Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Renekton's deep gaze made Kotar, the "Dark Demon Wolf" who was controlling the marionette behind the scenes, feel uncomfortable. He continued to control his marionette and said:

"I can feel that you have the aura from the Origin Castle."

".There is also a very dangerous feeling."

Renekton twitched his lips, showed an insincere smile, and said calmly:

"'Dark Demonic Wolf' Kotal? Are you a marionette created after applying many layers of historical projections to yourself?"

The marionette that looked like a middle-aged man in front of him said expressionlessly:

"My spiritual intuition tells me that you are in danger."

"But you couldn't help but be curious about the aura of the 'Origin Castle' on my body, so you asked the marionette to observe me nearby again and again?"

Renekton followed the other person's words while stimulating the remaining aura from above the gray mist on his body, and recited the honorable name of "The Fool" twice in his heart.

Backlund, Klein, who had changed his identity and appeared in this metropolis, was busy re-establishing his social circle and enriching the new identity he had prepared.

As soon as he walked out of the door, a vague murmur suddenly echoed in his ears, and the scene above the gray fog appeared in his mind again, and he saw the swaying gray fog.

He stopped, looked at the steward waiting aside and said:

"I think I need to change into a more decent and suitable set of clothes. Please wait for me for a while."

After saying that, he turned around and returned to the room without hesitation, closing the door behind him.

After he was out of sight of Mr. Butler, he quickly walked to the bathroom, reciting a mantra and walking four steps backwards to reach above the gray mist.

Klein was slightly stunned as he looked at the star in front of him that was constantly shrinking and expanding, creating circles of crimson ripples.

The whispers in his ears were still vague, making him feel that the other party was saying meaningless words at random, just to stimulate the crimson star and cause the gray fog to tremble.

"I, the 'Fool,' am really losing my cards. What's the difference between this and knocking on other people's doors late at night when I have nothing to do?"

While Klein complained, his spiritual touch spread out and touched the crimson star representing Renekton.

A wave of light erupted instantly, flooding half of the hall, and then quickly retracted, condensing into a picture.

In the picture, Renekton was communicating with a middle-aged man who was holding an animal skin lantern and wearing a classical palace robe that was not in line with this era.

As Klein cast his gaze, the middle-aged man seemed to feel something. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky, as if he was searching for something.

At the same time, Klein felt several strong or subtle eyes looking at him from different places. They searched blindly for a while, unable to find the target, and then gradually disappeared.

Klein paused above the gray fog. He resisted the urge to cut off the picture now and stared at the middle-aged man wearing a classical palace robe in the picture. Above the gray fog, he could easily see through him. The thread of the spirit body that is controlled by others.

The spiritual threads on his body slanted upwards and disappeared into the deep darkness.

Klein tried to expand his field of vision and search for the operator behind the Secret Puppet. Within the range that he could observe through the crimson stars corresponding to Renekton, there was no operator at all. He only found some hidden in the darkness. , a monster that was transformed into a Marionette.

"The maximum distance at which the other party can control the marionette has exceeded the range that I can observe above the gray fog. This is at least a Sequence Three saint, or even an angel."

"Could it be the 'Dark Demonic Wolf' that Al mentioned once before?"

Klein muttered to himself for a moment, then quickly calmed down and watched the conversation between Renekton and the other party on the screen.

The Marionette in front of Renekton retracted his gaze to the sky and said in a calm voice:

"Strange 'Sage', are you willing to make a deal with me and use the breath from 'Origin Castle'?"

Renekton chuckled and said, "Okay, I just need the characteristics of a 'Miracle Master'."

"This is impossible. There is no extra 'Miracle Master' characteristic in me that can be separated, and this transaction is not equivalent."

The middle-aged man controlled by the "Dark Demonic Wolf" shook his head and rejected Renekton's conditions. His eyes lingered on the mechanical glove on Renekton's right hand for a while, and then he spoke again:

"If you need angel-level characteristics, I can help you hunt down an 'Elder of Whispers' wandering here."

Renekton sneered and said:

"Hunting the angels under the 'True Creator' in front of him? Then why don't I cooperate with the other party to hunt down a 'Dark Demonic Wolf'?"

Kotal wasn't angry at Renekton's words, at least he didn't show it on his marionette.

The middle-aged man wearing dark classical palace robes had a gentle expression and said in a calm voice:

"I can create an environment that distorts the surrounding space and time. In this case, he will be completely isolated from the outside world, and even information cannot be interacted with."

