Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

A flash of astonishment flashed in Zaratul's eyes, but he quickly covered it up, maintaining a calm posture and looking at the gradually clear figure on the sofa opposite.

He has a rectangular face, a white hair cap on his head, two slightly upturned beards at the end of his mouth, thick eyebrows, and large eyes, which are somewhat similar to the characters on the playing cards.

Wearing a formal dress, a large cloak, and extremely long toe shoes, his attire is completely out of touch with the current era, like an antique that lived a hundred years ago.

"Prince Sunia of Loen Kingdom, Grove Augustus."

Renekton whispered the identity of the other party, and then the glow flowing in his eyes subsided, and the figure reflected in the starlight quickly dissipated.

Renekton withdrew his gaze, looked at Zaratul and sighed:

"I didn't expect Mr. Zaratul's friend to be a prince."

After a pause, he added:

"Next time, you don't need to take such a long detour in front of your house. It's a waste of time when you go in and out."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly disintegrated into invisible torrent of information, surging into the spiritual world and rushing into the distance.

Looking at the place where Renekton's figure disappeared, Zaratul sighed softly:

"This is a bit like the 'insight' of the 'White Tower' path, but you can easily see through the 'secret' I imposed. Even if you fully analyze the extraordinary ability of an 'insighter', you can't do it, unless you get someone Angel support.”

"His fate doesn't seem to have much overlap with mine, so why do I always feel uneasy?"

After muttering a few words in a low voice, Zaratul stood up from the sofa. As he took steps, his figure quietly disappeared into the room.

Time soon came to noon, and Renekton came to Leonard's home again.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room is a middle-aged man with obvious Intis ancestry. His facial features are profound and his eyebrows are burnt. His posture when sitting on the sofa looks very casual.

Renekton raised his eyebrows, and a deep lavender color appeared in his eyes. The image of the Intis man sitting lazily on the sofa in his field of vision faded away, turning back to black hair and green eyes, wearing white clothes. Leonard in shirt, black vest and black trousers.

He nodded towards Leonard and said in a calm voice:

"Looks like you're ready, let's go."

Huh~ With a long breath, Leonard got up from the sofa, took two steps closer to Renekton, and asked casually:

"Are we wandering in the spiritual world?"

"Yes." Renekton stretched out his left hand and put it on Leonard's shoulder. Their figures quickly faded into transparency and disappeared silently into the living room.

In the West District, on King's Avenue, a young postman riding a bicycle on the road suddenly slowed down. He raised his hand and pressed the monocle on his right eye, sighing faintly:

"Pallese didn't change his parasitic target. Is he trying to play a psychological game with me? Or is there something special about the Nighthawk in the dark night that makes him think that he can gain some support through his identity, so as to increase his bargaining chips against me? "

"Backlund's destiny has accumulated too much chaos, and it will soon explode, and things are getting more and more interesting."

"I am here, Zaratul is here. If Pales does not change the parasite target, he will still come back here. Then, will the 'Fool' also be attracted here?"

"Perhaps I need to inherit the relics of that paranoid man so that I can sneak into Backlund and give Pales a surprise when he returns to Backlund with a full harvest."

With a curl of lips, the young postman stepped on the pedal again, sitting on the bicycle and quickly walking through the crowd.

Trier, the capital of the Republic of Intis, is located in the square area on the north bank of the Serenzo River. The figures of Renekton and Leonard are outlined in a deserted alley.

Renekton looked around, walked towards the street outside the alley, and said with a chuckle:

"This is my first time to come to Trier, which is full of sunshine, bustling and open. The atmosphere here is really different."

"You have just arrived here and you can already tell the atmosphere here?"

Leonard questioned, then followed Renekton out of the alley, curiously looking at this metropolis that was different from Backlund.

Unlike Backlund, which is shrouded in haze all year round, the weather in Trier is very good and the scenery is bright. There are many roses of different colors planted on both sides of the street. There is a faint floral fragrance in the air, which seems to clear away the haze in the heart. Makes people feel good.

Taking a deep breath of the smog-free air in Trier, Leonard looked around curiously and said:

"I heard that humanities and art are developed here, and it is a holy land for painters, musicians, and novelists. It does seem a bit like that, but it doesn't seem that prosperous?"

Renekton walked forward unhurriedly, the deep blue and almost purple glow in his eyes constantly flowing. He caught all kinds of information floating around and quickly digested and absorbed it.

