Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Renekton's joke briefly silenced the room for a second or two. Before the atmosphere was ruined by the comments, he spoke again:

"I came to see how you are recovering, and by the way, I want to ask if you have any plans for promotion in the near future."

Lawrence was silent for a moment, as if he was calculating the time of the full moon, or doing some mental construction for himself, and then said:

"There will be a full moon in a few days. I want to give you an answer after I have spent the full moon babble."

"No problem." Renekton nodded lightly, then changed the subject and said:

"The Abraham family, do you know the whereabouts of the characteristics of the demigod and above in the general path?"

"General knowledge?" Lawrence shook his head in confusion and said:

"Sorry, I don't know, and there is no record of this in the family."

"Ever since our ancestors disappeared and the Abraham family suffered a blood curse, we have been gradually withdrawing from the stage of history, and we don't know much about the outside world."

Renekton was not too disappointed since he had expected the answer.

Forsi unexpectedly took a look at Renekton, who also mentioned this need in the Tarot meeting.

After struggling for a while, he still couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked:

"What are you doing collecting the traits of the Generalist path?"

"Cultivate a group of craftsmen." Renekton said without any secret.

"A batch?" Forsi was stunned for two seconds. Is there anyone who cultivates extraordinary people and uses the term "a batch" to describe them?

"Are you planning to form a force?"

Lawrence asked quickly.

Renekton saw the worry in the other person's eyes, and he was probably afraid that he wanted to involve the Abraham family.

He chuckled and said, "I do have this plan, but it has nothing to do with your Abraham family. You are too weak."

Hearing the other party say that the Abraham family was too weak, Lawrence didn't know whether to be angry or happy for a moment. But as long as the other party had no thoughts about the Abraham family, it didn't matter.

He sighed helplessly:

"The Abraham family can no longer withstand this kind of trouble."

"Mr. Men will definitely return, not too long ago."

Renekton pondered for a moment, then stood up and left, entering the spirit world and leaving.

"Traveler's abilities, but doesn't appear to use magical items."

Lawrence frowned and thought for a while, then looked at Forsi who was sitting opposite and said:

"Do you know which path of Extraordinary he is?"

"reader."

Lawrence pondered for a moment as if he was suddenly enlightened and said:

"Reader? No wonder."

"I have seen a comment from my ancestors on this path in family records: The omniscient one is omnipotent because of his omniscience."

Back on Minsk Street, Renekton frowned slightly with a strong sense of voyeurism and malice.

A layer of purple fluorescence lit up in his eyes, and he looked in the direction where he was inspired. His eyes penetrated the walls and saw a dark figure standing not far from the street.

The figure was covered in darkness like a shadow, and the specific appearance could not be seen clearly.

Behind him was a slightly illusory, huge figure, with goat horns covered with countless mysterious patterns bending out from the top of his head. He was carrying a pair of giant bat-like wings, surrounded by many red and light blue flames.

Just by watching, Renekton felt his emotions rising and falling rapidly, and all kinds of malice surged in his heart.

Using the reader's ability to control his own rationality, Renekton suppressed his various emotions and desires.

Staring at the tall demon figure in the field of vision, he frowned and murmured softly:

"Apostle of Desire, Jason Beria?"

Perhaps it was the too direct gaze that attracted the other party's reaction, and the two sides' eyes met together across several layers of walls.

The next moment, Renekton's figure instantly became transparent, turning into bright starlight and surging through the obstacles above his head, towards the roof, and then the figure reunited inside the stars.

Standing on the roof, Renekton stared at the figure in a straight tuxedo on the other side of the street, locking his eyes with him.

Rubbing his fingers gently, several golden illusory flames ignited in front of him. In an instant, these golden flames turned into rapid arrows and shot out.

The golden arrow dragged out a stream of pale golden light in the air, and then sank into a layer of illusory, viscous black liquid without causing a single ripple.

"Sun!" Renekton whispered a word in dragon language.

A golden light with a strong solar aura emerged around him. This light flowed like water waves towards the figure wearing a straight tuxedo in front of him.

Around the figure on the opposite side, more illusory, viscous black liquid emerged. These liquids were like a collection of the most sinister and shameful desires in the human heart, sweeping in in a manner that polluted everything.

The water-like light and the illusory, viscous black liquid quickly merged in mid-air.

