Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

The dark-colored strip of cloth with a bit of bark texture rotted in Renekton's hands, turning into fragments and falling. As it fell, it shattered into finer powder and dissipated in the wind.

Renekton lowered his eyes, his mood was very reserved, and murmured in a voice that only he could hear:

"Is this your last obsession?"

"It's been too long, and the spirituality has almost been lost. No more information can be divined."

"His characteristics disappeared. After precipitating, he was eaten by monsters in the dark, or did he activate into a monster and leave here?"

Sighing, Renekton turned his left wrist slightly. The abnormal gravity around him suddenly disappeared, and the twisted tree that had been lifted into the air crashed to the ground.

He looked deeply at the endless woods. Under the silvery electric light, the more he looked closely, the more sinister he could feel the woods.

Withdrawing his gaze, Renekton turned around and took two steps behind him. In the process, his body quickly became transparent and disintegrated into fine pieces of bright star sand. The light blue light flashed into the sky and rushed to the other side of the forest. aside.

On Tuscat Island, Anderson, who left the Future, and Klein, who transformed into Gehrman Sparrow, found a hotel nearby to stay.

After Anderson opened the door and entered his room with the key, he seemed to have finally lifted a heavy burden and threw himself directly into the easy chair beside him.

After lying quietly for a moment, he suddenly felt a little thirsty. He slowly stood up and poured himself a cup of hot water.

While drinking water, he thought about what he would do next:

Go have a drink, a normal drink, not the spiked ones on the Future! I also need some generous pirates to contribute some gold pounds for me!

cough!cough!cough!

Anderson suddenly coughed violently, and the glass in his hand slipped straight away and fell to the floor, breaking into pieces. The other hand grabbed his throat, as if he couldn't breathe.

cough! Cough. He coughed harder and harder, his whole face was swollen and purple, and his voice gradually became weak.

Then, the redness in his eyes flowed, as if they were about to burst into flames, and the veins on the back of his hands squirmed like worms. This was a sign of losing control!

boom!

Anderson seemed to have lost his strength and fell heavily to the ground. His body twitched a few times, and then he lost movement and even stopped breathing.

Ten seconds later, Anderson, who looked like a corpse, suddenly straightened his back, rolled over from the ground and sat up, touching his face with lingering fear.

".I almost choked to death because I drank water!"

"Fortunately. Otherwise, I would have become the hunter with the funniest cause of death. Is this why the most deadly dangers are often hidden in the most ordinary life? That guy was not threatening me!"

"Fortunately. Before entering that sea area, I spent a lot of money to buy a stand-in doll."

While talking, Anderson took out a doll made of straw from the lining of his vest, with two eyes, a nose, and a mouth crudely drawn on it with ink.

The doll had been corroded and was dripping black liquid drop by drop. In less than ten seconds, it completely melted into a puddle of dark liquid and lay quietly on the floor.

"After leaving that sea area, my bad luck became more severe."

"No, we can't delay it any longer. We must resolve this bad luck as soon as possible, otherwise I won't even dare to drink water in the future."

After muttering a few words to himself in a low voice, Anderson ignored his current state and simply sat cross-legged on the ground, lowered his head, closed his eyes, clasped his hands in front of his mouth and nose, in a posture of pious prayer:

"The essence of knowledge, the source of mysteries, the glory of civilization, the great 'Unknown God', you are the keeper of truth."

"Your faithful followers pray to you for a solution to your misfortune."

Anderson repeated his prayer several times in ancient Hermetic, but still received no response. He stood up from the ground in frustration, wondering whether he should try again with another honorable name now.

According to my past experience, after an outbreak of misfortune, I will not be too unlucky in the next two or three days. I just experienced choking on drinking water, and I should not be punished by God for not being pious enough.

After making up his mind, Anderson changed places and began to pray again:

"You are a fool who does not belong to this era. You are the mysterious master above the gray fog. You are the yellow and black king who controls good luck."

"Your faithful followers pray to you for a solution to your misfortune."

Above the gray fog, Klein was sitting in the high-backed chair belonging to "The Fool". Looking at the picture stretched out through the crimson stars in front of him, he had the urge to strike down a bolt of lightning and shut him up completely.

He leaned back and leaned on the high-backed chair. He glanced at the high-end items placed on the table and murmured in a low voice:

"None of these things involve the field of destiny, and I am just an empty shell of the Fool. It is not within my ability to solve problems like misfortune for others. If this guy dies unluckily, he might be able to give me some points. equipment."

