Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 698: Traces of the Dark Wolf

"It's comfortable to have an old man with me. Even when digesting the potion, there's someone to help me figure out a way."

After mumbling a few words to himself, Renekton reached out and wiped the letter paper. The words on it floated up spontaneously and turned into a three-part honorific name:
"The patron saint of knowledge and mystery, the ferryman of all death, the great Prak Eggers."

He casually threw the letter into the spirit world. Under the influence of the spirit, the letter spontaneously returned to the Book Messenger and was then sent to where Leonard was.

After replying to Leonard, Renekton went directly to the basement of the Church of Knowledge in the city of Asak, ready to take a rest and plan Roselle's resurrection.

As soon as he sat down on the chair, Renekton felt that some information belonging to his past self was pulled out from history.

"No wonder the Ancient Scholar needs to be very close to the historical projection when summoning it. If it was someone I don't know who bothered me for no reason, I would definitely pack a mysterious reappearance gift package and send it over."

As he sighed softly, thick green pea vines continued to hang down from the ceiling and quickly submerged his body.

The God-forsaken land, outside the Giant King's court.

Renekton's historical projection suddenly came alive. He looked around curiously, his gaze lingering on the Giant King's Court frozen in the dusk. Even though it was not the first time he had seen the Giant King's Court, the scene here was still shocking.

Retracting his gaze, Renekton turned his head to look at Klein and asked:
"According to the time, you should have just been resurrected. Why are you in such a hurry to find me?"

Klein replied calmly:
"Please ask your historical projection to take me away from here. The speed of movement in the information torrent state is much faster than relying on secret dolls and teleportation by myself."

"Transportation?" Renekton sighed in silence, then sighed:
"Next time, tell me in advance about this kind of thing, and I won't have to cast my consciousness over here."

As he spoke, he had already placed a hand on Klein's shoulder, helping him transform into a posture of information flooding.

Composed of waves of complex information, a terrifying torrent of information was surging like a torrent in an illusory manner, heading far to the north of the Giant King's Court, and disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Before this historical projection expired, Renekton brought Klein to a wasteland north of the Giant King's Court.

The surroundings were filled with traces of dry riverbeds left on the earth. A city with dark outlines, hazy shadows, filled with light mist, and without any sound stood in front.

Rather than a city, it is more like a specimen frozen in the endless darkness. It is eerily quiet and exudes a thrilling atmosphere everywhere.

With the help of information interaction, he could clearly see the situation in the city. In the slowly dissipating fog, people wearing linen robes or animal skin clothes fell in different places on the street, as if at a certain moment in their peaceful life, they suddenly lost their lives and fell down on the spot.

Retracting his gaze, Renekton looked at Klein and said with a smile:
"An abandoned puppet city. You should know what this means."

Klein nodded slightly and sighed softly:
"The only one who can be promoted to the 'Servant of Mysteries' through the ritual required in this place is the 'Dark Demon Wolf'. I hope 'He' has not succeeded yet."

Before he could finish his words, Renekton's historical projection had reached its duration limit and spontaneously dissipated aside.

Klein let out a long breath. He summoned his own historical projection, then hid his real body in the mist of history and allowed his consciousness to awaken in the projection.

Then he stretched out his hand again and summoned the historical projection of Renekton from the historical gap. After a slight delay, Renekton transmitted his consciousness over.

He looked at Klein, who had been transformed into a historical projection, and said in a flat voice:

"Actually, you don't need to be so careful. There is no danger here except for corpses and monsters."

As he spoke, he placed a hand on Klein's shoulder, helping him transform into an information torrent, passing through the thin mist and entering the interior of the long-abandoned city.

With the help of the active information form, Klein quickly looked around.

Just as Renekton said, this place had long been abandoned, and the fallen humans and monsters were already showing signs of decay.

