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Chapter 411 Tarot Club

"The Hermit" Cattleya looked at "The Hanged Man" Alger for a moment with a somewhat inquiring gaze. He is indeed a Sequence Six Wind Blessed, but isn't he from the Church of Storms? Why seek potion formulas outside? At the level of Sequence Five, there are very few potion formulas circulated.

She was silent for a moment, then nodded gently and said:

"I can help you keep an eye on it."

Ocean singer? Is this the name of Sailor Path Sequence 5? singer? An extraordinary person who is good at singing? Audrey, who knew something about the strength of "The Hanged Man", mentally guessed the abilities of the Ocean Singer.

The storm was once the power controlled by the Elf King. There happened to be an elf in the book world of "Grossell's Travels". She didn't look weak. She was most likely the Ocean Singer or the Wind Blessed. His eyes looked at him as he thought. Unconsciously, it fell on Renekton.

He had no intention of speaking. That elf was just a wind-blessed one? Or does he plan to hang the "Hanged Man" for a while first, so that it will be easier for him to raise the price?

The page in Russell's diary just now mentioned a mentality problem. Al seems to be facing this problem now. There are some repetitions in his character, like a struggle between divinity and humanity. I don't know if he is aware of it himself. Just remind him when the party is over.

After a brief silence, Cattleya the Hermit turned her gaze to Azik, she pursed her lips and said:

"Mr. Death, my promotion ceremony requires a drop of the blood of a mythical creature. I wonder if I can trade it with you?"

Azik looked at Cattleya not too surprised. He had just noticed her repeated glances at him.

"Promotion ceremony? If I remember correctly, this should be a ritual requirement for mystics. Why don't you find the Queen of Mystery? She should already be a sage."

Cattleya lowered her head slightly and recalled the reply she had received when she wrote to Bernadette:

"Your destiny is not with me. If you wait for a while, you will have a better choice."

She took a deep breath, shook her head slightly and said:

"She said my destiny was not with her."

Destiny is not with her? Why does it feel like a magician? Forsi, the "magician" on the side, sighed in his heart.

The emotion in Ms. "Hermit's" words just now was very strong, and it seemed to be a bit aggrieved. Although she concealed it very well, the relationship between her and the mysterious queen was very unusual. "Justice" Audrey tilted her head slightly, Trying to see Cattleya's current expression more clearly.

"She is right, the path of destiny is your best choice, which will reduce the difficulty of becoming a Sequence 3 "Prophecy Master" in the future."

Renekton leaned on the back of his chair and continued in a leisurely tone.

"Path of destiny?" Cattleya pondered.

She opened her mouth, wanting to ask where she could find the blood of an angel or a mythical creature from the Path of Destiny, but she suddenly froze.

Mr. "Fool"'s honorary name contains the phrase "the yellow and black king who controls good luck." Mr. "Fool" also holds the power of destiny. Can Mr. "Fool" provide the blood of a mythical creature that leads to destiny? Or an angel with a destiny path under His seat?

As her thoughts turned, Cattleya turned her gaze to Klein at the top of the mottled long table.

"Justice" Audrey and "The Hanged Man" Alger, who had been paying attention to Cattleya, were puzzled for a while, and then quickly thought of Mr. Fool's honorary name, and also turned their attention to the figure at the top.

Does it all depend on what I do? I'm not a mythical creature. Klein's originally leisurely figure suddenly stiffened, and he didn't know how to respond.

The only person whose fate I know is Will Auceptin, who is still an unborn baby! He had just been robbed of his uniqueness, and now his blood still needs to be remembered? Isn't this a bit too pitiful?

As his thoughts floated, Klein suddenly relaxed. He tapped the edge of the table twice with his fingers and said in a leisurely voice:

"Oh, if you are willing to wait for a while, you can choose the blood of the 'Mercury Snake'."

Mercury snake? The one from the School of Life? Or the Aurora Society? And why wait for a while? Cattleya kept having thoughts floating in her mind.

After just a moment, she gathered her thoughts and slightly saluted the figure at the top of the mottled long table:

"Thank you, dear Mr. Fool, I am not short of time."

"Justice" Audrey sat on a high-backed chair, looking like she was listening quietly, but the thoughts in her mind couldn't stop spreading. The Mercury Snake, I don't know whether it is Sequence 1 or Sequence 2 of the destiny path. It is most likely Sequence 1, but Sequence 2 is not enough for Mr. Fool to wait. The occultist should be Sequence 4 of Ms. "The Hermit"'s path. , is she about to become a demigod?

