Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

After sighing for a moment, Klein performed in the bathroom in order to find a chance to enter above the gray fog. He immediately looked away, made some preparations, and went out.

Boom boom boom!

Renekton knocked on the door of Destiny's house nearby.

Soon, the door opened with a creak.

With a slight smile on his lips, Destiny glanced at Renekton who was standing at the door and directly expressed his inner thoughts:

"You want to borrow some luck from me?"

Renekton nodded slightly and said:

"Yes, if you are lucky enough, things will work out."

"Okay." Destiny nodded slightly in response, and then said in a slightly more solemn tone:

"As a reward for your luck today, I will need some help from you for my promotion soon. The disaster that will happen to Backlund this time seems to be serious. It is just the luck I have accumulated that cannot completely guide this disaster."

"Causing disaster?" Renekton thought for a moment, then asked curiously:

"What exactly is the promotion ceremony of a Chaos Walker?"

"Follow the guidance of fate, walk in a city caused by external forces and stir up the thread of fate, so that the chaos ends in a reasonable way."

The city of Backlund, which was in chaos due to external forces, was really not a good place for a ceremony. When the time came, the gods would appear.

After thinking for a moment, Renekton nodded happily and agreed to Destiny's request. After all, he himself wanted to participate in this great smog incident.

After receiving the answer, Destiny immediately closed his eyes, raised his hand and gave it a virtual squeeze in the direction of Renekton's head. He frowned slightly and repeated the gesture of the virtual squeeze again.

Then he slowly retracted his outstretched right hand, nodded slightly and said in a serious tone:

"Okay, your luck is enough for you to get all your wishes come true today, but don't consume it at will. The malicious perception of an apostle of desire is enough to consume most of the luck I attached to you."

Jowood District is not too far from the Holy Wind Cathedral.

After receiving the luck that Destiny had given him, Renekton stopped a taxi at the intersection and drove aimlessly around the city before finally arriving here and waiting for the Apostle of Desire to finish his assassination. Duke Negan met him by chance.

The carriage stopped at an inconspicuous fork in the road. Renekton created a spiritual wall around the carriage, then arranged a simple ceremony and began to pray to the Hidden Sage:

"The sage who has insight into the world, the eyes that pry into the truth, the embodiment of endless knowledge and spiritual numbers!"

“I pray to you;”

"Pray for secret protection"

As the prayer spell ended, Renekton felt his eyes blur, as if he saw a pair of indifferent eyes with countless bright stars staring at him.

Immediately, feedback came from his own spirituality, and a gauze like night enveloped him lightly.

After receiving the concealment effect given by the Stealth Sage, Renekton relaxed.

The malicious perception of the demon path is really troublesome. It is difficult for him to ensure that some of the thoughts that occasionally flash in his mind will not touch the other party's malicious perception, so he prays to the hidden sage for a secret effect.

Not long after the carriage stopped, Renekton heard the sound of wind.

He subconsciously raised his head and looked out the carriage's glass window, only to see the dim clouds and mist in mid-air being blown away by the strong wind.

Without even looking at the swaying leaves and branches, the strong wind just dragged an obvious trace in the air, heading straight towards the southeast wind.

After a few seconds, everything returned to normal.

"Oh, Storm Path is really an impatient man!"

Shaking his head slightly and sighing with emotion, Renekton saw the figure engulfed by the strong wind just as the strong wind roared past, the Bishop of the Holy Wind Cathedral, the Singer of God, Ai S. Snake.

The impatient Storm Brother is going to be a Storm Pigeon again.

Leaning in the carriage, Renekton waited for a not too long time before he saw a luxurious carriage coming from the direction of the West District.

In an instant, Renekton's eyes were filled with a lavender light.

His eyes glanced at the slowly passing luxury carriage, and then he shifted his gaze and looked around the carriage. Through the feedback obtained from different angles, he pieced together a scene inside the carriage in his mind. :

It is covered with carpets and furnished with beds, sofas, tables and other furniture, making it look like a mobile room.

Sitting inside was Duke Negan, who was holding a polished crystal cup and tasting red wine. Not too far away, there was another man in a straight tuxedo who was quickly taking notes with a notebook. secretary.

