Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 184 Magic Mirror Arrods
  On the shiny screen, the man wearing a black double-breasted gown appeared again.

His body was twisted sideways, facing forward, pressing his chest with the hand holding the top hat, bowing slightly and saluting.

His face was blurred and distorted as if disturbed, and it also vaguely showed the color of oil paint.

The picture stopped abruptly, and then a few lines of ancient Fusac words appeared:

"Based on the principle of reciprocity, it's my turn to ask questions next."

"If you answer wrong, or lie, you will be punished!"

The word "punishment" is as red as blood, as if it is still dripping with scarlet liquid!
  Ikanser seemed to have thought of some very bad memories, and the expression on his face twisted, and then became extremely solemn.

The water on the silver mirror flashed, and a new line of words appeared:
  "What's your sexual orientation?"

Ikonser's solemn expression froze instantly, and his whole face turned white and red. At this moment, he felt that the looks from the team members around him were particularly piercing.

The next morning, the midday sun streamed into the room through the windows.

Renekton took down a mirror hanging on the wall, arranged a simple ceremony, and drew a symbol on the mirror that symbolized secrecy and voyeurism.

The light in the room dimmed a bit, and the temperature dropped slightly.

The mirror surface became pitch black, and water light continued to ripple. Between the layers of water light, several blood-red words emerged:

"Who is calling the great Arrodes!"

Looking at the small mirror here that was showing off, Renekton could not help but curl his lips, and before the words on the mirror continued to change, he began to say to himself:
  "First meeting, Magic Mirror Arrodes!"

"But, I guess this isn't the first time you've met me."

"The people from the Heart of Machine asked you about what happened in the abandoned warehouse last night. How did you reply to them?"

Renekton deliberately said some limited words to ask himself a question.

Without Klein by his side, Renekton would never be able to suppress his true nature. Even if only his own rabbits and crows were watching, Renekton didn't want to let himself die.

The dark mirror was silent for a while, and then pictures began to appear. Not long after I and others left the abandoned warehouse last night, a team of Mechanical Hearts arrived.
  "Did you add special effects to the scene where Klein appears?"

Renekton looked at the mirror set in a brass-colored metal frame in front of him with a playful look on his face, and tapped the table next to him with his right hand.

As the water in the mirror floated, the original scene of the fire shining brightly. Klein was wearing a black double-breasted gown, holding a half-high silk hat in his hand, and the scene of him bending down to salute disappeared.

Lines of words reappear:

"Based on the principle of reciprocity, it should be my turn to ask questions now!"

He chuckled lightly, not paying attention to the fact that Arrods deliberately avoided his own problems. He just stopped tapping the table, grinned at a suitable arc, and stared at the mirror quietly.

Arrods seemed to feel the danger. Before the words that appeared on the mirror were completely formed, they were distorted and replaced by a new question:
  "You will help me return to my great Master, won't you?"

"It depends on my mood."

"And my mood depends on your performance."

Renekton answered the question on the mirror in a joking tone.

The water on the mirror shook violently a few times, as if it was being shaken violently.

The mirror quickly returned to calm, and the words on it also changed:
  I just reinforced my dear master's presence a bit, which would help him get more feedback from those in the Heart of the Machine.

This time the words on the mirror disappeared quickly, and after a while new words appeared:

Now it's my turn to ask.

Why do you lurk around my great master? Is this the will of the God of Knowledge? Or the true Creator? Or a hidden sage?
  Renekton brushed off a series of words that appeared on his face and said in a very calm tone:

"Here are four questions for you."

At the bottom of the mirror, a new line of words appeared:
  "You can just answer the first question."

"I hope he can become the new Lord of Mysteries."

When Arrods' question came up, Renekton immediately answered it.

"correct answer."

There is a picture of fireworks exploding behind the word. I don’t know where Arrods picked it out.

On the mirror, lines of new words appeared again:
  "The people from the Heart of Machinery came to see me again. This communication ends here."

After the sentence appeared completely for a moment, it quickly disappeared. The mirror returned to its normal appearance, reflecting Renekton's figure again, and the light in the room became a little brighter.

"Running pretty fast."

Renekton looked at the mirror in front of him and groaned, then put the mirror back and hung it on the wall.

After testing Arrodes's attitude toward him and learning about the progress of the Heart of Machine's investigation, Renekton stretched his body with satisfaction and prepared to go to the utility room to get some materials and arrange a ceremony.

Bugs Bunny looked at the mirror hung back on the wall with curiosity and said:

"Boss, what was that thing connected to this mirror just now?"