After Cattleya's needs were over, the others had no urgent needs for the time being, and everyone spontaneously entered the stage of free communication.

Everyone's eyes fell on "The Hanged Man" Alger. In the past few Tarot meetings, he would tell one or two major events during free communication sessions. Now, everyone has habitually looked at him first.

Sensing the gazes of the other members of the Tarot Society, "The Hanged Man" Alger's mouth twitched slightly, and he spoke with a deep sense of helplessness:

"Everyone, I don't know if you have heard that another big event happened in the Church of Storms, which alerted the Lord of Storms and directly issued divine punishment."

Divine punishment? I always feel that the Storm Lord is a very violent god, and his temper is as changeable as the storm on the sea. "Justice" Audrey muttered in her heart.

"Is there another divine punishment? Who got hacked this time?"

"Moon" Emlyn blurted out his words almost without thinking.

This "again" was used in a very essential way. Klein sighed silently.

"The Hanged Man" Alger's expression changed for a while. Although he was talking about the Storm Lord, he felt that he was also offended by this vampire.

He slowed down, and then said in a hoarse voice:

"The Church of the Waves in Bayam was stolen by Amon!"

"Amon? He stole the church?"

Audrey felt that the news was a bit outrageous. What was a king of angels doing stealing a church?

"Why did he steal the church?" Forsi immediately asked the question in Audrey's mind, but Alger "The Hanged Man" did not answer.

"Has the Church of Storms brought the church back?"

Cattleya also asked curiously. Judging from the recent actions of the Church of Storms at sea, there is a high probability that they will not be able to recover the stolen church.

"No."

"I don't know too much details. I only know roughly that He also has a helper. They took away the Church of the Waves under the divine punishment of the Lord of Storms."

"The Hanged Man" Alger took a deep breath and continued in an uncertain tone:

"It seems that one of the punishers within the Church of Storms has been parasitized by Amon."

This is the information he deduced himself. Recently, the Church of Storms is secretly interrogating every church member. Whether they are bishops, ordinary clergy, or even members who are away from home like him, they are all under certain investigation.

With the character of those people in the Storm Church, the sea would not be calm for a long time. "Hermit" Cattleya sighed in her heart, and then she asked thoughtfully:

"Does the Amon you mentioned refer to the ancestor of the Amon family of the Tudor Empire in the Fourth Age, the son of the Creator?"

"Oh, there is only one Amon from the beginning to the end, and the remaining people are all his clones. He is the Amon family!"

Klein controlled his trumpet "world" to answer Cattleya's question.

There is only one Amon, and he is an entire family? Cattleya was startled for a moment, and a shuddering feeling came over her heart.

Everyone continued to communicate around Amon and the stolen Church of the Waves for a while, until "The Fool" Klein announced that today's Tarot session was over.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 412 News about the Witch Card

After everyone stood up and bowed to say goodbye, a crimson light instantly rose, leading figures one after another out of the space above the gray mist.

Renekton turned his head and looked to both sides and found that he was the only one left behind.

He then looked at Klein, who was at the top, and said in confusion:

"what happened?"

Klein pondered and asked, "Have you ever paid attention to your mentality?"

Renekton nodded gently and sat back in his high-backed chair, saying in a calm voice:

"I have some doubts about whether my existence is real or not. I originally planned to wait for Miss Justice to advance to another level and ask her to give me some psychological counseling. In fact, Angelweed is a better choice, but I don't trust it very much. Him."

Klein frowned slightly and said in a deep voice after a moment of silence:

"You can come to me if you need help, although I'm not good at psychological counseling."

"But can I go to the Honesty Hall and experience it to add some humanity to me?"

Renekton chuckled and looked at Klein. When he saw the figure shrouded in gray mist, he visibly froze for a moment. He leaned against the back of the chair and laughed.

Hearing Renekton's laughter, Klein shook his head helplessly, and then changed the subject:

"Russell's diary mentioned the abyss, and he went in to explore it. There were all demon corpses there, and he didn't see a single living demon."

"Do you think the place he went to is really an abyss?"

Renekton stopped, leaned forward slightly, rested his elbows on the edge of the table, and said with a thoughtful expression:

"Some changes have occurred in the abyss, and it has become unsuitable for even demons to survive."

