Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

"Are you short of money? Do you need to work for me? I am short of manpower recently."

Renekton turned to look at Emlyn on his left and made a proposal.

"not me!"

Emlyn subconsciously shook his head in denial, then frowned slightly and said:

"You want a noble vampire to be your subordinate? Do you think this is possible?"

"You can't even beat my rabbit."

Renekton choked Emlyn, and then said without waiting for the other party to refute:

"What I mean is that you can write some books about potion preparation and medicinal material knowledge. It is best to be more detailed and popular. I will pay for them."

"Public? Doesn't that show that my level is very low?"

"Every vampire is a natural pharmacist. Your statement is questioning the ability of our vampires!"

Emlyn curled his lips in disdain, tilted his chin slightly and responded. He even said that I couldn't even beat the rabbit he raised. Is the rabbit he raised also called Bugs Bunny?

Baita seems to have just arrived at sea. His strength is unknown, but he should be very strong. It is also suspicious to raise a rabbit! No wonder when I asked him for advice, he looked like he was expecting me to pray to Mr. Fool.

The arrogant vampire Renekton made some comments in his mind, then chuckled and said:

"I want this kind of book because I want it to be popularized as basic common sense. Of course, it needs to be the kind that ordinary people can understand."

"Popularizing knowledge? Mr. Baita, are you planning to engage in education?"

Justice Audrey looked at Renekton with some confusion.

"In a sense, so." Renekton leaned on the back of his chair and said thoughtfully.

After confirming Renekton's identity in his mind, the expression on Emlyn's face was a little strange for a moment, including the joy of discovering an acquaintance in the tarot meeting, but also some inevitable embarrassment and anger.

He felt that his previous performance in the tarot meeting was like watching a circus performance in the eyes of the other party, and he felt an inexplicable sense of shame.

"Cough! Cough!" Emlyn coughed twice to ease his embarrassment, then turned to look at Renekton and said with a serious look on his face:

"I can agree to your proposal and compile some common-sense pharmacy knowledge into a book, but I can't guarantee whether it can be used as a popular teaching material."

"After all, for most civilians, they can't even recognize the complete words."

Renekton nodded slightly and said:

"If it's not up to standard, I'll ask you to correct it."

"Of course, it won't be free, and defective products also have the price of defective products."

"You are questioning a noble vampire." Emlyn glared at Renekton.

This has nothing to do with the nobility of the vampires, does it? Mr. Moon seemed to relax a lot in front of Mr. Baita. Was his confusion just now because he recognized Mr. Baita's identity? Do they know each other in real life? And the relationship seems to be good.

Audrey silently observed Emlyn's reaction and read a lot of information from him.

Alger, the Hanged Man, who also had a certain interpretation of Emlyn's performance, said in a deep voice:

"Do you still need answers to your questions just now?"

"Need!" Emlyn nodded quickly and looked at Mr. Hanged Man, who had falsely reported prices to him before.

Alger the Hanged Man glanced at Emlyn and said with a smile:

"It's simple, but you have to accept a certain amount of risk."

Emlyn wanted to retort, "It's not me!", but after the episode just now, he no longer cared about it.

Seeing that Mr. Moon did not refute, the Hanged Man chuckled and continued:

"You slowly showed certain abnormalities in your daily life, which made the strong man realize that something was wrong with you."

"He will have two choices. One is to torture directly, but this can easily cut off the clues; the other is to inadvertently provide you with help, allowing you to investigate more deeply, and then send someone to monitor you."

"I think the second possibility is the biggest. The risk you need to take is how to avoid exposing the information you want to hide under surveillance."

Can it still be like this? In fact, it will not be exposed. Every time I participate in the Tarot Club, I rest in the Harvest Church. There is nothing abnormal about the appearance. The ritual of sacrificing items and receiving gifts is something that can be shown to Lord Nibais and others.

Very good, I will take the initiative to ask about Silver City while studying history. Emlyn thought for a moment and quickly made up his mind.

He immediately remembered another thing and turned to the Hanged Man:

"Didn't you ask last week how to make everyone on a boat fall asleep at the same time?"

"It's very simple. I can provide a magical anesthetic gas that can effectively spread a non-irritating smell. Even on the deck, direct smell will cause coma."

"Of course, you'd better choose a night with no wind. Also, the target cannot have any premonition of danger, and the physical fitness cannot be too strong. The extraordinary people in Sequence Nine who are famous for their physical fitness are the limit."

"It can induce a deep sleep for more than three hours, and the effect will continue to decrease after that. It costs 100 pounds per can, plus an additional 30 pounds for my reward."

