Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 682 Ceremony
If it weren't for Frank's extraordinary imagination and execution, his talent in the path of "tiller" would be really good. Fortunately, he currently has no intention of continuing to be promoted, otherwise I would have to consider whether to let him continue to stay on the "Future" for the safety of the crew and the ship.

If he becomes a "classical alchemist" one day, perhaps in the future when the crew of the "Star Pirates" vote, more than one mushroom will cast a solemn vote.

After restraining the thoughts that kept wandering in her mind, Cattleya chatted with Frank for a while before turning back to her captain's room.

In the enclosed space at the bottom of the round tower in the City of Silver, Colin Iliad, the chief of the six-member council, stood in front of the altar that had been prepared long ago.

On the altar, the remains of six powerful creatures that he had hunted were placed in the correct position and order, including demigod-level artificial vampires, demons and other creatures.

These were all the monsters in the darkness that he had hunted over the years. The special environment of the City of Silver made the first half of the ritual extremely simple. He didn't even need to hunt a few monsters separately. He only needed to select six from the remains of the monsters he had hunted before.

Behind him, half of the six-member council gathered here, staying a hundred meters away, restraining their breath, and looking intently and nervously at Colin Iliad who was preparing to perform the ceremony.

Standing in front of the complex altar he had personally arranged, Colin Iliad let out a long breath and whispered the honorific name of “The Fool” in Giant language:

"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck."

As the words of prayer fell, above the gray fog, Klein, who had been prepared for a long time, extended his spiritual power to touch the newly appeared crimson star.

He held the Fool card in his right hand and reached out to summon a crudely cut paper figure from the pile of debris in the corner of the hall. He pried the power of Sefirah Castle above the gray fog, poured it into the paper figure, and shook it out.

The paper man expanded and twisted rapidly in mid-air, transforming into a mysterious angel with twelve pairs of gray-white wings and a hooded black robe, and sank into the crimson star representing Colin Iliad.

After doing all this, he reached out and picked up the Poseidon Scepter on the table. Using this magical item, he made the surrounding gray fog surge violently, showing an aura of extremely high status and level, and connected to the stars that were shining with crimson light, showing the image of "The Fool" to the eyes of the chief of the Silver City Six-member Council.

After doing all this, Klein let out a long sigh and sat back in the high-backed chair that belonged to The Fool. He sighed:
"This is more tiring than fighting. It's all for the sake of maintaining Mr. Fool's image."

At the bottom of the round tower, Colin Iliad, who was holding a ceremony, suddenly saw endless gray fog pouring out from the void.

A tall figure that is difficult to describe in detail, as if looking down on all living beings and the world, stands in the thick gray fog. It is difficult to see clearly, but people can feel the majestic aura emanating from him, just like the darkness outside the Silver City, which never ends.

He could feel a pair of eyes cast upon him from an indescribable distance, and vaguely saw that he seemed to be surrounded, embraced, and blessed by the gray fog.

"Praise you, merciful Mr. Fool!"

Colin Iliad quickly came back to his senses, gathered his thoughts, saluted solemnly, then took out the ingredients he had prepared long ago and mixed them into a bottle of silver-white potion. He took a deep breath and drank it in one gulp.

At this moment, behind Colin Iliad, the six elders of the Silver City Council who served as a safety guarantee all held their breath.

If the chief's promotion is successful, they will have the opportunity to become "Silver Knights" in the future, and Silver City will have a greater chance of finding a way out of this dark land.

Time passed minute by minute. After an unknown amount of time, Colin Iliad, who was standing on the altar, moved.

The next second, his entire body melted and turned into a pool of flowing silver liquid metal. It quickly moved to the side of the six-member council elders. The sticky and heavy mercury surged quickly, reconstructing Colin Iliad's body.

He looked at the people in front of him who were alert and hesitant, chuckled and nodded, "I am already the 'Silver Knight'."

The six elders of the council were silent for a second, and then they all smiled sincerely from the bottom of their hearts.

Above the gray fog, Klein, who had been watching this scene, nodded and cut off the image of the deep red light.

He took a long breath, leaned back in his chair, and said to himself:
"With the 'Silver Knight', the City of Silver should begin exploring the Giant King's Court soon."

"When the time comes, let Little Sun pray to me in advance, so that I can observe the live broadcast throughout the whole process. If necessary, I can also help them, uh, if I have time."

