Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

In a room on the second floor of a hotel on Toscat Island, Anderson, who was lying on an easy chair with his eyes closed, suddenly straightened his back and stood up.

He looked around the room, then walked to the full-length mirror and looked at himself carefully. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he felt relieved.

After pouring himself a glass of hot water, Anderson sat back on the easy chair and began to review the party just now:

"This party is different from what I thought. Although there are a few guys that I can't see clearly, most of the members are not very high-ranked, and their pathways don't seem to be uniform. This shows that they themselves They are in different forces, or the 'Fool' has mastered many sequence pathways."

"In addition to normal transactions, the knowledge they discussed about the King of Angels and the Land Abandoned by Gods was a bit high-end. It was not at all like the issues that their group should discuss. Even I couldn't understand many of the words."

"When I said 'Angel of Destiny' Ouroleus, the surprise and curiosity they showed seemed to be more about how I came into contact with this, rather than the information itself."

"Also, how does that 'world' plan to contact me? I hope he didn't lie to me."

Boom!Boom!Boom!

There was a sudden knock on the door of the room. Anderson looked sideways in confusion and shouted, "Who is it?"

"Me." Gehrman Sparrow's cold voice came from outside the door.

Anderson reached out and rubbed the side of his face, feeling a little unreal. What does Gehrman Sparrow want from me?

Although he was confused, he still opened the door and saw Gehrman Sparrow standing in front of his door wearing a white shirt and black vest.

Anderson looked Klein up and down and said, "What can I do for you?"

Klein's voice was calm and he said without any fluctuation in tone: "The transaction just now."

"Trade? What was the deal just now?" Anderson asked doubtfully.

Klein maintained his character and did not give an explanation. He just gave a calm order:

"You go buy two tickets to Oravi Island, and I will take you to the demigod of the 'destiny' path and ask him to cleanse you of the bad luck."

Anderson's eyes suddenly widened and he stared at Klein with disbelief:

"You, you are 'the world'?"

"do not forget."

Klein didn't explain much, just gave a simple warning, turned around and left.

Anderson looked at Klein's back and was stunned for a while before reacting. He immediately chased after him and shouted:

"Oh no, wait a minute, how do you know my identity?"

Without looking back, Klein pushed open the door to his room on the other side of the corridor, and then closed the door with a clang.

Outside the door, Anderson's mouth twitched, he raised his hand, and then took it back. He did not choose to knock on the door of Klein's room, but turned and returned to his room.

Gehrman Sparrow turned out to be the "world" in the Tarot Club. It was outrageous.

He clearly knew the way to relieve my bad luck, why did he wait until I announced the mission at the Tarot Club before choosing to help me? Wasn't this guy thinking about waiting for me to die after my misfortune broke out before he could pick up my attributes and magical items?

Hey, this crazy adventurer has such a dirty heart. Anderson complained as he put on his coat and prepared to go out and buy the fastest boat ticket.

In the place abandoned by the gods, in a house whose walls and roof were relatively intact, the forces of gravity and electromagnetism disturbed it, creating a half-truth and half-false illusion inside the house.

The originally dilapidated and decaying house instantly turned into a library with simple and gorgeous decorations. The bright yellow light shines through the stained glass, which seems incompatible with the surrounding darkness.

After the Tarot Club ended, Renekton sent "Until Death Do Us Part" above the gray mist through a sacrificial ceremony, and then Klein handed it over to Mr. Azik.

After finishing his work, he walked to the bookshelf nearby, took a book from it and flipped it in his hands.

As he turned the pages, words quickly appeared on the originally blank pages, and dots of silvery words quickly filled the entire book.

"Unfortunately, I can only transform the books I have read."

With a sigh, he moved forward and sat on the sofa nearby.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Renekton looked up in the direction of the door in shock, a deep blue glow flashing in his eyes.

Before he could respond, the door creaked and was pushed open from the outside. In the process, the sealing method he left on the door was not triggered at all.

A slender figure wearing a black classical robe and a pointed soft hat of the same color, with black curly hair, black eyes, a wide forehead and a thin face came into view.

He was playing with a crystal-carved monocle in his right hand. After a symbolic wave of greeting, he put the monocle on his right eye and looked at Renekton with a smile on his face:

"I found you again."

"Come in." After a moment of silence, Renekton said in a dry voice, "Come in."

Before Renekton spoke, Amon had already walked in with his legs raised. He said as he walked:

"You don't seem to welcome me very much. Unfortunately, I'm already here."

