Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Renekton glanced at Forsi, who looked a little flustered and worried, and said thoughtfully:

"Ms. Fors, it seems you didn't have time to leave Backlund with your friends?"

"Are you interested in taking on one of my commissions?"

Lawrence also looked at Forsi after hearing this, and said with concern:

"If you still can't find a suitable reason to persuade your friend to leave, I can invite you and your friend to visit Jianhai County for a while."

"Thank you, Mr. Lawrence, I will consider your proposal."

Forsi thanked Lawrence very gratefully.

Then she turned to look at Renekton. Although she didn't want to accept any commission at this time, she still asked out of politeness:

"Mr. Tynes, what is the commission you are talking about? If it is suitable, I will consider the next step."

No matter how tempting the reward he offers is, I will never involve myself in the danger that may engulf the entire Backlund.

Renekton leaned back in his chair and said in a calm voice:

"Appease the people, treat their injuries secretly, and create some urban legends."

".?" Forsi stared at Renekton in confusion. Except for the last sentence, shouldn't everything else be what the Orthodox Church should do? .Does the Church of Knowledge want to spread its faith to Loen?

"To appease the people and treat them secretly? Will this incident affect many innocent civilians?"

Forsi asked with a slight frown.

"Wherever witches appear, there is always disaster."

Renekton sighed, and then turned the topic back to the commission:

"Because of your status as a wild Beyonder, you can act in the area around the Harvest Church, and the bishop there will cooperate with you."

"Moreover, I will also give you some help, at least you will not be affected by this disaster."

Forsi lowered his head slightly, lost in thought, and unconsciously pulled the brown curly hair under his shoulder with one hand.

There was silence in the room for a while before Forsi hesitantly said:

"Although I used to be a surgeon, treating injuries is not my strong point, and apprentices don't have bonuses in this area."

Renekton nodded slightly, and then gave a detailed explanation and promise:

"I can provide these. The main reason why I propose this commission to you is that the apprentice's ability to open doors allows you to move freely and flexibly without attracting the attention of others."

"And I will provide you with some anti-divination abilities, so that even if the official Extraordinary discovers a problem, they can't trace it."

"No problem." Forsi agreed to the commission without hesitating for too long.

It's very difficult to take Xio away tomorrow. It's hard for me to convince her without a suitable reason. It's better to accept the other party's entrustment and take Xio with me when the time comes, and sneak into the Harvest Church if there is danger.

Renekton nodded slightly, took out 200 pounds from the gold pounds given by Lawrence, and handed it to Forsi:

"This is the reward. I'll give it to you in advance."

Then he found paper and pen, wrote down the summoning spell for his messenger, and handed it to Lawrence and Forsi respectively, so that they could contact him directly through the messenger if they had anything to do.

Jowood district, Minsk Street.

Renekton stepped into the spirit world, and his figure quickly outlined in the study.

"Huh?" His eyes fell directly on the desk. Compared with when he left, there was an extra piece of folded letter paper.

"Bernadette's reply?"

Renekton murmured to himself and walked closer. He picked up the piece of paper and unfolded it. The handwriting on it was very beautiful and he wrote:

"Eleven o'clock tonight, on the banks of the Tasok River."

After reading it, he swung the letter in the air twice, and the paper quickly burst into flames. A breeze blew by, and all the ashes were swept out of the window.

He rummaged through the desk drawer and found 200 pounds in cash, which made up for the gold pounds Lawrence had spent on purchasing the cursed object of the ancient wraith.

Go downstairs to find a natural spirit and ask him to take the gold pound to Klein on the opposite side.

Then he returned to the study, closed his eyes slightly, pondered over his preparations and plans, and improved them.

After a while, the natural spirit who was sent to deliver the money came back with two hundred pounds in cash and a note.

"These two hundred pounds are your reward."

"Had I known it, I would have given him 1500 pounds directly. After a round of twists and turns, the two hundred pounds came back."

Renekton put the two hundred pounds in cash back into the drawer and whispered to himself.

In the evening, inside the Audra family's underground building.

Emlyn stared at the iron-black coffin in front of him with an uneasy expression. Inside lay an ancient vampire, the vampire who told him the revelation given by his ancestor.

Emlyn tried his best to make his voice less panicked and anxious as he said:

"Lord Nibais, I accept the mission of the ancestor!"

