Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

In the Southern Continent, in the Church of Knowledge on the north bank of the Pass River Valley, Luca Brewster, who had been successfully promoted to "Dream Weaver", returned to his post.

He was wearing a plain white robe with brass threads, his gray hair was neatly styled, and his eyes were gray-green with a touch of light gold, very bright, like a calm lake, and could easily penetrate people's hearts.

In front of the desk in the bishop's lounge, Renekton stood up from his seat enthusiastically and congratulated Luca Brewster:

"Congratulations, Mr. Dreamweaver."

Luca Brewster smiled and nodded, a hint of helplessness flashed in his gray-green eyes and said:

"Although I can see that you are more happy to finally not have to deal with church affairs, I still appreciate your blessing."

"This 'Dream Weaver' characteristic does not include pre-sequences. This means that the extraordinary abilities I already possess have not changed much, and I don't have to worry about adapting to potions."

After a two-second pause, Luca Brewster walked to the stained glass window in the lounge, looked at the sunny sky outside, and pondered:

"Although the promotion went smoothly, I still saw some pictures during the promotion process, some pictures that I had never seen before. It was difficult for me to understand the meaning of those pictures for a while. They seemed to be related to certain existences before the catastrophe. "

When I was promoted, I saw some scenes before the cataclysm. The true Creator was sleeping deep in the spiritual world here, and He had already recovered the characteristics of the 'Dreamer' path. This was because some of His memories and thoughts were spread out and were Bishop Luca, who happened to be in a state of promotion, caught it?

As his thoughts floated around, Renekton asked curiously: "What kind of picture is it like?"

Luca Brewster briefly fell into memories, then slowly exhaled and described in a calm tone:

"The pictures in the dream are not continuous, with strong colors and abstract lines. They are more like a magnificent mural engraved on the wall."

"The center occupies most of the position is a majestic and towering mountain peak, surrounded by pure white light, like a holy light falling from the sky. Around the mountain peak are gray-white steps that go up to the top. There stands a huge The light on the left and right emanates from this huge cross.”

"Around the mountain peaks, there are many angels with wings on their backs. Farther away, giant dragons are roaring on the ground with shackles on their backs. Giants are struggling in the chains and boulders. On the dark sea, there are birds. The tentacles of feathers spread out, and in the shadow of the mural, in the darkness, ferocious eyes full of malice stared at the mountain surrounded by Ebi's light and angels. "

"That's all there is to it, it's closer to a revelatory dream, but obviously different."

After listening in silence, Renekton frowned slightly, then relaxed quickly. He pointed at the documents piled on the desk and chuckled:

"As a 'Dream Weaver', you should be better at interpreting the content of the picture than me, so I won't do more interpretation."

"As for the reason why you saw those screens when you were promoted, you will know after you finish processing these files."

Luca Brewster was startled for a moment, and then sighed: "It seems that a lot of things have happened in the Pass Valley during this period."

Renekton nodded calmly and said:

"Indeed, Mesanyes has recently been preparing to bring Uttar Pradesh under his rule, and he has come to see you several times."

"It seems that my promotion to 'Dream Weaver' is a wise choice. The affairs here have made me doubt whether a clone can handle it."

Luca Brewster sighed. In front of him, an illusory and transparent figure slowly emerged, as if he was looking into a mirror.

This figure that emerged out of thin air quickly became clear. He was wearing a priest's robe of the Church of Knowledge woven with books and eye patterns. His eyes were gray and green, and his face was exactly the same as Luca Brewster, but he felt younger, with a sullen expression on his face. He wears gold-rimmed glasses, and his temperament is more like that of a wise man precipitated in knowledge than a bishop of the church.

"Fortunately, I have extra 'scholar' characteristics in me. This status can quickly handle the affairs that have accumulated during this period."

Luca Brewster chuckled and sighed, then nodded gently towards his separated identity and said:

"I'm sorry to trouble you about the church's accumulated affairs. I'm going to see Mesanyes."

After waiting for his clone's response, Luca Brewster gently nodded to Renekton and said goodbye. He turned around and stepped back. The layers of light and shadow floating around him quickly submerged his figure and disappeared into the room.

The "Consciousness Walk" at the "Dream Weaver" level allows the physical body to enter the collective subconscious sea and swim.

