Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

In the steam train heading to Port Berens in Hitlon, the capital of Uttar Pradesh, a black classical feather pen, without anyone holding it, spontaneously wrote words in the Dragon language on a brown notebook on the dining table:

Mahmus of the Rose School failed to steal the mummy of Tutankhamun II, but accidentally found clues about the leader of the Temperance Faction, Renette Tinicole, and he passed the clues back to the Rose School.

Barranca (erased) who went to investigate, and the leader of the indulgence faction, "the evil god" Sua, who went to investigate, accidentally discovered Al Tynes' figure in the spiritual world. He decided to raid the other party and eliminate this "hidden danger".

Siea was too confident in his Sequence One strength, so he was easily teased by Al Tynes and left calmly.

During the pursuit, the "sun" of the spiritual world happened to rise here, so He lost the best chance of pursuit and had to give up helplessly.

This development makes sense!

After getting rid of the "evil god" S'a, Al Tynes decided to go to the Port of Berens. The unlucky Factor Zangwill also planned to go there. He would bring the evil spirit of Medici Soren Einhorn in his body to Al Tynes.

The consciousness of Soren and Einhorn wanted to stop him, but they were not as strong as Medici, so they could only work together to restrain him. The wonderful balance made the evil spirit Medici Soren Einhorn quiet down. Without additional interference, Ins Zangwill's operation to Port Berens would go smoothly.

This is a very reasonable development!

The classical feather pen suddenly fell down, as if the content it had just written had exhausted all its strength.

The window of the steam train was suddenly opened, and in the sound of the whimpering wind, the notebook that 0-08 had written in just now was flipping through the pages.

At some point, the paper on the notebook stopped, revealing the dazzling words in Dragon Language:

On a night when no one knew about it, Ince Zangwill unconsciously recited the name of my great father in his sleep. In a corner that no one noticed, the great "Dragon of Imagination" had already cast his gaze upon me.

In Port Berens, Anderson could finally communicate with the locals without any obstacles thanks to the language spell that Danitz got from the bishop of the local Church of Knowledge.

In the dock area, Anderson and Danitz, who had just finished lunch at a local restaurant, walked side by side on the street.

After moving aside to let who knows how many bicycles pass, Anderson curled his lips and grinned:

"Sometimes I really wonder if this is the poor and backward West Balam. Their food is even richer and more diverse than Feynaport in the Northern Continent, and the streets are full of bicycles for easy travel."

Danitz glanced at Anderson with disdain and said with an undisguised sense of superiority:

"It's already 1350 years ago. Don't look at the problems here with your outdated perspective. Times are changing, society is progressing, and these are all very normal phenomena."

"In the near future you will find that even ordinary people here will be able to travel by steam train or airship."

Anderson sneered and interrupted Danitz's endless chatter:

"Heh, that's not something you would say. Who did you hear that from?"

"Also, you know too much about the situation in West Balam, don't you? Edwina has not been active at sea recently. Has your Golden Dream changed its business?"

Danitz shook his head repeatedly and said:

"Of course not. We just found a good part-time job while we're looking for treasures."

"You don't know how dangerous the sea is right now. I just received a message from Blue that Admiral Hell Ludwell was killed by German Sparrow near the Raging Sea."

"That guy boarded the 'Black Tulip' alone. There was no fight. He just stared at Ludwell for a while, and then the 'Admiral of Hell' turned into a zombie and was taken away by him."

Danitz's description was so vivid that Anderson began to doubt whether it was real news or just something he made up to attract attention.

It should be true. With this guy's IQ, he can't come up with such a wonderful plot. But if you look at it this way, Gehrman Sparrow has become stronger again? Isn't this too outrageous? When we last met, he had just been promoted to Sequence 5. Anderson crossed his arms in front of his chest, and his expression gradually became serious.

In a trance, he seemed to hear a sigh beside him.

Anderson looked around suspiciously. Apart from Danitz, there was no one else around him.

Strange, am I hallucinating? Anderson scratched his head and thought about it briefly. He put the question behind him and unconsciously forgot the memory a little bit.

On the outskirts of Port Berens, Renekton walked out of the spiritual world. He stood in the distance and stared at the port city for a while, feeling inexplicably strange in his heart.