"As for the reason, I guess it is the influence from a higher position. The 'dark side of the universe' has not exerted influence on the real world for a long time. His condition may not be better than that of the bound god hanging on the tree. How many."

"The bound god hanging on the tree?" Klein was inspired, but he didn't think of anything.

"You will find out after you have more contact with the Rose School of Thought."

Renekton nodded slightly and did not dwell on this topic too much.

Seeing Renekton's unwillingness to say more, Klein gave up the idea of ​​continuing to ask. He leaned back on his chair and said calmly:

"So be it."

A crimson light rose up, and Renekton felt himself in a trance. When he came back to his senses, he had already left the gray mist.

West Balam, in a coffee bean plantation on the south bank of the Pas Valley.

Renekton followed Plak as he walked among the coffee trees. Neither of them spoke until Anu, the crow hovering in the sky, landed on a branch.

Plaque looked at it deeply, and the crow Anu's body stiffened instantly. Even though there was no malicious gaze, it still shrank a little under the natural pressure of the high-ranking people in this path.

"Hehe, this is a very nice little guy. It has already digested the psychic potion. Do you have any plans to let it continue to advance?"

Renekton glanced at the crow standing on the branch and did not dare to move, and chuckled softly:

"Looking at it on its own, I don't really care about that."

As soon as he finished speaking, his inspiration was touched. As a slight breeze blew by, an invisible natural spirit appeared around him. It was communicating with Plaque in the language of the dead.

After a moment, his face became heavy, he waved his hand to let the natural spirit leave, then turned his head to look at Renekton and said:

"There are indeed more than one of the kind of dolls you mentioned. The spirits I sent out found them in the Pas Valley area."

"They are well hidden, and ordinary natural spirits and souls of the dead cannot tell the difference between them and ordinary people."

Renekton nodded lightly without being surprised, and then said:

"The behavior of those puppets walking into the river is very much like a part of the ritual, helping the original moon to bring down some of its power, or maybe he was promoted to a coffin bearer in Sequence Three?"

Plaque shook his head and said in an uncertain tone:

"I don't know the ritual of the coffin bearer, but it hasn't been too long since he was promoted to the ancient alchemist. It should be unlikely that he could digest the potion so quickly." "Perhaps he received the gift of the original moon. After all, Red The moon is there every day, and occasionally there is a blood moon night."

Renekton pondered and expressed his guess.

Plaque pondered and nodded:

"I won't rule out this possibility. I will draw attention to it. The Pas Valley is very important to us and we can't let that lunatic really spread pollution."

Before he finished speaking, his figure quickly faded and disappeared, and he left here by traveling through the spirit world.

The crow Anu on the branch nearby seemed to come to life again, fluttering its wings quickly and landed on Renekton's shoulder:

"Boss, let's go find the rabbit. The aura on this person is so depressing. I feel like I'm seeing a natural enemy."

Natural enemy? Is this the influence of the Phoenix bloodline? Renekton nodded thoughtfully, and his figure suddenly became transparent, turning into a statue made of bright stars.

The statue shattered in an instant, and the bright starlight surged bit by bit, wrapping the crow Anu and jumping directly into the spirit world.

Passenger ship to Tyrinhos Island in the Central Sunian Sea.

In a first-class room shrouded in secret power, the prophet's clone sat on each side of a round table with Phoenix and Thea.

"So, that Yalina Sauron is your father?"

The prophet's clone smacked his tongue slightly and repeated the words he just heard.

Thea nodded expressionlessly, her dark gold eyes contained restrained emotions, and she narrated in a calm voice:

"Yes, he was my father, before he became a woman."

"We can only be regarded as a branch of the Sauron family. After the leader of the Sauron family lost control and went crazy 200 years ago, the Sauron family declined. I think there must be more than one part of the leader of the out-of-control Sauron family. Angel-level characteristics."

"He is not a very talented person, otherwise he would not have betrayed the Sauron family and gone to the Witch Church."

"I remember that he acted very hesitant, irritable, and crazy for a period of time. I observed him secretly during that time, and he seemed to be confused by a tarot card."

"Witch card?" The prophet's clone followed his intuition and said this guess.

Thea looked at the prophecy clone in surprise, then chuckled and said:

"It seems that you have grown a lot during the time you left Feneport. You have completely immersed yourself in it and are not as impetuous as before."

