Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night.

Chapter 284 "Secret..."

"He saw it? And he called me secretive..."

Klein remembered that indescribable look in his eyes, and he was convinced that the "Hidden Emperor" had indeed seen him.

"Then what is this 'secret'?" Klein subconsciously looked at this gray fog. If there is any secret about him that even he cannot explore, it must be this gray fog.

"'Mystery' refers to this gray mist, maybe it's the name of the previous generation's 'master'?"

It took a long time for Klein to calm down and stop thinking about this. Instead, he looked at the information group that was larger than his entire body.

Ignoring the experience of being killed at a glance, this was probably the most rewarding time for Klein from spying on various gods.

This whole group is a condensed information flow, containing countless knowledge.

That is, above the gray fog, otherwise Klein would be in danger of having his head exploded.

"I heard that the 'Hidden Sage' is a good teacher and often pours knowledge into the members of the Moss Ascetic Order? But I haven't heard of anyone being overwhelmed by knowledge!"

The Hidden Sage is a god who symbolizes knowledge and is also the most generous god in mysticism.

As long as the "Secret Seeers" of the Moss Ascetic Order are pious enough, they will receive the gift of the "Hidden Sage" and pour knowledge directly into their brains.

This is a treatment that only "secret peepers" can enjoy, and now Klein can do it too. He reached out and peeled off pieces of knowledge from the information flow.

"The Secret Peeper's potion formula..."

"The ritual magic mastered by the Secret Peeper..."

"The fighting scholar's potion formula and... fighting knowledge?"

"wizard……"

Klein was like counting gold coins, classifying and absorbing this knowledge one by one.

Knowledge is power, and knowledge is money. If Klein finds the right opportunity, he can make a lot of money with this knowledge!

It's just that the amount of knowledge is too much. After the knowledge reaches the level of a demigod, Klein will be unable to bear it.

He turned his attention to some other information.

There is also no shortage of knowledge on the "Hunter" path, and there is also the "Blood Emperor" Alistair Tudor.

"Huh?" Klein said in surprise, "Why does the true god of the 'Hunter' pathway have the knowledge of the 'Lawyer' pathway?"

What the hell is this? According to the information Klein has, this is not an adjacent path!

"There is even knowledge about the 'Dream' path here, and 'Adam'..."

Klein noticed the name, and then saw the potion formula for the "Audience" path.

Klein suddenly thought of what Mr. Azik said about "be careful of the audience."

Before his death, the Blood Emperor also felt that his ending had been arranged by the "Hidden Emperor" and "Adam". Isn't this the trend of history? Even a god cannot escape.

And the "Hidden Emperor" is the true god of the "Peeper" path, then this "audience" refers to "Adam"?

Coupled with the characteristic of "whatever is said, must be known"...

"Even Mr. Azik doesn't dare to say this name?!" Klein was frightened by his reasonable inference.

"Be careful not to mention this name in real life in the future!"

Klein hinted to himself many times to let his spirituality remember this name and not to let himself mention this name outside of the gray mist.

As for other knowledge, Klein felt that he had reached his limit and did not dare to pull away to watch anymore. Instead, he threw the information light ball into the debris pile.

"These past few days have been so fulfilling..." Klein, who was once again experiencing spiritual turmoil on the gray mist, fell into a baby-like sleep again.

……

Triss, who had been searching in the spirit world for several days, returned to the real world in despair and used the "Traveler's Gate" to return to her stronghold in Backlund. The failure of this operation had a great impact on her mental state, but on the contrary, she is now in excellent condition.

"We've obviously got it..." Triss's hair has exceeded her soft waist. The roots are clearly defined, as if they have a life of their own, dancing like a poisonous snake.

The sapphire ring on her hand exudes a little shimmer, like the lead has been washed away, adding to its brilliance.

She has effectively become the owner of the ring.

"Dong dong!"

Triss raised her head suddenly, the sadness and longing in her eyes disappeared at the same time, leaving only indifference.

The sapphire ring on her hand also followed her will and began to emit some terrifying aura gradually covering the entire house.

"Ms. Triss, can you give me a chance to meet you?" A voice came from outside the door that made people easily relax their vigilance.

"..." Triss stared at the door in silence.

This is her secret stronghold. In fact, it is the former residence of a wealthy businessman in Backlund. However, the wealthy businessman has forgotten that he owns this house. Logically speaking, no one can come to her door.

And it only took a few minutes for him to return here.

But the accident happened.

"..." The person outside the door was also politely waiting for a reply.

"Please come in." Triss thought for a minute, then walked over, opened the door, and invited the gentleman in.

"I have met this beautiful lady. Please allow me to introduce myself first." The gentleman, who was wearing a shirt, vest and formal suit, took off his hat and saluted.

"My name is Hvin Rambis, and I belong to the Psychological Alchemy Society."

"You are invited to join us on behalf of the organization?"

"Psychological Alchemy Society?" Triss asked doubtfully. She still knew about this secret organization, but she had no contact with it at all.

"No, it's the 'Twilight Hermits', an organization that promotes the trend of history and is always right."

Hvin Rambis smiled softly and introduced.

"Always correct?" Triss sneered, "Even a true god cannot be always correct."

There are also gods who died because of their incorrectness.

"But we can." Hvin Rambis was not angry and still looked at Triss gently.

Triss touched the ring on her hand, and the gentle old gentleman's eyes finally changed.

Triss sat on the sofa, stretched out, showing off her curves that were not exaggerated but still thrilling, "Why did you come to me?"

"Of course you have such qualifications." Hvin Rambis sat opposite Triss, his attitude became more serious.

The gray-haired old gentleman only glanced at the ring, and then he sat upright without making any further movements.

His back was straight, and he seemed a little nervous, because he knew that he might be under the watchful eye of a terrifying existence.

Of course, there are people behind him, which is why he dares to come here.

"If you want to survive in this world, you always need friends. If you have a companion in this operation, the results will be very different."

Triss's eyes instantly darkened, staring closely at Hvin Rambis.

(End of this chapter)