Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Renekton's eyes glanced at his left arm subconsciously. Even if Medici didn't notice his presence just now, he himself didn't even react.

The short-tailed cat seemed to understand Renekton's thoughts, and said in a steady voice:

"Adam does not want Medici to return to his true Creator now."

"Then can I go find Medici by myself?"

Renekton said with twinkling eyes.

"If He doesn't want to, you won't find Medici who is just an evil spirit."

After saying that, the short-tailed cat stood up from the stone pier and disappeared into the shadow of the street corner in a few jumps.

Retracting his gaze from the past, Renekton took a long breath and hoped that such an accident would not happen again. Not every time someone could come to the rescue.

That quill actually led me to meet the Red Angel evil spirit who had just left the ruins. This was not like a script that Ince Zangwill could write. He didn't know much about these things. What happened this morning, Did it lead to some retaliatory self-rescue?

Ince Zangwill did not appear nearby and was quietly led away?

After thinking for a moment, he shook his head again.

Phew~ He sighed and looked up at the moon that was about to appear.

He immediately withdrew his gaze, reached out and opened a "door" to the spiritual world in mid-air, and stepped into it.

West End, Hotel Carpensa.

Renekton's figure was quickly outlined in the room where Lawrence was.

Lawrence sat by the window, looking anxiously at the sky outside the window. He had been waiting for the full moon tonight.

Sensing the spiritual fluctuations in the room, Lawrence turned his head and looked over. When he saw it was Renekton, his expression obviously softened.

"Good evening, Mr. Lawrence."

Renekton smiled and stepped forward to say hello.

"Good evening, I was just worried about whether you would break your promise."

Lawrence did not hide his worries just now.

Renekton dragged a chair from the side, sat down and rubbed his eyebrows slightly:

"I will naturally not break the promise I have made. It's just that I encountered some trouble on the way here and was delayed for some time."

"Trouble?" Lawrence repeated in a low voice.

After seeing that Renekton didn't want to continue the topic, he stopped asking and instead said:

"The moon is coming out soon. What method are you going to use to prevent me from being affected by the full moon's gibbering?"

"I will give you an honorable name. If you pray to that existence, He will protect you when the full moon whispers."

Renekton said with a chuckle.

Seeing that Lawrence's expression became serious, he nodded slightly and quite heavily, and then said the Fool's honorable name:

"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck."

After closing his eyes slightly and keeping these three-part honorific names firmly in mind, Lawrence opened his eyes again, nodded solemnly and said:

"Do I need to prepare any rituals?"

"No, this is just an attempt. If it doesn't work, I will use other methods to block you from talking during the full moon."

Renekton shook his head slightly and responded.

Lawrence frowned slightly and asked doubtfully:

"Why try it first instead of using other methods directly?"

"That's too troublesome, and it's not convenient for all of you to start praying. The red moon tonight has already appeared vaguely."

Lawrence turned his head and glanced out the window. The crimson moonlight was already looming.

Immediately he nodded heavily, walked to the side chair and sat down, took a deep breath, clasped his hands together in front of his mouth and nose, closed his eyes, and began to recite in a low voice:

"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the yellow and black king who controls good luck;"

"I pray to you"

As soon as he returned to Minsk Street from the Steam Church, Klein heard vague whispers floating in his ears.

Praying, a man with an old voice, is this Mr. Lawrence?

Klein quickly entered the house, closed the door and window, entered the bathroom, walked four steps backward, and entered above the gray fog.

In the grand ancient palace, a new crimson star began to shine, creating ripples around it.

Klein immediately radiated his spirituality, and the crimson light spread like a tide, condensing into a picture.

In the picture, an old man wearing a heavy woolen coat and a half-high black top hat was praying to him. At a short distance next to him, Renekton, whom he had just met in the morning, was sitting.

"Lawrence?" Klein whispered.

Renekton had already told him about Lawrence before, so he was not surprised by this prayer to him.

He reached out and summoned a paper figure that he had cut out from the debris. He held a black emperor card in one hand and a dark gold sunbird-shaped brooch in the other.