After a moment, he said as if reading a written propaganda report::

"This is a square area, a type of small town. It is named after the Triumph Square established by Emperor Russell the Great. It has a large suburban forest and is one of the best wine producing areas. Chaillot wine is second only to Orl in the world's popularity Mill red wine.”

"If you want to see high-rise buildings, you should go to the second and third districts, which are the art district, financial district and administrative district of Trier. There you can see the prosperity similar to the Backlund Hillston district."

"Isn't this your first time here? How do you know so much information?" Leonard looked sideways at Renekton in surprise.

In his ears, Pales's old voice echoed:

"While talking to you, he has already received most of the information here based on his own special skills. His understanding of this city has even exceeded that of most Trier people."

Leonard sighed inwardly that he could still be like this.

Being away from Backlund made Pales feel quite good. His voice continued to echo in Leonard's ears as he explained:

"This is a special feature of the 'Secret Peeper' path. At the angel level, they can transform themselves into information creatures, and naturally they can easily read and accept the information existing around them."

"Why do you think the people of the Moss Ascetic Order put forward the idea that 'everything is number and knowledge is supreme'? In their eyes, the world is the product of countless complicated and complicated information, and the 'Hidden Sage' 'It is the embodiment of spiritual numbers and knowledge itself."

Leonard clicked his tongue and said, "It sounds reasonable."

Pales snorted disdainfully:

"Every secret organization's philosophy has its own merits, otherwise how could they attract people to join?"

After reading the surrounding information, the glow in Renekton's eyes gradually dimmed. He listened to the conversation between Leonard and Palles for a while, and then interjected:

"The concept of 'All things are numbered and knowledge is supreme' only partially explains the world. It is not perfect or complete. Otherwise, there would not be so many sequences other than 'Peepers' and 'Persons of Knowledge'. Isn't it?"

After a pause, he continued:

"Whether it is the Orthodox Church or the secret organization, their philosophy is to look at the entire world from a certain side, and the conclusions drawn in this way are bound to be incomplete."

"But it is precisely because it is incomplete that it is safer and easier to understand. Just like ordinary people cannot look directly at mythical creatures, you cannot look directly at the reality of this world."

"Why us?" Leonard asked subconsciously.

"Because I'm not in this group." Renekton explained with a chuckle, and then walked faster towards the Triumph Square.

Leonard, who was some distance behind, lowered his head and muttered to himself:

"old man"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Pales:

"I said, at least you have to wait until you reach Sequence Four and obtain divinity before you are qualified to understand more. If you want to truly understand this world, you must at least become an angel."

"Unfortunately, the 'Dark Night' path is very difficult to become a demigod, let alone an angel. You have too many competitors."

"Unless a large-scale war breaks out and the church is under pressure to train new people on a large scale, if you want to rely on the church to become a demigod, it will be impossible without waiting for decades."

"If there is really no chance to be promoted to the 'Night Watch', the worst I can do is to find a way to hunt down a demigod from the Spiritual Religion and jump to the 'Corpse Collector' path."

Leonard murmured in a low voice, then quickened his pace and caught up with Renekton who was walking in front.

In the Triumph Square, the flow of people is very dense. There are many tourists from out of town, as well as local vendors, pedestrians, and postmen. Around the square, there are painters who are obsessed with creation, and there are also wandering poets playing music on the streets. There are also a few people interspersed in the crowd. A peace officer maintains order here.

After receiving enthusiastic invitations from countless women and even men, Leonard sighed with some discomfort:

"The people here are really unrestrained, and Backlund shouldn't have a completely different ethos from Roen."

Renekton looked at Leonard, who was maintaining his disguise, and said in a calm tone:

"This shows that your charm has been fully recognized, Mr. Wandering Poet. Alternatively, you can ask the old man to choose a person with a more ordinary appearance and temperament for you as a disguise, or directly steal your sense of existence."

"Is that okay, old man?" Leonard asked in a low voice to the old man inside him.

Pales snorted coldly and said in a dissatisfied tone:

"You are getting more and more rude."

"Yes, but it's not necessary. This is Intis's passion. As long as it's not ridiculously ugly, there will always be people who like it and come up to chat with her. People here like physical enjoyment. Of course, they are more interested in it. I’ve got the Filkin in your pocket, and I’ll spend a pleasant evening with you.”

"Grandpa knows Intis very well." Renekton turned his head slightly, looked at Leonard and chuckled.