Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

In the captain's room of the Golden Dream, Edwina was introducing her collection one by one. She liked to show off her collection, which was a common problem in the Knowledge Church.

"This key is the treasure we found last time. Judging from its pattern and size, it should belong to the giant creation of the Second Age, but I can't yet determine where it is."

"But I asked the crew members staying in the Gargas Islands to spread the news secretly, saying that this is the key to an ancient ruins, and that there are many treasures in that ruins."

"This is enough to attract Blood Admiral to take risks, but it is also likely to attract other pirate generals and even pirate kings."

Edwina stopped in front of a huge iron-black key and introduced the collection to Renekton.

This key is as big as a lyre, and a normal human being can only hold it in his arms. It is dull and ancient in shape.

Finally, Edwina added:

"You could try studying it."

Renekton chuckled and shook his head:

"No, maybe I will buy it from you some time later, but for now, let it stay here."

He looked around the collection room and soon saw what he was looking for on a table.

A book bound with parchment, with a line in ancient Fussac on the dark brown cover: "Grossell's Travels"

Noticing Renekton's gaze, Edwina immediately approached him, picked up the book, introduced it with a smile:

"It comes from a sunken ship on the seabed. It has been soaked for 165 years and is still undamaged."

"It records a story. A giant named Grossel decided to go to the Kingdom of Frost to hunt the 'King of the North', a powerful frost dragon. On the way, he met his companions, including female elves. There are devout ascetics, nobles of the Solomon Empire, and soldiers of Loen. The story just progressed to the point where they encountered the 'King of the North' head-on, but it suddenly stopped."

"It's not that there is no follow-up, but the following pages are difficult to open using various methods. You can give it a try."

As she spoke, she handed over the copy of "Grossell's Travels" in her hand.

After Renekton reached out and took it, he flipped through the book with curiosity, which contained the divine kingdom of Angelweed, the "Dragon of Fantasy".

He flipped the book, letting the tawny pages slide past the pages.

The content inside is not much different from what Edwina described, but the storyline seems very abrupt and full of fragmentation, as if someone keeps dragging the progress bar forward in an invisible place.

Soon, he turned to the last few pages and found that they were stuck together and could not be removed no matter what.

By the way, the God of Knowledge has already gone in and looked at it. Why doesn’t He just bring the story to its conclusion?

Squinting his eyes slightly, he had a guess in his mind. The imprint left by Angelweed in the sea of ​​collective subconscious fixed the ending of this book. Even the God of Knowledge could not directly change this ending. Can only influence from the side?

Edwina did not interrupt Renekton's thinking, she waited quietly for a while.

Then Renekton handed back the "Grossell's Travels" in his hand, and she took it casually, put it on the table aside, and asked at the same time:

"Do you have any insights into this book? I have been studying it for many years, but I have gained nothing."

Hearing this, Renekton's eyes fell on the "Grossell's Travels" again. He reached out and tapped it lightly, and then said in a deep voice:

"If you just look at the content, this book should be a modern product, but it is old enough and probably belongs to the late Second Age."

Edwina nodded slightly:

"Indeed, I have done research using some secret techniques and found that the parchment was made at least three thousand years ago, before the Cataclysm."

Renekton nodded noncommittally, and then said with emotion:

"This book circulates in the hands of one holder and records people from different eras. It gives people a sense of ritual and a very ancient ritual, as if they are waiting for an opportunity."

"There is a high probability that it is something or an arrangement left by a powerful person in a high position in the audience's path. They can influence the development of events by affecting the deep sea of ​​the collective subconscious, making things weird and reasonable."

"Captain! We found the Immortal King's 'Sad Death'!"

Renekton's words were interrupted by the first mate Blue Walls who suddenly broke in. He quickly recounted the current situation, and then glared at Renekton who was staying in the captain's cabin of Vice Admiral Iceberg.

"The Immortal King?" Edwina frowned slightly, then picked up a monocular telescope from the table beside and walked out of the captain's room.

The next moment, Renekton's figure suddenly became blurred and disappeared into the captain's room.

When he reappeared, he had arrived at the front side of the Golden Dream.

Boatswain Daniels and Third Officer Yodson were also here, each holding a clearly modified monocular telescope in their hands, observing the surrounding sea area.

With a craftsman on board, all kinds of magical items and tools are really available.