"Zizzi!" After a harsh sound, everything returned to calm.

There is no golden light like water waves around, nor those illusory, viscous black liquids.

Renekton frowned slightly and looked towards the other person's previous location, but there was no one there.

With the purple fluorescence in his eyes, Renekton quickly looked around and did not see the apostle of desire, but he did see Destiny on the other side of the street.

A rough guess formed in his mind, and Renekton raised his hand to open a "door" in the air.

Next to Destiny, Renekton's figure stepped out of the void and asked with a slight smile on his face:

"Mr. Destiny, was the Apostle of Desire scared away by you?"

Destiny nodded slightly and said:

"It can be said that I noticed some abnormal changes in fate, and out of curiosity, I came to observe."

His gaze lingered behind Renekton for a moment, as if looking at something invisible to the naked eye.

"Abnormal changes in fate?" Renekton frowned slightly, and his smiling face gradually became calm.

Destiny stared at the place where the Desire Apostle disappeared, then withdrew his gaze and walked towards the house he rented:

"The Apostle of Desire, he shouldn't have come to you at this time."

"Although the devil's foreseeable danger cannot detect my existence, it is enough for him to detect the danger when he comes to you to seek revenge before he is born. What's more, if he is not fully prepared, he himself will not be your opponent. .”

"I didn't have the idea of ​​killing him just now. I was concerned about the ordinary people around me and the possibility of being discovered by extraordinary people from the official and the church."

"But, with my ability, I can isolate the battlefield and cover up the movement."

Renekton gradually frowned, and he felt a sense of familiarity.

"Someone interfered with the movement of destiny, and there was more than one person!"

Destiny's voice became deeper unconsciously, and there was obvious disgust in his tone.

It seems that Extraordinaries of the Path of Destiny hate this kind of behavior that interferes with other people's destiny at will. No wonder Ourolius chose the True Creator instead of Brother Amon.

Cursing in his heart, Renekton looked at Destiny and said in a sincere tone:

"Mr. Destiny, could you predict this abnormal change of fate in advance?"

"This is not a normal fluctuation of fate. I cannot predict it. After all, I am just an ordinary doom mage."

Destiny shook his head slightly and responded softly.

"I hate the audience!"

After muttering softly, Renekton returned to his study through the "door".

Sitting back in the armchair, Renekton frowned slightly. He still had no idea what was going on with Jason Belial.

Jason Belial still has the task of assassinating Duke Negan. He should not let him come to me to seek revenge at this time. This is tantamount to death. So, was it arranged by 0-08? That quill seems to like to find things for me, which is not something Ince Zangwill would do. It did it on its own?

"When did I offend that quill?"

Renekton muttered to himself helplessly.

"This may be an instinctive cry for help."

Sasriel's voice echoed directly in Renekton's mind.

Renekton was stunned for a moment, then closed his eyes and checked the condition of his body through spirituality.

After confirming that there was no problem, he breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"It seems that you are recovering well."

"What does asking for help mean? It's just a magical item, and this way of asking for help is too outrageous!"

"It's just a magical item, so you have to act according to your own instincts. Alsuhod is a guy who likes to play pranks and cause all kinds of tragedies. The quill obviously inherited this."

Sasriel's voice echoed in his mind.

It’s so outrageous. But when you think about it, it’s quite reasonable. Renekton was silent for a moment. Although this can explain 0-08’s method of asking for help, it is very outrageous to ask himself for help.

"As a serial characteristic of a fairy tale writer, it always knows that its situation will disappear whether Adam becomes a god or Angelweed returns."

"Perhaps it has come into contact with you and discovered something special about you, so it wants to seek help from you."

Sasriel seemed to be able to sense Renekton's inner thoughts through the state of his body.

Almost as soon as Renekton had a question in his mind, he gave the answer.

Ah, it hurts to lose the right to complain in my heart.

"I won't probe your thoughts unless there are unexpected circumstances."

Saslier defended himself.

Renekton did not answer. He looked directly in front of him. A dark, twisted and crawling spirit fell from the ceiling.

It looks like a wriggling waterweed with arms and legs falling to the ground. Those waterweed-like tentacles quickly twist and twist, forming a female figure with long hair and a fluffy skirt.

It even had a few cracks at its eyes and mouth, from which little green fluorescence emerged.