"The situation in Loen is getting worse and worse. On the battlefield in the southern continent, the 'Storm Lord' was accidentally injured. Feysac will definitely increase the force of the invasion. The pressure on the Goddess has suddenly increased. It is not convenient for Him to intervene in reality now. The battlefield may soon be compressed into Loen."

"Sometimes, it may not be your opponent who defeats you, but your teammates who are not good enough. The goddess has such a teammate right now."

He sighed a few times and was about to leave the gray fog when the crimson star representing Renekton expanded and contracted, creating circles of crimson ripples. Klein's eyelids twitched, and he felt that he would receive some surprises.

Taking a deep breath, he extended his spirituality to touch the crimson star.

The next second, waves of complex information formed a virtual torrent and gushed out, rushing wildly in the palace above the gray fog.

Klein's face darkened. He stretched out his hand and grasped in mid-air. The invisible information was pinched by him and could no longer flow. Then he pried the power of the "Source Castle" above the gray fog and cleverly restored the information to normal.

Soon, a large pile of dark and shriveled mushrooms were piled on the mottled bronze table. He had already mastered the types of these mushrooms, their different effects and other information.

"This information capability is quite powerful. It can also forge normal information and spread it along established or existing connections. The spiritual line should also be a kind of connection and can be invaded."

"We need to be alert to this extraordinary capability in the future. This kind of information attack is difficult to detect and prevent."

After muttering to himself, he turned his gaze back to the pile of mushrooms on the table. Apart from admiring Frank's execution ability, he didn't know what to sigh about.

"At least, these mushrooms are still very necessary for the magical Silver City."

"With the outbreak of the war, supplies such as food also began to be controlled and affected. If it weren't for the Mother Earth Church, the White Tower and the Hermit might have already stopped providing food to Silver City."

As he sighed, he threw the information about these mushrooms into the crimson star representing Derrick, the "Sun".

“Perhaps mushrooms will become one of the pillar industries of the southern continent in the future.”

After whispering something in a strange tone, Klein's figure quickly became transparent and disappeared into the ancient and magnificent palace above the gray fog.

At the Port of Orleston on the north shore of the Pas River Valley, the captain's cabin of the Dawn is still moored at the dock.

The crimson moonlight poured down, covering the entire captain's room. Renekton and Russell stood in front of a full-length mirror standing in the corner of the wall, staring calmly at the mirror in front of them.

After a moment of silence, Russell said doubtfully:
"You simulated the effect of a full moon and then used the mirror to contact Mr. Men. You are quite skilled at this. I remember that I didn't describe the method of contacting Mr. Men in my diary, right?"

"This part of knowledge is not secret. It won't be difficult to find it if I want to."

Renekton gave a simple explanation, but Roselle didn't quite believe it:
"Don't fool me. I was once the 'Knowledge Emperor', so I am familiar with these things. The abilities you have shown in certain areas have surpassed the category of the Knowledge Emperor."

Renekton did not continue this topic. He stretched out his hand and grasped in the air. Some information emerged out of thin air, quickly gathered in his hand, and transformed into a drop of bright red blood.

Russell smacked his lips and said in a strange tone:

"For example, the ability to transform illusory knowledge into real and effective things, I couldn't do it when I was the 'Knowledge Emperor', unless it was actually a real thing that was transformed into information flow."

"If you envy me, you can return to this path. I can give you this ability as well."

Renekton turned his head to look at Roselle beside him and suggested in a very sincere tone.

Russell snorted disdainfully and said, "Do you think I would choose a sequence without a resurrection armor?"

Renekton shrugged and stopped talking nonsense with Roselle. With his current sequence, this ability to make information into entities was similar to the historical projection of the "ancient scholars" and could not be maintained all the time.

He smeared the drop of red blood in his hand, which was transformed from pure information, onto the mirror in front of him, drawing a layered illusory symbol of a door, and at the same time, he whispered the honorific name of Mr. Men:
"The Great Gate of All Doors, the Guide to the Endless Starry Sky, the Key to All Mysterious Worlds"

The full-length mirror leaning against the corner of the wall suddenly became dark, as if there were countless dim and dark "doors" overlapping each other inside, opening a passage leading to the depths of darkness and storm.

A faint blue light flowed out from the inside of the full-length mirror, outlining one door after another, as if countless invisible and indescribable dangerous things were growing from it.

(End of this chapter)