Why did I think of coming here? As the thought turned to his mind, his eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of silver, and his eyes became extremely deep, losing focus and looking blank.

This state lasted for less than two seconds, and his eyes became clear again.

"It's interesting that I met Ince Zangwill here. It doesn't seem like an arrangement Adam would make. Is that the quill or Angerweed?"

He muttered a few words to himself, and suddenly green vines hung down from the air, completely submerging his figure.

The time soon came to three o'clock in the afternoon. Leaning on a bench made of vines, Renekton raised his head slightly. A thick gray mist quickly surged in his eyes, and the deep red light flooded his sight like a tide.

When his vision cleared again, he had arrived at the ancient and magnificent palace above the gray fog and sat on the high-backed chair belonging to the "White Tower".

Audrey, Justice, stood up first and headed towards the top of the mottled long table. She lifted her skirt and saluted.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."

After everyone finished their greetings and salutes, Cattleya turned sideways and saluted Klein, the Fool, who was at the head of the mottled long table.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fool, I still haven't collected Emperor Roselle's diary this week."

"Yeah." Klein maintained a calm tone and nodded slightly.

It seems that the "Mysterious Queen" really doesn't plan to continue giving me the diary. What happened made her suddenly change her mind? As his thoughts floated, Klein subconsciously looked at Renekton who was sitting in a high-back chair. He subconsciously thought that this matter might be related to the other party.

Noticing Klein's gaze, Renekton turned his head and chuckled and nodded at the "World" at the bottom of the mottled long table.

Audrey, who habitually paid attention to and observed everyone, noticed this scene. She subconsciously used her mind to interpret the covert actions between Renekton and Klein. Mr. White Tower and Mr. World seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding. Could this matter be related to Ms. Hermit no longer contributing Roselle's diary?

As she was thinking, she heard Mr. Fool at the head of the mottled long table chuckle and announce that today’s Tarot Club had officially begun.

Emlyn the Moon couldn't wait to cough twice, attracting everyone's attention. He then looked at Renekton, raised his chin slightly and said:

"I have become a Viscount!"

"Do you have any information about the 'Witch King' or artificial vampires of the same level?"

"You don't have to say that. I can see that." Renekton teased Emlyn with a smile. Seeing a blush on his cheeks, he chuckled and answered his question.

"I only know of two 'Witch Kings'. They both joined the Rose School. One was the former 'Crimson Queen', and the other was Karaman, the compiler of the occult book that 'World' sold to Miss 'Justice'."

"The former has been killed by the Church of Storms, and his corresponding characteristics have been recovered by them. The latter is probably still recovering from his injuries. He was recently injured by the 'Founder of the Nation' in Loen during the operation to seize the mummy of Tutankhamun II in Loen's Pritz Harbor."

"There must be demigod-level vampire monsters in the God-Forsaken Land, but you probably can't afford them."

"Besides, you haven't paid back even one tenth of your debt to me."

For the first time, Emlyn felt the emotion of embarrassment so clearly. His cheeks turned red again, his head drooped slightly, and he said in a somewhat disappointed tone:

"I'm just asking in advance so that I can make plans. If I rely on the internal channels of the blood clan, I don't know how many hundreds of years it will take for me to become an 'earl'."

After a pause, he added:

"The Viscount is already a Sequence 5 Beyonder. I have enough ability to repay my previous debts. It won't take more than this month at most!"

After two seconds of silence, Klein manipulated his trumpet “World” and spoke in a hoarse voice:

"You can try to pray to the ancestor of your blood race. Perhaps He will directly grant you the characteristics of the 'Witch King'."

If you are really the vampire chosen by Lilith, He shouldn't mind a little investment and training. I can also take the opportunity to know the status of this vampire ancestor.

Emlyn's face froze, and he said helplessly:

"Except for occasional revelations, the First Ancestor rarely responds to our prayers, let alone requests."

The transaction process was over quickly, and the sequence advancement of everyone in the Tarot Club seemed to have reached a bottleneck. They were busy acting and digesting things and did not have many demands.

With the reminder from Klein the Fool, today's Tarot Club will soon enter the free exchange session.

Renekton turned his head to look at the gloomy "world" at the bottom of the mottled long table, and chuckled:

"I found traces of Ince Zangwill."