Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

In Mr. Huang's hand, the book about the dragon stopped at the page with the city floating in the sky. While rubbing his fingertips, he said in a nostalgic tone:

"He is the only Ancient God who returned after death. Although he lost most of his characteristics, he also truly got rid of madness."

"In this day and age, 'He' can't find many allies. He will most likely use some help in exchange for the 'Demon King's' help from a distance."

After a pause, he continued:

"It's the same with Adam. Apart from Amon, he has no other reliable allies. But when facing him, he needs to be careful of those who are involved in the dispute for various reasons, either openly or secretly."

"In Adam's quest for 0-08, you can use the power of the storm and the sun at the critical moment."

"Due to their own reasons, Dark Night and Omibella don't have much energy to interfere with reality. The positions of Badhair and Steam are not clear, but they may not be willing to help Adam. They will most likely only try to test the waters from the side."

Renekton nodded after pondering for a moment, and said calmly:

"So, in the 0-08 battle, the only ones who really appeared on the scene as the main force were the Angels who had already chosen their camp."

Mr. Huang lowered his eyes slightly, glanced at the glass bottle of water from the "River of Everdarkness" in Renekton's hand, and said in a calm tone:

"Aren't you ready? Even the King of Angels doesn't dare to confront the influence of the 'River of Eternal Darkness' head-on."

"You should leave now. Ince Zangwill, the center of the storm, is approaching Port Berens."

"So fast?"

Renekton asked in surprise. According to his previous prediction, it would take Ince Zangwill at least several days to escape to the Port of Berens while being chased by the demigod of the Iron Knights.

Mr. Huang's eyes darkened for a moment, then quickly returned to normal. He smiled calmly and said:

"The high-sequence characteristics of the 'Hunter' pathway appeared there, passively speeding up the speed at which the evil spirits of Medici, Soren, and Einhorn were attracted there."

Renekton nodded slightly without saying anything more. His body instantly became ethereal and decomposed into streams of pure knowledge, which rushed out of the library in the form of a torrent of information and rushed towards the direction of Port Berens.

During this process, he triggered the aura left by Sefirah Castle on his body and passed the information about Ince Zangwill to Klein.

Above the gray fog, in the magnificent ancient palace, Klein sat on the high-backed chair that belonged to The Fool with a somewhat tired look on his face.

"I just left, why are you looking for me again?"

As he complained, his spirituality spread out and touched the crimson star that was expanding and contracting abnormally.

The crimson light spread out in ripples, forming a string of Hermetic words in midair:

"Ince Zangwill is about to arrive at Port Berens. Amon will most likely appear there as well. You can observe Anderson above the gray fog."

Amon! Wasn't he in Backlund? Why did he have another clone coming to the Southern Continent? Klein's expression suddenly turned ugly. Whether Amon's target was him or Pales who was parasitic on Leonard, it was not good news.

"Should I give up this chance for revenge? What's wrong with Anderson? Is he also being parasitized by Amon?"

After taking a deep breath and calming himself down, he materialized the fake "world" and asked him to make up a reason to contact Anderson and ask him to provide him with some information about the Misty Sea.

The transmission of this information needs to go through the "Fool". Anderson will definitely pray to him, and then he will be able to see what's happening to Anderson with the help of the prayer light.

After cutting the world's request into a video clip, he threw it towards the crimson star representing Anderson.

In the open square at the dock in Berens Harbor, Anderson continued his street art performance, while Danitz mocked him while cheering him on.

With the crisp sound of ding~ding~, several patterned gold coins were thrown into the tricorn hat that was lying upside down on the ground.

Anderson continued to play the harmonica and gave a thumbs-up to the generous guest.

Opposite him, a young gentleman wearing a neat black long wide tailcoat, a top hat of the same color, and holding a black cane with gold thread inlay smiled at him.

The young gentleman took back his right hand that had just thrown the gold coin, pressed the monocle on his right eye, and said in a very pleasant tone:

"I didn't expect to hear Intis's romantic songs in West Balam. It seems that my paranoid brother did not lie to me. I will gain something unexpected by coming here."

Anderson kept playing the flute, smiled and bowed to the generous gentleman in front of him, wondering whether he should stop the performance and talk to the gentleman. Perhaps if the other party was happy, he would give him a few more patterned gold coins.

At this moment, a thick gray fog suddenly surged in his field of vision, and a deep red light surged like a tide, quickly condensing into the gloomy and restrained image of "World" German Sparo, while the other party's voice echoed in his ears.

