Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 173 Amon Amon
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"Put the "Geographical Atlas of the Kingdom" in the physical geography area on the third floor... "Anthology of Roselle's Poems" [-], [-] and [-] have already been borrowed, and the [-]nd will expire in three days..."

""Rosell's Fairy Tales"... no pea vines? I remember this. His daughter used it in Backlund."

"How many 'fairy tales' actually happened?"

""Chronicle of the Development of Trier"? This is the version 12 years ago. Intis's official new version will not enter the library for a year and a half, so I have to keep it and put it in the historical document area on the fourth floor...Recently There are unexpectedly many people who come to borrow history and geography, is it because of the "Examination Act for Government Employees of the Kingdom of Loen"? There are still four months to go before the exam, and the literature and history class has the most people."

Amon strolled leisurely in the huge library, pushing the cart full of books.His eyes swept across the large bookshelf several meters high, and he could clearly see the number on the spine of each book, and accurately took away the misplaced books.

He was wearing the uniform of a librarian, with a light yellow scarf around his collar, and a metal city logo pinned to his chest.

The logo is exquisitely crafted and sparkling. He likes it so much that he even wants to use it as his current jewelry.

The staff meal at noon includes vegetable salad, fresh juice and East Chester-style chicken pie.

The city is located in the north, inland and away from the sea, so smoked fish, grilled fish and various seafood products are slightly more expensive.And it has been influenced by the food of neighboring countries to a certain extent. The sweet and spicy flavor is the main food in the city, and the roast chicken and all kinds of meat are quite delicious.

Amon likes a bakery outside the city library very much. The signature there is butter bread, but the roast chicken sold is his favorite flavor. Before he obtained his current identity, he ate it almost once a day.

Now...not now.Once he became "Amon", he didn't have any hobbies other than professional needs.The bartender Amon needs to be able to drink, but the librarian does not need to like the roast chicken of a certain restaurant, and the work meal is enough.

Hobbies belong to the noumenon, the qualitative power over things also belongs to the noumenon, and all rights belong to the noumenon.

After returning the books in his hand, he took out his pocket watch to check the time: 11:15 a.m., a quarter of an hour before he got off work for lunch, and two hours and a quarter of an hour before he went to work in the afternoon.The book classification in the morning came to an end, and it was time to change shifts in the afternoon.

To change shifts is to go to the book lending office on the first floor and sit, and register when anyone comes. If the book is overdue and not returned, go to the person according to the contact information. In the half month that Amon has been working, the book stealing has completely disappeared.Because as the oldest thief (a few hundredths), Amon can easily see those bad thoughts.When a book thief leaves with a book, he finds that what he brought back is a few used drafts and his wallet is gone.

Amon made a fortune in this way.

This is very Amon and has nothing to do with occupation.

He went back to the ground floor and put the cart against the wall.

Now people leave one after another in the library, but they often come back after lunch.The reading areas on all four floors are packed to the brim with young people trying to become employees for their next exam and university students doing research for their dissertations.If you want to get a seat, you have to queue up when the museum opens at [-] o'clock in the morning, and many people will stay until the museum closes at [-] o'clock in the evening before leaving.

Walking to the front desk, Amon rubbed his hands and pulled up the collar of his winter overalls.

Although there is heating in the municipal library, the door on the first floor is opened from time to time, and the indoor temperature is not high.

The shift changer was still working, so he randomly found a place in the middle of the bookshelf to rest against the wall.The demigod's memory and calculation ability allow him to finish the work early every time, and have enough time to catch fish.He rested in a hidden and warm corner, watching humans writing at their desks from a distance, shuttling among the many bookshelves, like a group of hardworking ants, carrying "knowledge".

He turned his head inadvertently, just in time to meet his eyes in the glass reflection on the wall.

Amon saw himself smiling in the mirror.

So he closed his eyes, turned away, and then stole the memory of the few seconds just now, and threw it away.

Then, Amon, who was still looking at the window one second and found himself facing the green plants in the corner the next second, frowned:

"Three seconds of memory gone."

"Did I see 'him' again?"

He rubbed between his brows, took off his monocle, pinched his nose bridge and eye sockets, then hesitated for a moment, and didn't put it back on immediately.

He sat quietly for 5 minutes without looking at anything that would reflect light, and then slowly recited a string of honorable names.

"Father."

Amon whispered: "He is questioning me again, maybe I am questioning myself."

