Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 575 The title is missing

After a brief silence, Derrick "The Sun" mentally considered the achievements he had accumulated during this period, then raised his hand and said:

"Everyone, who among you has the magic potion formula for 'Sacrifice of Light'?"

"I have, 4000 pounds."

"Of course, you can also use equivalent extraordinary materials instead."

Klein manipulated the "world" to respond quickly.

Derrick "The Sun" looked at the "World" at the bottom, nodded sincerely and said:

"I understand. I will collect materials worth 4000 pounds as soon as possible."

As the deal was completed, the Tarot Society once again fell into a brief silence.

"Hermit" Cattleya and "The Hanged Man" Alger, who had just been promoted, had no more urgent needs for the time being, and "Magician" Forsi, who was busy digesting potions, also had no new needs.

"Chariot" Anderson and "Moon" Emlyn looked around twice without speaking, and the transaction ended with everyone's tacit understanding.

"Magician" Forsi glanced at Gehrman Sparrow, "The World" at the bottom, and talked about his recent strange dream before "The Hanged Man" spoke.

She described in detail the scene that appeared in her dream, as well as the complex symbol that combined "destiny" and "hiddenness".

At the top of the mottled long table, with his body shrouded in gray mist, Klein raised his eyebrows slightly. The symbol described by "Magician" Forsi seemed familiar to him.

After thinking briefly, he controlled his trumpet "world" and spoke in a low voice:

"Is this the symbol you're talking about?"

Then he directed and acted on his own to let "the world" make a request to him, and then responded to "the world" and embodied the badge from Lanervus.

"Magician" Forsi was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect that "The World" actually responded and directly embodied the real thing.

After briefly looking at the badge, she stuttered and replied:

"Yes, yes, that's it."

"That's a trap." "The World" Gehrman Sparrow said without thinking.

Sure enough, I knew that there could be no treasure like this appearing for no reason in the mysterious world. Fortunately, I was cautious enough. Forsi sighed a few words in his heart, then looked at the "world" and sincerely thanked him:

"Thank you for your reminder."

"Justice" Audrey asked curiously: "What does this symbol represent?"

Renekton looked at the badge manifested by Klein the Fool and sneered:

"A group of thieves who were scared out of their wits by Amon, hid here and there all day long, but in the end Amon had no interest in their group of demigods."

Well, he suddenly turned into the little shrimp that others said he couldn't even imagine. "Magician" Forsi cursed softly in his heart.

It turned out to be a group of thieves hiding in the sewers. "Moon" Emlyn sighed disdainfully in his heart, then looked at Renekton and asked in a doubtful voice:

"Now that you have left the land abandoned by the gods, does the previous deal with our vampire clan still count?"

Renekton nodded lightly and said, "Of course, you can ask Mr. Sun for the specific progress. I have entrusted the vampire hunting needs to Silver City."

Emlyn opened his mouth. He originally wanted to correct that the other party was a vampire, but when he thought of the appearance of the monsters called vampires described by "The Sun" before, he gave up the idea of ​​classifying them as a vampire.

Then he turned his attention to Derrick "The Sun". Without waiting for him to ask, Derrick replied:

"The chief is organizing a team to hunt vampires. They will be able to set off in the next few days."

"Okay, as long as it can help us recover the characteristics of the 'moon', our vampires will definitely give you a generous reward."

"Moon" Emlyn nodded slightly in response. He didn't care who hunted vampires, as long as he could help their vampires recover their characteristics.

Seeing that the topic had come to an end, "The Hanged Man" Alger turned his head to look at "The Sun" Derrick and said:

"Have you figured out the matter about the former chief's tomb?"

"Sun" Derrick shook his head, and then said:

"I heard that the 'Six-person Council' wants to open that mausoleum. No matter what, they must at least recover the characteristics there. However, because of the plan to hunt vampires, this action has been put on hold for the time being."

Renekton leaned on the high-backed chair, pressed the back of his head against the cold back of the chair, and chuckled softly:

"'Warrior' and 'Corpse Collector' are interchangeable pathways. Without the 'Silver Knight' potion formula, jumping to adjacent pathways is the best choice."

"Mr. 'White Tower', you mean that the former chief planned to jump to another route, so he built a mausoleum and locked himself in it?"

"Sun" Derrick quickly reacted, but he felt something was not right. But we in Silver City don't have the follow-up potion formula for the "Corpse Collector" path?

He did not express his inner thoughts. Chief Colin's teachings made him more mature. At the same time, he was not sure whether Silver City had high-sequence formulas other than the 'Warrior' path.