"I wasn't very impetuous before, was I? At most, I was a little impulsive."

The prophet clone defended himself.

"Really just a little? You were so bold that you were completely unlike a reasoning apprentice. I have no doubt that I will receive news of your return to the Kingdom of God one morning."

Thea's voice was a little hoarse, as if she was talking about Renekton, but also as if she was talking about herself.

A bronze palm with a black ring set with emeralds gently placed on Thea's hand holding the coffee cup, silently comforting the other person.

You force me to stuff dog food, right? .The clone silently turned away his eyes while speaking. He felt that he didn't even have to eat dinner tonight.

After a moment of silence, Thea quickly adjusted her emotions and said with a smile:

"You guessed it right, that is indeed the witch card among the cards of blasphemy made by Emperor Russell."

"The party effect of the Blasphemy Card allowed him to unknowingly collect the materials needed to be promoted to the Witch of Despair. After applying to the family for promotion to the Iron-Blooded Knight several times and being rejected, he chose a different path. Even if it turns into a woman."

"As for what happens next, you should be able to guess it, right? Maybe he does have a talent for being a woman. He doesn't seem to be confused or affected at all by becoming a witch, at least on the surface."

"Why did the Sauron family reject his application? There are no extra characteristics? Or is it due to internal factional strife?"

Phoenix asked curiously.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 413 Newins

Thea took out her hand without leaving a trace, picked up the coffee in the cup and took a sip.

After a moment of silence, she answered the question:

"This is not something that an ordinary little girl like me could know at that time. However, I think he has offended too many people, and at the same time, his own ability to digest magic potions cannot keep up. He is not a qualified hunter. "

"Hunter's Sequence 8 is called 'Provocateur'. They are not very strong, but they are enough to make people hate~"

"When a group of provocateurs, or former provocateurs, get together, conflicts are bound to happen."

The right index finger of the prophet's clone tapped lightly on the coffee cup he was holding, and said in a leisurely tone:

"The promotion ceremony of the Iron-Blooded Knight requires the formation of a team of at least thirty people with strong comradeship and sufficient cooperation."

"Hunters who have gone through the provocateur stage will always provoke others with a few words. This ritual is not an ordinary difficulty for them."

"Form a team? How does this ritual work?"

Thea didn't care about why the prophet's clone knew about the iron-blooded knight's promotion ceremony. Instead, she curiously asked how the ceremony worked.

Renekton shrugged and said:

"I don't know. I don't know any hunters at this level."

Thea nodded lightly and stopped continuing the topic. She casually took out a small dagger from her waist and cut a gash in the palm of her right hand. Blood dropped drop by drop into the coffee in front of her.

After dyeing the entire cup of coffee red, she put the dagger back, her eyes filled with blue and white light.

A little light green light floated in the palm of her right hand, with a strong breath of life, quickly healing the wounds on her hand.

After doing all this, she pushed the red coffee in front of the prophet's clone and said:

"Since you are tracking her, you should be able to use my blood as a medium to find her location, right?"

The prophet clone nodded and said in a helpless tone:

"Yes, yes, but why do you want to drip it into the coffee?"

"Are there any other cups here?" Thea said in a calm voice without raising her eyelids.

"You are more of an adventurer than a member of the Church of Knowledge."

The prophet's clone sighed softly, leaned back on the chair, and at the same time reached out to bring the red-stained cup of coffee in front of him.

His eyes suddenly became covered with a layer of silvery white, became deep and calm, and lost focus.

With the mystical connection between Thea's blood and Yalina Sauron, a picture quickly emerged in his mind.

It was a ghost ship floating on the sea. It looked a bit old and was dark in color, like a sunken ship that had been soaked in sea water for a long time. On the raised sail, there was a pattern of a sea monster with twisted tentacles painted on it.

The picture floated again, and he saw a strong man with scale-like patterns on his face, neck, and exposed arms, like the phantom scales hidden under the skin of an extraordinary sailor. There is no beard on the chin, but there are green buds about ten centimeters long, like the tentacles of sea creatures.

He has dark blue eyes, wears a black three-cornered pirate hat, and a loose dark brown coat, which seems to deliberately cover his physical features.

The picture floated again and came to a dark room, like a collection room specially used to place precious items. On the widest wall of the room, there was a rather gorgeous mirror made of gold hanging. Obvious Intis style.

