Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Klein organized his words a little, and then responded:

"I need some information about creatures in the spiritual world, preferably ones with good intelligence and friendly to humans."

"No problem." El Moria, who was possessed by the paper man, nodded slightly in response, and then he added:

"Your Highness, do you need actual books, or will you receive information directly through a secret contract ceremony? If it is the latter, it is best to do it in batches. Information related to the spiritual world will be somewhat contaminated. If there is too much information , the pollution in it will accumulate beyond the tolerance limit of your body.”

After thinking for a moment, Klein asked again:

"If I were to pass this information on to the Hidden Sage, what do you suggest I do?"

"Red Light" El Moria hesitated for a moment, and then said:

"If it's that person, I suggest you do nothing. To a certain extent, it can be equated to knowledge itself. He has almost mastered most of the information in this world, which naturally includes the spiritual world and spiritual world creatures."

"I would like to ask, Your Highness, what do you want to do through the 'Hidden Sage', or what purpose do you want to achieve? I may have other ways to help you?"

"Hidden Sage" can be equated to knowledge itself to a certain extent. He only masters most of the information in this world, so can "omniscience" really know everything? Withdrawing his divergent thoughts, Klein gently He exhaled, looked at the paper man in a crimson robe and said:

"I plan to spread the knowledge of spiritual creatures through the 'Hidden Sage', and use human beings to communicate with them to secretly spread some influence and prepare some anchors for myself in advance."

"Red Light" El Moria, who was attached to the paper man, changed his posture and said in a pleasant tone:

"Your Highness, you may have a better choice."

Before Klein could ask further questions, he continued:

"You should have heard of the Jingguang Brotherhood. It is a secret organization established by myself and several other Jingguangs as leaders, and many spiritual creatures, to teach people knowledge."

"Your Highness, if you don't mind, I and the others can spread your name among the Pure Light Brotherhood."

"However, there are not many humans who actually join the Pure Light Brotherhood. Most of the members are friendly spiritual creatures who like to pursue knowledge. As long as they feel your breath, I think they will be happy to become your believers."

The Pure Light Brotherhood, I actually forgot about this organization. I can only say that their sense of existence is too low, and except for the Seven Lights in the Spirit World, I have never had contact with members of this organization. It is normal that I did not think of it for a while.

The fact that most of the members are spirit world creatures suits my needs, so it can be kept more secret. After all, there is another Sequence 1 Zarathul among the people staring at "The Fool".

After thinking for a moment, Klein nodded slightly and responded: "Okay."

After a pause, he added: "Just spread the name of 'The Fool'. It is their freedom to believe or not. I have no need for an anchor yet, I am just preparing in advance."

Moreover, I still have the vest of "Poseidon", and I have a group of devout believers who belong to Poseidon. Although the image of "Poseidon" is very different from mine, the belief is still barely usable.

As his thoughts floated, Klein bowed slightly and saluted "Red Light" El Moria:

"Thanks for your help, I have no more questions."

"Okay, Your Highness, if you have any questions, you can come to me at any time. As long as you are within the coverage of the spirit world, I can respond in time or come to you."

"Red Light" El Moria controlled the paper man to bend slightly to salute and then directly interrupted the ceremony, returning his consciousness to the depths of the spiritual world.

The red robe on the paper man slowly disappeared, and then he fell to the ground as if losing support, turning back into an ordinary paper man.

Looking at the paper man and the room that were changing normally, Klein gently rubbed his fingers and controlled the power of the air bomb so that it could extinguish the candle.

Then he opened the window again, letting the sunlight from outside penetrate into the house, dispelling the cold feeling caused by the ceremony just now.

After doing all this, Klein breathed a long sigh of relief, sat on the easy chair nearby and sighed:

"The attitudes of the Seven Lights are always so good that I don't get used to them. Although 'Orange Light' Hilarion explained it thoroughly last time, do they invest too much in me and trust me too much?"

On the Rhoside Islands, Bayam, the "generous city", has become a lot of depression.

Two fat mice pulled a pumpkin carriage out of the spirit world, and finally stopped outside a house with a gas wall lamp on, near the port.

Renekton and Russell, who was wearing a dark red coat with rusty gold threads, stepped out of the carriage one after another, and their figures were submerged in the shadows in the corner.

After hiding his figure, Renekton asked:

"What are you doing here?"

