Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

After today's Tarot meeting, seeing that Klein had no intention of giving away the trait of the Human Skin Shadow for the time being, Renekton took out the trait of the Apostle of Desire and continued to study the ability to manipulate emotions and desires.

I was immersed in my own research. After an unknown amount of time, the knock on the door sounded for a while and then disappeared again.

"It's a bit late."

He leaned on the seat and sighed softly.

Not long after, the door to his study room was pushed open from the outside, and Klein walked in with a small iron box in his hand.

"This is the characteristic of the human skin shadow."

"There is also a hair. I remember that you are also good at divination. Can you help me divine the real cause of Talim Dumont's death?"

Klein spoke with an unusually serious tone.

Renekton raised his eyebrows and looked sideways, seeing the perfectly hidden hair that was close to the surface of the iron box, and said with some doubts in his tone:

"You should be better at divination than me."

Phew~ Klein sighed and said in a low voice:

"I have already done the divination. I just want to compare it through many different divination. I have some guesses about the things that interfere with the divination, but I am not sure yet."

"I just met Talim at the Krag Club not long ago. He is normal and in good health. There are no signs of sudden illness at all."

"Yeah." Renekton nodded slightly and took the small iron box and the hair that Klein handed over.

Hold the hair horizontally in the palm of your hand, close your eyes and recite in a low voice:

“The real cause of death of Talim Dumont”

“The real cause of death of Talim Dumont”

Repeatedly recited it silently three times, and then entered meditation.

In the dream of revelation brought by divination, he saw the Krag Club he had visited before, and saw Talim Dumont falling down with a twisted expression, clutching his heart.

If you look closely, you can see that there is a faint black aura surrounding his heart.

After a while, Renekton opened his eyes again and said in a serious tone:

"curse?"

"Can you divine?" Klein quickly asked.

Renekton shook his head slightly and said:

"I can just vaguely see something unusual. His death was not normal, but it was covered up by someone or something."

"I understand." Klein was not too surprised by this answer.

He frowned and nodded, then said goodbye and left.

After watching Klein leave, Renekton also stood up from his chair, went to the next room, and picked up the picture frame wrapped in a dark, viscous, liquid-like curtain.

"It's time to go to the old man to make a deal. There is so much time collected by Amon, so we can't waste it."

As he spoke, Renekton raised his hand in mid-air and made a slight push on the door, causing ripples like water.

In the void ahead, Renekton opened a "door" that connected to the unknown area of ​​the spiritual world.

As the "door" took shape, he stepped into it, and his figure suddenly disappeared into the room.

North District, inside a single-family house.

Between the layers of water, an invisible door opened, and Renekton walked out holding a picture frame wrapped in a dark, viscous liquid-like curtain.

His eyes were filled with a layer of purple fluorescence, and he looked around the room, but did not find any living creatures or anything with traces of parasites.

Of course, I'm not a guy like Amon who has obsessive-compulsive disorder with one eye. I can't see any abnormalities in normal parasitism.

Muttering to himself, Renekton casually sat on the sofa, waiting for Leonard to come back.

Before coming, he had already done a divination to determine when it would be a good time to visit, so that he would not run into Leonard's colleagues.

About two or three minutes later, there was the sound of footsteps approaching outside the door, but he paused immediately, as if he found a stranger intruding into his home.

But it soon returned to normal. The door opened with a creak, and Leonard, with black hair and green eyes, pushed the door open and entered.

He closed the door with his backhand, took a few steps closer, and said in a slightly dissatisfied tone:

"Are you just breaking into a night watcher's home like this? After all, I am also a night watcher of the church. You are not afraid that I will report it to the church and lock you behind the Chanis Gate."

Renekton raised his eyebrows slightly and said in a statement-like voice:

"There are a lot of sealed artifacts and information behind Chanis's door. What you said makes me a little moved."

"With so many magic potion formulas and sealed objects, you can definitely become rich overnight."

"You can definitely give it a try." Leonard said in a provocative tone.

Renekton waved his hand and did not continue the topic:

"I'm here to see grandpa today."

As he spoke, he handed over the portrait of Amon he was holding and said:

"Do you need me to remove the seal above?"

"Is there something in the Thief's Path? Remove it. Nothing in this Path will cause trouble in front of me."