The picture floating in his mind suddenly stopped, and the eyes of the prophet's clone became clear again.

"You were promoted to prophet? When? No wonder you dare to hunt her down."

Thea seemed to have come back to her senses from the performance of the prophet's clone just now, and asked with a voice full of surprise, but she soon regained her composure.

Her words made Phoenix frown on the side, his inquiring eyes fell on the prophet clone, and he asked with doubts:

"Aren't you an occultist?"

"We are all the same person, just separate identities."

The prophet clone explained with a chuckle. "Ordinary clones won't even change their own paths and treat it as your little secret, as long as they are not made into marionettes."

Thea just sighed in a faint tone, and then solved the problem in one sentence. She paused for a moment before continuing:

"What did you predict just now?"

Renekton raised his head slightly, recalling the scene that had just appeared in his mind, and said with a slightly less obvious teasing tone:

"Vice Admiral Abyss's 'Newes', and a mirror that was placed on that ghost ship. It is a very gorgeous mirror made of gold."

"Your father, uh, mother? Or mom? Anyway, she is most likely hiding in that mirror. The Ageless Witch is good at resurrection and rebirth. It is probably a back-up she prepared for herself."

"As for why it appeared on Vice Admiral Deep Sea's ship, maybe it was one of her lovers, or maybe the mirror happened to be intercepted by the other party."

Thea didn't show any obvious changes in emotion, she just chuckled and said:

"That was a long time ago. I have no relationship with her or the Sauron family. I have even forgotten his name."

"Of course, I am still happy to send her to the underworld."

Phoenix's eyes flashed slightly at the side. He has a relatively reserved personality and is particularly sensitive to changes in emotions.

Renekton sat back in his chair in a leisurely manner without making any comments.

Sometimes the calmer she behaves, the stronger her inner emotions become. It seems that her life in the Sauron family was not easy, and a big reason for this came from her father. This should not reach the point of becoming an enemy. Are there other reasons?

In Impas City, in a hotel called Soyana.

Renekton was sitting on the sofa by the window, holding several pieces of parchment torn from "Grossell's Travels" in his hand. On the round table in front of him were also placed the things he had previously collected from Flora Jacob. The worm of time.

On his shoulder, there is a mechanical arm swinging flexibly. There is a weird eyeball on each joint of the arm. There is also a flesh-and-blood eye without eyelashes in the palm of the hand. It looks at it with a thoughtful expression. The materials placed on the round table shook their hands from time to time, as if they were shaking their heads.

In Renekton's mind, the voice of the mechanical hand echoed without much confidence:

"The level of these materials is too high, and my ability is not enough to make them into perfect magical items."

Renekton nodded without paying much attention and said with a chuckle:

"It's okay. You just need to control them so that their negative effects are not too outrageous. It is best to make them have the characteristics of being alive. It is difficult to deal with dead things, but living things will know how to restrain themselves."

"Then I'll try my best."

The clever mechanical hand responded without any confidence.

It stretched out its hand directly and grabbed a piece of parchment from Renekton's hand. Its mechanical fingers clicked on the parchment rhythmically. Every time it clicked on a place, a strange gray-white symbol appeared, and they were connected to each other. , forming a dense network.

In Renekton's field of vision, blurred lights and shadows emerged from the parchment. They were like drops of water suspended in mid-air, reflecting different faces.

Those subconscious and collective subconscious in "Grossell's Travels"?

"Yes, every page here contains part of the world in the book and the spiritual world."

"However, I can only extract these subconscious minds. The world in the book and the spiritual world inside will inevitably be destroyed. Their existence is far beyond the limit of my ability. It is not something that an ordinary mechanical expert like me can operate. "

The skillful mechanical hand flexibly extracted the subconsciousness from each piece of parchment while answering Renekton's questions.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 414 Fraudulent Magical Items

Renekton nodded, then raised his right hand and rubbed his fingers twice, and his eyes instantly opened in the shadows and gaps around him.

Their gazes alternated with each other, and the entire room was reflected in their eyes. A layered illusory door symbol appeared in the pupils.

The space in the hotel room is divided wonderfully by them, and is connected to somewhere in the spiritual world.

Then he summoned an invisible giant hand and directly mixed the corpse of the Time Worm on the table, the subconscious extracted by the mechanical hand and the crushed parchment into a ball, and continuously compressed it.

