression, and asked calmly and curiously.

Bernadette looked at Renekton calmly, then looked away, looking at the red moon hanging high in the sky, and said in a leisurely tone:

"Yes and no."

"Ever since I became an angel, I have always been able to feel the changes in the Hidden Sage, the secret and subtle changes. When I understood this change, I got more doubts."

There was a slight pause in her words, and then she continued:

"I just noticed some movements in the star realm through some subtle changes. The Seven Gods are far from being as united as the major churches show. Of course, they are not so hostile to each other. They are tolerant and restrained, and they treat each other with restraint. It’s like a delicate chess game, maintaining a delicate yet fragile balance.”

"Tonight's events should have a deep relationship with you, right? But the subsequent development is obviously beyond your expectations, especially those things that finally burst out of the mutated 'Summoning Gate'."

"What do you know about it?"

While speaking, Bernadette raised her left hand slightly. A shining transparent amber floated quietly in the palm of her hand. In the center of the amber, there was a gray-black mist flowing continuously. It was like order and shadow. , indescribable and difficult to describe.

Uncertain fog? After seeing what was in Bernadette's palm, a name popped up in Renekton's mind uncontrollably.

"It gives me the feeling that it is very similar to the lantern. With the knowledge you have shown, you should know something about the wishing lantern, even if this knowledge can be considered secret."

"Perhaps this is the privilege of those blessed by 'knowledge'"

Bernadette muttered to herself as if sighing, but her eyes did not stay on Renekton, as if she didn't care about his reaction. She already had her own guess about this.

After a brief moment of silence, Renekton raised his lips and prepared to answer Bernadette's question. Before he could speak, he heard Bernadette suddenly change the subject:

"You gave me that witch card on purpose, right? For what? Is it related to the original witch? Or is it just... um... bad taste?"

"My father used to have this habit, before it became a stranger to him."

"You have a lot in common. Is this his, or some kind of shared secret between you?"

"." Renekton swallowed the words he originally wanted to say back into his mouth, and for a moment he didn't know what expression to use to face Bernadette's question.

It always felt like she had investigated a lot during this period, and I thought she would be eager to find the primitive island where Russell's last tomb was located.

Bernadette withdrew her distant gaze, looked at Renekton with some amusement and inquiry and said:

"You seem to be more expecting me to find the answers to these questions myself, or to wait until the right time for me to ask him personally?"

"It would be more appropriate for him to tell you these things himself. Although I don't mind telling you this, if I really do this, your old father will probably crawl out of the grave and beat me up in anger!"

Renekton responded with a joking chuckle, and then he turned his attention to the gray-black mist sealed in transparent amber in Bernadette's hand.

"Heh." Feeling Renekton's gaze, Bernadette chuckled. In the surrounding air, cold and indifferent eyes condensed by starlight emerged. They were large or small, densely packed, and connected into a dazzling array. And the strange sea of ​​stars.

The crimson moonlight instantly became dim, and the cold wind that was blowing slightly disappeared. The dim and deep mist filled the surroundings, like a frozen scene, making it appear extremely quiet and quiet.

Renekton looked around intently and found that all connections between this space and the astral world, the spiritual world, and even reality were cut off.

At this level of secrecy, she should have analyzed the extraordinary ability of the high sequence of the Night Path. She sighed in her heart. He turned his head to look at the thing in Bernadette's hand and said in a calm tone:

"It comes from the starry sky and should be the power of the Uncertain Mist, which is the remaining part of the Djinn."

"Those streams of light that rush out from the summoning door should all belong to the power that the gods from the stars have put into the world. They are different from the existing twenty-two paths to gods, and they should be fairly easy to identify."

"My intuition tells me that they have not been completely intercepted. If you can, please help me pay attention to the unusual forces and events in the future. If these guys are allowed to run wild, the destined doom may come earlier."

"Okay." Bernadette nodded slightly in response.

The bright and indifferent eyes around them suddenly retracted, the originally dim crimson moonlight became clear again, and the stagnant cold wind began to blow again.

"Have you finished chatting?" Plak looked at Renekton and Bernadette who reappeared and asked with a chuckle, not minding that he was isolated just now.

Renekton turned his head and nodded gently towards Prak, and then looked at Bernadette, only to see that her eyes had become extremely dark and blurry, and she had obviously lost focus.

prophecy? Active prophecy? Or feel something?

As his thoughts floated, he heard Bernadette's plain voice:

"Changes will start from here, and light and shadow will cover the northern and southern continents. This is a change of the times, a history engraved in the future!"