Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Tuesday morning, Crown Cemetery.

Renekton changed into a slightly more serious black woolen coat, and stood at the edge of the crowd with Klein holding the flowers they had just bought.

She watched quietly as Talim's coffin was carried over, his body was laid to rest, and then it was buried in the soil bit by bit.

"Why did you come to attend Talim's funeral? Are you not familiar with him?"

Klein tilted his head slightly and said in confusion.

Renekton looked indifferent, as if he was grieving for Talim's passing, but said in a low voice with a hint of curiosity:

"I'm a little curious about what kind of accident 0-08 will arrange."

"Are you so sure that this was all arranged by 0-08?"

Klein's voice was hoarse, covering up the sadness and anger in his tone.

A living person, an optimistic and cheerful friend, died suddenly because of a ridiculous script written by others. People who knew about it could not even defend him.

"Trust your intuition."

Renekton said something with some unclear meaning.

Klein stopped talking and quietly scanned the audience. He saw Talim's mother standing there with red and swollen eyes. She wanted to speak several times, but she couldn't stop crying.

His father had gray hair and a haggard expression. Although he was standing there without moving, he had a trembling feeling.

Klein tilted his head slightly and closed his eyes.

After the people attending the funeral left one after another, the two of them walked over and placed the plain white flowers in their hands on top of the piled flowers.

Then he stepped aside and when he was about to leave, reporter Mike and Dr. Allen, whom Klein was familiar with, came closer.

"It's such a pity. I didn't expect Talim at all. Alas."

Mike whispered with a sad expression, unable to finish his words.

Dr. Allen, who was always cold, took off his glasses, wiped the corners of his eyes, and sighed in a low voice:

"He's a passionate guy"

While Klein and his friends were talking, Renekton glanced at the entire audience indifferently.

He saw a female figure wearing a heavy black skirt and a face-covering veil.

She was walking slowly towards Talim's grave, her eyes seemed to be scanning the surroundings inadvertently, looking for someone, holding a bouquet of white flowers in her hand.

Renekton moved slightly away from Klein and the others, lowering his voice and whispering softly.

His voice was so soft that even people standing nearby couldn't hear what he said.

But these sounds rippled around like water waves, reappearing in the places he expected as whispers that were so vague that their gender could not be identified.

"Triss? Let me tell you something interesting. A certain sequence in the hunter path can change a person from female to male. I think you must."

Triss, who had just presented a bouquet of white flowers to Talim, made a move.

boom! boom! boom!

There were successive explosions and screams from the crowd.

Renekton frowned slightly and turned around to look. Not far away, it seemed that some machinery was out of control, exploding with power and disturbing the nearby horses.

A look with strong malice scanned the whole place, and finally fell on him. Renekton's intuition was touched, and he felt that the owner of this look was probably a demigod.

Then he turned his head nonchalantly and looked in the direction of Triss. The female figure in a heavy black skirt who was still standing there had disappeared.

0-08, instead of arranging for me, you chose to create an accident to get Triss away? Renekton pondered in his heart.

It wasn't until the malicious gaze moved away from him that he relaxed slightly.

An imperceptible purple light flashed in his eyes, and he looked around, but found nothing.

Looking away, Renekton shook his head helplessly. I don't know how much Tris heard what I just said. The episode arranged by 0-08 must have prevented her from hearing everything.

He then walked slowly to the edge of the cemetery, preparing to wait for Klein.

After waiting for a while, as soon as he saw Klein coming out, a carriage with a black carriage stopped in front of him. The coat of arms on the carriage was skillfully concealed, making it impossible to tell which noble it belonged to.

Prince Edsac, something happened just now. Didn't he leave with Triss? No, it's possible that only the housekeeper remains now.

After waiting for a while, Klein got out of the carriage. He took a quick glance and saw Renekton waiting for him not far away.

He quickly approached and saw that there was no one around him, so he lowered his voice and said:

"I just saw the person who killed Talim. The ring on her hand was probably a level 0 sealed item."

Renekton responded softly as he started walking out of the cemetery:

"In a place like Backlund, it's not a surprise to meet a saint or an angel inadvertently. Even a passing dog may be an extraordinary person, and the rank is not low."

Klein was silent for a moment. He didn't know how to answer these words.