Skilled in infusing spirituality, he infused the power of the gray mist he had stirred and his own spirituality into the paper man.

Then he casually threw the paper man towards the group of prayer lights representing Lawrence.

In the hotel room, Lawrence prayed three times.

He didn't feel any feedback, nor was he discouraged. This situation was what he expected. How could it be so easy to get a response from a great being.

Lawrence adjusted his mood and prepared to pray for the fourth time.

Suddenly, a thick gray-white mist filled his eyes, and he seemed to see a grand and ancient huge palace. In front of the palace, there was a majestic figure sitting in the gray mist.

That figure seemed to be looking down at everything in the world. He seemed to wave his arm slightly, and a golden figure carrying twelve pairs of black wings appeared and approached him.

Until the golden figure wrapped itself in layers of wings.

Angel? .Still an archangel with twelve pairs of wings. Lawrence was speechless for a moment. He didn't know how to express his current mood.

He prayed to the gods for mercy, something he had done before, but he never received a response.

"Thank you, respected Mr. Fool."

After the golden angel's voice disappeared, Lawrence whispered in a very respectful tone.

Regardless of whether it is effective or not, a response from a great being without malice means a lot.

While his mind was spinning, Lawrence caught a glimpse of the crimson full moon that had revealed its true face outside the window. For a moment, he felt as if he heard that familiar murmuring voice.

But the next moment, these sounds seemed to be transferred to an unknown place, and there was no longer that crazy murmur in his ears.

Taking a deep breath, Lawrence calmed down his excitement, turned to look at Renekton and said:

"It really works! I no longer have those murmuring sounds during the full moon in my head!"

Renekton smiled and nodded:

"The night is still very long, and the full moon will continue to whisper for a while. We can sit down and chat to kill the time."

"No problem, do you like coffee or black tea?"

There was a sense of relief in Lawrence's voice.

"Coffee." Renekton nodded slightly.

"Wait a moment." Lawrence walked aside and started brewing coffee skillfully.

After a while, he came over with two cups of coffee, handed one to Renekton and said:

"I didn't bring any coffee beans with me when I came to Backlund, so we could only drink the coffee in the hotel."

"Not bad." Renekton took a sip and commented.

Lawrence also took a sip of the coffee in his hand, and his gaze gradually deepened as he looked out the window at the full moon.

After a while, he said as if reminiscing to himself:

"I have almost forgotten what a full moon looks like. The last time I saw a full moon was before I became a Beyonder, when I had just grown up."

"The ravings during the full moon brought the once-prominent Abraham family to such a state that now there is no longer even a Sequence Six Extraordinary."

"When you said you could help the Abraham family solve the problem of the full moon whispering, I actually didn't believe it. I just thought you were also planning on those powerful magical items we have."

Renekton listened quietly, restraining his embarrassed desire to touch his nose, and only answered after Lawrence told him:

"Most of the angel families in the past are no longer what they used to be."

"Only the Seven Gods are always high."

Lawrence fell silent, then smiled bitterly and shook his head:

"Seven Gods, if the ancestor of our Abraham family had not disappeared, he might have already entered the ranks of the Seven Gods."

"It's a pity that all this was a no-brainer. Our Abraham family is just hanging on for a while now."

Even if Mr. Men had no accident, he would have waited until the end was near before ascending to the throne. Unfortunately, when the apprentice path reaches a high level, he must go to the stars. It is too difficult to think of a problem.

Renekton quickly restrained his divergent thoughts, stopped thinking about things related to this, and asked instead:

"Mr. Lawrence, do you have any plans to be promoted to Recording Officer now?"

"You, the Abraham family, should have corresponding material reserves."

Lawrence nodded slightly, then shook his head:

"If possible, I would even like to be promoted to a Sequence Four demigod."

"But it's almost impossible. I'm too old and my body is no longer young."

At this point, Lawrence smiled bitterly and shook his head, his tone gradually weakened:

"The main ingredients of the recorder's potion are the complete brain of Asman and the cursed object of the ancient vengeful spirit. The brain of Asman still exists, but the cursed object of the ancient vengeful spirit does not exist at least as far as I know. .”