Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Woo!

The steam train station roared, bringing countless hopeful people to Backlund.

The sky was still bright at this time, and coupled with the strong wind that had blown from the Holy Wind Cathedral, the fog in the entire Backlund sky had become much thinner, and the gas street lights hanging on the platform had not been lit yet.

The bustling crowd poured out of the steam train. A man with black hair and brown eyes, who was somewhat similar to Klein, and with an old-looking face, was very experienced in protecting the thin, slightly pale girl next to him.

They walked out of the station following the flow of people, and suddenly, they felt a line of sight sweeping across them at the same time.

Looking back following their intuition, Benson and Melissa saw a young gentleman with neat black hair.

The young gentleman pressed his hat and looked past them into the distance.

Klein, who had changed his appearance, carried his suitcase and passed by them expressionlessly. He faced the large number of people pouring into Backlund, the "City of Hope", and walked through the departure station.

"Don't you say hello to them?"

Klein turned his head and looked around. Not far to his right, where the crowd of people around him subconsciously avoided, Renekton stood there very relaxed, as if he was not in the same world as the noisy and crowded crowd around him. Out of place.

Klein's eyes darkened, he lowered the brim of his hat and whispered:

"No, I don't want to bring trouble and danger to them. Klein Moretti has already died in the Tingen incident. My appearance now will only add to the sorrow and will probably bring danger to them."

"I still suggest you give them a bottle of magic potion. Improving your strength is the best way to avoid danger."

Klein was silent for a moment, then avoided the topic and said:

"Why did you come to see me?"

Renekton glanced at Klein lightly, and seeing that he didn't want to talk about potions, he followed the topic:

"I would like to ask you to help me take care of Bugs Bunny for a while."

"Take care of Bugs Bunny?" Klein was stunned for a moment. That rabbit has already reached sequence seven, does it still need to be taken care of?

Renekton chuckled and said:

"To be precise, I stay with you as a locator."

"Under the influence of fate, you will encounter many high-level things, and among them are what I want to find. It is more effective than me actively looking for them and waiting for them to bump into themselves."

"So, you're saying that I will be unlucky enough to get involved in various incidents? And I can also be your fishing bait by the way?"

Klein used his clown ability to control his expression and looked deeply at Renekton, but did not refuse.

Bugs Bunny is a part-time doctor, soldier and chef. When he is in trouble, he can also summon the boss. Who can refuse?

Klein looked at Renekton's feet, but did not see the familiar figure of Bugs Bunny.

"It's packing things at home, and I still have a magical item for it that I haven't made yet. I'll send it to you in two days."

As he spoke, Renekton handed Klein the branch with his messenger summoning method written on it, then waved goodbye, turned and walked into the crowd, and his figure quickly disappeared from Klein's sight.

Hmm. It seems that my next journey will not go smoothly. Klein sighed inwardly with a little anxiety.

The conversation just now, coupled with his experiences during this period, made him doubt whether he had a similar physique to Conan, and incidents would happen wherever he went.

West End, Burklund Street.

Renekton's figure quietly appeared in the deserted corner, the light blue fluorescence in his eyes suddenly floated, and the world around him changed in his eyes.

His eyes deepened, looking through the layers of barriers to the future here, looking for the footprints of the demigod parasitic on the mouse, trying to determine when he would appear here.

Having rashly predicted a strange demigod, Renekton felt as if his spirituality was passing away like a deflated balloon.

Before his spirituality was about to dry up, he finally found a trace from the chaotic future.

He closed his eyes slightly, calmed down, then opened his eyes again, looked at a sewer entrance not far away, couldn't help but twitching the corners of his mouth, and murmured softly:

"next month"

After getting the result he wanted, Renekton turned around and took two steps forward, his figure quickly fading and disappearing.

East End, in a cheap hotel room.

Triss looked at the figure that suddenly appeared in front of her with a solemn expression. If she hadn't realized that she had been completely locked by the opponent's energy, she would have hidden herself and escaped as soon as she noticed the spiritual fluctuations.

"Have you been promoted?" Triss said in an incomprehensible voice.

