Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

"Okay." Klein nodded lightly, and then asked another question out of curiosity:

"Why do you call me master?"

Water light floated on the surface of the mirror, and lines of silver words appeared:

"Great Master, the moment I saw you, I knew you were the master I needed to follow. This is just like the meaning of my birth!"

"Are you satisfied with this answer? Master? Can I still call you master?"

The monotonous silver words in the mirror inexplicably make people feel a little uneasy and flattering.

Klein frowned and pondered for a long time. He really couldn't figure out why the magic mirror of the Steam Church had such an attitude towards him. It seemed a bit like it was trying to please him in a humble way.

With the idea of ​​​​stabilizing this unknown magic mirror first, Klein nodded lightly and responded:

"can."

"Okay, Master! No problem, Master! ^w^"

A layer of water light floated rapidly on the surface of the mirror, revealing new handwriting, followed by a happy emoticon.

This is still a mirror that is at the forefront of trends!

Klein sighed silently, and then saw new words emerge in the mirror in front of him:

"My dear master, the Church of Steam asked me for some information about the Apostle of Desire today. Do you want to know? o°w°o"

"I think." Klein nodded slightly and answered very honestly.

There is water light floating on the surface of the mirror again, and pictures are revealed.

There is a scene of Ikanser asking about the Desire Apostle who ordered the assassination of Duke Negan, and Arrods's answer. There is also a scene of him asking who killed the Desire Apostle, and another member of the Machinery Heart asked the Desire Apostle's collaborator. What.

Finally, the picture on the mirror was frozen in the darkness with a vague figure, and then lines of silvery words emerged one after another:

"Dear Master, you must be careful about the guy who killed the Desire Apostle who was next to you at the time. He has an unclear relationship with the true Creator whom the Aurora Society believes in."

"There is something very scary about him, which makes it impossible for me to even take a peek at him. In addition, he also has a very high level of secret protection!"

"he"

The words that appeared on the surface of the mirror paused for a moment, and the unformed handwriting dissipated one by one, re-condensing into a new sentence:

"Master, the people from the Church of Steam are calling me. I need to leave first."

"Farewell, my great and supreme master, your faithful servant is always at your call!"

There is also a little waving expression at the end.

After a second or two, all the writing on the mirror disappeared, and Klein's figure was reflected again.

Leaving now? Why does it feel a little rushed? Did it want to say something just now but was blocked?

Klein frowned and thought for a moment, then turned and left the bathroom.

Deep in the spiritual world, in a magnificent library.

Renekton, who had already digested the secret magic tutor's potion, was ready to ask Mr. Huang for a copy of the prophet's characteristics that he had promised before.

Mr. Huang, who was sitting in the high-backed chair, had a fleeting glint in his eyes, and then he murmured softly:

"This mirror really dares to say anything. It has omniscient authority, but it doesn't have enough personal support, and it doesn't know how to restrain itself."

"Well" Renekton suddenly thought of the figure licking the dog mirror, and said thoughtfully:

"Mirror Arrodes? Is its omniscience powerful?"

Mr. Huang looked far away for a moment, and then said meaningfully:

"If there is enough personal support, it can also be slightly equal to an omniscient being."

Enough personality. Above the gray fog? Licking the dog and licking everything to the end!

"Don't have any thoughts about it. Even the all-knowing person cannot see its true origin. They only know that it is related to the Sea of ​​Chaos. It is most likely a back-up plan used by the God to prevent the resurrection of Tianzun."

Mr. Huang warned Renekton in a serious tone.

After an awkward moment, Renekton quickly collected his thoughts and asked curiously:

"If you have the virtual personality ability of a manipulator, can you do multiple spellcasting?"

This is the ability that Renekton, who relies on spellcasting as his main fighting method, most wants to possess. After all, spellcasting is not as convenient as the extraordinary abilities that come with potions. It requires a certain amount of casting process that cannot be streamlined.

This is why Renekton prefers to use the extraordinary abilities of the astrologer instead of the occult tutor when fighting.

Even the secret techniques developed by oneself are, at best, sped up a bit due to proficiency, and cannot be as convenient as one's own extraordinary abilities.

Mr. Huang nodded slightly, then shook his head slightly and said:

"If you become a sage or a wise angel, you can easily have this ability."