"This has a certain stealth effect and can be used to isolate the eyes of the 'True Creator'."

Renekton moved his right hand with the mechanical glove, and the lilac glow flowing in his eyes became deeper and deeper. There was appropriate shock on his face, and then he said with a clear look:

"'Secret Realm'? This should be an ability only possessed by the Sequence One 'Servant of Secrets'."

"You probably haven't been promoted yet. Amon is in the Land Abandoned by the Gods. If a 'Secret Servant' appears here, he will not react at all, even if you are almost no threat to him."

"In other words, you have mastered the characteristics of the 'Servant of Secrets', or can you summon the historical images of Antigonus and Fregra from the pores of history?"

In front of him, the middle-aged man in classical robes showed a rare change in his expression. He looked at Renekton up and down quite unexpectedly, and then slowly said:

"You know this path very well. If I hadn't been able to confirm that you are a real living person, I would have even suspected that you are a marionette controlled by the Source Castle."

After a two-second pause, he suddenly said with a look of realization:

"I felt prying eyes just now, but I couldn't see who it was. The person who is really communicating with me now is the one who has mastered the 'Origin Castle', or the 'Origin Castle' itself?"

Above the gray fog, Klein looked strange for a moment. The guess makes sense, but I am actually just a spectator sitting above the gray fog.

While his thoughts were surging, he stretched out his right hand forward, intending to convey the locations of the marionettes he had found to Renekton. When his hand reached halfway, he suddenly stopped moving.

After thinking about it, he changed direction, picked up the strange crown stained with rust and blood that was placed on the table on his right, and used the connection established by the crimson stars to build a "spiritual crown" between himself and Renekton. "Communicate", passing on the locations of the marionettes he found hidden in the depths of darkness.

At the same time he asked in his mind:

"The one who controls these marionettes behind the scenes is 'Dark Demonic Wolf' Kotar?"

Renekton's voice quickly reached his mind:

"It was it. It should have been the movement I made before that caught its attention, and then it noticed the 'Origin Castle' aura on my body above the gray mist."

"Do you need the 'Spirit Insect'? Now that you've met it, you can't leave empty-handed."

There is nothing wrong with it. However, the other party is a living angel, and you can already call it him. Are you looking down on this "Dark Demonic Wolf" a little too much? Klein couldn't help but curse in his heart. Two sentences.

Immediately, Renekton's voice echoed in his mind:

"Is it possible? I can hear it."

The expression on Klein's face froze for a moment, and then he changed the topic:

What is the 'Spirit Worm'? Also, the other party is an angel of the 'divineer' path. Is it true that our conspiracy out loud will not be discovered? "

"'Sage' already has some hidden abilities, so it didn't notice your gaze just now."

While Renekton was answering Klein's questions in his mind, he slowly shook his head towards the "Dark Demonic Wolf" waiting for his answer in front of him and said:

"I don't think you are sincere. Moreover, I still maintain a cooperative relationship with the 'True Creator'."

At the end of his words, his voice became very slow. His body was like a rusty, old, poorly operating machine, and his movements and thoughts slowed down simultaneously.

This state only lasted for a moment, and his whole body suddenly became illusory, and the threads of his spiritual body became non-existent.

Don't use the paper angel. I can't cover it up, and it will catch traces. I warned Klein in his heart. He quickly calmed down and gently rubbed his right hand wearing a mechanical glove.

Silently, a pure and clear light lit up all around, illuminating every corner, turning this place into a dark-free kingdom where there is no trace of darkness, no shadow is left, and no thing is hidden.

All the monsters transformed into marionettes hidden in the darkness were revealed, and they became extremely visible to Renekton's eyes.

As soon as the light emerged, Renekton once again fell into a state of sluggish thinking, stiff body, and sluggish movements. The "Dark Demonic Wolf" once again tried to control the thread of his spiritual body.

In the pure and clear light, a monster with a human body, a bird head, hands and wings combined together, somewhat similar to a harpy, flew into the air and made a high-pitched, hoarse voice:

"I make a wish: Darkness comes."

The rich, deep darkness flooded the surroundings like a tide, swallowing up all light and sound, and plunging the surroundings into deathly silence.

In the pure lightless darkness, Renekton felt the remaining aura belonging to the goddess of the night gathering and stirring.