Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Renekton raised his eyebrows slightly. He suddenly felt that Medici's death was not unjust. As the only one with a bright mind around Zhenzao, it was completely reasonable for the divine Adam to temporarily offline him.

After a brief silence for two seconds, he said in a slightly thoughtful tone:

"The cooperation between the Loen royal family and the Witch Sect, what they give is a conqueror trait."

"That's why I showed up."

"I want to take away the characteristics of a conqueror, and I need your help."

Saslier's voice then sounded.

"." Renekton opened his mouth, but no words came out.

"Aurora will not be able to make any more moves, as this will affect the mission in Loen, and will also attract a crazy attack from the furious people."

Wrathful People, so that's what you called your former subordinate. You didn't directly call him a traitor or a bastard. Renekton's focus was a little distracted.

There was nothing on his face, he just frowned slightly and said:

"Snatching a copy of Sequence One characteristics from the Loen royal family and the Witch Sect is something that even an angel may not be able to do."

Sasril was not surprised by Renekton's polite rejection. His voice remained calm and he said:

"Ouroleus will come at the right time, and fate is on your side."

"You can go to the Church of the Night and seek some help from Him. He has enough reasons and stance to take action against the Witch Sect."

"You are more likely to become the Demon of Knowledge than steam. He will help you. He is always full of ideas and dares to invest."

"Am I more likely to become the Demon of Knowledge than steam?" Renekton asked incredulously.

His first reaction was that the other party was deceiving him, but if he thought about it carefully, maybe what he said was true. But the one most likely to become the demon of knowledge would only be the wilderness of knowledge itself.

After a moment of silence, he took a deep breath and continued:

"This is a deal between you and the goddess of the night, but I can take you to the church of the night."

Renekton politely rejected the other party's idea of ​​letting him directly participate in this matter. With the characteristics of a conqueror, it is estimated that the entire witch sect will have to hunt him down.

Sasril won't always be by my side, and I can't handle the Witch Sect's pursuit.

"Secret keeps you from being noticed."

"The reward I can give is: part of the faith in the land abandoned by the gods; and when you need help later, I will take action for you once as the true creator. This is not included in the battle between you and the steam."

"." The words of rejection were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say them out.

Renekton reached out and pinched the center of his brow, and hesitated for a long time before saying:

"You have to negotiate the deal with the Goddess of Night yourself. She probably doesn't have a good impression of me. Moreover, I still need his acquiescence and even help when facing the God of Steam."

"No problem." Saslier responded decisively.

The shadow in front of the bookshelf twisted and squirmed, then returned to Renekton's feet and turned into a normal shadow.

I must leave Backlund as soon as possible. If I stay any longer, I will become the tool man I was created to be.

After thinking for a moment, Renekton stood up from his seat, put on the coat he had put aside, and prepared to go out.

North End, St. Samuel's Church.

Renekton's figure walked out of a taxi parked on the roadside. He paused for two seconds, glanced at the black-based sacred church in front of him, adjusted his emotions, and then walked over.

Today is not a special day. There are not many people who come to the church to pray. After Renekton stepped into the church, he glanced around briefly and walked towards a slightly empty place.

He saluted a priest passing by and drew four dots on his chest to create an image of a crimson moon.

Then he found a place to sit down, adjusted his posture slightly, clasped his hands and placed them on his chest, closed his eyes slightly and began to pray properly.

"You are the goddess of the night, nobler than the starry sky and longer than eternity. You are the Lord of Crimson, the Mother of Secrets."

Reciting the honorable name of the Night Goddess in a low voice, Renekton felt that his thoughts were in a trance for a moment, and then he felt like he was in a sea of ​​night herbs.

The peaceful and quiet atmosphere around makes people want to stay here and sleep until eternity

Renekton felt as if he was caught in a drowsiness, and his whole body was in a daze.

Reason was telling him that he was already asleep and everything around him was a dream.

But the smell of night vanilla lingering around his nose and every part of his skin was so real, and the silence and silence around him was lulling him to sleep.

"I'm already asleep, how can I enter a deep sleep? Are you sleeping in a dream?"

Renekton was thinking unclearly. The time around him passed extremely long and silently. He didn't know how long it had passed.