"Although the avatar of the Visionary path can perform multiple spellcasting to a certain extent, this is a huge burden on your own spirituality and spirit, and will also cause the intensity of the spells you release to decrease."

"Multiple spellcasting will also lead to a decrease in spell power. After all, it is not an external brain."

Renekton sighed softly.

"External brain?" Mr. Huang pondered in confusion, and then started thinking seriously.

Renekton stood quietly on the side, waiting for Mr. Huang to finish thinking.

Without waiting for too long, Mr. Huang ended his thinking and said in a rather happy tone:

"It's not impossible to cast a spell through an external being, it's just like using a magical item, except that the magical item is replaced by something else."

Mr. Huang's eyes fell on the statues at the entrance of the library, and his eyes were filled with pure white brilliance.

Renekton followed Mr. Huang's gaze and saw a semi-illusory mirror image appearing next to the statues made by himself at the door.

These mirror images looked quite rigid. The next moment, they all shattered and turned into dots of light, which merged in mid-air to form a pattern composed of twisted characters.

In an instant, these patterns appeared around Renekton, as if a force wanted to imprint them on his spirit body.

After a tingling sensation, he saw a few more tattoos on his spiritual body.

"What is this?" Renekton looked at Mr. Huang curiously.

"The imprint that stores spells contains part of the will of the statues you made. They have the instinct to use extraordinary abilities, and they also accumulate their own spirituality. When you activate it when you need it, they can directly release the corresponding spells."

"These marks are not permanent and each can only be used once."

"Remember to write a report to me about your feelings and feedback after using it. I will make some adjustments and then distribute this method of storing spells to the church."

Mr. Huang said in a calm voice, as if he had done an inconspicuous thing.

"I understand."

Renekton looked at the tattoos on his spirit body and didn't expect that they were still beta versions.

"For the prophet characteristics you need, just pray to me directly after you go back. If you still need the insight characteristics later, you need to exchange them for something of equal value, preferably other sequence characteristics with interchangeable paths. "

Renekton nodded slightly. He was not surprised. Even the seven major churches did not have too many saint-level characteristics.

Then I felt my eyes blurred, and the surrounding scene quickly receded. When I came back to my senses, my consciousness had returned to the real body.

After moving his body a little, Renekton rummaged through the materials he needed and quickly arranged a ceremony to pray to Mr. Huang.

Soon a round crystal-like thing appeared in front of Renekton's eyes. There were many wandering threads intertwined in the crystal, forming a symbol similar to the omniscient eye.

Holding this crystal in his hand, Renekton felt that there were some intangible things in his eyes. They burst out from everything around him, were densely packed, and intertwined with each other, forming an invisible beginning and end. The mighty river at the edge.

".Some kind of manifestation of the long river of destiny?"

With a low murmur, Renekton took out the small iron box he had prepared, put the crystal in it, and sealed it with a spiritual wall.

Greene Cemetery on the outskirts of the West End.

Forsi walked quietly beside a member of the Abraham family. The other person was the teacher introduced to her by Lawrence, Dorian Gray Abraham. She was accompanying him to visit the graves of Mrs. Anlisa and her husband.

In a secluded, peaceful and cold environment, Forsi and Dorian walked to Lawrence, who had been waiting in front of the tombstone.

They were silent for a long time, and after a long while, Lawrence sighed and said:

"I should have died some time ago."

"What happened next?" Dorian could probably guess why Lawrence said that.

Lawrence was silent for a moment, his voice a little helpless and with a tragic tone:

"I was saved by a strange Beyonder who knew the ancestors very well. He offered to help the Abraham family to a certain extent, but the price will be paid by the ancestors after they return."

"I can't tell whether his words are true or false. However, I feel that I am going to die anyway, so it doesn't matter if I gamble with my life. I will not let this matter involve the Abraham family."

After a slight sigh, his tone weakened and he continued:

"I didn't want you to come here. Backlund is not a safe place."

"I am contacting you because I want to recommend Ms. Fors to you. She is a kind, well-intentioned lady who values ​​friendship. She has been recognized by Anlisa, and now she is also recognized by me. Once, Anlisa was Lisa took her into an extraordinary world."

"I hope you can continue to be her teacher in the occult and lead her on the path of apprenticeship."

The eyes that watch all living things, the stigmata from the original land, the omniscient one who serves the fool, the great Arrodes