Under the extraordinary ability of the mechanical hands, they quickly turned into a group of mainly gray and white light, with illusory figures sliding across it, flashing blurry colors.

In front of the skilled mechanical hands, this ball of light is like dough on the chopping board, being kneaded into various shapes at will.

Renekton's eyes glowed with a deep blue and almost purple glow. He quietly stared at the gray-white light in front of him, and reflected the hidden sage symbol outlined in his mind on the light.

The originally gray light group was instantly dyed with twinkling starlight, and a cold, crazy aura filled the air.

After nearly half an hour of operation, the gray-white light gradually lost its color and was kneaded into a folded gray-brown book as thick as a little finger.

"It's finished!" The mechanical voice sounded tiredly in Renekton's mind.

Before he could express his opinion, the mechanical hand automatically fell off his shoulder. It jumped directly onto the round table in front of him and lay straight on the table, like a tired and paralyzed salted fish.

Renekton lowered his eyes, and his entire right arm and half of his shoulder turned into a statue made of countless starlights. As he reached out to pick up the book on the table, little rust-like debris emerged from the starlight. Falling off, disappearing quickly in the process of falling, like starlight rejecting negative influences that do not belong to itself.

On the gray-brown cover, there is a twelve-section ancient mottled clock. Around the clock are scattered many mysterious symbols symbolizing heart, time and deceit.

A deep blue light flashed in his eyes, and the positive and negative effects of this magical item were immediately clear to Renekton:

It is a living sealed object, keen on lying, and will instinctively deceive everyone, and the holder cannot avoid it.

Once you are deceived by it, the corresponding scam will come true in a coincidental way. The more you trust its words, the better the effect.

Everyone who is deceived by it will provide it with a certain amount of power. When the number of people deceived reaches a certain level, it will have a qualitative change. At that time, its impact will be no less than that of one and a half people. god.

If no one believes it, it's just an ordinary, chatty book.

It has some characteristics of a parasite, and can host its body into anything that has spirituality and is less than a demigod. This can be a living thing or a dead thing.

The person holding it will lose something from time to time. It may be a pen, a gold coin, a magical item, or even the clothes he is wearing, or even the thoughts that have passed through his mind.

This is a bit outrageous. Do thieves have such a big influence? Even if the negative effect is just losing something, why is the positive effect still cheating?

Renekton sighed silently in his heart, and casually opened the gray-brown book in his hand. The folded paper inside was completely blank.

Following Renekton's movements, silver-white dragon language words emerged one after another on the gray-brown parchment:

"I am a warrior of light from the M78 nebula. I fell into a deep sleep due to the exhaustion of light. Anyone who sees this message, you are the successor of light. If you sacrifice 50 gold pounds to me, you can get the remaining light from me and become An ATM!"

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Renekton took a deep breath, resisted the urge to burn the book in his hand, and said with a slight twitch of the corner of his mouth:

"This is a different world. Shouldn't your fraudulent text messages also keep pace with the times?" As if he understood Renekton's complaints, the words on the gray-brown parchment quickly became distorted. After a while, a new sentence came out emerged:

"I am the ancient sun god. I was sealed because of the betrayal of my subordinates. Please offer me 50 gold pounds as a sacrifice. After I get out of trouble, you will become the ninth king of angels under me~"

Renekton raised his eyebrows slightly, not knowing where to complain.

Are you asking for gold pounds all the time because there must be a reward for fraud? If many people are really deceived by it, this book may really be able to intercept part of the power of the ancient sun god. However, this low-grade deception cannot break through the automatic blocking function on my previous mobile phone.

This book will probably only be used as a nagging ordinary book for the rest of my life. What a waste of my materials. I tore out nearly half of the pages of "Grossell's Travels", as well as all my Insect of Time reserves. The result is Got a book that copied scam text messages.

"You might as well call it 'Scam Manual'"

As he spoke, he reached out and touched his chest, feeling a little sorry for the materials he had consumed.

As soon as he put his right hand on his left chest, he suddenly paused. He didn't feel the pocket watch he put in his outer inner pocket.

Without any confirmation, the master of prophecy's intuition told him the result: his pocket watch disappeared directly due to the negative effects of the book in his hand.

It actually makes the items on the body disappear directly. This negative effect is completely out of control demigod-level stealing ability. Compared with the negative effect, its shameful deception ability can be ignored.