Finally, the surrounding night was broken, the night herbs like a sea of ​​flowers disappeared, and the feeling of tranquility and tranquility disappeared.

Renekton opened his eyes again and looked around in confusion, confirming that he was still praying in St. Samuel's Church.

Dreamland, am I isolated? How stingy!

Muttering something secretly in his mind, Renekton stood up, walked to the donation box at the front, took out some of the cash he had on him and threw it in, then turned and walked out of the church.

Before taking two steps, he saw Leonard walking towards the prayer hall from the other direction of the church.

The two looked at each other, and Renekton clearly saw the confusion and surprise in Leonard's eyes for a moment, and then immediately calmed down all expressions, looking like I don't know you.

The corner of his mouth slowly raised a curve, he withdrew his gaze, and passed by the other person.

After walking out of St. Samuel's Church, Renekton stepped forward and tilted his head slightly, as if listening.

"Hei Ye and I have reached a certain degree of cooperation. When we seize the conqueror's characteristics, chanting his name will give us secret blessings."

Saslier's voice echoed in his mind for a while, and then fell silent.

He sighed with a complicated mood, without saying much. Saslier must not have finished what he said. If it was just a simple cooperation, there was no need to block me out. What else did they discuss? Most likely it has something to do with me.

Constantly thinking about things in his mind, Renekton kept walking forward, looking for an uninhabited corner, raised his hand to open a "door" in mid-air, and stepped into it.

In the south area of ​​the bridge, in the Harvest Church.

Renekton's figure walked out of the corner at the back of the church. Father Utravsky, who was sitting in front of the Holy Emblem of the Earth and praying, and Emlyn, who was wiping the long table, glanced at Renekton at the same time, and then again Everyone looked away.

"Good morning, Father, I've come to pray."

Renekton walked up to Father Utravsky, said hello to him, and then found a seat behind the priest to sit down.

Close your eyes, clasp your hands, put them in front of your mouth and nose, and begin to pray in a low voice:

“Thank you, source of life;

Praise You, Mother of all things;

Praise you, Mother Earth! "

"Your faithful followers pray to you."

A little dazed, Renekton felt like he had fallen into a dream again, but this time he was not left alone.

He appeared in a vibrant field, surrounded by tinkling springs, ears of wheat swaying in the breeze, various herbs and flowers, and even many small translucent animals running like bubbles , gliding

Renekton looked into the distance, and a simple baby figure surrounded by wheat ears, flowers and spring water symbols came into view. This was a huge holy symbol of life.

Immediately, he lowered his head as if feeling something. Under his feet, there was gurgling spring water wrapped around the petals and leaves, forming lines of words:

"Sequence 6: Biologist, able to hybridize various living things, and has a deep understanding of the characteristics of living things; but before becoming a demigod, these products lack souls."

“Main materials: The rhizome of an ancient golden oak tree, the heart of an adult Pegasus;

Auxiliary materials: 30 ml of spring water from the golden spring of Sunia Island, one golden crown sun flower, and 20 ml of the blood of the wild black wolf. "

After Renekton wrote down the biologist's formula, the dream quietly shattered.

In the prayer hall, Renekton, who reopened his eyes, stood up and saluted the Holy Emblem of Life in front of him.

Judging from Lilith's attitude, when I was in Feneport, my contact with the Church of the Earth also had the intention of pushing the boat along. Was it for the part of the Brood that was sealed in the Western Continent?

Renekton felt that his guess was most likely correct. Lilith was different from the other true gods. The path she was on belonged to the gods outside the stars.

In order to regain her own authority and complete her own personality, the fallen mother goddess has been trying to influence the two paths of the moon and the mother, and as time goes by, this influence becomes more and more serious.

The debts on my body are increasing!

"Have you finished praying?"

Emlyn put down the rag in his hand at some point, came closer and asked with a confused and uneasy expression.

Renekton turned his head and glanced at Emlyn's rather troubled expression. Was the Blood Tribe already trying to trick him into praying to the Fool?

Resisting the urge to pat the other person's shoulder, he nodded gently and said:

"Well, what's the matter with you?"

Emlyn took a deep breath and said as if he had made up his mind:

"I have something to ask you."

"Let's go and chat." Renekton pointed to the tables and chairs in the corner of the church.