Renekton sighed in his heart, and then looked away.

He frowned slightly and looked at the sea in front of him. There was a black shadow approaching quickly. It was still far away and the specific situation of the ship could not be identified with the naked eye.

"On the sea, the naked eye is easily deceived, here!"

Yodson on the side explained in a not too friendly tone, and then handed over the monocular telescope in his hand.

Renekton glanced at the former playboy, who was quite easy to get along with when it came to things that didn't involve Lieutenant General Iceberg.

Then he shook his head slightly and explained:

"No, the things that appear in my field of vision will not be blurred due to distance."

The next moment, a flash of purple light flashed in his eyes. His sight easily penetrated the obstruction of space and clearly saw the situation of the "Suite" in the distance.

It was a sailboat nearly two hundred meters long, with its front and rear tilted high, and the whole thing looked like a crescent moon.

Its surface is painted black, and the cannons on the side of the ship are divided into three rows, arranged in order up and down. The part protruding from the deck, excluding the mast, is also tall and huge, at least equivalent to a five-story house.

There was only one sail, with a black tombstone painted on it.

There were not too many crew members on the ship. In Renekton's sight, they had some deep connection with the "Sad Death" at his feet. They were more like an extension of the "Sad Death".

Woo~woo~~

An illusory voice sounded in Renekton's mind, full of filth, depravity, and malice.

The "Sorrow" tried to follow Renekton's gaze to establish contact with him and exert influence.

Renekton quickly withdrew his gaze and cut off the connection between himself and the "Sad Death".

He breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned slightly and murmured:

"That ship is a Sequence Three Whisperer. It's a bit troublesome to deal with. Fortunately, the Immortal King controlled by it can only display the strength of Sequence Four."

"What does it mean to only be able to exert the strength of Sequence Four? When you reach Sequence Four, you are already a half-human and half-god existence!"

Yodson on the side glanced at Renekton suspiciously. He felt that what this guy just said was just bragging, but he also felt that it was somewhat true.

Renekton ignored Yodson, who was still struggling with what kind of strength he had. He turned his eyes and looked at the sea casually.

His eyes suddenly became deep and dark, covered with a layer of grayish white.

The world in his vision has changed. In the long river of intertwined silver threads, he sets his sights on a somewhat transparent and illusory future.

Relying on the connection that he was on the Golden Dream, he looked deeply into the upcoming future, where many mixed destinies intersected.

After a moment, his eyes became clear again, but his brows became a little serious.

Senior did not choose to let people from the Rose School come to help, but chose to confuse the news released by Edwina, so that more pirates were attracted, which was not a too unexpected development.

After pondering for a moment, Renekton's lips curled up into a smile. He turned around and took a step forward. The next moment, his figure disappeared on the deck.

"Why does this guy always appear and disappear?"

Yodson complained to Daniels beside him.

Daniels nodded in agreement, and then asked:

"Why don't you steal his extraordinary ability to teleport away?"

If I had this ability, I would have been the first mate of the Golden Dream. Yodson rolled his eyes at Daniels beside him and said nothing.

Beside Edwina, Renekton's figure suddenly appeared.

"Senior has done some publicity for the news you released. The current Golden Dream has attracted the attention of many guys, and the 'Suicide' is just the most blatant one among them."

Edwina nodded in response with a solemn expression:

"This is foreseeable, what are you going to do?"

Renekton raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said with a smile:

"Change the course and directly conflict with the 'Sad Death'. In this demigod-level battlefield, ordinary pirates who approach due to greed will retreat on their own."

"However, this is the best opportunity for Senior, as a pirate general, to take action."

Edwina frowned slightly and said:

"The risk is very high, and you need to be able to completely contain the "King of Death" and come back with support at the critical moment."

"Moreover, Senior may not intervene in our conflict with the Immortal King as you think."

Renekton raised the corner of his mouth and said confidently:

"Lucky people are always a little blind."

"Besides, I am fairly familiar with the abilities of the Sun Realm and Gate Pathways."

"The key is, as a favored one of knowledge, I can ask for help at any time!"

Edwina was silent for a moment. After a slight hesitation, she nodded and agreed to the plan.

Then she used secret techniques to spread her voice to the entire Golden Dream:

"Change course, target: 'Summer'!"