Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

High Priest Nim, who was standing at the front, took the animal skin lantern from the hand of the hunched young man beside him, nervously moved forward a little, and stopped less than five meters away from Renekton.

It seems that because he is too old or has eaten contaminated food all year round, his eyesight is not very good. After looking at Renekton from different angles for a while, he said in a nervous voice:

"I'm very sorry. We didn't mean to discuss you. This is the first time we've seen humans other than ourselves. Please forgive me."

"You don't have to be so polite." Renekton nodded lightly in response.

Nim seemed to have finally determined something, and he said curiously:

"You don't seem to be from around here, or from this continent. The language you speak is very strange. Although I can understand the meaning, it should belong to the magical effect you exerted. It itself does not belong to me. any language known."

Renekton nodded slightly and said:

"This is the language of Feneport, the language spoken by a country outside the God-Forsaken Land."

"The land abandoned by the gods?" Nim murmured with a complex expression, as if he had suddenly become much older.

After a moment of pause, he asked as if he mustered up the courage:

"Do you know how to leave this god-forsaken place? What price do we need to pay for this?"

"Oh, there is no price, because you can't do it at all." Renekton said with a chuckle, paused for two seconds, and then continued:

"Starting from here to the west, we need to cross the entire continent. The Giant King's Court there is the passage out of the Land Abandoned by the Gods."

"The King's Court of Giants. I know where it is." High Priest Nim lowered his head and murmured softly, his voice getting lower and lower until he was silent.

The scene was silent for a moment, then he raised his head again and smiled bitterly at Renekton.

He opened his mouth to say something, but Renekton interrupted:

"You don't need to ask me for anything, your fate is not mine."

"Just wait. A year later, someone will come here again. He will come with oracles and hope. That is your opportunity to leave here."

"This is a prophecy."

As the last sentence fell, Renekton's figure suddenly became transparent and blurred, decomposed into streams of complex knowledge, and turned into a pure information flow creature, surging like a torrent and moving away into the distance.

Nim stood there blankly, looking at the place where Renekton disappeared, with a little disappointment in his eyes.

Taking a deep breath and calming down, he held the animal skin lantern and returned to the ranks of the Moon City people.

As soon as they got closer, the people in Yuecheng who had been watching anxiously asked eagerly:

"High Priest, what did that man say at the end? Is he really a human from the outside world?"

Nim looked at the complicated expressions of the people in front of him and slowly said:

"a prophecy"

After leaving Moon City, Renekton headed west for a distance and came to a collapsed and abandoned temple.

In the darkness, scarlet eyes lit up in the depths of the temple, and a gust of wind with a fishy smell roared towards the face.

Green and thick vines hung down from high in the sky, covering the surrounding area like a heavy rain, completely covering Renekton's figure, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Only a few blurry figures in the darkness hit the walls and ground of the temple, causing a sound of masonry collapsing and breaking, making the temple, which was already in a semi-collapsed state, even more dilapidated.

In a dimension isolated from reality, green vines intertwined and intertwined with each other, quickly forming a broad and green forest, with layers upon layers going up, and the top could not be seen at all.

Under Renekton's deliberate manipulation, part of the green vines intertwined around him to form a set of green tables and chairs.

He put the lantern in his hand on the table, sat lazily on a long chair intertwined with vines, closed his eyes and took a nap.

After about a few minutes, a thick gray fog suddenly emerged from his eyes, and Klein's somewhat erratic and distant voice echoed in his ears:

"Get ready for the party."

Different from before, this time he grasped some of the aura of "Origin Castle" and looked deeply above his head, as if he was looking at Klein across space.

Above the gray fog, Klein's heart beat two beats faster for no apparent reason. He unnaturally looked away from Renekton.

After two seconds, he looked back curiously, but Renekton had already withdrew his gaze.

"It's so strange. What happened to him? Even above the gray fog, I actually felt a sense of crisis. He seems to have some kind of quality that can shake this gray fog?"

After muttering to himself for a while, Klein decided to do a divination. He skillfully displayed the citrine pendant commonly used for divination, closed his eyes, and silently recited the divination sentence.

After repeating it several times, he opened his eyes and looked at the citrine pendant that was slowly rotating counterclockwise in his hand, feeling a little more relaxed:

"Fortunately, the changes in his body will not pose a danger to me. However, what happened to him? His whole person has undergone considerable changes, changes that are difficult to see through."

