Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

"I do know a little bit."

Renekton spoke calmly. After seeing everyone's eyes drawn to him, he leaned forward slightly and said in a rare serious tone:

"The Royal Family of Loen, the Aurora Society, and the Witch Sect have reached cooperation. They each have their own plans. As for the specifics, it is still unknown."

"The royal family? Cooperate with the Aurora Society and the Witch Sect. Why?"

Audrey whispered in disbelief. Both the Aurora Society and the Witch Sect were recognized cult organizations. She couldn't understand why the royal family would cooperate with them.

"It allows three unrelated parties to cooperate, which shows that they have common interests or needs in their respective plans."

Alger, the Hanged Man, made a very sophisticated analysis.

Mr. Hanged Man's words reminded Klein, and the figure shrouded in gray mist was also lost in thought:

The Aurora Society is to summon the arrival of the true Creator, so what is the purpose of the Witch Sect? Spreading disaster to facilitate acting? Maybe there is a reason for this, but it is certainly not the main reason. Moreover, what is the royal family planning? What good would it do to them to plunge Backlund into chaos?

Wait, Prince Edsac and his lover who is suspected of being a witch. The witch wanted to see me, but was ruined by various coincidences created by 0-08, and Prince Edsac’s love for Talim. brooding over death

This is very interesting. The prince and the witch beside him are more like protons put together by both parties to gain trust.

Based on the principle of preferring to say less than to say something wrong, Klein controlled the trumpet world and began to direct and act on his own:

Shi Shi raised his head and looked sincerely at the figure in the gray mist at the top of the mottled long table:

"Dear Mr. Fool, your beloved in Backlund must have noticed something, right?"

Then, under the gaze of everyone who was either curious, worried, expectant or tense, he said calmly and casually:

"Edsacer Augustus, and his lover."

Hmm. Prince Edsac has a lover? No wonder he hasn't bothered me for a long time. He couldn't be a witch from the witch sect, right? I was still rejoicing before, but now it seems that this seems to be a problem.

Audrey, who was familiar with Prince Edsac, had already recalled some details, and she suddenly felt that her shoulders became heavy.

Although she didn't have a good impression of the prince, and even felt a little disgusted with him, these were just her personal feelings.

Audrey still had mixed emotions when she thought that the other party was involved in the Witch Sect and the Aurora Society, and would even bring disaster to the entire Backlund.

Augustus is the surname of the royal family, his lover, the Witch Sect. Could it be that the ups and downs of love between a prince and a witch were obstructed by forces from both sides. In order to pursue love, they decided to join the Aurora Society, and finally Lead to a widespread disaster?

The magician Forsi's instinct as a writer began to kick in, and he had already constructed a touching love story in his mind for the Prince Edsac and his lover.

"Ladies and gentlemen, see you next week."

The Fool, who was sitting at the top, calmly announced the end of today's Tarot meeting. A series of crimson rays of light rose up, and everyone's figures disappeared into the gray mist one after another.

In the land abandoned by God, there is a camp with a burning bonfire.

Derrick closed his eyes and calmly recalled what happened at the Tarot meeting, making sure that he had not forgotten the memory of that experience over and over again.

Taking a deep breath and calming down, Derrick slowly opened his eyes and carefully looked at the flames and teammates who were exactly the same as in his memory.

"Leave after 50 lightning strikes."

Just as Derrick remembered, Chief Colin spoke in a deep voice at this time.

The development of things was exactly the same as Derrick's previous memories.

Backlund, Minsk Street, Jowood District.

Renekton, who had just finished this week's Tarot session, slowly woke up from his seat, turned his head and glanced at the sky that was gloomy due to the perennial haze outside the window, and murmured:

"Disaster is about to begin"

A gray pigeon flapped its wings from the outside and landed on the window sill in time. The flesh and blood on its body squirmed and tore a crack full of sharp teeth in the chest cavity. It opened and closed continuously, and a crack came out from the friction of the flesh and blood. Hoarse voice:

"Your Majesty the Messenger of God, tomorrow afternoon we will begin the ceremony to summon our Lord to come."

As the voice fell, the already shapeless gray pigeon exploded instantly, flesh and blood splattered, and a map spread out around it.

