Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Renekton glanced at Amon, who was already pouring his own drink. He sighed helplessly in his heart, and then ignored him. Fortunately, I really only threw some sundries in there, otherwise they would have been stolen. No, it has been stolen.

Amon leaned on the sofa, with a slight curvature at the corner of his mouth, while tasting Sonia blood wine, he said:

"Why did you appear in this city? For the legacy of the 'Secret Angel'?"

Renekton kept moving his hands, but turned his head slightly and glanced at Amon, who was resting aside, and asked:

"accidental."

"What's so special about this city? Who is that secret angel?"

Amon habitually raised his hand to pinch the monocle in his eye socket, looked at the distance in the deep darkness outside the window, and quickly withdrew his gaze and said:

"Did he use the aggregation effect between extraordinary characteristics? Or was it the information that the madman revealed to you? It seems that his condition is indeed improving."

"This city is called Saixiting. It was also called the country of craftsmen. Before the great catastrophe, it was the birthplace of the mechanical field in the entire Eastern Continent. Because they are good at creating magical items, they can continue in the cracks of many races."

"It wasn't until my father ended the age of the ancient gods that the leader here became the 'Secret Angel' under my father. However, the old guy was a little unlucky. He had been following my father for thousands of years and he had not been able to digest the 'civilized enlightener' in him. Potion, I finally found some clues to digest the potion, but it was ruined by the steam at that time."

It was indeed a bit unlucky. He commented in his mind, and Renekton asked aloud:

"So, His so-called legacy is the back-up for his own resurrection? It seems that it didn't succeed. Steam shouldn't have the energy to interfere with Him?"

Amon chuckled disdainfully and said:

"He is simply too unlucky. Just like that little snake, it has been in the Dice of Probability for thousands of years and has not been able to accommodate it. In the end, you picked it up."

Renekton nodded expressionlessly, then asked:

"Why are you telling me this? It won't do you any good if I get the inheritance of that secret angel?"

Amon twitched the corners of his lips and said in a nonchalant tone:

"But it doesn't do any harm to me, does it?"

"Anyway, I'm giving someone else's things as a favor, and I can win over you. This is very appropriate."

"That's reasonable. This is very stealing!" Renekton nodded calmly and commented.

After pouring all the prepared base ingredients into the pot and flipping it randomly twice, Renekton suddenly turned his head to look at Amon, who was leisurely leaning on the sofa and said:

"Can you steal time in small amounts and many times to achieve the purpose of speeding up time? It takes some time to stir-fry the base ingredients."

Amon raised his head slightly, a flash of emotion flashed in his eyes, then twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Okay."

He curiously looked at the iron pot full of dark red things, pinched the monocle with his right hand, and an imperceptible pale white light slipped by. Renekton instantly felt that the smell of hot pot base filling the air became richer. some.

Although many of the ingredients are the same, it seems to be okay. With his thoughts turning, Renekton stirred repeatedly in the pot with a spoon.

Amon stole some time from time to time and completed several hours of work in less than a minute.

Renekton raised his hand and stopped Amon from continuing to steal time:

"That's enough, the ability of 'Stealer' is really convenient."

While speaking, he used the magic ability of the water domain to create water and poured it into the iron pot.

Amon raised the tip of his nose slightly, and the spicy smell in the air made him frown and said:

"Are you sure this is food? Although it is indeed not poisonous, it doesn't look delicious at all."

"Try it and then make an evaluation. Although it lacks a lot of raw materials, I have collected almost all the spices that can replace it over the years."

While speaking, Renekton gently rubbed his fingers together, creating dots of golden light, which were submerged into the iron pot with a burning sensation. The originally calm hot pot instantly began to boil.

Renekton immediately stopped and poured down the beef and fish prepared on the table.

Then he turned to greet Amon and said:

"Okay, you can eat it when the meat is cooked. The ingredients are not enough and there is no oil dish. I will treat you to a more complete hot pot meal after leaving the God's Forsaken Land."

Amon took off the monocle from his right eye, pinched it, and said with a playful smile:

"I probably know why you described the three of Medici as hotpots. I will share this good news with him, no, them, next time we meet."

Renekton continued what Amon said: "Do I need to prepare a bottle of Provocateur's potion in advance?"

Amon paused for a moment, then laughed loudly:

"Hahaha, you are really interesting. If you could come to this world earlier, I wouldn't be so boring."

Renekton nodded noncommittally and said, "It's a pity that even the Earth Mother Goddess cannot completely determine the birth of a life."