"My reputation in the Rhoside Islands is not very good. If the Church of Storms finds out later, do you plan to accept divine punishment with me?"

"We're not going to the church here. Those barbarians won't notice you unless you take the initiative to expose yourself."

Russell waved his hand disdainfully, paused for two seconds, and then said:

"Bernadette told me that there are descendants of Charles here, and I want to come and have a look."

"He is my first child. He only inherited a small amount of my characteristics, but he had to choose the path of 'generalist'."

"As a father, I owe him something. My emotional investment and care for him are far less than those of Bernadette and Bonois. Who makes him not as cute as his younger siblings."

"However, he is very similar to me. Well, except for his talent, he also admires me very much. He obviously has no talent, but he works hard to become an excellent 'craftsman'. I can tell that this is not his Interest, if he has a choice, he should prefer to be a 'warrior', which will make it easier for him to become a qualified playboy."

Russell's voice gradually became deeper, until it was completely drowned out by the sound of the wind blowing around him.

He took a slow breath and exhaled it for a long time. After adjusting his emotions, he tilted his head and said:

"Let's go and meet him. By the way, help me cover up my appearance."

Renekton nodded slightly, snapped his fingers, and used the mysterious magic of "Cinderella" to conceal Russell's appearance. Then he followed Russell to the main entrance.

After standing in front of the door for a while, Russell raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The sound of "dong-dong-dong" sounded in the quiet night. After a while, footsteps came from the house, followed by the sound of the front door being opened with a creak.

The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man with a lean body and slightly tanned skin. He held the door frame with one hand and put the other hand on the handle behind the door. He refused to enter and his tone was wary. He said doubtfully:

"You are?"

Renekton calmly looked at the person who had half his body hidden in the shadow inside the door. A deep color flashed in his eyes, and then he chuckled:

"It is indeed similar to you in some respects. He looks like he is overindulging in sex. If it weren't for the physical enhancement of the 'archaeologist', he would have fallen into a woman's bed long ago."

In the house, the face of a middle-aged man whose skin was already a little darker turned even darker. He glanced at Renekton behind Russell with a sinister look, and opened his mouth to say something, but before he could speak, Interrupted by Russell.

"Is your name Sharf?"

"That's right." The dark-skinned middle-aged man glanced at Russell in confusion. He didn't understand why the other party asked this, but his mouth responded before his head and answered Russell truthfully. The problem.

"The Extraordinary."

Sensing the abnormality just now, Sharf immediately reacted and subconsciously wanted to take a step back, but his body strangely took a step forward, half-stepping out of the door, completely exposing his body to the crimson Under the moonlight.

Russell looked at Sharf calmly, sighed softly in his nervous, surprised, and wary eyes, and asked in a gentle tone:

"Who is your father? And why did you escape from the Church of Steam?"

Sharf wanted to refuse to answer, but his body went against his will and confessed his information without reservation:

"Roger Gustave, I don't like the atmosphere of the Church of Steam. I yearn for freedom. I like to sleep with women of different styles every day, instead of staying in the church and accepting their surveillance, like a man who can't decide himself. Living like a gear.”

Russell sighed, his voice became calmer, and he said helplessly:

"But at least it's stable, isn't it? Under the protection of the Church of Steam, you can live a normal life without too many worries. You don't have to be targeted by the followers of the 'Primordial Moon' and be polluted like now."

"Why pollution? Maybe it's a blessing, not necessarily?"

Sharf's expression twisted, and he looked at the red moon in the sky uncontrollably. He wanted to worship piously, but his body went against his will and remained frozen in place. This made his expression even worse. The hair is twisted.

"How did you encounter the believers of the 'Original Moon'?"

Renekton ignored his increasingly ferocious and twisted expression and asked his question curiously. Without the "werewolf" characteristics, he could still get together with the believers of the "primordial moon". This Is this Gustav's fate?

Renekton glanced at Russell standing aside with a strange look. He suspected that this was the intertwining of fates brought about by the mysterious connection between Russell and the "Primordial Moon".

Russell ignored Renekton's gaze and relied on his own majesty to oppress Sharf, twisting his will and making him unable to refuse to answer the question:

"At a gathering of extraordinary people on Olavi Island, I purchased a copy of the characteristics of an artificial vampire. I wanted to create a magical item that could strengthen my body and produce mystical potions to solve the problems caused by long-term indulgence. of physical weakness.”