Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Russell glared at Renekton fiercely and said with gritted teeth:

"You win. One day, I will keep all the diaries secret and delete them from this world."

Renekton chuckled and reminded:

"This is the scope of authority of the 'Goddess of the Night', but unfortunately, you can't defeat her and you can't get the authority of 'Secret'."

Russell glared at him and said in a very unhappy tone:

"That's the end of this topic. Let's go. It just so happens that I haven't been to the Southern Continent for a long time, so I can revisit my old place."

"Also, Bernadette has become more and more disrespectful of my old father recently. I feel that we need some distance between us to maintain the beautiful father-daughter relationship."

Renekton looked at Russell opposite with pity. With Bernadette's character, running away would not solve the problem. Frankly speaking, he would be even worse off.

As if being irritated by Renekton's eyes, Rosal muttered with some dissatisfaction:

"What's that look in your face?"

Renekton smiled and said no more. He put the thumb and index finger of his left hand to his lips again and whistled.

Soon, the pumpkin carriage pulled by two fat mice appeared again on the deck of the "Dawn". The carriage door opened automatically and turned into a step to board the carriage.

Russell looked at the two fat rats, turned away with some disgust and said:

"Can you use something normal to pull the carriage? You've made a good fairy tale magic look like this. Children will have nightmares when they see it."

Renekton lowered his head and thought for two seconds, then retorted seriously:

"Isn't this appropriate? This is in line with the nature of fairy tales. This is an absurd and weird aesthetic!"

"Your childhood must be very different from other people's childhood." Russell sighed speechlessly.

In a few steps, he crossed a large distance on the deck and walked to the strange carriage.

In the Southern Continent, at Behrens Port in the northernmost part of West Balam, under the dim light of the street lights, a figure wearing a black double-breasted gown and a tall black hat walked out of the spirit world.

The hair color under the black top hat is dark gold, and the pupils are so blue that they are almost black, but one of them is blind, and a fiery red figure is reflected in the remaining eye.

This figure is none other than Ince Zangwill, a traitor from the Church of the Night. However, his current condition does not seem to be good. The evil spirit sealed in his body is too powerful and has taken away control of his body.

An exaggerated smile suddenly appeared on Ince Zangwill's face, the tip of his nose expanded slightly, and he greedily breathed in the smell of the air.

After a while, Ince Zangwill, who was under the control of the evil spirit, finally stopped his exaggerated movements and sighed to himself:

"I feel the breath of my Lord. Even if I don't actively look for him, someone will come to me soon."

"Haha, Sauron, Einhorn, you two idiots, after struggling for a long time, didn't you still follow me and walk in front of my lord?"

The next moment, a slightly illusory mouth appeared on Ince Zangwill's left cheek, and a sharp and hoarse voice came from it:

"The true Creator is still sealed in the Southern Continent. There are at most one or two of His dependents here. This doesn't affect anything."

As the words fell, a slightly unreal mouth appeared on the right cheek of Ince Zangwill, and he continued:

"Don't forget, without the cooperation of Sauron and I, you would have no way to control Ince Zangwill's physical actions."

Medici, who had taken the initiative, whispered disdainfully:

"Hey you two idiots, it's better for you to continue to be women. 'Hunter' is not suitable for you."

The next second, the illusory mouths on Ince Zangwill's left and right cheeks seemed to be irritated, and they were in a stalemate with Medici, who had taken the initiative.

The battle between the three evil spirits' consciousness caused Ince Zangwill's body to twist strangely. His left hand tore at the right face, his right hand tore at the left face, and his legs were pulled forward and backward, forming a straight line. .

Under the dim light of the street lights, this scene looked absurd and weird.

Near early in the morning, Renekton took Russell to the Pass Valley and handed him over to Grant, who would arrange work for him.

After Renekton left, Russell suddenly changed his expression and said as if chatting with an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time:

"You left the Church of Steam just to change places and continue to repeat this boring work?"

"Do you know that my daughter is also a 'sage' now, a Sequence 2 like you."

Grant rolled his eyes at this guy and said in a disgusting tone:

"It seems that dying once didn't teach you any lessons. You still deserve a beating just like before."

"If I had known that the person the little guy was talking about was you, I would have refused immediately."

Russell didn't seem to hear Grant's dislike, and laughed loudly: "Haha, little guy, which aspect do you mean he is smaller?"

