Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Mr. Huang's eyes penetrated the barriers of the walls and saw Renekton in the living room who was reliving parent-child time with his mother. A slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth and he said:

"When you came to this body, you had already absorbed the remaining spirit of Renekton Soth. This is why you can obtain some of his memories and emotions."

"When you and I help you separate this identity, we strengthen his self-awareness. He is still a clone of you, but it can also be regarded as a continuation of Renekton Soth."

Renekton nodded slightly, this result was acceptable to him.

If his experience in this world was not enough to separate the second identity, he would not mind completely awakening the spirit of Renekton in the avatar, letting the part of his consciousness fall asleep, and leaving this avatar to accompany his family.

"I think I should go back to the Golden Dream."

Renekton sighed softly and frowned, his mood seemed a little depressed.

Many things have been planned from the beginning. I don’t know what attitude the God of Knowledge maintains in it.

“You lose the anchor of stability that is your family, and you need more anchors to make up for it.”

"The Church of Knowledge has always had the idea of ​​preaching in the Southern Continent. You can go to Luca Brewster. He is the cleric responsible for the affairs of West Balam in the Church of Knowledge. In West Balam, you can open up the situation more easily."

Mr. Huang's words reached Renekton's ears, and when he looked back, Mr. Huang's figure had disappeared.

Did you come here specifically to say these things to me when you left so quickly?

Renekton groaned, then stepped into the spirit world, and his figure quickly and transparently disappeared from the place.

In the dining room downstairs, Renekton Soth was sitting by the fireplace with his mother. He looked up as if aware. He had no extraordinary characteristics and could see nothing except the walls and ceiling. He had already left. ?

"what happened?"

Isabel looked at her child with a smile.

"It's okay. I'm in a hurry to get back. I haven't had dinner yet and I'm a little hungry."

Renekton Soth shook his head slightly and explained casually.

"Sally has gone back. Do you want to try your mother's craftsmanship?"

The expression on Renekton Soth's face froze for a second, then he quickly shook his head and said:

"I'm suddenly not very hungry. Let me tell you about my adventures at sea!"

On the Golden Dream, Renekton's figure quietly emerged.

He glanced at the window next to him. The crow Anu flew to someone unknown and never appeared in the cabin.

He immediately walked to the desk, pulled up a chair and sat down. He picked up a letter left by the messenger on the table and unfolded it:

Good evening, Mr. Tynes:

According to your instructions, I have contacted the inventor named Leppard and developed him into an Extraordinary person of the general path.

I don't have the opportunity to find and contact more inventors. The Witch Church has been taking very frequent actions in Backlund recently. They seem to be targeting the Aurora Society and looking for something. If this continues, I will have to consider leaving Backlund. Virtue.

In addition, I want to seek the recipe for the pain witch's potion from you. If I want to change my path and become a Iron-Blooded Knight, I must first become the pain witch.

A witch: Triss.

After reading the letter sent by Triss, Renekton chuckled:

"Hehe, he wants to get the magical item that can change his appearance that I promised before, but he can't ask directly."

Taking this piece of paper, he shook it twice, and the writing on it automatically disappeared.

Then he put the paper on the desk, picked up the round-belly pen beside it, and began to write a reply to Triss:

Dear Miss Witch (cross out)

Good evening Mr. Future Hunter:

The recipe for the Pain Witch is as follows:

Main materials: the head of the flower-faced bat, the gallbladder of the two-tailed black snake;

Auxiliary materials: 30 ml of flower-faced bat blood, 50 ml of seriously ill human blood, the tail tip of a two-tailed black snake, 10 drops of Eucalyptus essential oil;

Ritual: Burn at the stake for a quarter of an hour without using a double and survive without going crazy.

Also, let me remind you that the role of the Pain Witch is to destroy the beauty that the other party wants to protect and make them suffer in extreme mental pain.

As for the magical items promised to you, I will have someone put them in the mail box at Leppard's house in the next two days. Just be careful and pick them up.

In addition, it is best not to buy materials at Backlund's gathering of extraordinary people. Maybe one or several of them are the lovers developed by the witch.

Finally, I wish you a happy life!

Al Tynes.

After writing his reply to Triss, Renekton immediately prepared to summon his messenger.

Before he could make any move, a piece of light yellow paper fell from the spiritual world to reality, slowly floating down in front of him.