"Mirror Arrodes, a mirror with a bad character."    "But it knows a lot of things, and it seems to have partial omniscience authority or ability."

Renekton explained to his rabbit.

I glanced at the eager expression on Bugs Bunny's face and reminded him:
  "This mirror's hobby is to make people who ask questions about it die in front of others. You'd better not try it easily."

"Can't Rabbit do it too?" Bugs Bunny asked sincerely.

"Not even rabbits," Renekton replied angrily.

Bugs Bunny left the room with his crow brother with a disappointed look on his face, but Renekton saw a look of curiosity in the eyes of the crow Anu, maybe he would find time to try to summon Arrodes.

After collecting the required materials from the utility room, he quickly arranged a ceremony and sent the biotoxin bottle to the library through the ceremony.

Renekton then closed his eyes and meditated, sketching the appearance of the circle in his mind. Through the connection between the circle and the library, he came to the library deep in the spiritual world.

In the library, Mr. Huang casually looked through an old book without a cover.

Renekton stepped forward and said hello to Mr. Huang:

"Good morning, Mr. Huang."

"Well, there have been some fluctuations in your destiny. Please pay attention to the coincidences you encounter and the unreasonable decisions you make."

"Some small accidents can turn into big troubles if they accumulate too much."

Mr. Huang nodded slightly, responded in a calm tone, and then reminded him again.

"Huh?" Renekton was stunned for a moment, and then he understood the meaning of Mr. Huang's words.

I thought about my recent experiences in my mind, but found no traces that might have been arranged by 0-08 or Adam, so I had to look at Mr. Huang with doubts.

Mr. Huang put down the book he was holding and explained in a more serious tone:
  "Perhaps your inadvertent actions provoked the pen, but its ability to write scripts is very average. As long as you pay a little attention, you should be able to find something wrong."

Renekton nodded slightly, but in his heart he was wondering where he had provoked that pen.

After thinking for a long time, but still unable to come up with any clues, Renekton simply gave up and continued to think about this issue.

He went to the pile of debris in the corner and found the biotoxin bottle that he had just loosened.

He returned to Mr. Huang, handed over the biotoxin bottle in his hand and said:

"Mr. Huang, can you crush this magical item and pour the extracted properties into the statue of the Plague Doctor?"

Mr. Huang stared at Renekton silently before taking the biotoxin bottle.

Just briefly looking at the glass bottle in his hand, Mr. Huang's right hand holding the biotoxin bottle was slightly stronger.

Bang! With a sound, the biotoxin bottle was crushed to pieces by Mr. Huang. Dots of light quickly precipitated out and then aggregated to form a translucent fuzzy light group.

Renekton glanced at the glass fragments on the ground before he could speak.

Mr. Huang directly threw the blurry translucent light ball in his hand at the statue of the plague doctor placed at the door of the library.

The translucent light group carried a little bit of fluorescence and crashed directly into the statue of the Plague Doctor. The precipitated properties seemed to find a suitable carrier and quickly penetrated into the statue of the Plague Doctor.

After a while, the statue of the Plague Doctor gained some less prominent colors, and the metal beak mask on its face seemed to be colder.

"Don't even think about infusing it with the characteristics of the Pain Witch. A virus that doesn't distinguish between friend and foe will make it lose its use value."

Mr. Huang's voice sounded uneven.

"I understand." Renekton had no doubt that this was a knock on himself, and he immediately nodded in response.

A light blue object carrying an icy cold air fell into his hand. Renekton felt as if a piece of extremely cold ice was suddenly stuffed into his hand, and he hurriedly tossed it back and forth between his two hands. Fly to relieve the cold stinging sensation on your hands.

A bright star appeared, wrapping the light blue thing. The starlight instantly condensed, creating a transparent amber, isolating it from itself.

Renekton held the transparent amber in his hand and looked at the things inside with great curiosity through a layer of transparent amber.

It was still a ball of light blue gorgeous gems, with a thin layer of ice crystals on the surface, and the constant overflowing cold air, which was covered with strange runes.

Renekton turned his doubtful eyes to Mr. Huang.

"This is a collection of various frost-like characteristics, such as the frost of living corpses and the frost of witches."

"This is something I collected a long time ago. Although it is of no use, it is still pretty."

"You can use it as raw materials to make some magical items that are a little bit more normal."

When Mr. Huang explained, he also glanced at the statue of the plague doctor at the entrance of the library.

Renekton instantly understood that he really disliked the figures he had made before.

Then he made a sincere and serious assurance:

"No problem, I promise this time it won't be the same as the last few times."

(End of this chapter)