Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 471 Secret Asylum (page 12)

Triss frowned slightly. As a former instigator, she was very keen on language and could detect that Renekton preferred the "Learned One" for her.

Is a hidden existence that has never been heard of, an identity created by some good god or evil god in order to erode the hidden authority? God of knowledge and wisdom? Or a hidden sage?

After pondering for a moment, she gathered her thoughts and asked curiously:

"Isn't the highest position in the secret-peeping path the hidden sage believed in by the Moss Ascetic Order? Or is the 'knowledgeable one' his incarnation?"

"Should we say that He is the incarnation of the 'Learned One' and needs to listen to our Lord's sermons?"

Renekton smiled and shook his head, correcting Triss's words in a calm tone.

Triss stared at Renekton in a daze, stepped back slightly, and said with a hint of vigilance in her eyes:

"Aren't you from the Church of Knowledge?"

"These two identities are not in conflict." Renekton responded with a chuckle.

As he spoke, the starlight outside the floor-to-ceiling window suddenly became brighter, and bits of starlight scattered into the room, reflecting a gorgeous galaxy.

The crystal ball he was holding on his left hand instantly became gleaming, and the gravity in the room became abnormal and began to move closer to the starry sky.

"trouble."

After muttering in a low voice, Renekton gently rubbed his right hand, summoning an invisible servant, and took the colorful and twisted oil painting from its hand.

With the continuous infusion of spirituality, the vortex-like light groups on the oil painting seemed to suddenly come to life, constantly enlarging, and overlapping with the surrounding space.

The urging galaxy that was originally reflected in the room instantly became distorted, pulled into blue lines, twisted and shrunk into threads of different sizes. The surrounding space was rapidly thinning, gradually losing its "height" and turning into a mass of threads. A flat watercolor painting with no thickness.

The bright and twisted starry sky and Red Rose Manor disappeared in an instant, and the hotel room became dim again. Only some dim light shined through the painted oriel windows, preventing the room from being completely dark.

"The impact at night is greater than I expected. Is it a coincidence, or is it because of something special about me?"

Renekton looked at the tarnished and hazy crystal ball in his hand and whispered to himself, then handed it to the invisible servant behind him.

Snapped! The clear snap of fingers echoed in the room, and a bright, bright and pure light emerged from nothingness, illuminating the room of the cheap hotel.

The sudden appearance of light made Triss squint her eyes in discomfort. After it calmed down a little, her eyes subconsciously fell on the abstract and distorted starry sky oil painting held by Renekton. There is some subtle and strong danger in this oil painting.

Sensing Triss' gaze, Renekton chuckled, raised the oil painting in his hand and said with a smile:

"Sorry, the magical item was a little out of control just now, but it has been resolved."

"It's called 'Van Gogh's Starry Sky'. It's a somewhat special magical item. It has extraordinary abilities that are different from the twenty-two paths to God. If divided according to the sequence of paths, it is almost equivalent to a sequence four magical item."

"Who is Van Gogh?" Triss nodded casually and asked a question.

"Well, a painter. A long time ago, he was a famous painter."

Renekton was stunned for a moment. He had no idea that Triss's focus was on Van Gogh, rather than the painting itself.

Triss nodded slightly and looked around the old room. The only wooden chair was already occupied by Renekton. She didn't care about her image as a lady at all, and sat carelessly on the chair with only one mirror and A double wooden box on a humble dresser.

She didn't have any jewelry or makeup on her body. She wore a men's shirt loosely on her upper body, paired with a pair of pale brown linen trousers, which had some unspeakable visual impact and allure.

Renekton suddenly felt that his throat was a little dry. He turned his head slightly and shifted his gaze to the painted bay window. He warned himself over and over again in his heart: The other party is a man, so he cannot approach him.

"Ha" Triss chuckled with unknown meaning. She just glanced at Renekton and retracted the thread. She leaned back slightly against the wall, tugged the corner of her mouth and said with a smile:

"What was it you wanted to say before you were interrupted?"

Renekton sat lazily on the wooden chair, rolled up the oil painting in his hand and said:

"Which existence are you going to seek secret asylum from? None of their help will be free."

"The original witch wants your body, your mind, and your soul. The goddess of the night may not care about you. The greater chance is to throw you directly behind Charles Gate. Mr. Gate has only one condition: to help him return to this world. , 'The Fool' follows the principle of equivalent exchange, but what you have done is not among the people He has redeemed."

Triss listened calmly to Renekton's narration, and said with no expression on her face: "Where is the Knowledgeable One? What price will it cost?"

After turning the rolled-up oil painting in his hand a few times, Renekton stood up from the wooden chair and said like a devout and fanatical believer:

“Spread knowledge to the creatures of this world, guide them on the path of exploring the mysteries, and secretly proclaim His name.”

"This is what you are doing, but the degree is different. You will need to do these things more closely in the future, and the secret asylum is to pay you in advance."

Triss hesitated for a moment, then quickly thought of the things Renekton asked her to do in Backlund. She glanced at Renekton inexplicably and said:

“Finding, wooing and investing in those inventors?”

"You don't have to give so many choices just now. The only one I can really choose is this one."

“It’s basic courtesy to lay out all the options and let people make their own choices.”

Renekton calmly defended his behavior just now.

"Ha" Triss chuckled slightly mockingly, then jumped off the dressing table, walked to the oriel window, and pushed open the closed window.

The cold wind of woo~woo~ rushed into the room instantly, blowing her hair and the men's shirt on her body, and there was a trace of unconcealable sadness on her calm face.

After remaining silent in front of the window for a while, she spoke in a hoarse voice:

"What is the name that points to the 'Learned One'? And, how should I pray to Him and spread His name?"

"The essence of knowledge, the source of mystery, the glory of civilization, and the persistence of truth."

"You can just pick three sentences from them. As for praying and spreading His name, just do it as you see fit. He doesn't really care about these."

While speaking, Renekton's body was constantly flashing with bright starlight. By the time he finished speaking, he had turned into a statue made of countless starlights. The statue shattered instantly and turned into dots of bright starlight that surged and dispersed. It gets into those tiny gaps in the walls and floors and quickly disappears.

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