Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Deep in the spiritual world, shrouded in dots of pale blue light, the prophet's clone shuttled forward slightly illusoryly.

Suddenly, his spiritual intuition suddenly produced some subtle premonitions, and it seemed that several eyes were cast from the depths of the spiritual world.

He subconsciously stopped and looked up in the direction above his head. It was the deepest part of the spiritual world and the highest point of the spiritual world. Beyond that, there was the foggy area of ​​history where Origin Castle was located.

At the top of the spiritual world, the seven slowly flowing, clear brilliance of different colors, containing endless knowledge, suddenly became very close.

A burst of bright yellow light flashed across his eyes, quickly condensing into the image of a thin old man wearing lemon yellow robes and a long white beard.

"Yellow Light" Wenitan said with a soft smile on his face:

"Long time no see. The blessed one of 'knowledge', the spiritual area corresponding to the land abandoned by the gods is separated from the surrounding area. I can't observe where your body is, and I can't communicate with him, so I have to come to find you."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Venetan, I wonder why you came to see me?" the prophet's clone asked doubtfully while bending slightly to salute.

"Yellow light" Wenitan smiled and nodded while gently dragging his right hand in the air. A layer of bright yellow light flowed and gathered like water, condensing into a picture from the real world:

It was a very thin old man. His hair was all gray and very messy. He was wrapped in thick clothes, as if he was very afraid of the cold. He kept chewing candies in his mouth. Once he finished eating, he would throw them away immediately. One goes in.

"His name is Turanni von Hermothuin. He is currently a scientist, mathematician, mechanist, and the father of the second-generation difference engine. He is also the 'Orange Light' Hilarion."

"Now 'Orange Light' is about to return to the spirit world, and his incarnation in the real world will also die tonight."

"He has recalled his identity. You can go to him now and get the manuscript of the second-generation difference engine. This is very important for you who want to promote the progress of civilization in the Southern Continent. This can also be regarded as coming from our seventh generation. An investment of light.”

"He's in the Rhoad Islands. You should know how to find him, or know where to wait for him."

After the words fell, without waiting for the answer of the prophet's clone, the figure of "yellow light" Venitan quickly decomposed into a piece of pure and clear bright yellow light that continuously flowed, and returned to the top of the spiritual world.

"I just arrived in the Southern Continent, and now I'm asked to go back." The prophet's clone complained, looked at Citron, the capital of Uttar Pradesh in the Southern Continent outside the spiritual world, changed direction, and headed towards the waters of the Rhoside Islands again. Rush to the spirit world area.

After traveling through the spirit world for a period of time, the prophet's clone finally returned to the Rhoside Islands.

In the spirit world area corresponding to Bayam, his inspiration produced some subtle premonitions. There seemed to be some changes here, someone was watching here, and there was a faint smell of curse.

He did not leave the spirit world immediately, but stayed in place. His eyes obviously lost focus and were covered with a thick layer of silver. He made a simple prophecy based on the active information in the spirit world.

After confirming that the changes in the spiritual world would not have any impact on him, and that he would not be struck by lightning as soon as he appeared in Bayam, he breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to leave the spiritual world and come to reality.

At the same time, the wind in Bayam, the City of Generosity, suddenly became fierce, as if controlled by a pair of invisible hands, spreading in all directions.

At the same time, a deep and majestic voice echoed in the wind:

"Hermothuin is at 32 Black Pepper Avenue!"

"Hermothuin is at 32 Black Pepper Avenue!"

This sound was repeated several times in succession, quickly spreading to every corner of Bayam and echoing in everyone's ears.

"Hey, it's like broadcasting to the whole city from another world. The 'Poseidon Scepter' is really easy to use." The prophet clone looked out at Bayam City from the spiritual world, looking at the various people who suddenly stagnated for a moment and then quickly became active. The powerful Extraordinary couldn't help but sigh.

After looking at it for a while, he looked again at the hotels located in the dock area. After a while of observation, he found the hotel where Klein was staying.

Bits of brass shimmer emerged from the void and quickly condensed into an illusory door covered with mysterious patterns.

The prophet's clone wearing a light brown woolen coat walked out from the other end of the illusory door. He looked at Gehrman Sparrow opposite who had just half taken off his coat, and chuckled:

"Good evening, Mr. Adventurer, I'm waiting for someone at your place."

"Who?" Klein asked expressionlessly while putting on his coat again.

"The man you just mentioned in the citywide broadcast, the father of the second-generation difference engine, Turani von Hermoshuen."

The prophet clone replied with a chuckle, then turned around and walked to the small round table next to the window to sit down. He greeted the marionette dressed as a waiter who was standing aside blankly:

"A cup of hot coffee, thank you."

The corner of Klein's mouth twitched, and then he controlled the disguised Gilsea to make coffee, while he sat on the other side of the small round table.

Sitting on the wooden chair and yawning, he broke the silence and said:

"What are you doing looking for Hermoshuin? Also, if you didn't take the initiative to go to Black Pepper Avenue to find him, why did you come to my place to wait for him?"

"I want the Difference Engine manuscript in his hand." The prophet's clone simply explained his purpose, then turned sideways to look out the window at the sky covered by thick clouds, and sighed softly:

"If I dare to appear openly in Bayam, those furious lightnings may destroy the surrounding city and me together."

Klein, who has a fairly clear understanding of himself, couldn't help but complain in his mind. Then he thought of something and asked again:

"So you 'prophesied' that Hermoshuyn would show up to me?"

"This does not require 'prophecy'." The prophet clone said calmly.

While the two were talking, Klein's secret puppet had already placed a cup of brewed coffee and a cup of black tea in front of the prophet's clone and himself respectively.

After taking a sip of the black tea in front of him, Klein changed the topic and continued to ask:

"What do you know about the Puppet Master?"

The prophet's clone groaned and sighed: "It's very stubborn, and it will become more and more stubborn."

"Seriously." Klein interrupted angrily.

The prophet clone shrugged, his expression became a little more serious and said:

"A marionette is more than just a tool, it is also an actor on the stage, with a logical setting, performing in front of the audience."

Klein nodded slightly with understanding and said:

"Putting the role of the 'Faceless Man' on the Marionette? No wonder this sequence comes after the 'Faceless Man'."

"Except for the 'Soothsayer' in the first stage, every subsequent sequence seems to be progressive?"

The prophet clone nodded first, then shook his head and said:

"Divination can provide information and identify dangers. If you put the 'divinationist' in the later sequence, you will be prone to stage accidents during your performance."