Renekton resisted the urge to curse and looked down at the clothes on his body. He made sure that there was no sudden disappearance of the clothes on his body, and he felt relieved.

He threw the "Fraud Manual" on the table and said in a calm voice:

"Since you are a living magical item, you should learn to act on your own, without the need for a holder."

The fraud manual suddenly started to turn, and a series of somewhat twisted dragon language words emerged:

"I'm just a book. I can't walk without arms and legs. I can't be deceived. I can't inhabit living things●﹏●"

There are even emojis. Does the Hidden Sage select spam and feed it to it? Renekton was speechless for a moment, then waved his hand and said:

"Wait a minute, I'll find a Knowledge Rabbit to take you wandering. Don't lie to people who are too powerful or too smart. I may not be able to save you in time if the car overturns."

While he was talking, Renekton took out a wooden whistle from his pocket. He put the whistle to his mouth and blew it gently, but no sound came out.

After a moment, a dull-looking, translucent rabbit emerged from an eye that opened in the shadows of the room.

Renekton picked up the fraud manual on the table and handed it to it, squatted down and said:

"How about you take this book to different places for me and change its location every once in a while. You need to pay attention to its movements and don't lose it. After you work for a day, you can come to my place to read a book for a day. How about that? ?"

The Rabbit of Knowledge nodded sluggishly. After taking the fraud manual, he tilted his head and looked at it blankly for a while. Then he directly got into the eyes behind him and left from the spirit world.

slap~

Watching the Rabbit of Knowledge leave, Renekton snapped his fingers, and the eyes in the room quickly retracted into the shadows and gaps.

The warm sunlight outside the window shone in again, making the room brighter and the temperature rising.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 415 Strange Mirror

Backlund, inside a red three-story house in Jowood District.

Forsi lay lazily on the lounge chair, enjoying the warmth of the fireplace nearby. To her right was a small round table with a round-bellied pen, a few blank pieces of letter paper, and a cup of dark red wine. wine.

In the living room nearby, the door creaked suddenly, followed by the sound of hard boots stepping on the wooden floor, and the slamming of the door closing.

There was a rustling sound of people changing shoes and clothes for a while, and the sound of somewhat relaxed footsteps quickly approached the direction of the fireplace in the fireplace restaurant.

Xio, who was just over 1.5 meters tall and had baby fat cheeks, quickly walked to the fireplace.

Her eyes lingered on the small round table to Forsi's right for a moment, a hint of helplessness flashed in her eyes, and then she said:

"Forsi, didn't you say that you have had a lot of inspiration recently? It's been a long time and you haven't written a single word yet?"

"Well, the inspiration won't run away suddenly. I'll write it again later."

Forsi was stunned for a moment, then explained with an awkward chuckle.

"You said the same thing yesterday." Xio reminded him helplessly.

"It's all because the fireplace is too warm."

Before Forsi finished speaking, her inspiration was suddenly touched. She turned her head and looked at the silver mirror held in Xio's hand.

"What is this?" she asked with some confusion.

"In the commission I received before, a few young masters and ladies who loved mysticism performed random rituals and provoked an undead spirit. This is a leftover item from that ritual. I saw that it looked somewhat spiritual, so I took it back."

Xio explained briefly. She also noticed the spiritual fluctuations that appeared on the mirror just now, and hesitated whether to throw it away now.

The silver mirror reflected the blurry firelight of the fireplace, and the dancing red in the mirror was twisted into Rune words, constantly floating:

"I am a poor ghost. I was betrayed by my husband, suspected by my children, and rejected by my relatives. I committed suicide because I couldn't stand this kind of life."

"No one grieved for me, and no one shed tears for me. I didn't even have a decent funeral. I suddenly regretted that I had never lived a good life for myself."

"The kindhearted person who got this mirror, can you give me a bouquet of flowers, a blessing, and a gold pound. I will turn into a night vanilla and pray for you in the sea of ​​flowers in the dark heaven."

Forsi didn't know what kind of expression she should use to face the words on the mirror. She looked at Xio in confusion and said:

"This? Throw it away? Or..."

Xio frowned and said with confusion in his brows:

"I have not sensed the aura or influence related to evil, chaos, or madness. If it is the shadow of an innocent soul, it is impossible for me not to feel it."

"What if it's a harmless ghost?"

