Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 573 Amon is coming
Leonard glanced sideways at Renekton beside him, opened his mouth, and what came out was Pales' old voice:
"What do you mean?"

Renekton looked at Leonard, who looked serious for a moment, opened his mouth, and spat out the words one by one:
"It means Amon is here."

Leonard was stunned for a moment, and said to himself in a panicked voice:

"Old man, what should I do? Go to the Southern Continent, or stay in the church for a while?"

Pales did not answer Leonard's question, took over control of his body, and continued to ask:

"How did you know?"

Renekton turned around and looked at the towering St. Samuel's Church behind him, and said calmly:

"I just went to the Harvest Church and got some hints there. Then I searched around Backlund and didn't even see a monocle."

"Hei Ye moves very quickly. She has already made arrangements for you before I even come over."

"Arrangement? Are you saying that the actions in the Southern Continent were specially arranged by the goddess to allow me to avoid Amon?" Leonard looked at Renekton, his tone a little hesitant.

"Before going to the Southern Continent, you'd better not leave St. Samuel's Church. Under the gaze of the dark night, Amon's clone will not easily approach here, at least not openly."

"Amon should be here to find Palles. This is the last 'Insect of Time' characteristic he needs. His body is inconvenient to come to Backlund, but if traces of you are found here, I think he You probably don’t mind taking risks either.”

"In a big city like Backlund, Amon will definitely leave several clones to collect information in case of emergencies. If all his clones disappear, then he must be hiding himself and arranging some plans. ”

"You two, see you in the southern continent,"

Leonard took a deep breath, nodded solemnly and said, "I understand."

Renekton raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he thought of something, and sighed in a low voice:
"Oh, I probably know what you will encounter in the Southern Continent."

Amon? Why did he come to Backlund? Just as doubts arose in Klein's heart, he heard Renekton's subsequent words:

After a two-second pause, he started talking to himself again:

In the crimson light, Renekton's voice came out somewhat erratically:
"Have you forgotten where the honorable name 'The Fool' first came from?"

Aurora Society. What is his relationship with Aurora Society? It's impossible. The 'True Creator' and Amon have reached some kind of tacit understanding?
Thinking of this, Klein's expression gradually became serious. "The True Creator" was originally born from the corpse of the "Ancient Sun God" and is His successor. As the child of the "Ancient Sun God", Amon can obtain Him. It's normal for me to help. Damn it, why are all the people who have a grudge against me a family member?

"Amon is here in Backlund. You'd better find a suitable reason to leave here. If you can't find a suitable reason, you can try praying to the night and she will arrange it."

After the words fell, Pales fell silent again. Leonard called the old man twice in his heart. Seeing that he didn't get any response, he quickly collected his emotions and turned around and walked towards the church.

"What does he mean?" Leonard asked the old man in his body with some confusion.

Pales snorted coldly and said calmly:
"Humph, it means that if you make more preparations, your trip to the Southern Continent will not be peaceful."

"Okay, in order to prevent Amon from being noticed in the past few days, I will enter a deeper sleep. You don't want to scream like an old man all day long. If there happens to be Amon's clone next to you, just wait to wear it. A monocle."

Klein was silent for two seconds, and then asked hesitantly: "Why did he think he could find traces of me in Backlund?"

Above the gray mist, Klein sat on the high-backed chair belonging to The Fool, spreading his spirituality to touch the crimson star belonging to Renekton.

While speaking, his body quickly disintegrated, disintegrating bit by bit into a complex and pure knowledge, surging into the spiritual world.

"You can come to the Southern Continent. There will be harvests here that you didn't expect."

Crimson light surged like a tide, and soon images and sounds emerged:

As soon as he finished speaking, Pales mocked unceremoniously:
"Haha, you think too highly of yourself. You are just passing by. Moreover, when you go to the Southern Continent, there must be something that requires your participation. Hei Ye will not be so kind to help."

Taking a deep breath, he quickly sorted out his emotions and said calmly:

"I know, I will find a suitable opportunity to go to the Southern Continent."

On the outskirts of Backlund, Renekton looked at the gray fog that quickly dissipated in his field of vision, raised the corners of his lips, and whispered to himself:
"Amon's early arrival disrupted their plans. In order to make everything go smoothly, there will definitely be changes on the Southern Continent."

"Oh, it's going to get lively."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body instantly became blurred, decomposed into streams of complex knowledge, and turned into a pure information flow creature, surging forward like a torrent.

In the southern continent, at the mouth of the northern part of the Pass Valley, close to Uttar Pradesh, countless complex and pure knowledge surged out from the spiritual world, gathered on a sailboat reflecting the golden light in the port, and reorganized Renekton's body. .

