Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

"Leave Backlund?" Forsi looked at Renekton in surprise and blurted out.

Renekton nodded slightly and said:

"Yes, I will wander on the sea for a while, collect some properties and gold pounds, and then go to the Southern Continent."

"How do you go to sea to collect characteristics? There are also gold pounds. Are you planning to salvage the sunken ship?"

Emlyn didn't respond and asked curiously.

Father Utravsky, who had been a pirate at sea, quickly reacted. He looked at Renekton with a solemn look before saying:

"There are many pirates active on the sea, and the official forces of various countries have bounties on them. For those at the level of pirate generals and kings, although each official force has different bounties for them, they all reach tens of thousands of pounds, or even hundreds of thousands of pounds. "

"Pirates of that level are not only powerful themselves, they also have a powerful force behind them."

Renekton nodded slightly, and he could tell that Father Utravsky's last words were warning him.

"It's not fun to run around outside with dolls. It's not interesting to stay at home. When I get rid of the psychological suggestion, I will stay in the room for a week, not a month!"

Emlyn curled his lips. As an otaku, he couldn't understand the other person's life of running around.

Father Utravsky looked at Emlyn without any change in his expression and said:

"Actually, you don't need to find a way. After a while, the psychological suggestion will naturally be lifted, and you can freely choose whether to come to church."

"The psychological hint I left is just to ask you to come back to the church every day. I hope you can experience the preciousness of life and the joy of harvest in the process."

"Then the effect of psychological suggestion is only to make me return to the church?"

Emlyn's expression was dull for a moment.

"Yes."

"Haha" Renekton, who was watching this scene silently, couldn't help laughing.

Emlyn followed the sound, his red eyes stared at Renekton, his lips opened and closed, and he uttered with some gritted teeth:

"You already knew?"

"I know!" Renekton nodded bluntly and added at the end:

"If you were careful enough or determined enough, you would have discovered it a long time ago."

"." He wanted to ask Renekton why he didn't tell him about this earlier. He was almost inspired to become a devout believer of the Mother Goddess, but he opened his mouth but said nothing.

No, no! My faith belongs to the moon and the ancestors!

Renekton turned his head and glanced at Forsi, who was eating melon next to him and was stunned. He felt that the other person was thinking about how to make Emlyn's deeds become another novel character in her works.

"Then I'll take my leave first. May life be with you."

Renekton ignored Emlyn, who was still struggling, and Forsi, who was eating melon. He put his arms around each other in an embrace, saluted Father Utravsky in the etiquette of the Earth Church, and left directly.

Above the gray mist, inside the magnificent ancient palace.

Renekton sat on his own high-backed chair. He looked at the top of the long bronze table, where sat Klein who was not covered by the gray fog.

The two looked at each other, and Renekton was the first to break the silence:

"Hehe, there are only two of us sitting here, I feel a little uncomfortable."

"Me too." Klein nodded lightly.

Then he stretched out his hand towards the pile of debris covered by thick gray fog, and a strange crown covered with rust and blood automatically flew into his hand.

After taking the characteristics of this conqueror in his hand and sizing it up, Klein controlled it to float in front of Renekton, and then asked curiously:

"What is this? It's of a very high level, somewhat like a level 0 sealed object."

"A copy of the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence One."

Renekton's eyes were filled with a layer of light blue fluorescence. Only in a place above the gray fog could he dare to study the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence One.

"Warrior? Or hunter?" Klein asked. This was a guess he made based on the feeling the crown gave him.

"Hunter Path, Sequence One: Conqueror."

"This was prepared for Medici by the True Creator. The unlucky ghost is now only an evil spirit and was sent away by Adam."

"He won't be able to use this characteristic for the time being, so he will leave it with you first. It's safer and won't be divined by people from the Witch Sect. You can use it if you need it. Through this gray mist, you should be able to Take advantage of it to a certain extent.”

After briefly explaining the origin of this characteristic, Renekton began to study it intently. Above this gray fog, he used this characteristic to display various extraordinary abilities without any scruples.

For a moment, flames, thunder, and ice flew in the area above the gray fog, and the magnificent ancient palace was soon dilapidated.

