Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

"Blessings from angels and above."

Colin's murmuring voice gradually became lower. If there were angels, Silver City wouldn't be so difficult.

After a moment of silence, he looked up at Renekton and said:

"The Sequence 2 of the Earth Path is called the 'Mother of Desolation'. The Extraordinaries of this sequence have mastered some of the authority over the realm of life. They can create plants that adapt to any extreme environment, and can also make life in a large area wither and rivers dry up. , the soil turned into a desert, and no more life was born.”

"Sequence Three is called 'Coffin Bearers'. They can use and even reverse the natural laws of birth, aging, illness and death to a certain extent. They can cause good or bad mutations in life and pass them on from generation to generation."

"Sequence Four are called 'Classical Alchemists', also known as 'Human Alchemists'. Their biggest feature is that they can complete the ultimate 'life refining' and create ordinary humans that can exist for a long time."

"In addition, they can also control extraordinary creatures with low intelligence, reduce their madness in a short period of time, create different dolls for fighting and various affairs, and make the surroundings full of life, whether plants or animals. , all can grow vigorously and reproduce quickly.”

Rekton nodded clearly, and under Colin's gaze, he asked:

"Is there a 'classical alchemist' or 'pallbearer' potion recipe?"

Colin nodded lightly and said, "We only have the 'Classical Alchemist's' potion formula."

He was not too surprised by this question and even took out a piece of tawny parchment from the drawer of the desk in front of him.

He threw the parchment rolled into a bundle in his hand towards Renekton and said:

"You should be an extraordinary person of the 'Peeper' path, right? Your eyes are very special."

"I plan to reorganize my exploration of Afternoon Town. I wonder if you have any suggestions."

Renekton raised his head slightly and looked at the ceiling above Colin's head. His eyes flickered and became extremely dark, resembling the surface of the sea before a storm, obviously losing focus and becoming a blur.

This state lasted for a few seconds, and his eyes became clear again.

He looked at Colin who was quietly waiting for his answer across the way, nodded slightly and said:

"There will be no dangers beyond expectations, and there will be no rewards beyond plans."

Colin stood up from the chair behind the desk and saluted: "I understand, thank you for the tip."

Renekton nodded expressionlessly. His body instantly became transparent, illusory, and turned into a pile of foam.

Under the illumination of candlelight, these bubbles reflected a dim yellow color, scattering in all directions and disappearing in an instant.

In the waters of the Rhoside Islands, in the lee of Simim Island.

Bits of brass-colored shimmer came out of the void and kept wandering in the air, outlining an illusory door connected by mysterious symbols.

The prophet's clone, wearing a light brown woolen coat, walked out of the illusory door. He was also holding a crystal ball with a layer of water mist inside, which Renekton obtained through the ritual of sacrifice and gift. Transferred from the land abandoned by God.

A demigod who needs to hide himself and does not yet carry powerful magical items, or he lacks understanding of the "Black Emperor" method. Although it is a bit risky to appear in the Rossed Sea, he can't help but want to enrich his collection.

Just like Klein likes to hunt pirates, he also likes to collect extraordinary attributes, especially high-sequence ones.

The prophet's clone stood on top of the towering stone wall, looking at the sailboat rising and falling in the deep sea below. On both sides of the sailboat, there was a white skull pattern wearing a single eye patch.

"'Crazy Captain' Connors's 'One-Eyed Skull', it seems I'm pretty lucky. Now is the right time. The existence of the Church of Storms not only puts pressure on me, but also on this military demigod."

After murmuring a few words in a low voice, he recited the honorable name of "The Fool" in an ancient Hermetic language.

"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck."

Klein responded quickly, almost as soon as he recited the honorable name, he responded.

Thick gray mist surged in the eyes of the prophet's clone. Soon, a tall angel carrying twelve pairs of wings burning with red flames appeared in front of him, and the red wings wrapped around him.

"Soul communication" was also quietly established at this time.

How come you are here? .Klein's voice echoed in the mind of the prophet's clone, and he did not hide his doubts at all.

Find some materials suitable for making magical items, and experiment with the gadgets you just made. It sounds like you are also planning to cause trouble for this "crazy captain"?

He is helping the Loen royal family and the Witch Sect to traffic people. I plan to investigate.

The prophet clone seemed to have just learned about this. He pondered for a moment before replying in his mind: There is a demigod on the ship. I will lure him out as soon as possible. The remaining pirates should not be able to stop you.

Yes, if you need help, just communicate with me directly. On the sea, the Poseidon Scepter can exert its full power.

Above the gray fog, Klein waved towards the debris pile, and a short staff made of white bones automatically flew into his hand.

The head of the staff is inlaid with tiny green-blue gems, some of which are stained with darkness, and some of which are covered with the morning light. They are surrounded by countless pure light spots, and illusory and ethereal prayer sounds can be heard from this, layer by layer. Plus, holy anomaly.

Klein held a short bone staff in one hand and a strange crown covered with rust and blood in the other. He stood calmly beside the high-backed chair belonging to The Fool.

In front of him was a picture condensed by crimson light, which was exactly where the prophet's clone was.

He tried to zoom out, revealing the sailboat floating in the waves, "Crazy Captain" Connors' "One-Eyed Skeleton".

The eyes of the prophet clone standing above the towering stone wall suddenly turned light blue, and one mysterious symbol after another was outlined in his eyes.

Brass-colored light spots quickly gathered around him, establishing a wonderful and solid connection with the spirit world. His figure then disappeared transparently, and reappeared several hundred meters away.

After flashing several times in succession, he came to the charred corpse near the towering stone wall.

Even in a windswept place, the howling wind still makes it difficult for people to walk, and the turbulent waves flood the rocks from time to time.

With a light blue glow flowing in his eyes, the prophet's clone simulated the ability of the "Wind Blessed One" to soothe the surrounding strong winds and waves so that he would not be pushed into the sea.

Then he took out a palm-sized figure with black and red as the main colors from the pocket of his woolen coat.

The figure is a voluptuous woman. Her upper body is making a silent gesture, but her lower body is a group of huge tentacles with suction cups, looming among the black waves.

The prophet's clone poured almost one-third of his own spirituality into the figure, and the figure came to life.

With a layer of greasy liquid on its surface, it slipped directly from Renekton's hand into the sea.

Among the surging waves, a few thick tentacles could be vaguely seen squirming under the water, and a strange smell spread around.