Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Above the gray fog, Klein, leaning back in the high-back chair belonging to The Fool, exuded gloom, depression, loss, confusion, and depression, and looked like he had no interest in anything.

If it weren't for the gray fog, Renekton had no doubt that Klein would have lost control. His condition after being promoted to "Trickster" was not very good.

"Did you already know this?"

Klein's tone was very firm. He didn't say what he knew, but he believed that Renekton could understand what he wanted to express.

Renekton nodded and said calmly:

"If you mean this is Earth, I knew it from the beginning."

At the top of the mottled long table, Klein was angry, confused, and finally sighed deeply:

"That's right, you haven't been hung before."

"I should have thought of it a long time ago, but I just didn't want to admit it and always subconsciously avoided the question."

Renekton tapped the edge of the table lightly with his right hand, making a thudding sound. Fragments of starlight overflowed from where his fingers tapped, spreading out in an invisible ripple, "calming" Klein's increasingly intense and extreme emotions.

After two seconds of silence, he lowered his voice and said:

"Time is a distance that is more difficult to cross than space. However, when you have the authority over history, you can at least look back into the past. Would that make you feel better?"

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After letting out a long breath, Klein looked at Renekton expressionlessly and asked in a flat tone:

"Besides me and Roselle, who else is a time traveler? Or who else is a relic from the ancient times?"

"Two people you are very familiar with." Renekton curled his lips and said:

"'Goddess of the Night' Amanesis, and 'Ancient Sun God'."

Klein stared in surprise. He did have some doubts about the identity of the "Ancient Sun God", but he did not expect that the "Goddess of Night" whom he had come into contact with from the very beginning would also be one of the travelers.

After a moment of calming down, he murmured:

"Goddess. No wonder."

"So, the goddess noticed me from the beginning?"

"If she hadn't intervened, you would have been killed."

Renekton half leaned back in his chair and answered leisurely. He did not hide anything from Klein's question.

Neither of them spoke again. After a long silence, Renekton leaned forward and sighed:

“Time cannot be reversed. No matter how the world changes, we will move forward and can only move forward.”

"But before that, you need a psychiatrist."

"I've already made an appointment with Miss Justice." Klein nodded calmly.

Renekton nodded slightly and changed the subject. He reached into his pocket and took out the card of blasphemy that he had brought with him to this gray fog. He casually threw it on the table in front of Klein and said:

"Medici gave it to you. You can use it to play dress-up games."

Klein reached out and took the card in his hand, and whispered the small words in the upper left corner:

"Sequence 0: 'Red Priest'."

With the infusion of spirituality, the message hidden in the cards is revealed:

"The Red Priest's ritual requires: Start a war that sweeps across the continent, gain enough victories, and take the potion in the grief and joy of victory."

He thought of a page of Roselle's diary that he had read before, which contained Roselle's speculation about the "Red Priest":

"Red" refers to the red of war, and the priest can be understood as a priest of the essence of power.

As long as the "Red Priest" exists, it will naturally affect the people around it, causing them to become inflated and evolve into violent conflicts. If desired, this influence can also turn into pollution.

Placing the Red Priest card upside down on the table in front of him, Klein half leaned back in his chair and sighed:

"Too bad it's not the Fool card."

Renekton leaned back slightly and said calmly:

"The Blasphemous Card is on the main peak of the Honachis Mountains. It must be that a certain holder was attracted there, but ultimately failed to come out."

"What's there in the Honachis Mountains? It shouldn't just be the birthplace of the Antigonus family as you said before."

Klein murmured softly, then asked.

Renekton did not hide anything and said frankly:

"Antigonus, who was barely considered a 'fool', went mad and was sealed there by the 'Goddess of Night'."

“Half of the Fool.” Klein’s already bad expression froze, and he could vaguely see transparent insects wriggling under his skin.

After a while, he pulled the corner of his mouth and chuckled:

"He can be called half of the 'Fool'. He has surpassed the average Angel King and mastered the uniqueness and two or three copies of the Sequence One Extraordinary Characteristics?"

Renekton nodded calmly and said:

"Two, but now He only has one copy of the 'Secret Servant' characteristic left. The other has been taken away by Zaratul."

“I see.” Klein nodded slightly, slowly exhaled a long breath, and asked the next topic with a very restrained tone and emotion:

"Can you tell me what happened before? What happened when I was hunting Ince Zangwill?"

