Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

"Because you vampires are the extraordinary materials needed for promotion in this way."

Alger, the Hanged Man, answered in a very calm tone. Before Emlyn could react, he continued:

"I have clues about the inherited characteristics of a Vampire Baron. He died in a sudden conflict and had no time to find a successor. And you can use magic potions to receive this inheritance and prevent the Vampire's power from being lost."

Although he didn't have much communication with Emlyn, Alger the Hanged Man had almost figured out the nature of Mr. Moon, and almost convinced Emlyn with a few tactful words.

Inherit the inheritance in the form of potions and prevent the blood clan’s power from being lost. Emlyn muttered a few words. He suddenly felt that what Mr. Hanged Man said was very reasonable, so he hurriedly asked:

"What's the price?"

Alger the Hanged Man chuckled and said:

"It's about 5000 pounds. I won't know the details until I find the owner."

Although he hasn't communicated with the big pirate yet, he believes that the other party will accept it as long as the price is not outrageous. After all, for pirates, if they can sell it, they make money, and they have almost no cost.

With such a large amount of money, I can take home several dolls that I have been eyeing for a long time, and I can also match them with a few new sets of clothes.

While he was thinking, his eyes subconsciously fell on Renekton, who had just said that he would go to the pirates for characteristics. He seemed to have thought of something, and said in a somewhat expectant tone:

"Mr. Baita, you just said you were going to find a pirate to get your attributes. Well, can you go find the pirate Mr. Hanged Man mentioned?"

Emlyn's brain circuit stunned everyone present, and everyone silently gave an evaluation of "innocent vampire" in their hearts.

Can it still be like this? .Magician Forsi was a little unable to react for a moment.

"Do you think you won't get paid if I sell it to you?"

Renekton asked in reply. We still need one Mr. Star, so you three Celestial Idiots can form a group and debut.

"Uh, pretend I didn't say that."

Emlyn was stunned for a moment, his tone weakened, and he said something a little annoyed and embarrassed, then leaned back on the back of the chair and stopped making any sound. It's over, I destroyed the noble and elegant image of the vampire family.

Why does this vampire feel so stupid? No wonder the top brass of the vampire clan tricked him into praying to me. Klein sighed in his heart, then controlled the trumpet world and said hoarsely:

"I have clues about the psychiatrist's legacy. Miss Justice, do you still need it?"

It will have to wait until I can graze new souls for the crawling hunger, but the extraordinary pet raised by Miss Justice should not be in a hurry to be promoted. Speaking of which, Miss Justice has contributed almost 90% of the entire Tarot Society. Liquidity.

"Of course." Justice Audrey almost didn't hesitate.

"This will take some time, maybe a month or even two months."

Shijie added in a low voice.

"no problem."

Audrey nodded slightly. Just in time, Susie hadn't digested the mind-reader's potion yet.

After making a deal with Miss Justice, Krahn continued to manipulate the world and said:

"Everyone, help me pay attention to the remaining spirituality of the ancient wraith and the eyes of the six-winged gargoyle."

As the last demand was raised, the transaction part of this Tarot session ended, and everyone entered the free communication session.

Justice Audrey stood up first, raised her skirt, bowed to the top of the long bronze table and said:

"Dear Mr. Fool, I want to know the truth behind the Backlund Great Smog Incident. Is this purely caused by the cultists trying to awaken the original witch and bring the true Creator? Why did Prince Edsac want to fight with them? cooperate?"

"According to the principle of equivalent exchange established by you, what do I need to pay to obtain the corresponding information?"

That's a good question. I don't know what Klein said to himself in his mind. He maintained his leisurely sitting posture and chuckled:

"No need. The root of the problem has not been discovered yet, but there are enough clues. I hope people from the three major churches will not be too stupid."

The root of the problem has not yet been discovered? The matter has not been completely resolved? Audrey was shocked when she heard this, but she felt it was too unexpected.

"Thank you for your answer." She bowed again sincerely.

Everyone then exchanged some topics with each other until the Fool at the top announced:

"That's it for today's party."

"Follow your wishes!" Everyone stood up and saluted.

It was his first time to participate in the Arrow Club, and Emlyn the Moon, who was not yet familiar with the process, was stunned for a second before he hurriedly stood up and followed the example of other members in saluting.

