Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Above the gray fog, Klein's expression became extremely solemn. He didn't try to do anything else. The lightning just now was just a stress reaction and test after seeing Amon. Amon, who was parasitic on Danitz, was not so easy to get rid of.

The test just now had made him realize that this clone of Amon retained considerable strength and could easily steal the lightning he struck with the Scepter of Poseidon.

"It's still the priest who always has a warm smile. He seems to be able to see Amon who is parasitic on Danitz. He can still get along with Amon so closely. He must be no ordinary person."

With a sigh, Klein gave Anderson a normal response and then cut off the connection. He then threw the scene he had just seen through the prayer light and shadow into the crimson star representing Renekton.

A moment later, the crimson star representing Renekton spread out ripples. As Klein extended his spiritual power to touch the crimson star, words in the Hermetic language floated in the air:

"Amon and Adam, you'd better pray to the night and say that Adam brought Amon here as well."

The crimson words floated in the air for a while before disappearing spontaneously. Klein sat back on the high-backed chair at the top of the mottled long table with a solemn expression.

"That blond priest is Adam? He is a little different from what I imagined. He gives people a very warm feeling. He doesn't understand the oppressive feeling after 0-08 at all."

"The demigod in the audience that Anderson provoked was Adam's subordinate. He was more unlucky than I thought. What did Adam or his subordinates do to Anderson? And why did they bring him to the Southern Continent? Anderson is only a Sequence Five. He would definitely not be favored by Adam, the Angel King."

"Anderson replaced the pirate he hunted. His spirituality is unusually active. Is this a bit like a fishing bait to attract a certain hunter?"

Klein thought of the red angel evil spirit in Backlund's underground ruins. Only the evil spirit of the former angel king was worthy of Adam preparing bait for him.

As his thoughts drifted, Klein thought of Ince Zangwill, who was possessed by an evil spirit. He murmured in a daze:

"Is Ince Zangwill possessed by the evil spirit of the Red Angel? Did he come to the Southern Continent because of the influence of the evil spirit, or to seek a solution to the evil spirit possession?"

"What kind of help can I get by praying to the goddess? More information? Or quietly influence Ince Zangwill so that he can be eliminated by the Red Gloves before he falls into Adam's trap?"

Thinking of this, Klein immediately made a decision, spread his spirituality to wrap himself, and left the gray fog.

Inside a hotel in Kukwa, Uttar Pradesh.

Klein opened his eyes and stood up from the armchair. He subconsciously looked around and was relieved only after confirming that there was nothing unusual.

"Fortunately, I didn't stay in Port Berens all the time, otherwise I would have encountered Amon head-on."

While sighing, he quickly searched the room for the remaining materials from his last prayer to the artificial god of death, and prayed to the goddess of night who had mastered the uniqueness of the "god of death".

After praying and waiting for a while, he still didn't get a response from the Goddess of Night. Klein sighed helplessly and had to pack up and end his prayer.

Then he dug out a pen and paper and quickly wrote a letter to Leonard and the grandfather in his body, suggesting that Leonard could ask the grandfather for a few Time Worms.

In less than ten minutes, the messenger lady with four heads placed Leonard's reply in front of him.

After leaving the letter, the messenger did not leave immediately. The four heads and eight eyes in her hands kept staring at Klein, until Klein's scalp went numb. Then she said:

"Recently." "Don't." "Call." "Me"

"why?"

Klein looked at the messenger lady in surprise. He was just thinking about whether to ask the messenger lady to help him hunt down Ince Zangwill, but he didn't say anything because his current financial situation was really bad.

The four blond, red-eyed heads in the messenger's hand spoke one by one:

"Shea" is "looking for me."

Klein nodded solemnly and said, "Okay, I understand."

"goodbye."

The head of the messenger lady that had been unable to speak just now suddenly spoke a word, and then her body disappeared transparently in front of Klein.

Huh~ Klein let out a long breath and frowned.

“How come all these problems broke out at once?”

While sighing, he shook the letter in his hand and displayed the contents in front of him. There were only a few words:

"I'm already in Port Berens."

"In addition, the old man entered a deep sleep in order to avoid the sight of Amon who might be around. He was also unwilling to waste extra energy at this time to separate the Time Worm."

“This…” Klein opened his mouth and swallowed the words back.

In the dock area of ​​Port Berens, Renekton stepped on an ant that crawled to his feet.

