Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Klein sat back on the high-backed chair and sighed silently. After being silent for a while, he suddenly said:

"I would like to purchase a copy of the 'Generalist's' potion formula and materials."

Renekton was a little surprised by Klein's sudden words. He turned his head and looked at Klein's expression carefully, and said like a detective:

"For Melissa? Purchase the materials and formula at the same time. Do you plan to let her get in touch with the mysterious world a little bit?"

"Yes, I suddenly discovered that I actually don't have the ability to protect them well. I can only escape blindly and take a look at them from a distance."

"Instead of this, as you said before, let Melissa, who is willing to know more, come into contact with the mysterious world. With my help, she will not encounter too many dangers. As long as the sequence is kept low, the risk of losing control will be reduced. Not too big.”

Klein raised his head slightly and answered, as if he had experienced a journey and suddenly became much more mature.

Renekton nodded calmly and said:

"Then who do you plan to be her teacher and lead her to learn about the mysterious world? Why don't you change your image?"

Klein remained silent and did not answer this question, which was also a kind of acquiescence.

Renekton, who was leaning on the high-backed chair, chuckled lightly. He tapped the armrest with his right index finger and said:

"How about I recommend a few candidates for you."

After a pause, he faced Klein's scrutinizing eyes and continued:

"The 'Lieutenant General Iceberg' is a good teacher. She has enough knowledge and can also obtain potion formulas below sequence six of the 'Generalist' path. You have some idea of ​​her character, but as a Captain, she cannot leave the Golden Dream for long."

"The second candidate is Backlund. You also know Leppard, who invented the bicycle. He has become a Sequence 8 'archaeologist'. He can let Melissa serve as his laboratory assistant. This will not only allow her to learn some knowledge about the mysterious world, but also get a job with a good salary."

"The third candidate is Bernadette. She has mastered all the 'Generalist' path formulas except Sequence One. Element Dawn itself has also cultivated its own 'craftsmen'. To put it simply: you can trust Huang Tao."

"Although her whereabouts are erratic most of the time, it is still possible to let Melissa join the Elemental Dawn and train her."

"Your speaking style still retains the habits of the Knowledge Church." Klein said, half sighing and half complaining.

After a second of silence, he continued: "Each of them is involved in some forces."

"I haven't officially left the Church of Knowledge yet." Renekton spread his hands to explain, and then followed what Klein just said:

"This is inevitable. Alternatively, you can choose to teach her yourself. You are going back to Backlund anyway."

After being silent for a while, Klein spoke again:

"Write me a letter of recommendation to Leppard. A well-paying job is also important to Benson and Melissa."

"You can just find my clone and ask him to send you a letter." Renekton said lazily, leaning against the back of the chair.

Klein nodded calmly, and after two seconds of silence, he whispered: "That's it."

Renekton hummed, and a crimson light suddenly surged in front of his eyes. He was in a daze for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he was already back in front of the fire in the ruins of the city in the land abandoned by the gods.

With a long breath, he stood up from the ground, reached out and patted the dust on his clothes, then pulled out a stack of light yellow paper figurines and shook them into the air.

The paper figures rapidly expanded and twisted in mid-air, and stuck to each other, turning into a normal human figure wearing a coarse cloth coat and simple facial features.

This was a physical paper man. Under Renekton's control, it bent down stiffly and picked up the dark copper lantern on the ground.

Under the dim light, the figures of Renekton and the paper man suddenly twisted, disappeared from the spot, and then reappeared dozens of meters away.

Snapped! He suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and a layer of quiet night suddenly fell slowly, covering the place where he had just rested, miraculously covering all the traces he left behind.

Following his own intuition, he continued to approach the east of the God's Abandoned Land.

After several lightning bursts and gentle alternations, a familiar gray-white fog appeared at the end of his field of vision, exactly the same as the gray fog beneath their feet during every Monday gathering.

These gray fogs spread endlessly at the end of the line of sight, and the starting point and end point are completely invisible.

The next moment, his figure suddenly became transparent, as if he had turned into a statue made of countless stars.

The statue shattered into pieces and turned into bright starlight. It enveloped the paper figure holding a dark copper lantern and assimilated it into tiny bits of bright starlight, approaching the gray fog in the distance.

Under the endless gray fog, the stars reunited inside, revealing the figure of Renekton.