This feeling, the sense of oppression he brought to me was stronger than that of the desperate lady. He should have just been promoted. How could he give me this feeling?

"Is this something of concern?"

Renekton glanced at the witch in front of him and quietly entered an absolutely rational state. This was the best way to resist the witch's charm.

Before Triss could speak, he continued:

"Do you want to avenge your lover, Prince Edsac? Or, do you want to become a man again?"

Triss wanted to deny it directly, but Renekton's indifferent and extremely calm attitude made her a little worried. If her answer did not satisfy the other party, she might be killed in the next moment.

She pursed her lips and remained silent for a moment, then spoke carefully:

"What do you want? Or what do you need me to do for you?"

"It's easy to talk to smart people." A smile appeared on Renekton's lips, and after a slight pause, he continued:

"I'm about to leave Backlund, so I need someone to help me do something here."

"I'm just a witch in the pleasure phase."

Triss answered very carefully.

Renekton raised his eyebrows slightly and chuckled:

"It's very simple. Find some ordinary people with mechanical talents and train them into extraordinary people on the general path. The purpose is not to digest magic potions and improve their strength, but just to let them invent and create with peace of mind."

"I can provide you with the iron-blooded knight's potion formula and the corresponding potion main ingredients to help you avenge your prince."

"Of course, these will depend on the completion of your mission."

"He is not my prince, he is just an unlucky guy."

Triss retorted somewhat angrily, and then said in a hoarse voice:

"How can you guarantee what you say? How will the completion of the task be judged?"

"We can sign a contract in the presence of the great being."

“As far as finish, it’s simple, the quantity of people you find, and the quality.”

Renekton smiled and took out a notarized certificate that he had prepared before he came, and handed it to Triss.

It is not difficult for him to imitate the abilities of a notary and produce a notarial deed.

Triss took the notarization with a somewhat unwilling expression, knowing that she could not refuse.

When she was checking whether there were any problems with the notarial certificate, Renekton said to himself:

"In a few days, I will give you a magical item that can change your appearance. I think you need it very much now, unless you like to hide in places like sewers all the time."

"Remember to change your name back. It is too closely related to the original witch."

"My name? Chi.K.?"

Triss's expression was confused at first, and then turned into shock. She subconsciously wanted to pronounce the name, but cautiously waited for two seconds before saying the complete word.

"Don't read it casually, as it may attract attention."

He didn't say who would easily attract attention, but Triss had already reacted, and her face suddenly turned pale.

She had some doubts about whether she had stepped into the conspiracy of the Witch Cult since she took the assassin potion.

He and Triss each wrote their names on the notarial certificate. Renekton snapped his fingers, and the notarial certificate disappeared in a golden flame.

He could clearly feel that there was something like a restraint falling on his spirit body, which meant that the notarization had been established.

Renekton reached forward and opened a "door" in mid-air that connected to his rental place. Before leaving, he told Triss the ritual required by the Iron-Blooded Knight, which was regarded as an advance payment:

"Form a team of at least thirty people, cultivate a deep comradeship with them, let them become stronger one after another, cooperate with each other tacitly, understand their own meaning based on their eyes and movements, and become almost one with each other, and then they will form a ceremony."

"The higher the team's strength and tacit understanding, the better the effect of the ritual. This shouldn't be too difficult for you witches. At least you can convince them."

Before Triss could become completely angry, Renekton stepped into the spirit world and left it.

Back on Minsk Street, Renekton took out his biologist traits and prepared to create a magical item for Bugs Bunny.

The next moment, he was in a daze, his eyes seemed to be covered with a gray substance, and his whole person became quiet and dull.

A scene unfolded in his field of vision, with two huge sailing ships chasing each other on the sea.

The chased sailboat was dozens of meters long, clean and tidy, and reflected a golden color in the sunlight. The sailboat behind it was mainly black and red, which made it hard to see clearly.

The picture only appeared for a short two or three seconds before suddenly disappearing, and Renekton's eyes regained color.

Golden Dream and Tree of Flesh, are you urging me to go to Golden Dream?