The time soon came to three o'clock in the afternoon. Renekton looked at the gray-white mist and crimson light that appeared in front of him again. It seemed that as long as he squeezed a little harder, he could cut off the connection between himself and the gray mist. Can easily reject Klein's move to pull people.

Resisting his desire to give it a try, he used meditation to keep himself calm and allowed his spiritual body to enter the space above the gray fog with the pulling force created by Klein.

Above the gray mist, inside the palace with a towering dome.

Rays of crimson light rose up, then quickly retracted inward, condensing blurry figures on both sides of the mottled long table.

Klein carefully and discreetly turned on his spiritual vision and looked at everyone. Miss Justice and Miss Magic had not yet completely restrained their spirituality. It seemed that they had both completed their promotions in the past week.

Without stopping his gaze, he turned his head and looked at the other side of the mottled long table. At this moment, a strong warning suddenly appeared in his heart, causing him to subconsciously retract his gaze.

Can't look, can't look!

Is there anyone I can’t watch? Al? Was he promoted to "sage" in the land abandoned by the gods?

As thoughts surged in Klein's mind, he turned off his spiritual vision and relied on the cover of the gray mist to look calmly at Renekton, who was sitting lazily on the high-backed chair on the side of the mottled long table.

I can't see any changes, I can only vaguely feel that he seems to be calmer and more rational.

As his thoughts turned, he heard the greeting from "Justice" Audrey.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"

"Justice" Audrey stood up lightly and skillfully, lifted up her skirt, and saluted "The Fool" Klein at the top of the mottled long table.

Following Miss Justice's lead, the other members of the Tarot Club also began to stand up and salute, and then nodded to each other.

"Chariot" Anderson, who has experienced two tarot sessions, has gradually become accustomed to it. His sitting posture has changed from the upright posture of a student in school to a bohemian adventurer.

Retracting his gaze and looking around at everyone, Klein tapped his fingers on the table before Cattleya, the "hermit" who wanted to reveal the diary, spoke, and said in a leisurely voice with a little admiration:

"Let us first congratulate our Miss Hypnotist and Miss Recorder on their successful promotions, and of course, our new Mr. Sage!"

"Justice" Audrey and "Magician" Forsi were very surprised and delighted. They turned sideways and bowed slightly to Klein, the Fool, who was at the top of the mottled long table.

At the same time, he mentally guessed that "sage" was a title belonging to the sequence number.

The newly born "Sage" and "White Tower" have actually been promoted to Sage. This speed is too fast, abnormally fast. Cattleya, the "hermit" who knows the "Sage" best, could not control herself. With an expression full of astonishment and excitement, he turned his head to look at Renekton, who was sitting in front of him.

The Queen had stayed at the Sequence Three "Master of Prophecy" stage for so long before and failed to find an opportunity for promotion, but he was promoted so quickly and easily. This is absolutely abnormal!

Thinking of this, she asked with both curiosity and concern:

"How did you become promoted to 'Sage'?"

Renekton moved his body slightly, looked at Cattleya across from him, and chuckled:

"I have always had a 'sage' characteristic in me. When it is completely integrated with me, I will naturally be promoted."

This, a born angel? Only the "Hidden Sage" can do this in this way. No wonder. Cattleya was stunned for a moment, but she quickly realized it. She quickly restrained her exposed emotions and said calmly:

"You need to pay attention to the balance between your divinity and humanity. Your situation is more dangerous than ordinary angels."

Angel? "Sage" is the angel of sequence two! No wonder Mr. "The Fool" mentioned our promotion alone before the party started. It turned out that Mr. "White Tower" had been promoted to an angel. "Justice" Audrey looked at the lazily sitting high-rise with unbearable curiosity. Renekton in a chair.

Angel! Turns out to be an angel! One second I was feeling complacent about my promotion, and the next second I was told that someone in the Tarot Society had been promoted to an angel? Obviously everyone is about the same age, no, Mr. "White Tower" seems to be a little younger than me. This suddenly made me feel even more uncomfortable. "Magician" Forsi lay lazily back, and she suddenly had a feeling. Plant the idea that you are actually a waste.

Angel! Is this guy still human? This speed of promotion is a bit too alarming. "Moon" Emlyn and "Chariot" Anderson have surprisingly the same thoughts.