Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 684 The ceremony begins

Klein took off the half-high silk hat on his head, pressed it to his chest and saluted:

"Good afternoon, Ms. Arianna."

"Good afternoon." Arianna responded with a slight nod, and then stopped talking.

Klein nodded awkwardly. He couldn't explain that he just wanted to test the ability of the "Ancient Scholar", so he had to change the topic to the war between Feysac and Loen.

"Madam, is the battlefield in the Amanda Mountains fierce? Can the church resist the attack from Feysac?"

Arianna nodded slightly, and her calm, deep, dark eyes showed some rare emotion as she said:
"It's very intense. The injury of the 'Storm Lord' has boosted the morale of Feysac. The Patriarch Larion of the 'God of War' Church has crossed the Minsk Mountains with a Level 0 seal and entered the battlefield here. I and the other archbishops of the cathedral are doing our best to resist."

Klein nodded silently. His mood suddenly became heavier. After two seconds of silence, he continued to ask:

"If I summon your historical projection during the ceremony to stop George III's apotheosis, will it interfere with the battlefield in the Amanda Mountains?"

Arianna shook her head slightly and said:
"No, I am the follower of 'Secret'. My disappearance for a short period of time will only make the demigods and angels of the 'God of War' Church and the Feysac military alert and dare not act rashly."

As soon as He finished speaking, waves of information suddenly emerged from the basement out of nowhere. They descended in an illusory manner and gathered into a terrifyingly complex torrent of information, which quickly gathered and reorganized into the figure of Renekton.

He glanced at Arianna and Klein who were talking, nodded to them, and smiled:
"I was a little curious, so I tried to wander in the mist of history using my identity as a historical projection."

"You can also enter the mist of history?" Klein asked in surprise.

Renekton nodded and chuckled:
"Civilization is the accumulation of thousands or tens of thousands of years by generations of human beings. Isn't it normal that I can have a certain degree of control over history?"

"Of course, I can't just run into the mists of history like you 'ancient scholars'. I have to rely on certain connections."

As soon as he finished speaking, he directly displayed the locations and entry methods of the nine secret ruins of Alistair Tudor that he had obtained from Mr. Men.

“You.” Klein opened his mouth and swallowed the question back.

"I found one of the builders of those mausoleums and got this information from him."

After a brief explanation, Renekton turned his head to look at Klein and continued:

"Before entering the mausoleum, remember to summon my historical projection. I can skip those complicated steps and directly open the doors of those secret mausoleums."

"By the way, there is a sequence in 'Thief' called 'Cryptologist'."

As soon as he finished speaking, Renekton withdrew his own consciousness that was transmitted through him. The eyes of this historical projection instantly became blank and lifeless, and the aura on his body also decreased a lot, leaving only some strength and characteristics.

"Cryptologist?" Klein whispered in confusion, then lifted the maintenance of Renekton's historical projection and looked at Arianna's historical projection.

Arianna was silent for two seconds before she replied:

"He probably meant for you to be careful of Amon. He is the thief who is closest to a 'mistake' and the most powerful 'decryption scholar' in the world. If the goddess is not convenient to descend, He may find you through some subtle traces, or even directly decipher your honorable name and locate you."

Klein nodded in surprise. He planned to give up the three names he had originally thought of and think of a new one, or just give up. He already had the nickname "The Fool".

Nas, the "White City", is the capital of the Gargas Islands, located in the middle of the Sonia Sea, in the Sea of ​​White Whale.

Wave after wave of complex and pure information surged out from the void, quickly converging and drilling into a clock tower at the highest point of the city.

Inside the gray-white clock tower is a small but fairly well-decorated cottage.

In front of the wooden-framed window that creaked in the wind, sat an old man with dark golden hair and beard, very smooth skin without a single wrinkle. He was none other than Angerweed, the "Dragon of Imagination" who had returned from the ancient dragon Erihog!

Renekton looked at the ancient dragon who had fled to the Sonia Sea to avoid the true creator and stay away from the war between the North and South continents, and spoke calmly:

"It seems that some dragon worship customs have begun to emerge in this city. Aren't you worried that this will attract the attention of the 'God of War'?"

Angerwede had a warm face and a smile on his face. He spoke like an ordinary, somewhat nagging old man:

"The spiritual world hides too many secrets. Although I am no longer the 'Dragon of Imagination', I can still see some deeply buried things with the help of some relics from the past."