He held a dark copper-colored lantern in his right hand and stood in front of the boundless gray fog. Behind him were lightning flashes that frequently fell, and the dazzling silvery white flashes illuminated the desolate land.

Woo~woo~

Suddenly, an ethereal whimpering sound sounded in Renekton's ears. The sound seemed to come from an infinite distance, but also seemed to be close to his ears.

Behind him, a broken ring made of countless gears and chains emerged. In the center of the ring, an illusory book was constantly turning, and bits of twinkling starlight were peeled off from it, surrounding him.

The stars are gathering more and more, like a vast galaxy, each star in it is moving according to some strange rhythm, like the embodiment of some kind of knowledge.

Opposite him, the originally calm gray fog suddenly surged, flashing out bits and pieces of misty brilliance, which were constantly covered by the gray fog, and then revealed again and again, as if there was a tug-of-war.

Following the flashing lights in the gray fog, countless voices gradually echoed in Renekton's ears. They were big or small, far or near, and they all spoke loudly with extremely pious and fanatical beliefs. They were shouting something or chanting something. Whenever he wanted to listen carefully, these sounds would become noisy and difficult to distinguish.

Around him, the vast and bright galaxy slowly rotated, faster and faster.

Set off a storm of bright blue light!

One star after another twinkled in the sky, casting rays of light. Renekton, who was at the center of it all, fell into a brief trance.

There was an illusory sound in his ears, as if something was breaking.

At this moment, he felt that he was completely integrated with the extraordinary characteristics of his body. The stars were spinning at a high speed in mid-air, and the stars shining with bright light gradually moved inward and merged into his body.

The aura on his body rose rapidly, and his spirit seemed to be infinitely elevated. His flesh and blood were constantly turning and twisting, looking evil and terrifying.

Vaguely, he seemed to be able to grasp something. He saw the positions of the illusory stars in the void and understood what they represented.

During this process, his body and consciousness were decomposed bit by bit, turning into countless complex and pure information, surging freely in reality and the spiritual world.

More and more information is attracted and integrated into the majestic flow of information. The originally illusory knowledge gradually solidifies and turns into a hazy shimmer that is difficult to see with the naked eye, surging like a torrent in the spiritual world and reality. With.

On the other side, the gray-white mist surged more intensely, as if something was constantly rushing out inside the gray mist, trying to break through the blockade and vent its power outwards.

In the gray fog, countless hazy light spots flickered, as if there was a hidden bright starry sky containing countless knowledge.

Backlund, in a hotel in the Hillston District, had just enjoyed lunch delivered to the room by the hotel waiter. Klein, who was about to go out, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

A thick gray mist suddenly surged in his eyes. The gray mist surged restlessly, giving his own spirituality some omen.

"Is this... some kind of change happening in that gray mist, which has stimulated me who is directly connected to that place?"

While whispering to himself, he released his grip on the doorknob, turned around and walked into the bathroom on the other side of the room, reciting a mantra skillfully while walking four steps backwards.

In the magnificent ancient palace above the gray fog, Klein looked at the gray fog that was constantly billowing in front of him, feeling a little confused.

There is no aura of other existence, it seems that the gray fog here just feels something, and the spontaneous reaction is as long as the former owner of "Origin Castle" is not back, otherwise he will find that his home has been stolen. It was stolen by a weak Sequence Five.

After sighing in his heart for a moment, he immediately took out a pen and paper and wrote a divination sentence, trying to divine the source of this change.

In the hazy dream, he suddenly woke up and saw the boundless gray fog. Inside the gray fog, there were countless things like bright stars flickering, surging, and constantly impacting the gray fog.

The indescribable power was released, trying to break through the blockage of gray fog, but it was always close, and it was never able to truly break through this layer of gray fog.

Suddenly, bits and pieces of bright stars appeared outside the gray mist, densely packed and dazzling.

"Hoo" Klein suddenly opened his eyes, leaned forward, placed his hands on the edge of the long mottled table, and breathed heavily.

The moment he saw those bright stars just now, he felt that countless complex and pure and useless knowledge was poured into his head, and his whole head seemed to explode from the inside.

After taking a breath, he leaned back on the chair again, closed his eyes, and meditated to regain his composure.

After about a minute, he opened his eyes again and looked at the gray fog that had subsided around him. He suddenly sighed:

"That was a bit like the knowledge chase of the 'Hidden Sage' just now. What I saw was an angel from the 'Peeper of Secrets' path?"