Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Golden water flowed out from the mouth of the pot and converged in mid-air to form a golden human figure full of distortion and chaos.

The golden figure floated in the air, looking down at Renekton, and said calmly:

"You only have one wish. I will give you the remaining two only after you fulfill your promise."

"Also, your wish should not be too complicated, nor beyond my ability. I am only using the 'miracle worker' property of this lamp to interfere with reality. I cannot fulfill wishes of too high a level, unless you are willing to send me back to the starry sky."

Renekton nodded and said nonchalantly:

"Given the strength of this lamp, even if I can't use it to make wishes, I can use it as a shield."

Then he turned his gaze to Bernadette and said thoughtfully:

"Bonova has come to the South Continent. Steam may arrange for him to do something later. You can go find him. When the situation becomes chaotic, Steam will not pay too much attention to him. It will be a good time for you to chat about sibling topics."

Bernadette nodded slightly and said nothing more. Her figure instantly faded away and decomposed into streams of information, passing through the forest woven by green vines and wandering into the distant spirit world.

As Bernadette left, the surrounding green vines quickly retracted and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Renekton looked at the Djinn still floating in the air and chuckled:

"Do you have the confidence to pull down a true God from the Kingdom of God? Or, to make Him and His Kingdom of God come into reality together?"

The golden figure floating in the air said with a slightly mocking tone:

"Are you kidding me? I am just a helpless and pitiful genie trapped in a lamp."

"What? You want to pull the 'God of Steam and Machinery' down from the Kingdom of God, and then kill Him with the strength of numbers?"

Renekton shook his head slowly and said, "I was just wondering if Adam, who has lost the chance to become a Visionary, would choose the other extreme."

"What extreme?" the Lamp God asked in surprise.

“You’ll see then.”

Renekton sighed and did not answer the question. He tapped the lamp wall twice with his right index finger. The lamp spirit floating in the air snorted coldly, and the golden figure turned into a stream of light golden water and retracted into the kettle-shaped lamp.

Renekton looked up at the highest point of the spiritual world, at the seven slowly flowing pure lights. After a moment of silence, his figure holding the golden wishing lamp gradually faded away and disintegrated into streams of pure knowledge, roaming quickly in the spiritual world in the form of a torrent of information.

In a hotel in Kukwa City, Uttar Pradesh, Klein took out the radio receiver that was placed above the gray fog and placed the front one on the table.

With a clattering sound, a piece of illusory white paper was spit out by the radio receiver, on which were written lines of neat Loenese words:

"Supreme, great, and eternal master, your humble, loyal servant Arrodes comes at your call."

"Great Master, you have questions for me, right?"

Klein nodded calmly, and after two seconds of silence, he asked:

"Is there any way to digest the potion faster?"

"Better acting." On the illusory white paper, a few black words were printed out.

Looking at the answer from the Magic Mirror Arrodes, Klein was silent at first, then he exhaled slowly.

Ince Zangwill showed up too early, and my Puppet Master potion hasn't been fully digested yet.

Al should have had some foresight. He urged me to quickly gather the ingredients for the potion, probably so that I could kill Ince Zangwill and successfully complete the ritual of ascending to demigod.

However, in my current state, I may not be able to kill Ince Zangwill, who is already a demigod and has a 0-08 record, and my digestion progress is far behind the original. Even if I complete a wonderful performance, it is not enough unless there are additional gains.

It seems that I have been involved in a long-planned conspiracy. Klein quickly gathered his thoughts and stopped himself from thinking further. After sighing in his heart, he looked at the radio receiver in front of him and asked again:

"Do you think I should go to Port Berens?"

This time, Arrodes did not give an immediate answer. The radio receiver kept beeping, and the illusory piece of white paper was spit out and swallowed back by it in a complicated manner.

After a long while, it finally presented the complete answer:

"Great and Supreme Master, I cannot see the answer to this question"

"There are too many eyes and too many wills. It seems like a stage has been set up, waiting for the performers to arrive."

"Great Master, I can only say that the risk and reward are directly proportional at this time, but the specific decision depends on what you think. If you want to go, my suggestion is that you first find some reliable allies, such as the seven pure lights in the spirit world. In the spirit world, they not only have status, but also strength."