At the top of the mottled long table, "The Fool" Klein nodded in a small arc under the gray fog. This possibility is indeed very high, but it seems that there are some problems with the promotion of the former chief of Silver City, and he may have fallen into some kind of negative situation. The state had to fall into a deep sleep, or it had lost control and turned into a monster.

Retracting his divergent thoughts, he let "The World" speak in a low voice:

"If it involves the realm of the God of Death, and Mr. Death has not participated in the Tarot Society, you can ask me for advice."

"Thank you, Mr. World." Derrick "The Sun" responded gratefully without thinking too much.

Mr. "World" means that he has a good relationship with Mr. "Death" and can easily contact that angel and ask him questions? It's really enviable. "Justice" Audrey immediately heard the hidden meaning in "The World"'s words.

The free communication session ended here. Finally, after "White Tower" Renekton and "Chariot" Anderson shared some useful tips, this week's Tarot session also came to an end.

After everyone stood up and saluted Mr. Fool at the top of the long mottled table, rays of crimson light rose up, taking everyone on both sides of the long mottled table away from the space above the gray mist.

On the north bank of the Pas River Valley, in the Church of Knowledge in Impas City, countless complex and pure knowledge poured out from the void, gathered in the prayer hall, and reorganized Renekton's figure.

The people praying in the church were unaware of this and did not notice him at all. Even if they saw him, they would subconsciously ignore him.

Renekton walked straight through the crowd and came to the clergy lounge behind the prayer hall. He quietly looked through the books in the Church of Knowledge in front of the rows of bookshelves in the lounge.

After a while, the sound of the creaking door and footsteps came from behind.

Renekton walked to the desk with the book in his hand and greeted Luca Brewster who entered the lounge:

"Good afternoon, Bishop Luca."

While he was speaking, an invisible servant holding a square metal iron box walked out from behind him.

Renekton took the square iron box from the invisible servant and handed it to Luca Brewster across from him. He nodded lightly at the other person and said with a smile:

"This is a reward from the church. I hope you won't mind that I delayed my return to the Pas Valley for two weeks."

"It seems that my prediction is indeed correct." Luca Brewster, whose hair was completely white, sighed and took the iron box.

After removing the spiritual wall on the iron box, he opened it directly. After calmly gazing at the characteristics of the "Dream Weaver", he closed the iron box again, shook his head and chuckled:

"Although I know it's unlikely to be the 'Insighter', I always have some expectations before seeing it."

"But fortunately, 'Dream Weaver' is also a good choice for me. I have some understanding of the realm of the mind and dreams."

Renekton nodded slightly and asked, "Do you need me to help you prepare for the ceremony?"

Luke Bruce slowly shook his head and said: "No, the promotion of the 'Dream Weaver' needs to be carried out in deep dreams with extremely strong emotions and desires. It is difficult for outsiders to provide help. I will pray to my Lord before the promotion begins. bless."

"Okay." Renekton chuckled and nodded, paused for half a second, and then added: "You can concentrate on preparing for your promotion. I will take over your affairs temporarily. Of course, not for too long. I Not very skilled at a bishop’s job.”

"Actually, with your rank and status, even if you stay at the church headquarters, you will still have at least one archbishop. The church values ​​knowledge rather than age." Bishop Luke responded with a chuckle.

Renekton slowly shook his head and expressed his opinion:

"Isn't it too miserable to stay in one place all the time? I still think it's better to be free like this now."

After a brief exchange, Renekton bowed to Bishop Luca and said goodbye.

As he straightened his back, his body disintegrated little by little, disintegrating into streams of complex and pure knowledge, surging out of the church like a torrent.

In the evening, in a manor growing coffee beans on the outskirts of Impas, Renekton's figures gathered and reorganized in the torrent of information.

As soon as his figure emerged, a gray-furred lop-eared rabbit wearing a metal belt, wrist guards, helmet and shoes fell from the air with its face on the ground.

"Woo~"

"Boss, help me, my neck seems to be cramped."

On the ground, Bugs Bunny, who had crashed into the dirt and was stuck upside down, was kicking randomly in the air with his short legs.

The corners of Renekton's mouth twitched slightly, and he raised his hand to create an invisible hand, pulling Bugs Bunny out of the ground like a carrot and throwing it aside.

Bugs Bunny stood up from the ground unsteadily, pressed his two fleshy paws on the head with the metal helmet, and twisted it slightly with skillful movements. The bones on his body made a creaking sound, and his stiff neck became stiff. Back to normal.