Looking at Luca Brewster in the room who had already begun to look through the pile of documents on the desk, Renekton touched his nose in embarrassment. During the time when he took over the other person's position, he had only been really handling church affairs for the past two days.

After saying goodbye to the other party, he left the church directly and found a quiet place to wait for this week's Tarot meeting.

The time soon came to three o'clock in the afternoon. Renekton was discussing with Russell the feasibility of improving the second generation difference engine into a computer when he suddenly stopped.

Ignoring Russell's curious and questioning eyes, green vines hung down from the surroundings, quickly covering his body and creating a space isolated from reality around him.

"It's such a bad habit of slipping away mid-sentence."

Russell looked at the empty seat opposite, complained in a low voice, and then stood up and left the room.

Above the gray fog, in the ancient palace, rays of crimson light rose, and blurry figures quickly condensed on both sides of the mottled long table.

After briefly observing the surroundings and confirming that no new members had joined this week, "Justice" Audrey immediately stood up and saluted towards the top of the mottled long table:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"

During this process, "Justice" Audrey suddenly noticed that there was another card upside down on the table in front of Mr. "Fool".

Is there a new blasphemy card? Is this efficiency too high? While sighing in her heart, Audrey also began to guess which path this new blasphemy card represented.

Following the lead of "Justice" Audrey, everyone stood up and saluted, nodded to each other and then took their seats.

Afterwards, most people in the Tarot meeting looked at Cattleya the Hermit, and seemed a little curious whether she would provide Emperor Russell's diary today.

Ignoring the curious glances from around her, Cattleya turned to the top of the mottled long table, lowered her head and said:

"Dear Mr. Fool, I still haven't collected Russell's diary this week."

Sure enough, it seems that I can no longer get the diary from Bernadette in the future. No, the diary is no longer important to me. If I have any questions, I can ask Emperor Russell in person. Too many things have happened recently. Forgot to mention this.

As his thoughts floated around, Klein leaned back on the chair and said in a calm voice:

"It's okay. You don't need to collect diaries in the future. I already have the information you need."

After a pause, he added:

"You can still get some knowledge or help from me, but the payment is no longer a diary, it can be any other form of things, such as some secret but true information, some items with magical effects."

Now Mr. "Fool" no longer needs to collect Russell's diary. What information did he get from the diary? But no one submitted a diary last week? Is it a diary provided by Mr. Fool’s dependents or some forces directly affiliated with him? Thinking of this, "Justice" Audrey subconsciously turned her head and looked at the "world" at the bottom of the mottled long table.

Others who had the same behavior as her were the "Hermit", "The Hanged Man", and "The Chariot" and other members of the Tarot Club.

"Sun" Derrick was a little curious at the top of the mottled long table. He was very interested in the information Mr. "Fool" got from Russell's diary. He didn't know what kind of information it was, and it needed to be hidden where no one could see it. In the diary that you understand, Mr. Fool needs to collect it himself.

Thoughts passed by one after another, Derrick saluted the figure at the top of the mottled long table:

"As you wish!"

The rest of the Tarot Society quickly came to their senses and followed Derrick the Sun in perfect agreement and saluted:

"As you wish!"

"The Fool" Klein leaned back in his chair, nodded slightly and said, "You guys start."

After the words fell, he seamlessly controlled his trumpet "world", raised his hand and said:

"Guys, I have some magical items for sale."

Some? Klein's family background is quite rich. Yes, he hunted many pirates and pirate generals when he transformed into Gehrman Sparrow. Thoughts came to his mind one by one, and Leonard looked at the mottled long hair with interest. The "world" at the bottom of the table hopes that some of the magical items sold by the other party can meet your needs.

With the introduction of "The World" Gehrman Sparrow, several magical items he sold were quickly bought by "Justice" and "The Hanged Man".

The transaction session passed quickly. "Moon" Emlyn looked around and spoke first:

"Everyone, I have already met the big shot of our Vampire Clan. He is very optimistic about me and has given me some tests. If I pass the test, I will then serve as the spokesperson of the three Grand Dukes to start some cooperation with the allies of the Vampire Clan."

An ally of the Vampire Clan, is this guy going to be thrown to the Southern Continent? As a place where "Primordial Moon" believers gather, the Vampires are indeed more likely to be promoted in the Southern Continent, but they may also become extraordinary materials to help others advance.

As his thoughts floated around, Renekton nodded slightly towards Emlyn and said:

"Congratulations."