As soon as his figure appeared on the deck of the "Golden Dream", a faint blue "door" instantly appeared out of thin air in front of him. Edwina, wearing a beige jacket with a tight waist and a dark knee-length skirt, emerged from the Walk out of the "door". Renekton's eyes swept over Edwina, and his eyes stayed on the dark brown parchment book in her hand for two seconds, and then he chuckled;

"Good morning, ma'am."

Edwina nodded gently and said in a calm voice:

"Good morning, Mr. Tynes, I have asked the crew to move the food you need to the warehouse at the port. You can go directly to the warehouse manager to pick up the goods."

"Thank you for your help." Renekton nodded slightly and saluted the other party.

While the two were talking, Danitz, wearing a black cloak, also appeared on the deck. Before he even got close, his voice came over:

"Captain, isn't that guy Jordan working as a teacher in school? Why did he suddenly return to the ship?"

"That"

Daniz opened his mouth, then suddenly froze on the spot. He scratched his head in confusion and said, "Hey, what do I want to say?"

After being stunned for two seconds, he looked at Edwina and wanted to say something more. When the words came to his lips, he forgot what he wanted to say again.

Renekton glanced towards the cabin near the deck, where he saw Jordson smiling proudly.

"Are you already a 'Dream Stealer'?" He whispered to himself, then turned to look at Daniz who was still confused, and chuckled:

"Shouldn't you be in contact with the local resistance forces on the Rhoside Islands?"

"How do you know?" Daniz asked in shock, and then nodded as if he understood:

"I'm just providing them with some necessary supplies. I'm not joining them. I'm still the fourth boatswain of the Golden Dream."

Behind him, Jordan came out of the cabin and said as he walked:
"You're right. I'm just helping out with some work in the Pas Valley. I'm still your third mate. Isn't it normal for me to appear in bed?"

Seeing more and more crew members gathering on the deck, Renekton raised his eyebrows slightly. He felt that everyone on the ship except Edwina was wary and defensive about him.

Why are you suddenly hostile to me? Because I asked Edwina to give them a few more classes per week? As his thoughts turned, he turned to look at Edwina, pointed at the parchment book in her hand and said:

"If you find a way to complete the ritual, you can come to me. I can help you crush it and recover its properties."

"I will, thank you for your help." Edwina nodded gently.

After a few brief exchanges, Renekton looked at the crew members who were about to surround him, sighed slightly, saluted and said goodbye to Edwina, and then his body instantly disappeared, breaking down into streams of information, penetrating The bodies of the surrounding crew members were rushing towards the warehouse in the port.

He quickly found the warehouse manager here, and after proving his identity to the other party, he opened the warehouse where Edwina stored the grain.

Randomly finding a reason to send away the warehouse manager who was eager to introduce the transport fleet to him, Renekton clapped his hands and summoned an invisible servant holding a material box.

Taking the suitcase from the invisible servant, he skillfully arranged the sacrificial ceremony. Through the illusory sacrificial door, he transferred all the food in the warehouse to the gray mist, and then arranged it from the little sun to accept the gift. Ritual to remove it.

After doing all this, Renekton looked at the closed warehouse door in front of him and breathed a sigh of relief:

"This should be the last batch of food for Silver City. Frank's new variety of mushrooms is close to success, so there won't be such trouble in the future."

While sighing, his body disintegrated little by little, breaking into streams of information and rushing into the spiritual world.

On the south bank of the Pas River Valley, the city of Innisnis, where the Steam Church originally preached, has become the headquarters of the Protestant Church after the official forces of Intis were expelled.

Renekton's figure quietly appeared on the street. He looked around with curiosity. It wasn't that long since he last came here, but the city had changed quite a lot.

The streets became clean and tidy, and the old houses were repaired. The sound of bicycles jingled incessantly. The expressions of pedestrians on the streets became richer. Renekton could clearly feel the energy emanating from them. Confusion and excitement.

As he moved around, pieces of debris like light spots fell from his body. Each piece of debris was a flow of information. They flowed freely in the city, recording the surrounding information.

In this state, he seemed to be able to peer into the city's past and future through the long river of time. He could see things flowing quietly in every corner of the city, and bursting out from every tiny thing that made up the city. The light is not brilliant, not pure, and has no color.

Countless images are floating in this light. It looks very thin, but it gives people an extremely heavy feeling, as if it carries a scroll of time and civilization.

Renekton's eyes followed the direction of the flow of light and looked higher. Suddenly, the sounds of steam engines, gears and whistles rang in his ears. The strong light and shadow flowed, outlining symbols such as steam, gears and levers. An extremely thick and attractive figure is gradually outlined.

(End of this chapter)