After studying it for a while, he estimated that the limit of Klein's spiritual support was approaching. The light blue fluorescence in Renekton's eyes dissipated and he placed the strange crown on the long bronze table.

Klein waved his hand, and the dilapidated palace instantly returned to its original state.

Renekton turned to look at Klein and explained his doubts about the sage characteristics in his body. Finally, he asked very seriously:

"Do you think there is anything wrong with my condition? Or do you have any guesses?"

Renekton looked at Klein expectantly. He wanted to know if Klein, with the blessing of Sefirah Castle's Destiny Beacon, could give some suggestions or opinions.

"." Klein was silent. He didn't know how to answer this kind of question. I haven't even figured out my own problem yet.

After pondering for a moment, Klein considered his words and said:

"Maybe, as you think, that sage characteristic originally belonged to you, and now it's just integrating with you again."

"Or, just like I can freely use the characteristics of the Secret Puppet Master of the Seer Path here, your specialness allows you to easily control the characteristics of the Secret Peeper Path."

"The characteristics of easily controlling the secret-peeping path." Renekton murmured softly. He felt that the latter guess was more likely.

However, doesn't this mean that I, like the Hidden Sage, are polluted and controlled by the Wilderness of Knowledge? Perhaps, I should find an item of the Secret Peeper's path to test.

After finalizing an idea in his mind, he asked again:

"Then do you think I'm human?"

"Huh?" Klein was a little stunned when he was asked. He felt that his little friend needed Miss Justice's treatment. No, Miss Justice is still a mind reader, and it will be some time before she can become a psychiatrist.

Although he was slandering the other party in his heart, Klein still considered his words:

"Although I don't quite agree with some of your views, if what you want to ask about is human nature, you undoubtedly have it, and I think you still maintain it well."

Renekton nodded slightly, no longer dwelling on this topic, and instead said:

"I foresee some futures. Your brother and sister are coming to Backlund. Do you want to meet them?"

"When?"

Klein was stunned for a moment, then asked.

Renekton briefly recalled:

"Soon, January 1rd, steam train."

Klein took a deep breath and leaned back against the back of the chair. He didn't know what he was thinking. After a second or two, he pursed his lips tightly and said:

"I understand, thank you!"

After a period of silence, the two found that they had nothing to communicate, and Klein ended the gathering between them.

Crimson light rose up like a tide, and Renekton was in a daze for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he was already back in the study.

The next moment, there was a knock on the door downstairs.

Renekton turned his head and looked over there, a purple halo flashing in his eyes. Through the barriers, he saw Destiny knocking on the door.

Then he raised his right hand slightly, held it in mid-air, then turned his wrist and pulled it back, like opening a door.

A burst of light blue like water waves passed by, and a "door" connected to the door downstairs was opened.

The next moment, Destiny came over from the other side of the "door" with a faint smile on his face and seemed to be in a good mood.

Destiny nodded slightly and chuckled:

"Fate tells me that this is the right time to visit and say goodbye. I will set out to track down the whereabouts of the prophet's characteristics."

Renekton nodded unexpectedly and asked curiously:

"Where is that prophetic characteristic? In what way does it exist?"

"I know the specific whereabouts of only two copies of the prophet's attributes. One is in the Eternal Sun Church, numbered 0-24. It is called the Scroll of Disaster. It is extremely dangerous and has almost no chance of obtaining it."

"There is another one floating on the sea, in the form of a ghost ship. Its appearance cannot be predicted, and few people even know its existence. It has a not-so-resounding name, called the Casino of Destiny, and it is also mine. Target."

Destiny narrated like a memory, with almost no ups and downs in his tone, as if he didn't care about the obstacles and difficulties he would encounter.

In the casino of fate, does it depend on which side fate favors more? If you are lucky, you will become a prophet and leave directly. If you are not lucky, the prize pool on the ship will accumulate again.

"It's time for me to leave."

"Although I didn't get any inspiration from fate, I intuitively believe that we will meet again on the vast sea."

Destiny said something like a magician before turning and leaving.