Alger, the Hanged Man, thought about the situation of the sailors on the ghost ship, and nodded gently without counter-offering:

"it is good."

Without the Moon's proposal, I would turn to the White Tower to seek extraordinary abilities with corresponding effects, and then rent Miss Magician's magical item. This would be too much trouble. Moreover, establishing a certain image in front of the Moon would be even more troublesome. To facilitate my subsequent transactions with him.

The communication session gradually came to an end. Klein, shrouded in gray fog, tapped his fingers on the mottled long table twice and said with a leisurely smile:

"I already foresee that next week you will have a new look."

"That's it for this party."

"Thank you for your blessing."

Justice Audrey stood up first and said goodbye and thanked her.

With these words from Mr. Fool, I have a little more confidence in taking the psychiatrist’s magic medicine.

As everyone repeated the same words, rays of deep red light rose up, and the space above the gray fog returned to its eternal silence.

On the Golden Dream, Renekton, who was leaning on the chair, opened his eyes. He glanced at the desk in front of him at any time, where a piece of light yellow paper lay quietly.

Leonard's reply is a bit slow! Being the nightmare that I am, I didn’t even stay up late to reply to my letter.

Muttering in his mind, Renekton stretched out his left hand, spreading his spirituality, summoning an invisible hand, and handed the paper on the desk to his hand.

Maintaining a lazy posture, he handed the letter to his eyes and read it carefully:

The old man said that he needs more information about "Grossell's Travels". As for trading the Dream Stealer's potion formula, he needs you to help him deal with the demigod of the Jacob family in exchange. The potion formula can be given to you first. .

Sequence 5: The Dream Stealer can take away other people’s ideals and dreams, and can steal other people’s memories.

Main material: spiritual crystal of ancient resentful spirits, 30 grams of star crystal.

Why should I deal with that rat demigod? Palles' condition shouldn't be this bad. Renekton pondered for a moment and stopped paying attention to this matter.

Anyway, he would have to go find Palles then, so it didn't matter if he agreed to this condition.

He slightly shook his left palm holding the letter twice and threw the light yellow paper into the spiritual world.

Then he stood up from the chair and turned to look towards the deck. After a moment of silence, his figure suddenly faded and became transparent.

The next moment, his figure appeared on the deck again.

A figure suddenly appeared in front of Ming. Jordson was shocked and took a step back. After seeing the other person's appearance clearly, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Renekton with slight dissatisfaction:

"Don't always appear in front of others suddenly like this. If you meet someone who is timid, he will probably put a ball of fire directly in your face."

Renekton raised his eyebrows and glanced at Jordson, then said:

"Are you talking about Daniz? He shouldn't have such a chance."

"I've got the Dream Stealer potion formula you need. How much money are you going to spend on it?"

"Huh?" Jordan was stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face froze for a moment.

Then he showed a kind smile, tried to get closer, and put his hand on Renekton's shoulder, but was dodged without a trace. He pretended to retract his hand naturally, and said behind his back:

"What would you do if I said I was just joking before?"

Renekton glanced at the other party without surprise, chuckled and said:

"I won't do anything. After all, I am serious."

Jordson looked at Renekton's serious expression. After a while, he showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and said with difficulty:

"3000 no, 4000 pounds!"

"No more, this is the money I plan to use to buy potion ingredients."

Renekton nodded lightly indifferently. He originally just wanted to blackmail Yodson.

Then he looked at the other party with a little curiosity and said:

"Are you from the house of Jacob?"

Jordan pursed his lips tightly, as if hesitating, and after hesitating for a moment, he said:

"Why don't you think I'm from the Zoroastrian or Amon families?"

Renekton put his hands on the side of the boat, pushed hard, then turned around and sat on the side of the boat.

He looked far away at the sea and said in deep thought:

"It is impossible for Amon to stay on this ship. This place is also within the sight of the God of Knowledge."

"Besides, I know Pales."

"Paris? The head of Zoroastrian family? Is he still alive?"

Yodson looked shocked.

"As a Sequence One angel, although he was chased a bit miserably by Amon, as Amon is not in a hurry to become a god, it is not a surprise that he survived, right?"

Renekton raised his eyebrows and looked at Yodson. He didn't know much information, and it seemed that the Jacob family was having a hard time under Amon's pressure.

Jordan frowned slightly. Although he was a descendant of the Jacob family, due to the pressure of Amon, the Jacob family had long been divided into small families that were not connected to each other.

And the small family he belongs to has long been lonely, and they don't even have potion formulas or magical items that are worthy of being a demigod or above.

After hesitating for a moment, Jordan said suspiciously:

"You seem to know us or the thieves very well?"