Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

In the evening, Renekton came to the Harvest Church in the south area of ​​the bridge again. Emlyn couldn't wait to take off his priest's robe and left the Harvest Church without looking back.

Renekton even felt that his figure was a little embarrassed, as if he was running away.

He slowly followed Emlyn and walked out of the Harvest Church.

After Emlyn put some distance away from the Harvest Church behind him, he stopped, raised his head slightly, took a deep breath, and sighed as if embracing the sunset:

"A Taste of Freedom!"

"Freedom. Aren't you going to volunteer tomorrow?"

"Moreover, the air quality in Backlund is not good."

Renekton approached from behind and slapped Emlyn casually.

Emlyn's face fell instantly, he looked at Renekton with resentment and said:

".Where is that old gentleman?"

Smiling slightly, Renekton glanced at Emlyn, who had a bitter look on his face, and put his hand on his shoulder.

Before Emlyn could react, he had already led him into the spirit world and approached the hotel where Lawrence was resting.

In a moment, the two people's figures were quickly outlined in a room of the Carpensa Hotel in the West End.

Lawrence leaned on his chair and stared through the glass window at the dusk outside.

After noticing the spiritual fluctuations in the room, he came back to his senses and looked at where Renekton and Emlyn appeared.

Renekton pointed towards Lawrence and said:

"This is this gentleman, please help him take a look."

Seeing his patient, Emlyn quickly entered the state of mind, quickly approached him, looked at Lawrence carefully from top to bottom for a while, and then frowned and said:

"He has accumulated injuries from the past, which is a great burden on his aging body."

"I can try to prepare some potions, but this won't be something that can be restored in a day or two."

"Moreover, this old gentleman does not seem to have a strong desire to survive. Instead, he is depressed and depressed. This kind of mentality is not good, especially for extraordinary people. It may even lead to loss of control."

Renekton nodded slightly and said:

"You can prepare some potions for him to strengthen his body and repair his injuries. Once you have done this, you will have completed the commission."

He himself knew about Lawrence's condition, but as long as he took good care of his body, was promoted once or twice without the influence of the full moon's whispers, his lifespan problem could be solved.

"Vampire?" Lawrence looked away from Emlyn's crimson eyes.

There was a bit of surprise in his expression. He didn't expect that the pharmacist Renekton invited was actually a vampire.

But it's normal. Every vampire is born to be a qualified pharmacist.

As a descendant of the Abraham family, Lawrence knew a lot about the vampire family.

"You can actually recognize the Vampires!" Emlyn raised his head slightly, showing a slightly surprised and arrogant expression.

Lawrence maintained the smile on his face and said:

"During the Fourth Age, the Blood Clan and the Abraham Family supported different empires. They were considered enemies. Naturally, I know something about the Blood Clan."

Renekton glanced at Lawrence in surprise, that he would take the initiative to mention the Abraham family in front of outsiders.

Emlyn looked at Lawrence in surprise, his tone was still arrogant, but he said with more recognition:

"Abraham family? Haven't you disappeared long ago?"

"It just hid its traces, not disappeared."

Lawrence responded without changing his expression.

Emlyn didn't care about Lawrence's attitude at all. He was not interested in the old man of an ancient family. Their bloodline was much older than the Abraham family.

He's just an old man. If it weren't for the temptation of becoming a baron, I wouldn't bother to treat him.

Emlyn looked at Renekton and said calmly:

"The medicine to treat his injuries requires some extraordinary materials, which is another price."

Renekton nodded lightly and said, "No problem, I'll give you the money tomorrow."

"Don't forget the news you promised about the vampire baron's extraordinary characteristics. His problems will be cured within a month."

Emlyn reminded again.

After waving his hand, Renekton asked curiously:

"Don't worry, I will definitely find it for you as promised, but are you sure you have the money to buy it?"

"Or are you going to reluctantly sell a few of your collection of exquisite dolls?"

Emlyn's originally arrogant and proud face instantly fell down. He silently calculated his savings and said in an erratic voice:

"You don't have to worry about this. It's just a baron trait. I can still afford it."

If it doesn't work out, I'll ask my father and mother for money. There's absolutely no way they can sell my doll. My Aniya, I just fell in love with a palace dress for her.

"Ahem~, I can still afford the money for these medical treatments."

After Lawrence coughed twice, he interrupted the conversation between Renekton and Emlyn about compensation.

Renekton didn't care about the money issue and asked curiously:

"Mr. Lawrence, if I solve the problem of the full moon whispering for you, do you have any thoughts on continuing to be promoted?"