When Renekton's eyes swept across the carriage, he saw more than one aura representing magical items, including one on Duke Negan and one on his secretary.

Then Renekton's eyes wandered around, confirming the direction of the luxury carriage through feedback from the surroundings.

Until the carriage stopped in front of an extremely luxurious house, at a glance, there was a glass greenhouse in the garden, filled with flowers that did not belong to this season.

A dock in the dock area.

A man disguised as Patrick Jason Beria entered the pre-booked cabin.

He looked out the window, observed the misty sky, and silently counted the time in his heart.

After waiting for a while, he quickly took off his hat, took off his clothes, then reached out and pulled off the layer of human skin covering the surface of his body.

Revealing the image of a gorgeous lady under human skin, she methodically took out the clothes she had prepared and put them on one by one. In a very short period of time, she completed a complete image change.

Finally, she dug out a fist-sized stone statue from her suitcase, wrapped the layer of human skin that she had just torn off around it, tied it in a knot, and threw it directly into the river.

After doing all this, she clapped her hands, closed the window, picked up her suitcase, and left the cabin.

A small paper man was hanging on a branch by the river bank. There was a strange eye-like symbol painted on the paper man, as if he was silently watching everything that happened here.

Not long after, a howling wind blew in the air, blowing away the surrounding mist and blowing the small paper man hanging on the tree to an unknown place.

In Jowood District, in a carriage at a fork in the road not far from the Holy Wind Cathedral.

Renekton rubbed his eyes helplessly, as if the wind had blown sand into his eyes.

The sensory synchronization of the Secret Eye was really uncomfortable, and I was almost knocked unconscious. There was no way to recover the paper man. Fortunately, I had anticipated it and left a way for it to self-destruct.

However, who is the woman disguised as Patrick Jason Belial? She does not look like an Extraordinary of the devil's path, perhaps a member of the Sunset Red Pension Group?

After thinking for himself, Renekton memorized the appearance of the lady pretending to be Patrick Jason Beria, and planned to talk to her when he had the opportunity, and maybe he could find some additional clues.

Then he took out a new paper man from his pocket, shook it twice in the air, threw it out of the car window, and was carried away by a gust of wind.

Finally, it landed on the roof of a luxurious villa. Between the tiles on the roof, the eye symbol drawn on the small paper figure looked like a real eye, staring unblinkingly at the villa opposite.

In order to prevent his gaze from arousing the vigilance of the Beyonders in the villa, Renekton controlled the gaze of the little paper man and landed on the glass window of the villa opposite.

Watch the activities in the villa through the reflection of the glass.

The somewhat bloated Duke Negan hugged his mistress who was staying in the villa. There were two figures behind him, one should be his secretary who was following him, and the other was his bodyguard here.

There are also a number of security personnel scattered in different places outside the house.

Soon, Duke Negan entered the bedroom and closed the curtains. The little paper man, who had lost his vision, slowly lay down, like an ordinary piece of paper blown to the roof by the wind.

In the attic of the luxurious villa where Duke Negan kept his mistress.

A man in a dark coat sat on an old chair with his eyes half-closed. He didn't know what he was sensing. Suddenly, a smile of unknown meaning appeared on his face.

"Such a strong desire is not in line with my judgment of him. It seems that he has taken relevant drugs. However, this is so cooperative. Haha!"

The man raised his face slightly, as if he was intoxicated, enjoying and communicating with something.

"It's almost here now!"

He clenched his right hand fiercely, as if he was holding something tightly in his hand.

In the bedroom, Duke Negan seemed to have regained the feeling of his youth.

After a while, the surrounding air seemed to calm down.

Suddenly, he felt a rumbling in his mind, and Duke Negan felt that the pleasure of climbing to the limit suddenly exploded.

His eyes went blank, and his brain temporarily stopped thinking. His heart beat unbearably violently, as if a steam boiler with excessive pressure would explode at any time.

For a moment, Duke Negan's eyes were blank, his mouth was drooling, and he fell weakly onto his mistress who was lying flat on his back.