Renekton looked at Klein deeply. His mental state had deteriorated again. He looked like he might collapse into a pile of wriggling insects at any moment and lose his human form.

Bits of starlight emanated from between his fingers, echoing in this ancient and magnificent palace above the gray fog, with the effect of soothing and purifying the soul.

Klein sat back in the high-back chair, letting the starlight slide over him and dispelling his pent-up emotions.

After feeling that he had recovered a little, Klein raised his hand and spoke in a calm voice:

"I won't lose control so quickly. Although my spirits are not very good, I have a clearer control over myself."

"Hehe, I should say that since my mental problems began, I feel much more energetic."

"You should look in the mirror when you say that. The spiritual worms beneath your skin can no longer be hidden."

Renekton sighed and paused. He stopped dwelling on this topic and leaned lazily against the back of his chair, telling Klein about the grand drama he and the True Creator had planned:

"When you were hunting Ince Zangwill, Erehog, well, that is Angerwede's current identity, and I, "He", and Ouroboros were fighting with the Amon brothers for 0-08."

At the end of the story, Renekton pursed his dry lips, leaned forward slightly, and said with excitement in his tone:

"The final result is that the 'Storm Lord' descended, and the attempt to stop him failed. The 'True Creator' escaped from the seal of the God-Forsaken Land and descended to the southern continent. Adam sacrificed himself to merge with the 'True Creator' and fell into a deep sleep. The best psychiatrist in the world had to treat his own psychological problems in his dreams."

“A self-healing psychologist?” Klein sighed noncommittally, then continued:

"Adam is not the child of the 'Ancient Sun God', but an identity that he separated with the power of the 'Dreamer', a backup for resurrection, just like Angerwede left behind Erihog?"

"No wonder he is an angel of fantasy. I should have thought of this when I saw Angerwede."

Klein let out a long breath, looked down at the gold-shell pocket watch he had materialized, and smiled at Renekton:

"Let's stop here for today. It's time for the psychological treatment that Miss Justice and I agreed on."

Renekton nodded calmly, and a deep red light rose around him, dissolving his body and carrying his spirit out of the space above the gray fog.

After looking around the empty hall, Klein stood up from his chair and materialized a small room separated by wooden boards on the side of the hall, where Miss Justice would help him treat his psychological problems.

After sitting down on the other side of the small room, Klein raised his hand and pulled Audrey, who had already scheduled a time, into the gray fog.

In a manor outside Impas, Renekton strolled out of the spirit world and just happened to see Anderson standing in front of the bathroom mirror, holding a dull black short blade in his hand, gesturing at his lower abdomen.

After staring at Anderson for two seconds, Renekton nodded expressionlessly.

"Remember to clean up the blood after committing suicide, so as not to dirty my bathroom."

Anderson's mouth twitched twice, and he complained speechlessly:

"If I commit suicide, how can I clean up the blood? Will I become a zombie or a ghost?"

"If you don't mind turning into a zombie, I can help you."

Renekton nodded, and as he spoke, he threw the miniature strange helmet wrapped in transparent amber at Anderson and said:

"This is the characteristic of the Iron-Blooded Knight. You only need to complete the promotion, and you can absorb the excess characteristics in your body through your own status."

"Can you see that?" Anderson looked down at his lower abdomen, then looked up at Renekton.

"Well, it's been almost two months." Renekton nodded slightly and made a joke.

Anderson was speechless for a long time, and only uttered one sentence: "This is not pregnancy."

Renekton nodded indifferently and turned to walk towards the manor hall. During this process, a transparent, headless, paper-thin undead creature emerged from under the floor and led the way for Renekton like a personal maid.

Following the undead maid all the way to the reception room on the side of the hall, Renekton saw a woman wearing the robe of a clergyman of the Church of Evernight.

The other person looked to be around 30 years old, well-maintained, with shiny skin, dark black hair, and heavy eye shadow, as if to cover up non-existent dark circles.

Seeing Renekton coming over, she took the initiative to stand up, tapped her chest four times, drawing the shape of a crimson moon, and saluted gently:

"Good morning, Mr. Tynes. I am Ilia, the senior deacon of the Church of Night who is in charge of the affairs of the southern continent."