Lawrence was slightly stunned. The other party's topic jumped so quickly that he couldn't react for a moment, but he still responded gently:

"If it's an attempt, I'm willing to cooperate."

"Only mystics who have been promoted to the demigod level can undergo qualitative changes in their bodies under the transformation of magic potions and greatly extend their lifespan."

Renekton explained aloud the reason why he proposed the other party's promotion.

"Mystic Mage" Lawrence sighed, smiled bitterly and did not reply.

Even without the influence of the full moon's whispers, how could it be so easy for a demigod to be promoted.

"Cough cough!"

Emlyn coughed twice. After seeing Renekton turn to look at him, he glanced at the darkening sky outside the window and said:

"Should you send me back? You still need to buy some materials for the medicine for this old gentleman."

"Am I becoming your means of transportation?"

Renekton complained, but he still took two steps closer and put his hand on Emlyn's shoulder. Their figures quickly faded and disappeared from the hotel room.

Lawrence looked at the place where Renekton left, remained silent for a long time, and said to himself:

"Is a mystic really possible?"

In front of the Harvest Church on Rose Street in Daqiao South District.

The figures of Renekton and Emlyn were quickly outlined.

As soon as Emlyn took a step forward, he stopped, turned back and glared at Renekton:

"Why are you back at Harvest Church?"

"As you requested, I sent you back. Do you want to go in and pray?"

"Damn it, you are really a human being with a dark and twisted heart. What I want to go back to is the place where I live, not this abominable church!"

Emlyn said with a distorted expression.

"Perhaps you can tell me where you live?"

Renekton reminded the vampire in front of him who was about to become angry.

"Uh" Emlyn was stuck for a moment, swallowed back what he was about to say, and then waved his hand pretending not to care:

"Forget it, it's not that far away anyway, I can just go back by myself."

With that said, Emlyn turned around and walked quickly to the side. Soon, Emlyn's figure disappeared around the corner.

With a chuckle, Renekton turned around and took a step forward, his figure disappearing into the spirit world and disappearing.

Back on Minsk Street, Renekton knocked on the door of Klein's house.

"Huh? Why did you start knocking on the door?" Klein asked in confusion as soon as he opened the door.

"Isn't this basic courtesy?" Renekton quickly entered the room and sat down by the fireplace.

After Klein closed the door, he also sat down by the fireplace. Before asking what he wanted to do with him, he saw Renekton staring at the flames of the fireplace and saying:

“Should sitting by the fire be accompanied by a barbecue?”

"This is the fireplace."

Klein corrected him.

"It's almost the same. Wait for me and I'll go back to get some things."

After saying that, Renekton stood up and walked to the wall aside, opening a "door" leading to his house.

A moment later, Klein saw Renekton, Bugs Bunny in a black cloak, and a crow with bright feathers coming to him through the "door" on the wall.

Behind them there is a pile of fruits, vegetables and meat floating in the air.

Klein sighed helplessly, stood up, and arranged the dining table and chairs.

The ingredients floating in the air fell one by one and were neatly placed on the dining table.

Klein looked at Bugs Bunny and Crow who were already sitting obediently on the chairs, and couldn't help but sigh:

"Your execution ability is really strong!"

"Winter goes better with barbecue beer, but it's a pity that Russell didn't seem to have invented beer, so he could only use juice instead."

As he spoke, Renekton stretched out his right palm, and dots of starlight emerged, quickly forming a slowly rotating star sand.

Renekton made a throwing motion, and the star sand in his hand scattered forward one after another, forming a transparent and bright barbecue grill.

Klein was silent for a moment. He felt that if it weren't for the physical control brought about by the clown potion before, his expression at this moment would have been wonderful.

He took a deep breath and said expressionlessly:

"Is this how you use your extraordinary abilities?"

"There's no way. It's not the path of a generalist. You can't hold a Gundam with bare hands. You can't even hold a barbecue grill."

Renekton sighed with a somewhat helpless tone.

Klein was speechless again and said rather speechlessly:

"I have some suspicion that your main purpose of collecting the characteristics of the generalist path is to enable you to defeat Gundam with your bare hands."

"Not only Gundam, I also want to create nuclear fusion with my bare hands!"

As he spoke, Renekton raised his hands as if embracing the sun.

Klein answered in a strange way: "Whose church do you want to blow up?"

Then the two fell silent together.

Renekton thought about whether what Klein just said could be a reminder of destiny, and began to think about whose church it was more feasible to blow up.

Klein originally thought that he had said the wrong thing, but Renekton's subsequent silence and thoughts made him wonder if the other party was moved by his casual words.