Forsi said in deep thought. She didn't know why, but she felt vaguely that there was really a poor ghost in this mirror, and she couldn't help but want to sympathize with him.

"I don't know that either."

Xio was stunned for a moment. She suppressed the faint sympathy rising in her heart and said rationally:

"But do you really believe what it says? Even if what it says is true, after a person who has had such an experience commits suicide, will her remaining spirit really be harmless?"

Forsi had automatically regarded the thing in the mirror as the ghost of a poor lady in her mind. She inevitably had some empathy for the other party and said in a hesitant voice:

"But she only wants a bouquet of flowers, a blessing, and a gold pound?"

"Amount of gold pounds? Why does a ghost want gold pounds? Is this some new type of fraud?"

Forsi was suddenly stunned. As a novel writer who was not wealthy, the mention of gold pounds made her regain some of her thoughts.

Xio shook his head and said:

"I don't know. If it's a fraud, it shouldn't be just a gold pound. Of course, we can't rule out that someone is deliberately using special magical items to make money."

"Perhaps she was just too poor during her lifetime, so she developed this obsession after her death."

Forsi nodded slightly and fell into her own mind again. She had already imagined the image of a middle-aged woman who was tortured by life. Xio was stunned for a moment, looked at Forsi in disbelief and said:

"You don't really believe her, do you?"

"I feel like I need to take this mirror to the church and have the pastor cleanse it."

"The pastor of the church will purify you together, or imprison you underground in the church, where you will never see the light of day."

Forsi sat up from the recliner and reminded Xio angrily.

"Of course I won't take it myself. Don't you have the means to interfere with divination and spiritual intuition now? Just find someone you don't know to do it."

Xio explained his plan.

"But what if what she said is true?" Forsi said still hesitantly.

"Why don't you do a divination first?" Xio reminded.

Only then did Forsi realize something. She laughed dryly and said:

"I just wanted to discuss it with you."

As she spoke, she got up and went to her room to take out a crystal ball the size of a baby's fist, and began to divine the silver mirror where writing suddenly appeared.

After a moment, the bright stars that appeared in her eyes disappeared, and the light in the crystal ball on the table also quickly disappeared.

She turned her head to look at Xio, who had been watching her, and nodded gently:

"I divined no ill will towards us, and saw no danger."

Xio was silent for a while, seemingly troubled.

Forsi hesitated for a moment and then suggested:

"How about we give her a bouquet of flowers? It's just an ordinary bouquet of flowers. Even if something goes wrong, it won't have any impact on us."

Xio and Forsi looked at each other, then turned to look at the silver mirror that he had placed on the small round table aside, and fell into deep thought for a moment.

West Balam, Pass Valley.

Renekton and Crow Anu walked upstream along the river in the middle of the Pas Valley. His figure blurred from time to time, and then became clear again. He had teleported a long distance ahead.

Anu, the crow hovering in the sky, flapped its wings vigorously. While looking at the river below, it accelerated its flight speed.

When Renekton's figure disappeared and reappeared again, it waved its wings twice and landed directly on Renekton's shoulder:

"Boss, why do we need to explore up the river?"

"If those dolls all walk into this river, then the river water here will be contaminated with something."

While he was speaking, there were little rays of light in his eyes, as if they contained a galaxy. Under the vision of the Secret Eyes, everything around him was clearly visible.

The crow Anu's eyes are deep and dark, like the eyes of the dead. From time to time, it will look at the river surface.

"There is nothing special about this river except for various dead spirits and natural spirits."

The crow Anu muttered something quietly, then flapped his wings and flew into the air again.

Renekton's figure suddenly blurred, then became clear again. He was already two hundred meters away.

He looked into the distance leisurely and whispered in a confused voice:

"People here have no awareness of caring for the environment. The river has been affected by the surrounding plantations and factories, and a lot of toxins and garbage have accumulated."

"But these are all within the normal range, and the creatures in the river do not have any tendency to mutate. Why does the ancient alchemist keep controlling the dolls to sink into the river?"

"Perhaps the people in the Church of the Earth can guess that no one knows the cultivator path better than them."

While he was talking to himself, his figure suddenly became transparent and turned into a human figure made of stars. As he took steps, starlight surged into the sky, carrying the figure of Anu, the crow, towards the upper reaches of the Pas Valley. go.

(End of this chapter)