Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Klein was silent for a moment, and then said in an unusually heavy tone:

"So, the resolution of the curse on the Abraham family means that Mr. Men has completely fallen?"

"Do you want to try to fish for Him? Get an angel under your command."

Renekton smiled slightly and kept looking at Klein.

Klein smiled bitterly and said:

"A being like Mr. Men who is only one step away from becoming a god, what can I do to get him?

"Besides, as an angel from an adjacent path, there should be an enemy relationship between me and Him, right?"

"I really want to give it a try. I got the inspiration from the True Creator last time."

Renekton raised his left hand and said seriously.

Klein raised his eyebrows and glanced at Renekton, lowered his head and took a sip of black tea, organizing his words in his mind:

"You seem to have a good impression of this Mr. Men?"

"It should be said that it is difficult not to admire Mr. Men. Moreover, the end is coming soon, and any high-end combat power is precious."

Renekton said with a sigh.

Klein lowered his head slightly and put the black tea to his mouth. His curiosity made him want to ask questions about the doomsday, so he could only relieve his curiosity by lowering his head and drinking tea.

"Want to stay for dinner?"

Renekton raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the kitchen.

The kitchen utensils and ingredients there are dangling in mid-air, cutting vegetables, lighting the fire, and cooking the pot. Everything is done smoothly and naturally step by step.

Klein restrained his twitching mouth and, driven by curiosity, quietly turned on his spiritual vision.

Then he saw a pot-bellied undead and several natural spirits working skillfully together in the kitchen.

Taking a deep breath, Klein said half-complainingly:

"Have you made the transition from squeezing small animals to squeezing undead?"

Renekton proudly praised his new chef:

"I found this with great difficulty. An undead who has not forgotten his professional skills in life. His cooking skills are not bad. It is definitely worth a try."

"He has become an undead and still remembers how to cook?" Klein felt that an undead who could cook was somewhat outrageous.

Renekton smiled and pointed at his eyes and said:

"As long as the instinct of being a chef is still there, as for the rest, just instill knowledge."

"The undead chef is indeed somewhat attractive." Klein was also curious about the cooking made by an undead. He nodded lightly and accepted the dinner invitation.

Sitting at the dining table, Renekton started chatting with Klein.

Renekton wanted to get to know Leppard, the inventor who invented the bicycle, through Klein, so he took the initiative to raise the topic:

"Do you know anyone who is particularly good or talented in mechanics?"

Klein was stunned for a moment. The first person in his mind was his sister Melissa Moretti. She had always liked studying machinery and she had repaired his previous pocket watch.

Klein asked tentatively: "What do you want to do?"

Renekton raised his eyebrows in confusion. He's just an inventor, so why doesn't Klein's expression look right?

After pondering for a moment, he chuckled and said:

"I want to train some extraordinary people on the general path, mainly to let them become inventors, promote social progress, and also give me a part-time job as craftsmen."

“Promote social progress?”

Klein repeated, saying that an Extraordinary who mingled among the evil gods and had a bounty on his head at sea always made him feel a little disobedient.

Renekton explained the fundamental reason why he wanted to cultivate generalists and extraordinary people:

"Promoting civilization and spreading knowledge is my mission and what I want to do."

"Russell's industrial revolution is only halfway through, and the rest is limited by energy. I want the industrial revolution to continue."

"I see, so you have a solution to the energy problem?"

Klein asked very curiously that if the industrial revolution could be further promoted, it would be beneficial to the vast majority of people in this era.

Renekton leaned lazily on the back of the chair and said helplessly:

"No, even if I wanted to, the Church of Storms and the Church of Eternal Sun would not agree."

"But who can say for sure what will happen in the future? Maybe when will the power of the sun and the storm be reclaimed by the true Creator."

"That's a good idea," Klein said comfortingly, and then brought the topic back to people with mechanical talents:

"I know an inventor named Leppard who is trying to invent a bicycle, and I have invested a sum of money in his research."

"If you are interested, I can introduce you to them."

"Really? Then I can inject him with capital. This is a business that is sure to make a profit, and I can also give him a bottle of generalist potion in the future. As an inventor, I can't resist the temptation of becoming a generalist. .”

Renekton showed a bright expression very naturally and said in a pleasant tone.

Klein didn't have much reaction to this, but was very curious about what Renekton said next:

"Is there anything special about being a generalist? Why can't inventors resist the temptation to become a generalist?"