Leonard's mouth came out with an old voice that did not match his age.

Renekton smiled and said:

"Of course, a tomb left by Amon here was looted a few days ago."

While speaking, Renekton separated the bone staff from the frame. The dark, viscous liquid-like shadow seemed to have lost its support, and suddenly scattered all over the place, blending into the surrounding shadows.

On the frame, the shadows were lost, and Amon's portrait was fully revealed.

Renekton noticed that Leonard's pupils shrank slightly.

Grandpa's mental quality is not good, he is just a portrait.

"Hmph! Don't have too many thoughts in front of a high-sequence thief."

The old voice muttered like a warning.

That's really harsh advice.

He muttered something in Chinese in his mind, then stopped his thoughts and brought the topic back on track:

"This picture frame contains the time, or life, lifespan collected by Amon? I think you need it."

"What do you want from me?" Pales said through Leonard's body.

"A favor."

"But not now, within two years, I will need you to help me steal something. This painting is a deposit."

Renekton mentally calculated the time when the war would break out. Only when everyone's energy was drawn into the war could I easily sneak into the church of the Eternal Sun and take away the attribute of the Knowledge Emperor.

"I refuse! My condition is not as good as you think."

"Which righteous god's church do you want to go to? Dark Night? Or the Lord of Storms? Or something else?"

Pales very cautiously rejected Renekton's conditions, and even guessed which church of the Righteous God he was targeting.

It seems that there is no way to impress this Worm of Time without offering some tempting bargaining chips. After thinking for a moment, Renekton said in a leisurely tone:

"The Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun, of course, this kind of thing will wait until you recover."

"And no matter what the situation is, you don't have to face the dazzling sun, the God of Knowledge, to stop Him."

"The conflict between you and Amon is inevitable, but there is not much time left. Having a Sequence One ally would be more beneficial to you no matter how you look at it."

Paris fell silent, but still controlled Leonard's body, which made the poet classmates who had many questions to ask could only watch quietly.

There was silence in the living room for a long time, and Pales' old voice spoke through Leonard's body again:

"Offending a true god is very likely to leave traces on Amon. Just being a sequence one ally is not enough."

Paris's reaction showed that he was moved by this deal. Renekton narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a hint of seriousness and solemnity in his voice:

"Add the blessing of a great being!"

"Great being? Which great being?"

"The one who represents knowledge!" Renekton smiled and gave an ambiguous answer.

After receiving the answer, Pales stopped talking and reached out to take the portrait of Amon in Renekton's hand.

The shadow of an ancient and mottled huge wall clock quietly appeared above Leonard's head.

This phantom is divided into twelve grids in total, each grid is either gray or green and black, intermingled with each other, with clear boundaries and different symbols.

An indescribable invisible torrent emerged, as if it had traveled through a long history.

The ancient mottled pointer suddenly turned one step counterclockwise, and the ethereal, illusory, yet long and melodious bell echoed in Renekton's mind.

He was lost for a moment, as if the time in front of him was slightly out of order, but he quickly recovered.

The next moment, he saw that the portrait of Amon held by Leonard's body began to decay rapidly. In just a few breaths, it lost its color and turned into fragile fragments, scattered. On the ground.

"It's not bad. Not only does it contain the time that Amon stole, but it also contains some of the characteristics left behind when it made this portrait."

Pales's old voice seemed to be more energetic.

"It seems that your condition has recovered a lot."

Renekton sighed softly.

Leonard's eyes were blank for a moment, but he soon recovered. He looked at the debris scattered on the ground, glanced slightly at the corner of his mouth and said:

"The old man fell asleep. He said he wanted to digest today's harvest."

While he was talking, Leonard had already walked to the sofa, sat on it casually, and asked in a rather curious tone:

"That was Amon in the portrait just now?"

"What do you want to steal from the church of the Eternal Blazing Sun? You still need the old man's help."

Renekton shrugged slightly casually and said:

"The characteristics of a knowledge emperor. Thieves are better at stealing things."

"In Trier, there may be additional danger for me, and Palles' help is necessary for me."

His voice paused for a moment, as if he thought of something, and he raised a helpless arc at the corner of his mouth and said:

"Pallez should have anticipated the next development when I took out the frame. He did not reject the deal, but was bargaining with me."

"What a bad old man."