An old voice soon came out of the coffin and responded:

"very good."

"When do you want to start? What are your unfulfilled wishes?"

".?" When Lord Nibais asked if he had any unfulfilled wishes, the courage Emlyn mustered up almost completely dissipated.

He shook his teeth and said with a look of death:

"No need! You can start now."

Soon Baron Qasimi, a descendant of Nibais, came over with candles, essential oils, herbal powders and other materials needed for the ceremony.

Emlyn stood quietly for a while, seeming to be mentally building himself up.

He glanced at the iron-black coffin with strange patterns in the center, and there seemed to be subtle fluctuations in the air around it.

Taking a deep breath, Emlyn began to perform the ritual according to the normal procedure, lighting candles, dripping in essential oils, and sprinkling in the corresponding herbal powder.

In the dense atmosphere, Emlyn lowered his head, began to meditate, and repeatedly recited the honorable name of "The Fool":

"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."

In the monotonous but rhythmic voice, Emlyn gradually relaxed and entered a wonderful state.

The body is relaxed and restrained, as if it has fallen into a deep sleep, but its own spirituality has become lively and light, constantly spreading outward.

At this time, he felt like he was floating upwards.

This state did not last long. After two or three minutes, Emlyn returned to reality slightly tired.

He opened his eyes, looked at the iron-black coffin in the center, and said half relaxed and half disappointed:

"Lord Nibais, I got no response."

After a while, Nibais' rather hoarse voice sounded:

"Okay, you stay here tonight to prevent unexpected situations."

"Okay!" Emlyn nodded in complete agreement.

Eleven o'clock at night, on the banks of the Tasok River.

Renekton had already been waiting here. The winter evening wind was biting and chilly. He couldn't help but stretched out his hands and rubbed them, creating a stream of warm flames around him.

Before enjoying the warmth of the flames, suddenly there were many green and thick pea vines hanging down from the surroundings, one after another, densely packed and layered. They were intertwined and intertwined, quickly forming a forest with no top visible.

A pumpkin carriage suddenly appeared beside him, opening its door and inviting Renekton inside.

Is there such a sense of ritual every time you appear? I am also a secret peeper, but suddenly I feel that I am very out of style!

With a sigh in his heart, Renekton stepped into the pumpkin carriage.

The carriage quickly followed Wandou Teng upwards, driving all the way to a fairy-tale garden.

Bernadette was sitting on a swing made of pea tents, wearing an olive green dress and an old-fashioned black soft hat, with fine gauze hanging down to cover her face.

Renekton subconsciously glanced at the slightly old-fashioned black soft hat on Bernadette's head. She seemed to like this hat very much. Maybe it was given to her by Russell?

"Good evening, madam~" He quickly recovered his divergent thoughts and greeted the other party with a smile.

Bernadette nodded lightly, and then went directly to the topic:

"Good evening, the incarnation of an evil god has come. Even if he actively seeks death, we cannot easily kill him. How are you prepared for this?"

Renekton tilted his head slightly, as if he was listening to something, then nodded slightly, picked up the bone staff hanging on his waist, and threw it into his shadow.

Immediately, he felt that the fallen thoughts in his heart were separated, mixed with something and combined with the shadow.

The next moment, the shadow under his feet suddenly came to life, rising up like water, twisting and squirming into a human-shaped dark figure.

A gleam of purple light flashed in Bernadette's eyes, and she looked at the sudden dark figure with a wary expression.

“He is part of the true Creator’s will to return to normal.”

Renekton reminded Bernadette aloud, telling her not to peek too much, lest she get hurt by seeing the Hanged Man.

"You can call me Sasril. Perhaps your father once mentioned me to you."

Saslier said in a calm voice without any fluctuation.

"Sasril? That deputy king of heaven?"

Bernadette only pondered for a moment, then quickly gathered her thoughts and brought the topic back on track:

"At what level is the incarnation of the true creation? What abilities and weaknesses does it have?"

Saslier did not hesitate and spoke in a calm tone:

"It carries some of the characteristics of Elder Shuyu, but his personality is still at the level of a true god."

"The oppression brought about by His person will be solved by me and the Hidden Sage respectively. You only need to kill Him in the shortest possible time."

"With his status as a true god, he can use some of the authority and abilities of the dark angels. The power of the sun field will have a relatively strong restraining effect on him."