"Today is a day for receiving letters."

Renekton sighed softly, then raised his hand to deliver the reply letter to Triss to the spirit world, and at the same time said a reminder:

"Give me another piece of paper."

"This letter is sent to Backlund, to the lady who asked you to send a letter."

Renekton raised his eyes slightly, his sight penetrated the barrier between reality and the spiritual world, and saw the book messenger with a cover made of gold, which took back the paper he handed over.

Then he spontaneously turned the pages of the book, and a brand new piece of light yellow paper fell from the spirit world.

Renekton reached out to catch the falling paper, put it aside, and first read the letter sent by the book messenger just now.

The first thing you see is a bunch of awkward words made up of characters that seem to have been forcibly pieced together, with some little bunny figures mixed in.

Renekton read the letter written by Bugs Bunny to himself without even guessing.

He recounted what he and Klein had seen on the Bansi Port, mainly how powerful it was in disposing of those headless corpses, which impressed the stupid pirate worth 3000 pounds.

The rest of the description basically describes how terrifying Gehrman Sparrow is. He thinks that Klein may have a schizophrenia problem. When fighting, he will show madness from time to time and have a terrifying sense of hunger, as if he wants to fight. It's like eating rabbit meat.

Only at the end does it ask questions about the telegraph office, and about the group of cultists who performed primitive rituals.

In the future, if Fors is asked to write an adventure novel based on Bugs Bunny, it will definitely become a popular children's book. Well, it is feasible.

It can be released in the Southern Continent and used as an enlightenment book for children there. If Bugs Bunny becomes a demigod or even an angel in the future, these will be its anchors.

Well, the Mistress of Desolation can’t do it, she will turn into a female rabbit, but the Creator, well, I think too much. With its current digestion progress, I don’t know how long it will take to become a druid!

Shaking his head slightly, he picked up the pen and wrote a few words back to Bugs Bunny on the paper:

"The situation in the telegraph office should have nothing to do with that group of cultists. Those cultists wouldn't have made me foresee the danger."

"The bloody sacrifice in Bansi Port comes from an evil god there, a weather warlock."

After Bugs Bunny's question was followed by two sentences of reply, Renekton put the letter aside. The messenger was still delivering the letter to me, so the synchronization of information would probably be a bit slow.

While thinking, he picked up the blank paper aside and began to write a letter to Pales:

Dear Mr. Palles, and Leonard, good evening!

Mr. Pales, I don't know how your strength is recovering. I need your help with some things recently.

I don't know if you know anything about the book "Grossell's Travels". I just happened to read this book recently. There is a great nobleman from the Fourth Age in the book. He seems to be your direct descendant.

There is a completely real world in this book, and those stories really happened in the world of the book. The people trapped in the world of the book should not have really died yet. I don’t know what you think about this.

In addition, I want to buy a copy of the Dream Stealer's potion formula from you. I don't know what the price will be.

Finally, I wish you a happy life and if you don't mind, please reply as soon as possible.

Your friend, Al Tynes.

After writing the letter to Pales, Renekton leaned back on his chair, closed his eyes and meditated for a while.

It wasn't until his spirituality was touched that he opened his eyes and looked at the paper on which he had just written a reply to Bugs Bunny. All the previous content disappeared, and new lines of words emerged:

"Weather Warlock? Is this a storm path? Or a hunter? What is the sequence?"

"Do you have any ideas about the situation in the telegraph office? Could it be a manifestation of the pollution from the City of Disaster?"

It seemed that this question was asked by Klein. Lake muttered in his mind, then picked up his pen and started to reply:

"It's the same as the characteristics above the gray mist, but it's sequence two."

"I don't know the situation in the telegraph office. I just felt a sense of crisis there when I made the prediction for Bugs Bunny, so I reminded him. However, I think you can trust your intuition."

The intuition of the beacon of destiny is almost equivalent to the fact that the weather warlock in Banxi Port may have been contaminated by the City of Disaster a long time ago, and he is even a trait controlled and activated by the City of Disaster.

After pondering for a while, Renekton leaned back in his chair, tilted his head slightly, cleared his mind, and stopped thinking about these things. Anyway, there is no conflict between the City of Disaster and me.

He casually picked up the letter written to Pales and threw the paper into the spirit world.

The golden book messenger quickly passed by, recycled the paper, and wandered towards Backlund.