Renekton straightened his posture, raised his hand slightly, and said as if he was preparing to give a lecture:

"The inspiration for improvement in this way is quite limited. They are less likely to hear sounds they shouldn't hear and see pictures they shouldn't see. So as long as they don't seek death, the chance of losing control is very small."

"What the generalist's potion brings is only the extraordinary ability of memory, understanding, learning and practice, a rough understanding of the occult, and a greater proficiency in aqua regia, nitroglycerin and complex gear devices."

"The core ability is to awaken memory. You can remember all the knowledge you have read. Whatever you have read, you will never forget it."

Klein nodded slightly. This was not much different from what he learned through Russell's diary, and it was more detailed.

"So, do you want your sister, Melissa Moretti, to become an extraordinary person?"

Renekton looked at Klein and asked the question he wanted to ask just now.

The scene was silent for a moment. Klein looked at Renekton with some confusion and said:

"Is this why you suddenly brought up this topic?"

"That's really not the case." Renekton waved his hands and explained:

"You were stunned for so long just now that I thought of your sister who is very talented in mechanics."

"This approach suits her preferences very well, and there is not much risk of losing control. The only problem is probably that they are really weak in the early stage."

Klein stared at Renekton closely, wanting to confirm whether what he just said was true.

After struggling for a while, Klein planned to go back and do a divination above the gray mist before giving an answer.

Zheng! With a bang, a gold coin bounced in front of Klein, and he subconsciously reached out to catch it.

"Well, usually at times like this, fortune tellers will choose to have a fortune telling!"

After Renekton threw a gold coin, he said something in a very neutral tone.

Klein felt the black lines on his head. He resisted the urge to throw gold coins at the opponent's face and nodded gently:

"I will think about it."

"If the topic hadn't mentioned the end of the world, I would have hoped that they could live their lives happily as ordinary people."

"In fact, on the sequential path, as long as you don't go to high places, you can definitely become an elite in a certain industry and live your life with a better standard of living."

Renekton gave his own different understanding.

Klein turned his head slightly, looked out the window, and said in a calm and helpless voice:

"Once you become an Extraordinary, under the influence of your characteristics, the probability of encountering various extraordinary events, either actively or passively, will increase significantly."

"Isn't this also you?"

"And don't forget, when encountering extraordinary events, what is the mortality rate of ordinary people, and what is the mortality rate of extraordinary people?"

Renekton retorted.

The two fell silent again until the undead chef in the kitchen brought out the prepared meals and fragrant dishes one by one.

Silver City.

Derrick had just handed over the Worm of Time that Amon had used to parasitize himself, and reminded him that the members of the exploration team had probably been contaminated by the true Creator.

Back at his home, Derrick sat at the old wooden table, thinking about whether he should do something to let the members of the exploration team there who were contaminated by the true Creator take the initiative to expose their specialness.

Only when I prove that what I say is true will the Chief Sir believe in me to a greater extent.

Derrick, who hadn't figured out what he should do, suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Who?" he asked with some confusion and confusion.

A smiling voice came from outside the door:

"I, Dak, the exploration team has been released from isolation. Don't you really want to know our experience this time?"

Duck? The past image of the other person appeared in Derrick's mind, and he thought of how he looked when he last saw him.

Derrick suddenly shivered, and a chill rushed to his scalp.

Why did he come to me? We have just been released from quarantine, shouldn’t we go home first?

In an instant, Derrick had many doubts in his heart.

call! Derrick turned and looked out the window, trying to relieve his nervousness.

At this time, the frequency of lightning outside had dropped to a minimum. It took a minute or two for a bolt of lightning to pierce the sky and illuminate the sky. The rest of the time, Silver City was in deep darkness.

However, as a light prayer, Derrick has certain light attributes. Inside Silver City, even if he is in darkness from time to time, he will not be in much danger.

So when he was alone, he didn't have the habit of lighting candles.

Derrick took out a candle from the wooden box, rubbed his fingers together to create a golden flame, and lit the candle.

The room was instantly filled with dim light, accompanied by a hint of pungent fragrance.

Boom, boom, boom! The door was knocked by Duck again.

He was not like this before, he was very polite. Derrick suddenly felt a strong feeling of sadness in his heart.

Putting the lit candle in the center of the table, Derrick took a deep breath and opened the door with deep caution.