Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

After communicating with Klein for a while, Renekton stood up and walked to the cabin. He planned to go to Bernadette to ask about the dream behind the door deep in the temple.

As soon as he walked out of the stairwell, he saw Cattleya who was hesitating at the door with her right hand raised but never knocked. She seemed to be still hesitating whether to knock or not.

When she noticed the footsteps coming from the stairwell behind her, she turned around in surprise. Seeing that the person coming was Renekton, she seemed relieved and then looked away.

When Renekton came closer, he looked at her, then raised his hand over her and knocked on the door.

Boom! Boom! There was a knock on the door, but there was no response from the room.

Cattleya looked slightly disappointed as she looked at the room in front of her that had no response at all.

After a slight pause, she asked: "Why are you here?"

"There are some things I want to ask." As he spoke, Renekton reached out and twisted the handle of the door.

Click!

The door was pushed open, and Renekton turned sideways, indicating that he could go in.

Cattleya stood at the door and looked inside. Apart from some idle fishing nets, harpoons, canvas and other tools, there was nothing extra in the room, and there was no figure standing by the window.

Seeing that Cattleya didn't move, Renekton took the lead and walked into the room. At the same time, he said, "In my hometown, silence usually means acquiescence."

"Acquiesce?" Cattleya murmured and walked into the room.

Thick green vines suddenly hung down from above their heads, covering the surrounding area like a heavy rain. They intertwined and intertwined, quickly forming a forest, with layers upon layers, with no edges visible at all.

In the middle of the green forest, Bernadette was wearing an olive green dress and an old-fashioned black soft hat. The fine gauze hung down to cover her face. She sat quietly at a desk, with a There is an unclosed book.

She looked at Renekton and Cattleya with interest, and said with a little doubt in her tone:

"In Feneport, does not speaking mean acquiescence?"

"No, this is just a custom in a small place." Renekton explained awkwardly with a smile.

Bernadette did not dwell on this issue, her eyes fell on Renekton, and she said calmly:

"Your mental state has recovered very well, better than I expected. You seem to have prepared a certain number of anchors for yourself?"

"It's just some necessary preparations." Renekton admitted the problem frankly, paused briefly, and continued: "I want to know some information from you about the dream left behind by the ancient Sun God deep in the temple. "

Bernadette didn't seem surprised by Renekton's question. She nodded calmly and then asked:

"Are you looking for a way to enter the God-Forsaken Land? Is there something there that attracts you? Or, is there something there that attracts the Hidden Sage?"

"With the help of the seal left by the seven gods, the connection between the sage and me can be hidden there, ensuring that I will not be assimilated by him the moment I am promoted."

Renekton briefly stated his plan, but also withheld some of it.

Bernadette nodded gently and was silent for a brief moment, as if she was thinking about something. After a while, she spoke:

"The essence of the ceremony to be promoted to 'Sage' is to establish a certain connection with information that has a distinct imprint in the spiritual world, involves a very high level and is extremely solid, to ensure that oneself will not be washed away by other information in a short period of time, and to help those who are promoted Preliminarily stabilize your own consciousness, and gradually gather the torrent of divergent and diluted ontological information."

"The True Creator is isolated in the God-Forsaken Land. He can meet the ritual requirements, but as the true God in charge of the Fallen Realm, you need to be careful not to be affected by Him."

Renekton nodded seriously. He did not explain that his promotion did not require the assistance of the ritual, which would cause unnecessary suspicion in the other party.

After asking Bernadette about the dream of the ancient sun god before his death, he said goodbye and was sent away by Bernadette from this forest intertwined with countless pea vines.

After Renekton's figure disappeared, the hidden emotions in Cattleya's eyes were revealed.

She looked at Bernadette sitting opposite with a complicated expression, pursed her lips tightly, and originally wanted to say, "Why didn't you show up when you were clearly on the ship?", but what she said became:

"Did you take action when you encountered the 'Suicide Number'?"

Bernadette nodded lightly and said, "Yes, you handled the things on the ship very well. You don't need me to show up to help."

"Yes" Cattleya opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say.

On the other side, on the deck of the "Future", Renekton had just stepped out of the cabin when he saw Frank standing aside with a shocked and confused expression.

Following his gaze, Renekton looked at the deck of the "Future". Amidst Frank's knocking sound, the gap between the decks suddenly widened, and a milky white liquid spurted out, covering Frank's face.

Frank subconsciously licked the liquid on the corner of his mouth. His expression changed from blank to surprised, and he couldn't help shouting:

"'Future' is producing milk! It's producing milk!"

His voice attracted the attention of the surrounding pirates. Everyone looked over in surprise, and the expressions on their faces became strange and frightened.

At the same time, the rows of artillery sandwiched on both sides of the ship also changed. The muzzles that were supposed to fire cannonballs actually flowed out streams of milky white liquid, tilting straight to the sea below.

The pirates on the edge of the ship quickly noticed these changes. They pointed to the position of the artillery below in horror:

"The muzzle of the cannon, the muzzle of the cannon is also spitting milk!"

Fortunately, the "Future" was not a ghost ship, otherwise Frank would have been thrown directly off the ship. The corner of Renekton's mouth twitched, and the deep blue glow in his eyes flowed, and his eyes glanced back and forth on the Future.

Noticing the changes on the ship, Klein, who rushed over quickly, looked at Frank seriously and asked:

"After the Future is infected, will they then infect people on the ship?"

Frank thought about it seriously and said, "Theoretically, yes."

Bang!

Before he could finish his words, he was kicked to the side by a figure that suddenly rushed towards him. The flower-sprinkling girl on the deck did somersaults several times, knocking out puddles of white milk.

Nina, who was wearing a linen shirt and dark blue jacket, looked at Frank angrily, her chest rising and falling due to the violent movements just now.

Without giving Frank time to react, as soon as she stood upright, she cursed angrily:

"What the hell are you working on! Do you think my breasts aren't big enough?"

"Deal with them quickly!"

"Okay." Frank patted his butt and stood up from the deck.

He took out a bottle of dark green powder from his arms, grabbed a large handful, and sprinkled the powder around while reciting a giant mantra.

"Wait a minute." Before Renekton could say anything, Frank had already completed the spell casting action.

As soon as the dark green powder touched the deck, green vines immediately sprouted. These vines grew crazily and quickly absorbed the milk on the "Future" and the things that make the milk.