Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

"Alas~" Russell sighed deeply, as if he didn't want to say more.

"It does look a lot like you."

Renekton looked at Russell, swallowed, and then took a half step forward. His right hand wearing a mechanical glove rested on Sharf's shoulder. The bronze glove was covered with a layer of pitch black, and he kept moving toward Charf. Spread on husband.

Sharf kept his body movements and his expression did not change. Only a hint of fear and panic showed in his light blue eyes.

The darkness spreading from the mechanical gloves continued to surge, separating the depraved thoughts in Sharf's heart bit by bit, and disappeared into the shadow under his feet.

The replenished shadow instantly came to life, flooding like water, forming an uncontrollable independent creature beside Sharf.

It was completely black, but the outline of its body was almost exactly the same as Sharf's, except that it was missing a layer of clothing. There were many cracks on the dark figure that looked like strange patterns, with crimson moonlight shining through them.

"Hmph!" Russell snorted coldly, made a fist with his right hand, and swung it forward.

Bang!

A violent sound followed. Russell's fist ignored the distance and direction and hit the dark figure directly, smashing the figure into pieces and disintegrating into a piece of darkness and a crimson moonlight that quickly disappeared.

As the "Shadow of Corruption" separated from Sharf was shattered, he suddenly entered a state of a sage with no desires or desires. He just stood there calmly, as if he didn't even have the desire to speak. there is none left.

"Have you stripped too much of the desire out of him?"

Russell turned his head to look at Renekton suspiciously.

The latter shrugged and replied calmly: "It should be said that apart from mating, there is nothing else on his mind."

Russell was silent for a second, and then changed the topic:

"I originally planned to bring him back to the Southern Continent and let him stay with me, but with his current situation, I think I should forget it. I always feel that his behavior will affect my reputation, so I'd better let the Dawn go first. let's go."

"Okay, the things here have been dealt with. Let's take Sharf to the Dawn first, and then send me back to the Southern Continent."

"I'm not your driver."

Renekton complained, but still summoned a pumpkin carriage pulled by two fat mice, and stuffed Russell and his descendant Sharf into it.

Russell leaned against the carriage of the pumpkin carriage and sighed:

"There is no way. Bernadette has been staying near Backlund recently. The godhood ceremony of a certain member of the Loen royal family is coming to an end. Although they have lost Adam's support, they will not give up because of this, and now they know Adam's identity. Not many people have disappeared.”

"This is obviously driven by the will of the 'True Creator'. Although there is no need for a 'visionary' to become a god, the outbreak of a large-scale war can also attract the attention of the gods and reduce the pressure on the southern continent."

Renekton did not answer, and drove Russell and Sharf to the Dawn and the Southern Continent respectively in the pumpkin carriage.

After several trips back and forth, Renekton finally arrived at Backlund when it was getting darker.

In the West District, in the single-family house where Leonard lived, Renekton's figure was quickly outlined on the sofa in the living room. He rubbed his forehead with one hand, seeming a little sleepy.

The moment he appeared, Leonard noticed that there was someone else in his room. After seeing who it was, he relaxed a little. He walked from the dining room to the living room in a few steps, looked at Renekton and asked:

"Why are you here?"

Renekton chuckled and responded: "I invite you and Grandpa to travel to Trier with me."

"Travel? Travel for the purpose of stealing?"

Pales used Leonard's mouth to taunt him. After a slight pause, he continued:

"You'd better make enough preparations. If you appear in the sight of 'Steam', I believe that He will personally come out from the perfect place to welcome you at that time."

Renekton nodded slightly and did not deny Palles' statement, but he did not pay too much attention to it and said:

"Don't worry, 'Steam' has only one ally, and I have many."

"That's best." Paris responded calmly.

Renekton raised his eyebrows. Seeing that Palles had no intention of coming out of Leonard's body, he asked curiously:

"Are you going to take Leonard with you?"

Leonard's expression suddenly changed from indifferent to frightened. Before he could ask, Pales spoke through his mouth:

"I'm just an old man who's still recovering. If I meet Amon, he can be an insurance policy."

As soon as he finished speaking, Leonard's voice sounded immediately:

"Wait, I don't agree. I am a night watcher of the Church of the Night. Once my identity is discovered, it will directly cause conflicts between the two orthodox churches, and I will definitely be wanted by the church as a traitor."