"The war between Feysac and Loen has made the 'God of War' not interested in these little things on the sea, and after the war is over..." Having said this, Angelweide paused, and said with a slight smile on his face:

"Do you really think that the eldest son of the Giant King can maintain his current advantage and defeat the Goddess of Night?"

"Even though the Second Age has passed for so long, I still hate those one-eyed giants. They are impulsive, reckless, stubborn, and mean."

"Putting aside these personal feelings, 'Dark Night' is one of the few gods that I cannot fully understand. More importantly, if this war has really reached a critical point, why didn't 'Dark Night' seek help from the other five gods, or from you, the 'True Creator'?"

"All this shows that the current situation is within His expectations and has not deviated from His plan."

"Those reckless giants will eventually pay the price for their arrogance, just like Olmir once did."

"I can tell that there is a deep personal grudge between you and the Giant King." Renekton sighed casually.

Angerweed did not refute, but seemed to have found someone to vent his inner emotions to, and continued:
"Although I don't want to admit it, I was in a stalemate with that stupid and short-sighted giant for nearly half an era, until the 'Ancient Sun God' appeared. His short-sightedness led to the fall of the 'Elf King' and the subsequent defeat of all the ancient gods."

Are the ancient gods so talkative now that they are not crazy? You are not like an "audience" at all, or is the current "audience" approach actually more influenced by Adam?
As the thought floated in his mind, Renekton stretched out his right hand and grabbed out of thin air a ball of illusory light condensed from pure information.

The light quickly condensed and turned into a badge surrounded by stars and guarding an eye.

Under Renekton's control, the badge flew directly to the wooden windowsill in front of Angerwede, and said:

"I have a relatively safe channel here where you can get anchors, and it's very suitable for writers. I wonder if you are interested?"

"'Writer' for that? You need someone to help you weave your story?"

When Renekton thought the other party would refuse, Angerweed picked up the badge and sighed:

"I don't think I have any reason to refuse. The True Creator is too powerful. The Storm Lord will be like the Elf King in the past. He will be the first to have his authority taken back by Him, followed by the Sun and the Omniscient."

"For someone like me who cannot possibly seek refuge with Him, but is under His control, I can only find a solid enough umbrella to protect myself."

Renekton nodded noncommittally, then changed the subject:

"You can make bigger moves in the Gargas Islands. The injury of the 'Storm Lord' has intensified the war between Feysac and Loen. No one will take care of things here now."

As the words fell, Renekton's figure became blurred, decomposing into streams of pure and complex information, surging towards the distance.

Angerwede's pale golden pupils shrank, almost turning into vertical pupils, and he whispered to himself in a low voice:

"The move could be bigger. It seems that this 'Knowledge Emperor' is not satisfied with the Southern Continent and wants to occupy the Gargas Islands and even the White Whale Sea."

"He is very sure that the eldest son of the Giant King will fail in his fight with the Goddess of Night, and may even fall. I don't know what kind of trap it will be."

On Saturday morning, the sky over Backlund was already gray and foggy, just like the mood of the people here at the moment.

There were many pedestrians on the streets of Backlund today. Some of them were going to collect relief food, while others were going to attend King George III's speech, which was aimed at the war, conveyed beliefs, and mobilized the people. It was also a part of the "Black Emperor" ceremony.

As more and more citizens poured into the town square, it became more and more crowded.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the voice of King George III was heard on the radio set up in the town square. Through radio technology, it was transmitted to every corner of Loen and to the ears of every citizen.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am your emperor, the ruler of Loen, East Balam, and the Rorsted Archipelago, George Augustus III."

While George III was giving his speech, relying on the historical projection pulled out by Klein, Renekton transformed himself into a torrent of information and quickly rushed to Eastchester County, where there was a secret mausoleum belonging to Alistair Tudor.

One after another, green vines fell from the sky, and Bernadette's figure soon emerged. She stared calmly at the cliff in front of her, and a deep lavender flashed in her eyes.

Under the gaze of the "Eye of Prying Mysteries", this cliff wall has become ordinary, with nothing unusual revealed.

"The hidden power" Bernadette whispered to herself and turned her head to look at the open space beside her.

(End of this chapter)