There was a white circle at the right eye position of this ant. As it died, a pale white light that was difficult to see with the naked eye separated from its body and flew away into the distance.

Renekton sat on the guardrail on the coast, his eyes flashing with pure lavender light, taking in all the information of the entire Port of Berens.

"This city is full of Amons. They have been able to gather into an angel-level clone."

As he sighed, a piece of light yellow letter paper fell from the spirit world and he happened to pick it up. There were a few words scribbled on it:

"I'm in Port Berens, and Amon is here too!"

Renekton rubbed his right hand twice on the pale yellow paper, and a red flame suddenly shot up, quickly burning the paper into ashes, which then dissipated into the air with the sea breeze.

After burning the letter, Renekton turned around on the railing and looked at the sea ahead, with a deep silver color appearing and disappearing in his eyes.

In mid-air, a seagull with dark eyes circled a few times and then fell into the shadow under Renekton's feet with the wind.

The shadow suddenly came alive, flowing and wriggling like water, and words made of scarlet flesh and blood emerged from it:

"Due to some coincidences and the intensification of conflicts between the parties, the Rose School joined forces with the Highland Kingdom and the Hagati Kingdom to attack the Pass River Valley. I cannot leave here for the time being. Others cannot resist the influence of the Mother Tree of Desire with the help of Tolzna."

Renekton lowered his eyes to look at the lines of words emerging from the dark shadows, and said in a low voice without any expression:

"This is expected. Are there any movements from Intis and the Church of Steam?"

The words made up of scarlet flesh and blood in the shadows began to wriggle again, and soon formed new sentences:

"Bonois Gustave appeared in the Harvest Plains area of ​​East Balam."

This speech paused for about two seconds, and the scarlet flesh and blood quickly melted into the shadow, and the wriggling shadow also calmed down, as if nothing had happened and nothing was left.

"Bonova has come to the southern continent. Did Steam discover something, or is it just testing?"

Renekton looked at the sea level in front of him and whispered a few words to himself. Suddenly, a crow with a white circle on its right eye landed on his shoulder, flapping its wings and looking at the place where the shadow had just moved.

Renekton tilted his head and glanced at the crow that was resting on his shoulder. He did not try to drive it away or kill it, but simply asked:

"What do you two want to do?"

The crow standing on his shoulder opened its mouth and spoke in Amon's voice:

"My paranoid brother wanted to get the last trait of 'writer', but he found that many people were hindering him, either overtly or covertly. Some of the cooperation he had reached with Hei Ye seemed no longer reliable. In order to prevent any accidents, he chose to seek help from me."

After a pause, Amon added:

"His condition was to help me find Pales."

"No wonder." Renekton's eyes flashed, and he added a layer of secret effect to himself silently.

The crow standing on his shoulder raised its wings, pressed the white eye circle on its right eye, and said in a very soft voice:

"You don't need to be so wary of me. After all, I'm just a Sequence 3 clone. If you reveal even a little information about my original body, I'll be contaminated by you."

"Heh" Renekton laughed and said nothing more. His body then became ethereal and disintegrated into streams of pure information, surging towards the sea.

The crow with white circles under its eyes landed on the guardrail, its figure blurred for a moment, and the next second it turned into the image of Amon wearing a long black windbreaker, black curly hair, black eyes, a broad forehead, and a thin face.

He looked at the torrent of information surging away, raised his right hand to the crystal monocle on his face, and curled the corners of his mouth:

"They actually left. Has Paris not arrived yet?"

While talking to himself, he glanced at the group of seabirds circling overhead.

Silently, a few white seabirds that happened to fly over his head had a dark circle under their right eyes.

After parasitizing a few seabirds, his figure suddenly became blurred and then disappeared on the dock.

Deep in the spiritual world, in an area surrounded by green pea vines, Renekton's figure quietly appeared here.

Before he could take a few steps forward, green vines drooped down and intertwined to form a swing suspended in the air, and Bernadette's figure appeared on the swing.

She looked at Renekton with some doubt, and then asked:

"How did you manage to get in here without making any noise?"

"My manipulation of information is stronger than that of the average 'Sage'." Renekton explained with a chuckle.

Bernadette nodded without comment, then handed over the wishing lantern that looked like a miniature kettle.

After Renekton took it, he reached out and knocked on the side of the Wishing Lamp twice, saying:

"It's time for you to fulfill your promise."