Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 478 Clues to the Soul Dragon

On the deck of the "Future", Nina handed the two things she brought out from the ruins on the seabed to Cattleya, and was rewarded with a bottle of Sonia blood wine today.

"Long live the captain!" Nina excitedly picked up Paz and cheered on the deck. Regardless of Paz's resistance, she took him into the cabin.

Cattleya glanced sideways at Klein, who was leaning on the side of the ship, and quickly looked away and walked towards her captain's cabin.

In the cabin of the "Future", the layers of emerald green vines suddenly retracted, throwing Renekton out of that strange space.

He looked deeply at the room in front of him that had completely returned to normal. His figure quickly became transparent and turned into bright stars, surging up to his room on the upper floor.

Boom~boom~
Klein stood in the room next to his, stretched out his hand and knocked lightly on the door. There was no response from the room. When he was about to go back to his room first, a picture suddenly appeared in his mind.

On the other side of the door, the stars reunited inside, revealing Renekton.

Did he just leave the "Future"? Is it related to that feeling of being watched I just felt? Are there any secrets hidden on the "Future"?
As his thoughts floated around, Klein heard a creaking sound, and the door in front of him was opened by Renekton from the inside.

Renekton looked at Klein for a moment, then chuckled and said:

"Have you finished exploring the ruins on the seabed?"

Klein nodded, repeated Nina's description of the seabed, and finally added:

"The rusty piece of iron with no original appearance and the seabed mud are with Cattleya. If you are interested, you can go find her."

Renekton nodded slightly, his eyes lingered on Klein's chest for a moment and said:

"If you are sick, you can go to Frank and ask for some healing fruits. Although he behaves a bit outrageously sometimes, as the best doctor on the Future, he is still very reliable."

"Healing fruit?"

Klein was stunned for a moment. It was difficult for him to connect medicine and fruit. Can these two unrelated things be hybridized? In that Frank's eyes, everything can be matched.

"The effect is quite good." Renekton shrugged and responded.

Klein nodded, turned and walked towards the restaurant of the Future. It was already close to noon. At this time, Frank would usually be busy in the restaurant, replacing some of the ingredients on the ship with his experimental products.

At eight o'clock in the evening, in the Hall family's luxurious villa in Queen Backlund.

Audrey sat at the desk with great interest, flipping through a notebook that looked very historical. This was a note she received today from a Loen soldier during the Twenty Years' War. The mission of Psychological Alchemy.

"Except for the grammar being similar to dragon language, there are no major problems, and there are no traces of hidden clues. What are the people from the Psychological Alchemy Society looking for?"

".If there is no problem with the content of the note, then what the 'Psychological Alchemy Society' pursues is itself?"

"I remember that Mr. White Tower seems to have a lot of research on dragons. Ordinary Beyonders like to use ancient Hermes language, but he is accustomed to using dragon language. This should be a habit he retained from his low-sequence time. He must have been exposed to more information related to dragons at that time."

"You can ask him to help me study this notebook. If there is still no gain, it means that the 'Psychological Alchemy Society' needs the notebook itself."

After muttering to herself in a low voice for a moment, Audrey's eyes sparkled and a joyful smile filled her face. She couldn't help but look sideways at the big golden retriever dog squatting aside.

"What's wrong, Audrey?" Susie responded with a confused look and barked.

Audrey blinked, suppressed her emotions, turned her head and said to the golden retriever dog beside her:

"Susie, I plan to use occult methods to study this notebook. Please help me guard the door and don't let anyone disturb me."

"The method of occultism? Didn't you use it just now?"

Susie mastered more knowledge, and it became harder and harder to deceive her. Audrey sighed in her heart, and then said:

"It's a new method. If it still doesn't work, I plan to try it using the 'mirror divination' method."

"Don't worry, I have a safe person to pray to."

"Okay." Susie looked at Audrey hesitantly for a few seconds, and then nodded after confirming that what she said was true, got up and walked out of the room.

After Susie left the room, Audrey began to pray to "The Fool" and spoke out her thoughts.

On the "Future", with layers of illusory prayers ringing in his ears, Klein walked into the bathroom skillfully and used Mr. Azik's copper whistle and Will Asceptin's origami crane to make occult exercises. After shielding, he walked four steps backward and entered above the gray mist.

Renekton, who was playing with the cat next door, paused for a moment. He looked up at the wall on the left as if he was aware of it. His gaze easily penetrated it and saw a mist intertwined with pale white and mercury. The mist was not thick. He also Klein's figure can be vaguely seen.

He quickly withdrew his gaze and returned the gravity in the room to normal, allowing Paz to successfully get the dried fish floating in the air.

Paz meowed, landed lightly, and asked curiously while licking the dried fish:

"Meow~, what is your ability? I have never seen this extraordinary ability that can make things weightless." "This is an ability beyond the twenty-two sequence pathways. Obtaining power from the stars is extremely dangerous. That kind of thing.”

Renekton explained simply, and quickly grabbed Paz's tail. The black cat's tail was a little fluffy when he first touched it, and after tightening his grip, he could feel the tight muscles.

