Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

While thinking, Renekton turned to look at Klein, who was shrouded in gray mist at the top and said:

"Dear Mr. Fool, I may have a battle in the next few days. I may ask for your help then to create a thunderstorm suitable for me to fight."

"Well, if some unexpected developments occur in the battle, an extremely hot battlefield may be required."

Klein looked at Renekton dumbly. What he just said was mainly for Little Sun. Was it a fight between demigods? You also need a battlefield advantage. Do you want to fight a group of people alone?

After Klein cursed a few words in his heart, he maintained a calm posture and said in a leisurely voice:

"Okay, chant my name when the time comes."

"What kind of battle? Mr. Baita, do you need help?"

After hearing Mr. Fool's affirmative answer, Little Sun asked with great concern.

Renekton shook his head slightly and chuckled:

"I'm not alone and don't need any extra help."

"Let's bring our communication to an end. You don't have to rush to find our chief now. I'll bring you some prepared food in a moment. This will make it more credible."

"no problem."

Little Sun Derrick nodded repeatedly. He was very curious about what Mr. Baita's food was like. It must be more abundant than our Silver City.

Renekton turned to look at Klein at the top. His eyes moved slightly, he opened his mouth and said silently, "Wait a moment."

The crimson light rose up, and Renekton noticed that the figure of the little sun next to him had disappeared.

Klein dispersed the gray fog that shrouded him, and he looked at Renekton in confusion:

"What else do you want? Do you want to continue studying that crown?"

"No." Renekton shook his head slightly and said:

"Can you use the abilities of the Thief through this gray fog?"

"What are the abilities of a thief?"

Klein groaned, then closed his eyes and performed a simple divination.

Soon, he opened his eyes again and shook his head slightly:

"No, if there are corresponding items, I should be able to use the relevant abilities through this gray mist."

Hearing this answer, Renekton was not too disappointed. He had already guessed this. After all, Klein had not yet truly mastered Sefirah Castle.

Leaning back in his chair, he explained his purpose:

"I plan to carve out the identity that belongs to Renekton and transfer the characteristics of the reader pathway in the body to it."

"So soon? After I become a demigod and have more control over this place, I might be able to do it."

Klein wondered aloud. The other party had told him about this plan before, but he didn't act so eagerly at that time.

Renekton smiled helplessly:

"I need to stay in the Southern Continent for a long time, and I don't have suitable people under my command, so I can only find ways to squeeze my own clones."

"It's not a big problem. I'll contact Pales in a while. His condition will have recovered a bit by then. There should be no problem in stealing the characteristics from my body."

"Palez? He is an angel who steals the path of the thief?"

Klein asked curiously.

"That's right, Sequence 1 of the Thief's Path is being chased by Amon. He is currently parasitizing Leonard and is just barely breathing."

Klein was silent for a moment. He didn't know what to say for a moment. Can all the angels in Sequence One have to survive under Amon's pursuit? Then I was also targeted by Amon.

Seeing that Klein didn't say anything, Renekton directly changed the topic:

"I am currently in the Sea of ​​Beluga, some distance from the shore, and there may not be enough food. If it is convenient for you, you can help me replenish some."

After thinking about it, the restaurant on the White Agate had a fairly complete range of food and a variety of drinks. After all, it was a passenger ship that would dock once every two or three days.

Klein nodded slightly and said:

"no problem."

"By the way, don't teach Bugs Bunny some weird things. I have a pirate over there who is so pissed off that he's even dreaming about eating rabbits now."

Silver City.

After finishing their private communication, Derrick woke up from the bed. He waited in the room for a while anxiously.

After about twenty frequent alternating lightning strikes, a thick gray fog emerged in front of his eyes, and a majestic figure sitting on a high-backed chair appeared in his eyes. The voice of Mr. Fool echoed in his ears:

"We can prepare the bestowing ceremony."

Derrick stood up immediately, rubbed his fingers, lit the candles that had been placed, dripped essential oils and hydrosol into the candles, took two steps back, and began to recite a prayer mantra:

"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck."

