Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 675 Monday
Restraining his increasingly drifting thoughts, Roselle briefly looked at the silver-white paper with the "Hand of Order" characteristic evolution in his hand, threw it to Renekton and said:
"Help me turn it into a magical item. It would be best if it could be installed directly on this mechanical doll."

"This is another price." Renekton took it expressionlessly, without giving Russell a chance to reply, he continued:

"Feysac attacked Backlund. It is foreseeable that George III will take this opportunity to declare war on Feysac and push the war further."

"It's not easy to be the 'Black Emperor'." Roselle sneered, and then asked anxiously: "Speaking of this, when are you going to help me revive?"

Renekton answered without hesitation: "Of course, when I go to war with Steam, you are my most successful secret weapon."

"You want me to backstab Him at the most critical moment?" Russell asked back, then shook his head.

"This is not easy. The resurrection of the Black Emperor is very noisy. Even if we speed up the process, it will not be completed in an instant."

"So, you intend to use my resurrection to force Him to wage a divine war against you. Are you sure?"

"I am also not sure what choice Steam will make. Everything is uncertain before things actually happen. It would be interesting if He and Eternal Blazing Sun swapped opponents."

Renekton shook his head and responded in a very calm tone.

As he spoke, he disintegrated the silver-white paper in his hand into countless pale golden spots of light that wandered in the air, outlining one word after another made up of strange symbols, as if compiling a strict and tight law.

After reaching a certain limit, these strange golden words surged like water and slowly flowed into the body of Roselle, the mechanical doll.

Following closely behind were one bright star after another, which connected with each other to form a pattern of eyes, slowly shining on Russell and then disappearing.

After doing all this, Renekton said calmly:

"This is only effective temporarily. The seal needs to be strengthened and parts replaced regularly. Your mechanical puppet body and your mental state are not strong enough to withstand the characteristics of the 'Hand of Order', especially with a lamp god by your side."

"The Lamp Spirit? Huh. Is that guy really related to the two paths of 'Judge'?"

After a pause, Russell continued:

"I've long felt that the aura of that guy is somewhat familiar, but the effect of the Wishing Lamp is to fulfill other people's wishes, which is a bit intriguing."

"Although the 'Black Emperor' can do similar things to a certain extent by relying on his ability to distort and disrupt the rules, the act of making a wish always reminds people of the 'Miracle Master'."

"Oh, I think I understand something."

"Now that you understand, stay away from that lamp. Be careful not to be polluted unknowingly."

After warning Russell, Renekton turned around and prepared to leave the Dawn.

"Wait a moment, there is something I need to give you." Russell called out to Renekton.

He turned back with some curiosity and looked at Roselle, and saw that the other party raised his hand and took out a golden box from the void. It was a box that Renekton was familiar with. Bernadette had used it to store the Pale Death before.

Under his watchful eyes, Roselle opened the golden box and took out a silver-white mask with white feathers on the side as decoration. He handed it to Renekton and said:

"Honestly, your aesthetic taste is really not that good, but since you helped me get a copy of the 'Hand of Order' feature, in return, this mask belongs to you. It won't be long before the one who is being promoted to 'Death Archon' can move towards 'Pale Emperor'."

"Of course, the treaty he promised before is still valid."

Renekton nodded, took the silver mask, and said casually:

"I asked Bernadette to help me pick up some people from Backlund. At her speed, she should be arriving here soon. You'd better leave the Dawn first to avoid a head-on collision with the Wishing Lamp. Otherwise, the genie will think I've deceived him, and it will be difficult to cooperate with him in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body instantly became ethereal and decomposed into streams of information, and the "Dawn" rushed out from the windows, walls, ceiling and other places.

On the street outside the Port of Orleston Pier, a seabird flew over Rekton's head very conspicuously, with a very obvious dark circle on its right eye.

"This guy, instead of preparing for his own ceremony, is actively active on battlefields everywhere. I don't know what he is planning."

With a low sigh, Renekton turned and walked towards the Church of Knowledge on the other side of the square.

Above the gray-white fog that spread to no end, inside the magnificent and ancient palace that seemed like the abode of gods, Renekton, Klein, and Azik sat in their respective chairs, talking in deep voices about the war.