Pales chuckled and said calmly:

"Don't worry, no one will discover your identity. In front of a high-sequence 'thief', your identity can be changed at any time. When the time comes, I will swap your identity and destiny with that of an Intis person. No If someone sees the problem, 'Steam' has no authority over destiny, and unless it is encountered head-on, it will not be able to see it either."

Seeing that Leonard was still hesitant, Renekton continued what Pales just said:

"I can provide you with the protection of 'secret'. Even if your false identity is seen through, no one will see who you really are hidden under this identity."

"Are you sure no one will discover my true identity?" Leonard asked a little doubtfully.

Renekton shook his head calmly and said:

"No, even if it is discovered, it is not a big problem. Your goddess doesn't care what Steam thinks. He is very powerful and can completely protect the Nighthawks of his church."

"The seven gods have basically chosen their own camp now. A little thing will not make them change their original choice. The real danger lies in the attack after the action is discovered by the Church of Steam. But as long as I can successfully accommodate that characteristic, It’s easy to take you away.”

"Aren't you afraid of losing control of the direct accommodation characteristic? Or, have you prepared the ritual and corresponding auxiliary materials in advance?"

Leonard looked at Renekton with some suspicion. If he directly tolerates the behavior of improving his characteristics, even at a low sequence, there is a high probability that he will lose control directly, not to mention that the opponent is already an angel. The danger is multiplied many times. .

"Everyone has some secrets, right?"

Renekton looked at the surprised Leonard and responded with a chuckle. He told Pales on purpose. Revealing some of his trump cards would allow both parties to cooperate better. At the same time, he also told him that he had enough confidence and ability. Help him fight Amon, otherwise this "Insect of Time" will never help him with all his strength.

After a moment of silence, Pales sighed heavily:

"The secrets in you are far beyond my imagination. I am already old, and I am still being plotted by you guys. Can't I give the elderly some time to retire in peace?"

"What secret?" Before Leonard could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Pales:

"This is not what you should know now. If you want to understand the haze beneath the surface of this world, you need to at least become a Sequence Four Beyonder and obtain divinity."

Leonard's expression froze for a moment, and then gradually became serious. Pales usually always urged him to be promoted, but he had never said it so bluntly like now.

The old man's tone was particularly serious, and there was a sense of urgency. Demigod, this is already a real high-level member of the church, an archbishop in charge of a party or a senior deacon among the Nighthawks. How can it be so easy to be promoted? Even the "Sword of the Goddess" You are all stuck at Sequence Five and have not been able to get a chance to be promoted.

Sensing Leonard's thoughts, Pales snorted coldly and said:

"There will be opportunities soon. The world is becoming more and more dangerous. In order to deal with more and more frequent extraordinary events and the possible outbreak of war, major churches will increase their efforts to cultivate new people."

"You didn't realize that even if the archbishop of St. Samuel's Church knew that you might have some problems, he only transferred you from the original Red Glove Team and marginalized you, but he would still assign you tasks and let you Accumulate your contributions and exchange them for the magic potion of the 'Spirit Witch'?"

Leonard was stunned for a moment, as if he had just come to his senses, and muttered to himself:

"Isn't this the respect and cultivation that Your Excellency the Archbishop has for me?"

"What do you have that an Archbishop would like? A parasite? Or an undercover agent working for The Fool?"

Leonard opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He was silent for a long time before he accepted the fact that he had been taught to be wary.

He took a deep breath and exhaled it heavily. After calming down his emotions, he said slowly:

"I understand. I have almost digested my potion. I should be able to be promoted to 'Spirit Witch' by the end of this month. If I can't get the 'Night Watcher' potion from the church in the future, I may consider another way, although I feel sad. The 'corpse collector' approach of Xian doesn't fit my style."

After a pause, he looked at Renekton again and said calmly:

"During this period, I happened to be transferred out of the Red Glove Team by the Bishop to deal with some incidents caused by undead and natural spirits around Backlund. As long as I don't disappear for too long, no one will notice that I have left Backlund. Rand.”

"When do you plan to leave?"

"Do you have anything to deal with today?" Renekton asked.

Leonard recalled a little, and then briefly introduced the tasks he planned to complete in the past two days:

"Greene Cemetery in the West End has recently experienced several ghost sightings, and Haggis Cemetery on the outskirts of the East End has rumors of hauntings and traces of living corpses."

After thinking for a moment, Renekton chuckled and said:

"You can ask Klein to disguise himself as you to complete these tasks. This is very simple for him. You can bring him some specialties from the underground of the Iron Church in Trier as a reward."