Some of them sat on chairs, some leaned against the wall, some sat on the ground, and played bone flutes.
With his intuition as a "fortune teller", he could clearly feel the freshness and vitality of this place before it was turned into a puppet. They suddenly solidified at a certain moment, constantly repeating what they did in their lifetime, until they were abandoned and became a relic in the darkness.

Under Renekton's guidance, Klein carefully observed the entire city and finally came to a church that was relatively well preserved.

He looked around and whispered to himself:

"A city made up purely of secret dolls. However, since there are not many living people in the God-Forsaken Land, it is difficult to generate enough interactions, which also makes this ritual difficult."

"The Dark Wolf seemed to have abandoned this place in a hurry. Who was it avoiding? Amon? Or other angels active here?" Renekton did not answer Klein's question. He walked to the eight-legged wolf statue in front of him and reached out to touch it. Countless streams of information surged in his eyes, like a vast galaxy.

After a moment, Renekton withdrew his hand and said helplessly:
"He has done something to this statue, so it is impossible to trace its past through it."

Klein nodded slightly. He was not surprised. He stared at the statue of the Dark Wolf and thought for a while. He asked:

"Can we infer where the Dark Wolf had been hiding before by using the material used to carve the statue?"

"Although I have been to this magical place, I don't know the distribution of minerals here very well."

"Why don't you ask me?"

As soon as Renekton finished speaking, a familiar voice sounded nearby, coming from a body lying on the street outside the church.

The corpse that had been lying on the ground stood up stiffly, holding a monocle that he had taken out from somewhere and wearing it on his right eye.

Amon looked at Klein, who had disappeared beside Renekton, and laughed:

"He runs really fast."

"Aren't you in a hurry to leave? You are just a historical projection and you can't fight me. I can even use the connection between you and the 'Ancient Scholar' to create a mistake and make myself appear next to him."

Renekton shrugged and replied in a flat tone:

"If you could do that, you wouldn't talk to me so much"

Before he could finish his words, his historical projection dissipated, and Klein withdrew his support for this historical projection.

In the southern continent, in the emerald green forest interwoven by countless pea vines, Renekton opened his eyes leisurely.

He glanced around briefly, then complained:
"Really? You're so cautious. You directly cancelled the maintenance of my historical projection."

"Forget it, let him have fun on his own. I also need to prepare for the resurrection of Roselle."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body instantly became ethereal and decomposed into huge and pure streams of information, which surged out of the green forest like a torrent.

In the northern part of the Misty Sea, the "Dawn" quietly left the battlefield along the coast of the southern continent and sailed on the foggy sea.

In the captain's room on the upper deck of the cabin, Roselle was in a good mood, sitting by the bay window, looking at the fog slowly dissipating on the sea and said:
"Because of those 'weather wizards', the foggy sea has not seen sunlight for a long time. If people stay in this environment for a long time, they will have various psychological problems."

"There is a sequence called 'Psychologist'." Renekton followed up on Russell's words, paused, and changed the subject and asked:

"Have you thought of your honorific name? You were killed right after becoming the 'Black Emperor'. You probably didn't have time to prepare for this, right?"

Russell nodded gently and said:

"I had already thought of it before I was promoted, but I am no longer the Archon of Intis, so my previous honorific title needs some changes."

"The creator of rules, the shadow of order, the supreme emperor."

As the two talked, the speed of the Dawn gradually slowed down, and Bernadette's figure emerged from the green pea vines.

She looked out the window calmly and said concisely and forcefully:

"We have arrived at our destination. This island belongs to Feynaport. It is not very large and there are no fixed shipping lanes around it. Apart from fishing boats along the coast, few people come near it."

As she spoke, the door and windows of the captain's room all opened by themselves. The monocular telescope placed on the table twisted its body strangely and jumped into the air. An eye grew on each end of the telescope, one eye looked at the island in the distance, and the other eye projected the scene above.

After observing the island ahead and the surrounding waters for a while on the boat, Bernadette nodded calmly and said:

"There are no people staying on the island, and there are no ships, special spirits, or strange creatures in the nearby sea."

(End of this chapter)