Amon asked with great interest:

"It seems that you don't really agree with the teachings of Mother Earth, so what is your point of view?"

Renekton took out a piece of cooked beef from the re-boiled soup pot and tried the taste. After confirming that there was no problem, he nodded lightly towards Amon and answered the question just now:

"The body is just the shell, the soul is the essence."

"I quite agree with the Moss Trappist Order's long-standing pursuit of enriching oneself with knowledge and pursuing the freedom and liberation of the soul."

Amon imitated Renekton's movements and picked up a piece of meat and tasted it. His frown relaxed a little, and he quickly chewed and swallowed the piece of meat in his mouth.

"Not bad." After commenting, he took out a few more pieces of meat from the pot.

It wasn't until he tasted every type of meat put in the pot that he continued the topic:

"Interesting interpretation, the body is just the shell, the soul is the essence"

After a second's pause, he changed the subject and said:

"So, you have changed your body and come back as Renekton Soth?"

"Who were you? Al Tynes?"

Renekton was stunned for a moment, and Amon's topic changed unexpectedly.

After a pause, he chuckled and said:

"Of course not. Why would you think so? I'm not an 'audience'."

Amon said without raising his head:

"But you have a separate identity that relies on the ability of a high-sequence 'audience', don't you?"

While Renekton restrained himself from letting Amon steal too many ideas and important information, he defended himself:

"Do I just look like such a bad old man?"

"The existence of that clone also relies on the specialness of the 'White Tower' path. He can use 'simulation' to let himself have some characteristics of the 'Audience' path, so that he can always exist."

Amon stopped talking and concentrated on eating the hot pot, adding some of his favorite dishes to the pot from time to time.

The two of them ate the hot pot in silence after that. From time to time, Renekton's comments on various ingredients and the improvement plan for the hot pot flashed through his mind, constantly distracting himself to avoid being inadvertently stolen by Amon.

It wasn't until both of them had eaten all the food on the table that they put down their chopsticks. Renekton leaned back and leaned against the back of the chair. He stretched his right hand forward. Starlight fell down around him, and stars appeared one after another. When it came out, it was densely packed and dazzling.

These stars shed bright rays of light one after another, covering the entire hall. Under the starlight, the smell of hot pot in the air completely disappeared, and the remaining soup base in the iron pot also disintegrated and disappeared under the starlight.

As the starlight dissipated, the shadows in the backlight on the ground instantly came to life, flowing continuously and rising like water, instantly swallowing the tables, chairs and the iron pot in the middle.

Then it dripped onto the floor as if it had been dissolved, dissipating into nothingness.

Amon, who was sitting on the wooden chair just now, suddenly disappeared. The next moment, he appeared directly on the sofa beside him, leaning back with his right leg raised. He had a sense of sleepiness after having had enough wine and food.

Glancing at the leisurely Amon, Renekton walked straight to the sofa next to him and sat down, and suddenly said:

"Do you know what's going on in this city?"

Amon kept his posture without moving, and said in a calm voice: "I know, is this your reward for treating me to hot pot?"

After a moment of silence, Renekton nodded and said, "Forget it."

Amon organized his speech and said:

"After the cataclysm, the Eastern Continent was shrouded in dangerous darkness. The humans left here made many attempts to survive."

"Some are trying to escape from this continent, and some are trying to change themselves to adapt to the environment here."

"As a former country of craftsmen, the people here have extremely high attainments in various technologies. They want to abandon human flesh and blood, transform themselves into mechanical dolls, and build this city into a composite Magical items belonging to their 'City of Dolls'."

"But it's a pity that the catastrophe had an impact on all aspects, including the materials they used to make the dolls. Not surprisingly, they all went crazy, and the dolls destroyed the living creatures in the city. Kill them all, and then return to your post as if nothing had happened, entering an eternal, repetitive routine in a false world."

Renekton listened calmly. Amon's story was not much different from his previous guess.

After Amon finished speaking, he asked again:

"The materials used to make the dolls are contaminated, couldn't they find out? What is this false world?"

"Of course they discovered it, but what's the use? The entire continent was affected. The little material they stored was simply not enough. They could only use the contaminated materials in small amounts many times, accumulating bit by bit like crazy, and working hard Find solutions before problems arise.”

"As for the false world, they used the legacy of the 'Secret Angel' to create a world composed of pure information, invested their own consciousness into it, and established a new Scythia."

"Unfortunately, when there is a problem with the doll, there is also a problem with the information world."