Even if you are not a cult, you are sorry for this ability to control flesh and blood. Renekton complained in his heart.

He immediately memorized the map, then rubbed his fingers to create a golden flame, purifying all the flesh and blood residue around the window sill.

Then he returned to the desk, tore off a blank page from the notebook, picked up the round-belly pen beside him, and simply wrote a line of words:

"The ceremony is tomorrow..."

Then he rummaged through the room to find the ritual materials and quickly arranged a ritual to summon the messenger:

"Invisible creatures that roam the upper world, strange spirits that are friendly to humans, are the messengers of Bernadette Gustave alone."

After reciting the incantation, Renekton was observing with concentration, and then he vaguely noticed that something had broken into his room, but he could not catch it with the naked eye.

Renekton turned his gaze and looked at where the letter paper was. The paper that had been torn from the notebook was gone.

It's so fast. I sighed in a low voice, and then ended the ceremony of summoning the messenger.

After gathering the remaining materials from the ritual, Renekton sat back on the armchair next to the desk. There were still many details that needed to be discussed with Sasril in order to resolve the incarnation of the true Creator.

In the land abandoned by the gods, Derrick's exploration team arrived at the half-ruined temple again.

This time, as soon as the little boy's cry for help sounded, Derrick used his extraordinary ability, and a pure and clear light bloomed from his body, replacing the light of the extinguished animal skin lantern.

Chief Colin quickly took out a dark blue metal vial and smeared the colorless viscous liquid inside on his straight sword.

Immediately, he thrust his straight sword upwards, and streaks of silver snake-like light swam in the air, quickly spreading around and covering everyone in the team.

It lasted for four or five seconds before Chief Colin said in a deep voice:

"From now on, there can be no negligence and the alertness should be raised to the highest level."

The familiar words made Derrick calm down, and he followed the team into the temple with vigilance.

Inside the temple, Derrick pretended to examine the surroundings seriously while leaning on the murals, and then suggested that he go check there.

Derrick held up the animal skin lantern and based on his impression, quickly found the corner with the strange line of words.

"Rose of Redemption." He muttered the name silently and carefully examined the details of the mural.

His eyes quickly locked on a tall and lanky man with long silver hair hanging down to his vest.

His facial features are soft, his head is lowered, his eyes are closed, and there are layers of wings of light behind him.

Angel! The legendary angel! Is this the angel of fate? Derrick excitedly observed the situation around this angel.

Soon, he discovered that there was a winding, shimmering river at the feet of the angel.

The river kept twisting and turning, and finally weirdly circled back, forming a loop.

cycle! This creates a cycle! Derrick felt that he had grasped a certain key.

He tightened the hurricane ax in his hand, and after a slight hesitation, he raised the ax in his hand, and struck the river hard while his teammates looked at him in astonishment.

Anyway, even if it fails, it will only enter a new cycle without any consequences or impact.

A bolt of silver lightning was drawn and fell on the hurricane axe.

boom! With a bang, the hurricane ax in Derrick's hand was entangled with silvery white lightning and struck the river on the mural. The wall was dented and stone chips flew.

This time, the river connected end to end was completely disconnected.

He looked forward to the cycle being broken and him and the other team members jumping out of the temple together.

"What are you doing?"

What greeted him was Chief Colin's deep questioning. The other team members around him also looked at him warily, as if they would attack him if he made any move.

Derrick was stunned for a moment, this was completely different from the scene he expected.

He was a little helpless and wanted to reach out and touch the back of his head, but stopped himself and explained in a somewhat awkward and helpless manner:

"Well, I wanted to try to break the cycle, but it seems I found the wrong node."

"Cycle?" Colin asked in a deep voice. The straight sword in his hand was still hanging downward, but he was obviously using more force.

"Yes, loop, this is the sixth time we have entered this temple."

"I got some hints and recalled my previous memories. I knew that the problem might lie in the mural, so when I saw the looping river on the mural, I thought it was the node that put us in a loop."

Derrick said it quickly and concisely. Although the other members of the exploration team didn't know what was going on, the chief would definitely understand.

Colin's expression became serious, his brows furrowed, as if he was recalling whether there was really something wrong with his memory, and then he asked in a deep voice:

"When did you get the tip?"

"While resting in the camp outside the city."