Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

"Is it you?" Pales's voice was full of confusion and surprise, but he quickly calmed down and said in a very respectful tone:

"Thank you for your help. I'm very sorry. My current condition is really not good and I can't show up to see you in person."

"Yeah." The woman wearing a hooded black classical robe nodded expressionlessly, and then said without any emotion in her voice:

"Amon showed up here to test me."

She did not explain what Amon wanted to test, ended the topic directly, and said instead:

"His purpose has been achieved and he will not come to you again. To lure that 'sage' away is the limit of what the 'true creator' can do. If he continues, their alliance will be broken."

"You can find someone to cooperate and try to clean up the clones he left in Backlund."

After the words fell, the figure of this lady with a beautiful face but lack of spirituality seemed to be erased bit by bit with an eraser. The dim light around her returned to normal, and the noisy sound rang in her ears again.

Leonard looked at the white dove that landed at his feet, subconsciously took a step back, looked around cautiously, and then asked:

"Old man, is the person who suddenly appeared just now a big shot in the church? Looking at her, I can't feel any emotion in my heart. It's like I'm facing the deepest, most terrifying darkness."

"Big shot? He is indeed a big shot in your church." Pales laughed twice without explaining much.

"Him?" Leonard was slightly surprised for a moment, and then felt that it was very reasonable. He must be an angel who could clean up Amon's clones around him so easily.

After a pause, he asked: "Which Highness in the Holy Scriptures is he?"

"If He is willing to let you know, you will naturally know. If He is not willing, I can't tell you, and you can't hear me if I tell you."

"Okay, don't disturb me anymore. The injury this time is too serious. I have to sleep for a while, otherwise I might lose control at some point."

After Pales said a few words, he fell silent. No matter how Leonard shouted, there was no response.

Reston Province, Port Layak, Renekton held the drinks and pies he had just bought, leaning on the stone guardrail along the coastline, looking at the crowds passing through the streets in the distance.

The next second, a flash of silvery white flashed across his eyes, which instantly became extremely dark, obviously losing focus and becoming a blur.

In this state, pictures appeared spontaneously in his mind, and they were very blurry. He could only barely see a patchwork of light and shadow, like a mottled ancient stone wall clock looming, and like countless squirming insects. Constantly eating away at the pure white light curtain, creating holes one after another filled with shadows.

After a moment of silence, Renekton muttered in a low voice as if he was dreaming:

"The Trojan Horse of Destiny, the Silverfish of Time. The loopholes in the rules. The incarnation of all errors."

This state did not last long. Renekton quickly came to his senses. Pure and clear light overflowed from his eyes, as if countless information was flowing, calculating one possibility after another.

After a moment, his eyes became clear again, he took a long breath and whispered to himself:

"Did Amon get the 'Insect of Time' characteristic of Pales?"

As his thoughts floated, he noticed a line of sight that had been staring at him, or to be precise, staring at the drink and pie in his hand.

He followed his spiritual intuition and saw a little boy about ten years old. He had light blue eyes and deep facial features, which made people's eyes brighter. However, he was thin and had some spots on his exposed arms, calves, and face. Fresh scars.

The little boy looked at the pie in his hand and kept swallowing. It looked like he hadn't eaten for a long time.

Renekton put the drink he was holding on the guardrail behind him and waved to the little boy. The boy pursed his lips tightly and did not come closer. Instead, he took a step back with deep guard in his eyes.

Renekton retracted his hand, smiled at him, and then placed the pie in his other hand on the guardrail behind him, then turned and left in the other direction of the coastal street.

The other party was just an ordinary little boy, and just a simple gaze was enough for him to catch all the other party's information.

"A street child, who has almost forgotten his own name, but his fate is a bit interesting. He seems very ordinary. At most, he will have some intersection with the Iron Cross, but my intuition makes me feel that it is not that simple. In the future, Will my destiny change if I come into contact with some high-level things that I can’t predict?”

Behind him, the street child had taken away the drink and pie he had left. However, he did not eat it directly. Instead, he carefully tore a small piece from the pie and fed it to him under the shade of a tree. Ant.

Withdrawing his attention, under the cover of illusion, Renekton quietly turned into a pure information flow creature, surging into the spiritual world.

Above the gray fog, Klein listened to Leonard's description of the previous encounters to "The Fool" through prayer, and learned that Amon's true form had appeared in Backlund for a period of time.