In the spirit world, that is to say, once they leave the spirit world, the power that the seven lights can exert is very limited? Yes, the seven lights do not seem to correspond to any sequence path. They do not have the support of extraordinary characteristics, and their power should come from the spirit world itself.

As his thoughts drifted, Klein looked at the radio receiver in front of him and nodded slightly:

"That's it for today."

"Okay, my great and wise master, as you expected, in a little while, some people will look at me."

"Your loyal servant Arrodes is always waiting to serve you~"

Why didn't you say so earlier? Klein muttered in his heart, and then quickly threw the radio receiver back into the pile of debris above the gray fog.

After putting away the telegraph machine, he also did some divination above the gray fog. The yellow crystal pendant that appeared in his hand swayed in a large arc at different speeds.

The danger is great, but the probability of encountering danger fluctuates, whether it is because the information is not constant, or many things cannot be predicted. After his thoughts diverged for a while, he spread out his spirituality to wrap himself and left the gray fog.

After communicating with "Red Light" El Moria using the improved secret ceremony, he boarded the steam train to Port Berens.

From a rational point of view, for my own safety, I should stay away from there and kick Anderson out of the Tarot Club to avoid unnecessary trouble and danger. But people can't always remain rational. I need to take revenge on Ince Zangwill, help Leonard who has been forced to get involved, and solve the problem of Tarot Club members being targeted by Amon.

As the steam train started, he looked out the window at the trees that were beginning to retreat and sighed.

In Porto Berens, Anderson, who had changed the location for street performance, looked at the two pitiful banknotes in the upside-down tricorn hat in front of him and sighed helplessly.

He quickly packed up his things and put on the tricorn hat. He turned around to look at Danitz who had been following him and asked curiously:

"What are you doing? Why are you following me all the time? Do you want to change jobs and follow me? Or are you attracted by my ordinary handsome appearance?"

Anderson took two steps back in a big reaction, looking at Danitz with a horrified expression.

"Shit! My heart will always belong to the Captain."

Danitz's face turned dark instantly, and he looked disgusted. He wanted to punch the other person on the head twice.

But what should I do? I remember that I seemed to have something to do. It must be because I was under too much pressure from studying on the ship, which caused my memory to decline. Forget it, since I can't remember it, it's not an important thing.

Danitz quickly convinced himself, then looked up at Anderson, only to find that he had already left him and walked towards the tavern. He cursed and trotted after him.

Looking for a place where they were not paying attention, a crow with white eye shadow happened to fly across the sky.

At the location where Anderson had just performed on the street, a black ant emerged from the shadows. This ant also had a circle of white eye shadow on its right eye.

The ant stared at the direction Anderson left and made a subtle, barely audible sound:

"There was no reaction at all. He was quite calm."

After a two-second pause, the ant seemed to have discovered something interesting. It turned its head, looked at the tall people around it, and whispered:

"Interesting, the evil spirit of Medici has come with the quill, the show is about to begin."

As it spoke, the ant suddenly fell down and died silently. A faint white light ball separated from its body and quickly merged into the void and disappeared.

In a warehouse at the docks of Port Berens, Ince Zangwill, a man with dark gold hair and dark blue eyes that were almost black, walked out of the spirit world.

His facial features were like those of a classical sculpture, without a single wrinkle. His only remaining eye glanced coldly around, and after confirming that there were no other creatures or spirits around, he whispered:

"Why did you come here? This has seriously deviated from my goal and is getting further and further away from Ilia, the senior deacon of the Church of Evernight."

The next moment, a bright red color appeared in Ince Zangwill's eyes, and his face was stained with some madness. His lips kept opening and closing, and he made a hoarse voice:

"The positions of hunter and prey may switch at any time. Before each hunt begins, you need to wait patiently."

"Without my help, even with that quill, it would be difficult to hunt down a saint who is being watched by the night."

"Besides, that pen is not as obedient as you think. It has been making small moves since it came to the southern continent. You don't think that what you saw is all, do you? You stupid and pitiful creature."

Ince Zangwill's face, which looked like a classical sculpture, was stained with a hint of darkness. He lowered his eyes and glanced at the black classical feather pen in his hand, sneering:

"We all have secrets and agendas, don't we?"