“Your faithful servant begs your gaze;

Pray for your blessing;

I pray that you will open the gates of your kingdom. "

As the mantra was recited, an illusory creaking sound seemed to echo in his ears. An illusory door was opened, and gray mist poured out. Then he saw a series of strange shapes and different colors. Food fell from the illusory door.

Derrick ended the ceremony in a hurry, bent down to pick up the packaged food, and placed it on the wooden table aside.

In addition to food, there were several bottles of strange liquids in glass bottles, some in deep red, some orange, and some colors he couldn't name.

Is this their food, Mr. Baita? How should I eat this? .Derrick was a little confused and at a loss for a moment.

The next moment, gray-white mist suddenly surged out in front of his eyes, and crimson light surged like a tide, condensing into a picture.

It was a man with scorched eyebrows and dark blue eyes. His expression seemed a little reluctant. He opened all the food in the box one by one and tasted each one.

Is he a follower of Mr. Fool? This is to hide for me how to open and eat these foods.

"Thank you, great Mr. Fool!"

After the image in his eyes disappeared, Derrick thanked Mr. Fool in an excited and pious tone.

He found ropes, tied all the food together, and used an animal skin bag to carry the bottles of strange liquids called juice and wine to the round tower where the chief of Silver City was located.

Derrick brought a bunch of strange things that Silver City had never seen before, and was strictly inspected several times by the guards at the bottom of the round tower. Finally, a figure shrouded in dark shadows appeared, and the guards let Derrick go. Gram pass.

At the top of the round tower, in the chief's room.

Derrick placed all the food on the ground one by one. He turned to look at the chief of Silver City, who had gray hair, heavy nasolabial folds, and some deep or twisted old scars on his cheeks.

He swallowed, and kept organizing his words in his mind. After a slight pause, he said:

"Your Excellency, there is a member of the party who wants to exchange for the potion formula of a druid and a classical alchemist."

"He offered to use their normal food from the outside world and help us develop crops that can adapt to the Silver City environment in exchange. These are some of the prepared foods he sent over."

"If we agree to the deal, he will exchange grains of equal value with us later."

A dark green complex symbol appeared in the left and right eyes of Silver City Chief Colin Iliad.

After Derrick finished stating the details of the transaction, he gently nodded and said:

"Do you know the specific value of the potion formula to them, and what is the value of the food in his mouth?"

Derrick shook his head and said:

"I am not sure."

“But I can ask other different members about the corresponding prices and compare them.”

Chief Colin did not agree or object. He nodded slightly, and the dark green complex symbols in his eyes disappeared. Then he looked past Derrick, looked at the shadow behind him and said:

"Inform Elder Lovia and other elders who are staying in Silver City to come over."

Derrick was stunned for a moment. He thought the chief was talking to him. Just as he was about to respond, he heard a deep voice coming from behind him:

"Ok."

Derrick waited in the chief's room for a while in a nervous mood.

Soon, all the elders of the six-member Silver City Council who were not on the exploration mission arrived.

At Colin's signal, Derrick once again told about the exchange of food with the potion formula.

A beautiful and elegant woman wearing a purple-patterned black robe walked to the ground where the food was placed after Derrick finished telling her story.

She casually picked up a piece of food from the ground and opened the lid somewhat unskillfully.

First she closed her eyes and felt it carefully, then broke off a section of her finger and threw the bloody finger into the lunch box. After a burst of flesh and blood squirming, she took out the section of finger and pressed it back. The broken wound healed quickly. , her palms also regained their integrity.

After doing all this, she turned to look at the other elders behind her, nodded gently and said:

"No problem, at least I can't find out."

Colin nodded lightly, turned to look at the people on the side, and said in a deep voice:

"Well, who else do you want to check out?"

The other elders looked at each other and each went up to pick up a piece of food to check, but they were more curious about the so-called normal food. This was something they had never seen or even thought about.