In front of him, Amon, who was dressed like a young gentleman, had a smile on his face. He raised his right hand holding his monocle, but then he held back and put it down.

He raised his head and whispered to himself somewhere in the sky:

"How interesting! I found you again."

Anderson, who had come to his senses, put the harmonica in his pocket, took a step forward, bent down, picked up the tricorne hat that was lying on the ground, and shook it gently twice.

Listening to the sound of gold coins colliding with each other, he pulled a happy smile at the corner of his mouth, looked at the generous gentleman in front of him and said:

"Sorry, my friend, today's performance ends here. I have earned enough money for drinks at the nearby pub."

It was not until Anderson put all the money in the tricorn hat into his pocket and walked quickly towards the tavern behind him that Danitz came to his senses. He quickly followed him and asked in confusion:

"Why don't you play two more songs? Maybe they will be so happy that they will reward you with a few gold coins with patterns."

Behind them, Amon took off the black top hat on his head and slowly walked to an empty bench nearby. He stood in front of the bench for a while, as if waiting for the person on the bench to make room for him.

Two seconds later, he sat on the right side of the bench, crossed his legs, with a smile on his face, and patted the non-existent dust on his hat while saying:

"There aren't many things that would make you contact me on your own initiative. Are you planning to kill the evil spirit of Medici as well?"

"Or maybe, something went wrong with your deal with Heiye, and something unexpected happened during the recovery of 0-08 that you couldn't solve?"

After sitting quietly for a few seconds, he looked to the right side of the empty bench, curled his lips in boredom and said:

“You’re so boring.”

As soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly disappeared, then reappeared at the end of the street, and then disappeared again.

In an unnoticed place, a few leaves were blown by the wind onto the empty bench, and then swept away by an invisible hand.

After entering the tavern, Anderson suddenly turned around and stared at Danitz who was following him for a long time. Suddenly, he spoke mysteriously:

"Do you know what is the most taboo thing in our line of work?"

"Taboo bad luck?" Danitz was stunned and said in confusion.

Anderson raised his index finger, waved it in front of Danitz, and said in a calm tone:

"No, it's taboo not to leave room for yourself. People have been generous once, why don't we give it to the target instead?"

Danitz stared at Anderson with a look on his face, asking, "Are you sick?"

"Are you stupid? Since you've been generous once, why can't you be generous twice more?"

Anderson didn't pay attention to this topic. He turned and walked towards the bar, and asked casually:

"Didn't you say yesterday that your captain wanted you to go to East Balam? Why aren't you leaving now, it's almost afternoon?"

"Going to East Balam? When did I say that? Did you remember it wrong?" Danitz scratched his head and looked at Anderson in confusion.

Above the gray fog, Klein held the Scepter of Poseidon in one hand and the Tyrant Card in the other. He looked seriously at the crimson star representing Anderson that was constantly emitting crimson ripples.

Taking a deep breath, he then spread out his spirituality and touched the crimson star. Crimson light surged out like a tide and quickly gathered in front of the magnificent hall to form a picture of Anderson praying.

Klein carefully looked at Anderson who was praying to him, confirming that there was no sign of Amon's parasite on his body, and there was nothing around him that was possessed by Amon.

"Apart from the abnormal spiritual activity in his body, there is nothing obviously abnormal about Anderson."

"No, this is a very obvious abnormality. He should have already passed the stage where he needed to play the role of digestion. His spirituality is restrained, and he would not be in a state like he just drank a magic potion."

While talking to himself, Klein zoomed out the picture to allow himself to see more of what he had just seen.

Then he saw Danitz in the room next to Anderson, and a priest in a simple white robe sitting with Danitz.

He had a light blond beard that covered the lower half of his face, eyes as clear and innocent as a baby's, a cross pendant hanging on his chest, and always had a warm smile on his face.

He was staring at Danitz, or more precisely, he was staring at Amon who was entangled in Danitz's spirit.

Noticing Klein's gaze, Amon, who was wrapped around Danitz's spirit like a long snake, suddenly looked up and stared at Klein. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said in a very polite tone:

"Long time no see. I didn't parasitize the little guy you chose this time."

Boom! Boom!

A huge thunder exploded out of nowhere, as if it was going to shatter people's eardrums, and the silver-white electric snake disappeared without a trace the moment it appeared.