Grant's expression changed, and she soon regained her composure. She looked at Russell, who was smiling obscenely, and said calmly:

"Do you need me to help you change into a mechanical body? It just so happens that I haven't separated the characteristics of the 'alchemist' yet."

"I'm talking about age. Why are you reacting so strongly? Is there anything you can't say?"

Russell waved his hands repeatedly, but before he finished speaking, there was a bang, and several metal coils like magnets flew out from the corner, tightly binding his mechanical body and hanging upside down from the ceiling.

"I remember you said you liked bondage games. As an old friend I haven't seen for a long time, I will fulfill your wish."

While speaking, Grant gently rubbed her fingers, and bits of starlight overflowed from her palms, outlining strange symbols in the air, and then submerged into Russell's mechanical body, absorbing the capabilities of this mechanical doll. Banned.

Ignoring Russell's shouts, she walked back to the bedroom on the second floor without looking back.

When Grant disappeared from sight, Russell distorted the extraordinary ability acting on himself and lowered himself from the ceiling.

He moved his body, and after seeing that there were no hidden dangers, he clicked his tongue and said:

"You are hundreds of years old and you still can't take a joke."

The next morning, Renekton had just finished breakfast and was about to see how the preparations for the ceremony required for his clone to be promoted to "Insighter" were underway. The shadows under his feet suddenly began to squirm spontaneously.

In Renekton's surprised eyes, the shadows flowed like water, forming a Dutan word on the ground:

Come to the Church of the Red Rose.

"What could possibly cause Saslier to come to me?"

While muttering to himself in a low voice, his body disintegrated little by little, disintegrating into streams of pure knowledge, penetrating the walls of the house and pouring out.

Along the river on the south bank of the Pas River Valley, a group of buildings with towering spires were built at some point. They are all mainly black, with dark red rose patterns painted on the walls, surrounded by an inverted cross.

The towering clock tower stands on the edge of the square surrounded by fountains, and the hour hand just points to the eight o'clock mark.

Boom~boom~

The melodious bells spread through the air, startling a group of gray pigeons resting on the top of the bell tower. As they went away, the bells echoed on both sides of the river.

In the square paved with gray and white marble below, several clergymen wearing black priestly robes with gold lines were distributing some simple food and some newspapers and books to the surrounding volunteers.

Renekton's figure quietly appeared in the square. His eyes briefly looked around at the surrounding crowd, and then walked straight to the gorgeous church in front.

After passing through a long corridor painted with thorns and murals, we arrived at the prayer hall. There are several stained glass windows high on the walls on both sides of the hall. The early morning sunlight can just penetrate in, leaving streaks of distinct colors above the prayer hall. Mark of.

The prayer hall was very quiet. There were no extra believers praying here. Saslier turned his back to Renekton and sat on the bench in the front, praying towards the statue of the god standing upside down on the cross.

Renekton stood quietly beside him for a while. After Sasriel finished praying, he spoke to him:

“This church was built quite quickly!”

"We do not belong to the Alliance of the Seven Gods and do not need to abide by their covenants." Saslier's voice was calm and rational.

Does it mean that you directly let extraordinary people work as construction workers, or even built this church yourself? Renekton raised his eyebrows and chuckled:

"That's true, and this is the Southern Continent."

After a pause, he continued to ask: "What did you find when you suddenly came to me?"

Sasril stood up from his seat, and the black robe with gorgeous accessories made a rustling sound. He held a pitch-black cane in his hands, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a shadow so rich that it could not be removed. .

He looked through the church wall to the north-west direction and sighed softly:

"Medici came to West Balam. He is currently staying in Uttar Pradesh. The consciousness of Soren and Einhorn conflicted with him, and they were in a stalemate there."

Renekton followed his gaze and looked out. His special status allowed him to see some colors of war gathering in the north.

After a two-second pause, he withdrew his gaze, looked at Saslier and said:

"What are you going to do? He can no longer be completely regarded as the Red Angel he once was."

After two seconds of silence, Saslier said in a low voice:

"You help me transfer the 'conqueror' characteristics to him, and he can choose the rest."

"The conflict between Amon and Adam was planned. The conflict between them has become irreconcilable. I have no position to interfere with this. He can choose to return to me or find new allies."

Renekton clicked his tongue twice and sighed with a sigh:

"It's really not easy. On one side you have a disobedient son, and on the other side you have the most loyal subordinate you ever had."