His father's answer always frustrates Amon. He shows all kinds of different appearances and shows many special things. Now he is trapped by the mirror, by the "same kind" who once occupied this identity, and Father still just said words that didn't make much sense.

"You are all Amon, you have to reconcile with yourself."

Dad never seemed to realize that he was different.

He put on his glasses and looked into the mirror again, only himself in the mirror, but after a blink of an eye, the shadow pinched his right eye socket and showed him a mocking smile.

'Deviant. '

'Defective products domesticated by the Outer Gods. '

The shadow began to deform, the facial features and outline distorted like a melting candle, and then it was fixed into an Amon who seemed to be made up of many faces and many Amons.But compared with the one in front of the window, only the expression is different, and the others are not much different.

'What has He given you that you are willing to kill yourself? '

Amon also squeezed his eye sockets, and replied with a smile: "You are the real defective product."

"You underestimate me, you don't know how to gather intelligence, you don't know how to use terrain, and you stereotype that I have no help."

"Otherwise, we have the same sequence, I couldn't have killed you so quickly."

After speaking, he turned around and stopped bickering with the phantom.

He knows better than anyone that this is just an illusion, just like what appears in human dramas, where the killed become the murderer's nightmare, and when he dreams back in the middle of the night, he is reprimanded in a dream.But Amon knew that this was definitely not "guilty" or "guilty", but—

Scared.

Only the main body has the right to dispose of the avatar, kill or promote it.Only the main body has the right to freely choose hobbies and goals, and the main body... came to the outside world, killed another Amon and replaced him, he was shocked to find that the outer gods were pampering him with the privilege of the main body.

But fear and excitement are just twins, and now, he is used to it, he is used to these hobbies that "belong only to him". All sorts of outrageous acts.

He is desperate for recognition, such as that of the True Creator.At the same time, he was also afraid, if the real creator really agreed with him, then he, then he——

——Is there also the possibility of becoming the "noumenon"?

Is this the future that Outer God wants to see?
"Green? Green!"

The shouts of colleagues interrupted Amon's thinking. It turned out that it was time to get off work.He immediately stood up and pretended that he wasn't fishing. The short blond-haired colleague smiled habitually and reached out to greet him:
"Want to have lunch? Have your favorite chicken pot pie."

I like it, I like it, I like it, yes, I like it... Amon now feels comfortable when he hears such clear-cut words, but he suddenly wanted to do something else, so he declined his colleague Invitation from:
"I want to rest for a while before going."

"The pie might be gone?"

Amon pursed his lips, and resolutely followed the other party's pace: "Let's go together."

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"A symbol of iron and fire..."

"The master of turmoil and strife...the god of war who is not great at all..."

A mysterious prayer appeared in his mind, Medici raised his eyebrows, put down the letter from the hunter who was about to join him, walked to the sofa, and sat down.

"Little crow?" The not-so-great God of War sneered, "Your low-level provocation is like a child's anger!"

"If you are in front of me, do you want to steal something from me?"

The voice of a certain Amon appeared in his mind, calm as if he hadn't heard anything:
"Whenever I think you are reliable, you speak up."

Medici burst out laughing, he really wanted to tease this kid who worked hard to learn to be provocative, but he also knew that if he continued talking, the other party would stop sharing embarrassing stories with him.Then he said:
"exactly."

"What do you want me to do, the 'Conspiracy' spell is very useful, right?"

The spell from the spirit of the angel is of course useful, and the price of buying it is a box of East Chestershire souvenirs.Since there is still no sequence one for hunters at present, and the only point of the "God of War" and the red priest is still on Medici, he can barely create a specious prototype of the kingdom of God to accept sacrifices—since this thing can be If it is used by the Kingdom of God, then it is the Kingdom of God!
"It's useful."

Medici felt that the special sweet and spicy sauce was very good. Amon prayed to him and he remembered it again, so he said one more sentence: "This thing will be very popular in Aurora, and it is already eaten with the sacrament fish. You Hurry up and send a few more boxes.”

Then He asked: "It's easy to use, and you succeeded, so why are you still angry?"

Amon, who was resting in his single staff dormitory, turned over the mirror on the table, and the self in the mirror started to smile strangely again, but he didn't say anything yet.He said to the Medici:

"I might be out of control."

"Your joke is a bit too novel." Medici didn't understand, but his face was serious, "Can you explain it?"