After a brief silence, he sighed leisurely: "I understand."

The leisurely tone of "The Fool" fell into Leonard's ears, which relieved his tense nerves. Mr. "The Fool" didn't seem to take this matter too seriously, and was more concerned about what happened to the old man. Sigh, next time, no, there won’t be a next time. I don’t want to meet Amon again in my life.

After retracting his divergent thoughts, Leonard looked at Mr. Fool, who was surrounded by endless gray fog in his field of vision, as if he was overlooking the entire world. He took a deep breath and continued:

"Dear Mr. Fool, please help me tell the World that I took two magical items from the mechanical hall under the Church of Steam. He can choose one of them as his reward."

After a slight pause, he gave a rough description of the two magical items. He did not say too clear the effects and negative effects, because he himself did not know. Pales fell into a deep sleep, and he was not good at divination, so he could only Let Klein do the divination himself, then choose, and tell him the result by the way.

After finishing the prayer, Leonard's empty room always felt like the shadows in the corners, the dust floating in the air, and the birds passing by outside the house could be Amon's clones everywhere.

"I feel like I need some psychological treatment." Leonard sighed in a low voice.

After two seconds of silence, he still couldn't adapt. He always felt that eyes were everywhere, staring at him with malice.

"I need to move. I can't stay in this place at all. Over time, even if there are no problems, I will be frightened into causing problems."

As soon as he made a move, a burst of "light" suddenly poured into the room. The "light" was formed by the torrent of information that was as complex as a terrifying one. This "light" quickly collapsed inward at the moment it emerged, reorganizing Lake. Dun's figure.

Leonard was nervous for a moment, and then relaxed after seeing the appearance of the person clearly. He considered his words, and finally just sighed:

"Amon is already here."

Renekton nodded, not surprised by this, and responded calmly:

"I have guessed that a suitable opportunity for his promotion will appear soon. In the absence of other goals, it is a wise choice to ask Pales to take back the last attribute at this time."

Pales woke up from his deep sleep and snorted in a not very good tone:

"Huh, why didn't you tell me about this in advance?"

"Obviously, I just realized this not long ago. I have been in contact with the spiritual world too frequently recently, and I was affected without knowing it. I temporarily forgot some things, and even my spiritual intuition was disturbed."

Renekton spread his hands, looking a little helpless.

"Alas~" He sighed deeply, and Pales' tone returned to calmness and said: "Help me find a descendant of the Jacob family. I am going to find the secret treasure left by the Jacob family in Flora Jacob's memory. Something to make up for yourself.”

Renekton did not immediately agree to Pales' request, but said hesitantly:

"How real is the treasure left behind by a family of thieves and liars?"

After a pause, he added: "In the late Fourth Age, for a long time, Amon played Jacob."

Pales was silent for a while, then sighed helplessly:

"Even if it's a trap left by Amon, at least the bait inside is real, and He has already taken away the characteristics of the 'Insect of Time' from me. I don't want to take the bait there while He is preparing the ritual. , should we wait for Him to find some time to recycle the contents?"

After thinking for a moment, Renekton nodded slightly and said:

"Okay, I will find a descendant of the Jacob family for you to help you open the treasure and explore the traps inside. As a reward, you need to give him a copy of the 'parasite' characteristics after the matter is over."

"If the bait in Amon or Jacob can restore me to my state, if it is just an empty shell treasure, I can only blame him for his bad luck."

"Okay, I'm going to sleep for a while. Don't disturb this old guy if you have nothing to do."

As the words fell, Pales fell silent again.

"Old man? Old man?" Leonard called a few times. When he saw that Pales really didn't speak anymore, he gave up and whispered:

"He woke up so suddenly and fell asleep again. I don't know, I thought he was autistic."

Renekton calmly explained:

"He should have left one or two sober Time Worms to deal with emergencies from the outside world, so he can quickly wake up from his deep sleep after my arrival."

Leonard nodded in agreement, then looked at Renekton and asked, "Where are you going to find the descendants of the Jacob family?"

Renekton replied calmly: "I know the second officer of the 'Golden Dream'. He is a descendant of Jacob. He is currently staying in the Southern Continent and helping me handle some affairs."

Leonard nodded thoughtfully: "No wonder you asked for a copy of the characteristics of the 'Parasite'."