"No, with Anderson's character, he wouldn't pray to me so suddenly under normal circumstances. He had plenty of opportunities to pray when he was on board the Future, but now he just encountered another bad luck? And it was fatal. That kind of thing, I didn’t notice any movement, it should be a very common and trivial thing.”

"Ignore him for now, wait until I find a chance to ask Will Asceptin or Arrodes."

After making his decision, Klein planned to cut off contact and leave above the gray mist. As soon as he raised his hand, his movement suddenly stopped.

With Anderson's character, in order to ensure his own safety, he will most likely pester me when bad luck strikes him. It is safer to have a Sequence Five Beyonder by his side than to be alone. Even if I have Probably one of the dangers he encountered.

It's really troublesome. The strongest hunter has an unclear relationship with the Church of Knowledge, so he can be regarded as a good resource and connection.

As his thoughts floated, his spirituality spread out, wrapping around the crimson star that represented Anderson, and pulled the other party into the space above the gray fog.

The crimson light burst out suddenly, then retracted instantly, condensing into a young man wearing a white shirt, a black vest and brown wide-leg trousers. His short golden hair was parted in threes and sevens, and there was a hint of green in his eyes. Somewhat confused.

Where he couldn't see, a red flame pattern that seemed to be soaked in rust and blood, composed of sword blades, spearheads, bows and arrows, and many weapons slowly emerged.

Is this a sign of the Hunter path?

Klein glanced at Anderson, who had not yet recovered, and tapped the edge of the table twice with his fingers, making a clicking sound, and then said in a leisurely tone:

"Why did you become infected with a little bit of the power left behind by Ourolius?"

"Huh?" Anderson was stunned for a moment, then quickly recovered, and looked at the figure shrouded in gray mist at the top of the mottled long table with a heavy expression. He quickly lowered his head again, looking at it only from the corner of his eye. around.

It was mentioned in many classics he had read: Gods cannot be looked directly at.

Even if the other party is not a true god, it is not much different. It makes no difference to me anyway.

While gathering his thoughts, Anderson told the story of what he encountered in the temple in the ruins of the God War in a respectful tone.

At the end, he smiled self-deprecatingly and said:

"I almost choked to death just because I drank a glass of water. If I hadn't spent a lot of money to buy a life-saving substitute doll, I would be a corpse now extracting extraordinary characteristics."

After a pause, he asked with a cautious tone:

"Excuse me, can I get a way to relieve my bad luck from you? If so, what price do I need to pay?"

Klein, who was sitting on the high-backed chair, did not make any movement, as if he didn't care about the problem, and chuckled:

"I follow the principle of equal exchange, but you can't provide me with a satisfactory reward now."

After a pause, he continued before Anderson spoke eagerly:

“There is a regular meetup here where you can ask for help from those who are there and one of them will be able to solve your problem.”

"Party?" Anderson raised his head and looked around in surprise.

It does look like people come here often, but... in a place like this, in the presence of a great being, a party is held regularly? Isn’t this too bold and a little too exciting!

Anderson restrained his divergent thoughts, lowered his head, and said in a more respectful tone:

"Excuse me, can I join the party here?"

"I am a treasure hunter active in the Sea of ​​Mist. I have been to many places and discovered many treasures. I have a broad experience and have my own connections in the extraordinary world."

This guy's state is completely different from the people I pulled into the gray fog for the first time. Although his attitude is very respectful, he is not silent at all because of caution. He talks so much that he seems to be gossiping with others.

Moreover, is a hunter’s connections really not on the enemy list?

Klein complained a few words in his mind. When Anderson fell silent and his expression changed from indifferent to uneasy, he slowly said:

"Oh, sure, they use tarot cards as codes. You can also choose one for yourself. I have eliminated the duplicate ones."

While speaking, he shook his fingers slightly, and a pair of exquisite tarot cards appeared out of thin air, surrounding Anderson and standing in the air.

Anderson looked at the tarot cards floating next to him and couldn't help but murmured in a low voice:

"'Emperor'. Isn't this a bit too arrogant? Well, there is no 'sun'? It seems that there is no 'world'. Then just 'chariot'."

"I choose Zhang, the 'chariot' that overcomes obstacles and achieves victory."