Paz, who was licking the small fish, stiffened for a moment, and then his tail suddenly burst out with force, pulling himself out of Renekton's hand.

"Meow!"

Paz glared at Renekton with dissatisfaction, then ran out of his room quickly with a small dried fish in his mouth.

Renekton chuckled, called an invisible hand to close the door, and then lay directly on the bed.

Just as he closed his eyes and prepared to take a nap, a thick gray fog suddenly emerged from his field of vision. There was a deep red light flowing in the gray fog, and it instantly condensed into a somewhat blurry figure, belonging to "Justice" Audrey. The voice echoed in his ears.

After listening calmly to "Justice" Audrey's narration, Renekton pondered and turned his gaze to the figure sitting leisurely on the high-backed chair, obscured by the thick gray fog and saying:
"Can you bring that notebook from the Twenty Years' War to me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a strange fluctuation accompanied the flow of red water. Renekton instantly felt that he had established a wonderful and unique connection with a certain great will at infinite heights.

"Psychic Communication" from the War Bishop!
With the establishment of "spiritual communication", some memories that did not belong to him emerged in Renekton's mind. These were memories of that notebook that Klein recalled.

The ability of "spiritual communication" is really convenient, so that you don't have to be dragged into this gray fog, and it can also help me pay attention to the main body on the "Future".

"." After a moment of doubt, Renekton settled down and recalled bit by bit the notebook that Klein presented in his mind.

It turns out that this is how Sonia blood wine is brewed, so let Frank try it another day.

Let Frank try it? Didn't he already breed fish that can produce wine? Do you want him to replace the fish with cows or mushrooms?

Don't think along Frank's train of thought, or you will be led astray. There is a coconut-like fruit in the Southern Continent. Wouldn't it be great to ask Frank to cultivate a plant that can replace the juice inside with red wine? Pick and drink now, guaranteed fresh.

If Frank had your kind of thinking, he would already be an Archbishop in the Church of the Earth, instead of being a pirate on the "Future".

I have finished reading it, and there is nothing wrong with the content of this notebook. The person who wrote this notebook at that time should have had direct contact with a spiritual dragon of a high order, and even stayed in his mind and dreams, so some were left behind. Influence, you can try divination. Most dragons are not good at the field of destiny, and they cannot cover their own traces very well.

Divination? This is still the next thing to try.

The era of giant dragons has passed for too long, and those who can survive to this day must be some old guys. It will not be easy to find that giant dragon.

I knew that Klein's voice in my mind pondered for a moment, and then the "spiritual communication" was disconnected, and the thick gray fog in front of me quickly dissipated.

Renekton, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and taking a nap, suddenly opened his eyes. With the crimson moonlight coming in from the window, he looked around the room and complained speechlessly:
"You really just throw it away after use."

Above the gray fog, Klein sat on the high-backed chair belonging to "The Fool" and explored the past of the notebook through dream divination.

In the dream, he saw a village with dragon worship customs, and a cemetery behind the Church of the Night.
The scene in the dream finally settled on a tombstone in a corner, and the words originally engraved on it had become blurry.

"In a village where dragon worship is customary, is the last tombstone where the owner of the note is buried?"

"During the Twenty Years' War, that soldier encountered a spiritual dragon for some reason, and the spiritual dragon hid deep in his heart. He followed him to Loen and his hometown. And under the influence of this spiritual dragon, the custom of dragon worship gradually developed here."

Klein pondered and sorted out the context of the story, and quickly guessed the purpose of letting Miss Justice get this notebook. The people in the Psychological Alchemy Society wanted to use this notebook to find the place with the custom of dragon worship. .

The image obtained by Klein through dream divination followed the ritual connection of "Justice" Audrey's "magic mirror divination" and appeared in the mirror in front of Audrey.

After watching the revelation given to her by Mr. Fool, Audrey suppressed her excitement, greeted "The Fool" politely, and ended the ceremony.

Looking at the mirror that had returned to normal, Audrey couldn't help but spread her thoughts.

The picture that appeared in the "Magic Mirror Divination" just now is that place where there is a custom of dragon worship. There is indeed a spiritual dragon there, but it has been found by Mr. "White Tower" first, and he seems to have left there. Psychologically After the people from the Alchemy Society went there, they could only come to the conclusion that a giant dragon once lived there.

However, my mission has been completed. As long as I hand this notebook over to the Psychological Alchemy Society, I will receive no less of the reward that belongs to me.

Audrey curled her lips in a good mood and began to clean up the remnants of the ceremony.

On the dark cloud-covered sea, streaks of silvery lightning continued to fall, and fine heavy rain swayed in the air with the strong wind. It was heavy and oppressive, as if in the atmosphere of doomsday, a huge black object was hidden in the storm under the silvery white light. Now.

As the lightning falling from the sky became more and more intensive, the black behemoth gradually emerged in the silvery white electric light. It was still a huge sailboat, with its front and rear tilted high, like a crescent moon.

The surface of this huge sailing ship is painted in dark black. There are three rows of artillery in order on the side of the ship. The very huge ship only has one sail with a black tombstone painted on it. It seems that this sail is not raised for sailing, but for sailing. To promote one's identity.

"Death No."

(End of this chapter)