Rays of crimson light rose up, and the next moment, only Klein and Renekton were left in the tarot meeting.

The strange crown placed in front of Klein followed his thoughts, automatically flew up, and landed in front of Renekton.

Klein leaned on the high-backed chair and asked casually:

"What revelation did you receive? From the God of Knowledge? Or from the Hidden Sage?"

"The God of Knowledge is just a picture of the sea, with Vice Admiral Iceberg's Golden Dream and Admiral Blood's Tree of Flesh in it."

"I won't stay at sea for too long. I have a hunch that the southern continent is the final destination."

Renekton responded casually. He held the strange crown and kept looking at it. The light blue fluorescence in his eyes gave people the impression that no secrets or hidings could be hidden under these eyes. Feel.

War is the art of gathering people! The War Bishop can bring the power of a team together as a whole, and can also share his power with other teammates.

What Renekton wants to analyze the most is this ability to communicate mentally. I don’t necessarily need teammates to create something similar to the paper man’s clone. With the connection, it should be possible to transfer the power to the paper man’s clone, allowing the paper man’s clone to temporarily possess a certain amount of combat power. .

Also, if I develop some complex arcana, this ability should be useful.

It wasn't until Klein felt that his spiritual consumption was too great and proposed to end the exchange that Renekton put down the strange crown in his hand and left the space above the gray mist.

Klein glanced at the strange crown covered with rust and blood stains that was placed quietly on the long table, wrapped himself in spirituality, simulated the feeling of falling, and escaped from the gray fog.

In the study that had been packed away with almost nothing left, Renekton, who was sitting on a chair, opened his eyes and looked around for a while, then leaned forward and reached out to grab it in mid-air.

A wave of light blue light floated past, and a blank piece of paper was dragged and torn off.

This is through the "door", the space in the room is folded to a certain extent, and it is torn directly from the notebook placed on the other side at a distance.

Then he picked up the pen beside him, thought about the wording for a while, and began to write lines of words on the paper:

Leonard and grandpa, good evening!

It will be night when you read this letter. This is my prediction.

The demigod parasitic on the rat will be recuperating in the sewers of Berklund Street next month. Her name is Flora Jacob.

I'm leaving Backlund soon. If you have anything, you can contact me via messenger.

Please don't forget our agreement, grandpa. The more your strength recovers, the greater the chance that I will steal something.

Happy life to both of you, your friend, Al Tynes!

Putting down the pen and folding the paper, Renekton stood up from his seat, glanced around the study room, and after confirming that nothing was missing, left the room.

In the living room downstairs, Bugs Bunny, who was wearing a custom-made suit, a top hat, and a small black satchel, skillfully put on a pair of gloves covered with a layer of metal armor.

This is a magical item specially made by Renekton for it. It has no powerful effect, but it is more suitable for a rabbit's hand, is difficult to damage, and will not block spirituality.

The only function of this glove is to isolate the negative effects of that magical item made with the characteristics of a biologist.

As long as Bugs Bunny doesn't use the twig, toxins won't accumulate in his body.

Bugs Bunny waved the branch in his hand, nodded with satisfaction, and tried hard to act like a gentleman.

After seeing Renekton coming, it immediately changed its appearance, looked at Renekton aggrievedly and said:

"Boss, why didn't you take me with you, but you took that crow!"

Feeling the resentment coming from a rabbit, Renekton shook his head helplessly and said:

"Who made you faint and travel through the spirit world? You will definitely run around after me. Are you sure you can do it?"

Bugs Bunny struggled for a long time and nodded reluctantly:

"Okay."

"But not for too long, otherwise I will become someone else's rabbit."

"Don't worry, it won't take more than four months at most." Renekton nodded lightly and assured.

Then he turned his head and called to the crow who was preening his feathers on the side, asking him to help him deliver the letter to Leonard.

Seeing that Bugs Bunny was still struggling with his mood, Renekton took two steps over and reached out to lift it up, and stepped directly into the spirit world.

In front of a rather old three-story house in Pulitzer Harbour, there is a board with the words "Pritz Port Ticketing Company" hanging on the door.

Renekton was carrying Bugs Bunny, and his silhouette was quickly outlined, but the pedestrians around him didn't seem to notice this scene at all.

As soon as he left the spirit world, Bugs Bunny fell from his hand and lay on the ground looking dizzy and a little nauseous.