After making a joke, Renekton answered Klein's question seriously:

"I have already said hello to Ms. Triss, but unfortunately, I was disturbed by 0-08. I don't know how much she heard."

"0-08? The explosion and accident just now?"

"Did you really just say hello and not do anything else?"

Klein asked suspiciously.

Renekton shook his head slightly and said:

"The explosion just now seems to have disturbed a passing demigod, and the other person's eyes have been locked on me."

After reaching out to stop a carriage on the side of the road, the two returned to Minsk Street in the Jowood District.

In the evening, Renekton was traveling through the spirit world.

Today is the full moon. He plans to go to Lawrence before dark and ask him to recite the Fool's name to ask for shelter. If that doesn't work, he will ask the Hidden Sage for help.

In a daze, he actually fell out of the spiritual world.

"Lost? Ha~ shoddy script!"

Almost without thinking, he knew that he was being arranged again.

I felt a sense of vigilance secretly in my heart, and looked around intently for a while. The surrounding buildings were a bit familiar, I should have been here before.

Williams Street is located at the junction of Backlund's West District and Queens District. He quickly remembered where this was, and Renekton subconsciously glanced at the ground beneath his feet.

"Are you looking for me?"

A joking voice sounded beside Renekton.

The next moment, his figure instantly became transparent, as if he had turned into a statue made of countless stars.

The statue immediately shattered, and bright stars surged to the other side.

Groups of blazing flames suddenly shot up, forcing the surging stars to stop.

The shining stars quickly gathered inside, revealing Renekton's figure, staring intently at the flamboyant red figure walking out of the flames in front of him.

"Oh! He turned out to be the favored one of that dragon. No wonder you shouldn't have entered the ruins last time. You are really as timid as the god you believe in!"

Renekton felt that he did not truly admire the God of Knowledge, but when the evil spirit of Medici said these words, he felt a surge of anger in his heart for no reason, and wanted to rush forward and punch him to the flesh. beat the opponent down.

Renekton's eyes were filled with a hazy light blue light, his own rationality instantly took over, and the anger and other emotions in them were instantly suppressed.

"I hate that second and fifth dragon, and now I don't like you either."

Medici's voice was full of oppression. He slowly approached, like a hunter teasing his prey with nowhere to escape.

Renekton felt that his body and soul were locked by each other, and his body was trembling instinctively. Was it the hunter's gaze?

"Leo de."

"Shut up!"

A sharp, soul-shaking voice suddenly sounded.

The two faces of the Medici evil spirit tore open a mouth respectively. This is Medici and Sauron. The sound that Einhorn screamed at the same time was much more terrifying than the screams of the five wronged spirits in the sequence. .

Renekton's mind went blank for a moment, a strong stinging sensation and dizziness hit him, and scarlet blood overflowed from his nose and ears.

He bent over and hunched over, feeling that his vision was blurred. He endured the dizziness and stinging pain in his head, trying to clear his thoughts.

But there was only the fiery, dazzling red coming towards me.

"The power of knowledge"

As soon as he started reciting the honorable name in his mouth, he could no longer make any sound.

Renekton felt his soul burning and stinging.

"Meow~woo!"

A deafening sound suddenly sounded, a bit like the stern roar of a kitten, but when you look carefully, it felt like the roar of a giant dragon.

It seems to come from the depths of the soul, and seems to resound from infinitely high places.

"It's you. Betrayal"

There was a faint sound, but it quickly subsided.

When Renekton came back to his senses, he found that he had arrived at the Tasok River. A blue-gray short-tailed cat squatted proudly on a stone pier, its bright amber eyes watching Lei Keton quietly. Cotton.

The moment he saw the short-tailed cat, Renekton calmed down his thoughts and saluted the other person very respectfully:

"Thank you very much for your help."

"You are so bold that you actually plan to call out the tyrant's name directly. Even if this is Backlund, He will not have any scruples, especially when he is facing you and Medici's evil spirits."

Renekton was silent for a moment, frowning and said in a hoarse voice:

"I don't know why my first reaction was to die together."

The short-tailed cat raised its head slightly and said as if you were disappointed:

"The influence of the audience does not directly force you to change your mind. You had this idea at a certain moment when you saw the evil spirit. The influence of the audience only amplifies it and affects your judgment."