Renekton looked him up and down for a while. The deep blue and almost purple glow in his eyes flowed unabashedly, and one mysterious symbol after another was outlined in his eyes. His eyes quickly scanned every place in the environment. .

Amon chuckled twice, and then said:

"I didn't send a clone to invade your illusion. I even knocked on the door before coming in. This is very polite, isn't it?"

"As for whether I am a clone or my true body, you might as well try it out boldly, maybe you will be surprised."

Renekton lowered his eyes and withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, not hiding his inner complaints at all. Reward? Is there a Time Worm as a reward?

"If you like, it's not impossible." Amon replied with the same smile.

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There was another moment of silence. Renekton sorted out the thoughts in his mind and suddenly asked:

"Mr. Door has been exiled to the starry sky by the night and storm. What are you going to do? If he doesn't come back, you won't be able to get the uniqueness of the Door path and the properties of a Star Key."

Amon unceremoniously sat on the sofa next to Renekton and said leisurely:

"Hey, aren't there other people who can't get it?"

"Everyone needs a Master of Mysteries. Mr. Door is an indispensable material. They will be more anxious than me in the dark night. Even if they can't think about it and choose Mr. Door who has been contaminated, they still need to come back to complete the promotion ceremony. Isn’t it?”

Renekton raised his eyebrows and asked with a very interested expression:

"What is the promotion ceremony of 'Gate'?"

"Guess?" Amon raised his hand and adjusted the monocle in his right eye socket, showing a nasty smile.

Renekton paused for a moment, then spoke speechlessly:

"The way you look now makes me want to smash that monocle with a punch."

"'Door's' becoming a god is related to the night and the storm that banished Mr. Gate? When he returns, his becoming a god will be unstoppable?"

"Why do you have such an idea?" Amon stared at Renekton's face curiously for a moment. Suddenly, he seemed to have seen something interesting and couldn't help but chuckle:

"So the night is like this in your eyes. I have to say that you are quite accurate in judging people. Based on my understanding of Him, if there is a God of conspiracy, it must be Him."

"As for conspiracy, are you looking down on yourself too much? And there is also the strongest conspirator who is not dead yet."

Renekton said as he closed the book he was flipping in his hand.

Amon chuckled disdainfully as if he had heard a funny joke:

"The strongest conspirator? If he was really that smart and powerful, he wouldn't have been given the Red Priest's potion by me and that paranoid along with Sauron and Einhorn."

Renekton nodded and followed Amon's words:

"How many people can escape with the cooperation of you and Adam?"

"It's their fate to be stewed into hot pot."

"Hot pot?" Amon asked, pinching the monocle he was wearing with his right hand, looking like he was thinking rationally.

Renekton nodded and extended an invitation to Amon:

"A kind of food, do you want to try it? I just have the ingredients prepared."

"Of course." Amon nodded happily.

"Wait for me for a moment, it will take some time to prepare."

With that said, Renekton casually threw the closed book in his hand back to the bookshelf, and an invisible hand supported the book and placed it firmly back in its place.

Snapped!

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the crystal ball quietly embedded on the painted pillar suddenly burst out with a burst of bright light. After the light flashed, a square solid wood table and chairs appeared in the hall.

The shadows under his feet squirmed, as if they suddenly came to life, and surged up like water, quickly submerging the tables and chairs.

The shadow rose up and then quickly subsided, sinking into the ground, leaving only the ingredients neatly arranged on the table.

On the sofa nearby, Amon watched this scene with great interest. He grabbed it casually with his right hand in mid-air, and a bottle of Sunia blood wine appeared in his hand. In the other hand, he also held two bottles of blood wine. glass.

"Your collection isn't rich enough. Why don't you have Olmir red wine?"

"I see there is another broken painting, Things from the Starry Sky. Do you need me to help you repair it? Painting is also an area I am good at. I also painted a portrait of myself before, which was hung in Backlund's In the mausoleum, unfortunately, the mausoleum was vandalized not long ago, and the paintings were also taken away."

The movement of Renekton's hand paused for a moment, and then he said nonchalantly:

"Is this the instinct of you thieves?"

Amon had a smile on his lips and said in a leisurely and calm tone:

"It can be said that after all, thieves never steal. But I still don't like these things you just threw in the garbage pile. I can only blame you for putting them too conspicuously. I don't think I can even see them."

"...I have certain hidden attributes." Renekton defended himself.