"Fenetort has also joined the war. The 'Mother Goddess of the Earth' finally chose to help the 'God of War'. Renburg, Masi, Segar and other places have all been attacked by Fenetort." "Things happened so fast that people almost ignored the war between Intis and the Southern Continent."

Klein spoke with great emotion about the information he had gathered, his expression quite complicated.

Azik nodded without much expression and followed Klein's words to explain:
"'Mother Earth' and 'God of War' are mother and son. Although they sometimes don't seem to be that familiar and tacit, this is normal for the gods, especially since 'Mother Earth' still controls the 'mother' path."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Renekton and asked sincerely:

"I have basically stabilized my condition. Does the war between the Southern Continent and Intis require some additional assistance?"

Renekton shook his head and said:

"Not for now. Intis's army is blocked on the coastline. Without the assistance of the Storm Church, it will be difficult for them to land."

Klein coughed lightly and looked at Azik calmly.
"Mr. Azik, I may need some assistance later, but I don't necessarily need you to be there in person. By that time, I should have been promoted to Sequence 3 'Ancient Scholar' and could summon your historical projection."

Relying on his previous gains in the "Ghost Empire", he has exchanged two Flocculated Hearts of the Mist Wolf with the Goddess of Night in exchange for sacrifice.

I kind of understand the name "Langmie". Even for the Orthodox Church, sequence three level potion materials are quite precious. The goddess gave me two without any doubt or hesitation. Even though I exchanged them for things of equal value, the church didn't have much demand for things from the "Judge" path.

As his thoughts were floating, he heard Azik's response:

"No problem. I will seek the help of 'Secret' when the time comes to awaken my self-consciousness in the historical projection."

The three of them briefly discussed the topic of war. Klein looked at his pocket watch. When the time reached three o'clock in the afternoon, he contacted all the Tarot Club members through the Crimson Star.

Deep red light rose up and quickly solidified into blurry figures on both sides of the long bronze table.

As the crimson light rose, the figures of Renekton and Azik became blurred one after another, and the gloomy and restrained figure of "The World" appeared at the bottom of the mottled long table.

Audrey, the Justice, was still the first to stand up. She lifted her skirt slightly and saluted the Fool at the top.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."

The sudden outbreak of war in Loen made it impossible for her to be as relaxed and happy as before. Her voice of greeting was still respectful, but it seemed much calmer.

Everyone stood up and saluted, nodded to each other, and then took their seats. Everyone noticed that Mr. "Death", who had not attended the Tarot Club for a long time, also showed up today.

Mr. Death's state seemed to be different from before, mainly in terms of temperament. He looked more stern and more like a noble and indifferent superior. "Justice" Audrey instinctively interpreted it in her mind.

Another newcomer? But he acted too calm, not like a newcomer at all. "Star" Leonard sighed curiously in his heart. "Judgement" Xio was just as curious as him. Because she had been absent from the Tarot Club for a long time, Fors had not introduced this "Death God" to her before.

Klein the Fool looked around and saw that no one had Roselle's diary or anything else to explain first, so he spoke directly:

"You guys start."

As soon as he finished speaking, the “magician” Fors, who had been acting a little nervous, raised his hand, as if he had made a great decision, and said:

"Everyone, I have a commission. It is relatively dangerous and involves demigods. There may even be the attention of great beings."

"Which church or hidden organization's demigod do you want to hunt?"

"The Aurora Society or the Gnosis Society? Or, the Tamara family? They are the only demigods with the 'apprentice' path."

"Chariot" Anderson responded almost without interruption. He was somewhat interested in Miss "Magician's" mission, but was more curious than wanting to take the mission. He couldn't even catch a glimpse of the shadow of an "apprentice" who came and went freely and was a demigod.

Magician Fors was slightly stunned. She did not expect that Mr. Chariot could so easily guess the commission she wanted to issue.

She laughed somewhat helplessly, and then continued:

"The Aurora Society is now the new religion in the southern continent. The target of my commission is the 'Secret Saint' Butis."

As she spoke, she looked at Renekton cautiously, somewhat afraid that after the Tarot meeting was over, this powerful and mysterious Mr. "White Tower" would appear directly in front of her.

(End of this chapter)