So Amon set up the mirror, and stared at the unkind phantom in the mirror with an appreciative look.Obviously, he actually didn't want to admit that it was him, no matter in mysticism or in reality.

"I might be out of control."

Amon folded his arms, pointed his forearm with his finger, and said in an indescribable tone:

"I am negating the personality of 'Amon', and even the way of life."

Medici became interested and asked for a drink: "Let's talk about it?"

"I have occupied his identity and his destiny. His destiny is to work in this library for 40 years, then retire, and steal an identity to go to another city. If you are called by the ontology halfway, then abandon this identity and go to another city. Fulfill the will of the ontology."

"uh-huh?"

"His own fate was too boring, so he started playing with the fate of those around him."

Amon took out a book from the shelf, turned to a certain page, took out a folded paper, and unfolded:

"The identities of two of my colleagues were exchanged. One was from a wealthy family, and the other relied on the salary for his whole family to survive. He felt that the wealthy and selfish one would not give money to his family. He wanted to confirm it."

Medici opened a bag of potato chips for himself, and ate it with a crackle, and ate it loudly on purpose to ensure that Amon could hear: "How did it turn out?"

"Selfish co-worker starved two people to death in the family. Then their identities were returned, and the poor one thought it was his fault."

"Oh."

Amon glanced at the unchanged shadow in the mirror, and said bluntly: "Then he felt a little happiness when that colleague was in pain and bore the scolding at home, a fleeting happiness. He thought this gap was very interesting, So look for the next target."

"So the curator traded fate with a beggar before I came to work,"

Amon continued to read: "This time he didn't adjust his memory, the curator suddenly became penniless, and the beggar became the curator."

"The results of it?"

"No result." Amon said, "I came. I replaced him, and these strange fates were put back."

Then the beggar committed suicide... Amon didn't say this, he felt weird.

Medici took a few sips of cold beer loudly, and smacked his lips:
"Sounds like you did a good job."

"So, what does your finding me have to do with this matter?"

Amon turned his attention away from wanting to eat potato chips and drink beer, and said while thinking: "Amon all live like this, I don't think this kind of play is much fun, but I can't find it more fun way of life."

Oh - Medici understands, this is a lost lamb!
"Then let's see what human beings will do at this time, go for some exciting things, such as extreme sports?"

"We can fly."

"So, around the world?"

"Our footprints have spread all over the world, even the Land Abandoned by God is no exception."

Medici then spread his hands, and his tone gradually became slappy: "Look, you already have everything, and you can get what you don't have from Amon's memory. What else in this world will make you find interesting? Could it be that you want to go to the sky? Go to the starry sky?"

Amon felt a little angry: "What about you, Medici? You are also a mythical creature who has everything and has seen everything. Why do you still find different pleasures?"

"Because I am the conqueror, the flames of war and strife, the most direct intersection between people! As long as there are still people who desire power and status, the war will never stop." Medici was serious for two seconds, and suddenly The provocateur was exposed again, "Look at you again, Amon! You are a thief, a virus, and a mistake! People don't like you, and you don't like people, no~people~need~want~you~!"

Click!A crack appeared on Amon's monocle.

Just when he was about to explode, Medici suddenly changed the subject again:
"So, if you want to abandon Amon's way of life, then you must have your own ideas and goals."

"You like people to treat people badly, but if you think it's boring to bully the weak, why don't you try to challenge the strong?"

Amon took off his monocle and replaced it with a new one.He felt as if a volcano was suffocating in his heart, unable to erupt, making him feel uncomfortable.
"Challenge strong?"

"Yes." The master of turmoil and strife said with great interest, "When you defeated this Amon, you were very happy, right? I remember you were very happy, because you thought you couldn't win, but after you won Come and show off to me the first time."

"This sense of accomplishment is unique to you! No Amon can share it with you, and you can't get it from any Amon, including your body..."

Speaking of this, Medici smiled disdainfully: "Because your kind, your body, are all cowards!"

"So, if you want to deny them, you have to be bold and do things that your body would not even dare to do in Sequence 3."

Amon didn't answer, and Medici took advantage of the situation to incite and said in a very seductive tone:
"—Perhaps, one day, you will challenge your body?"

"I've wanted to see His self-righteous face smashed for a long time."

……

After the call ended, Medici looked at the sky outside the window for a while, and then heard a knock on the door.

"Come in."

The wooden door of the hotel was pushed open, and an unremarkable man walked in.When he entered the room and closed the door, the flesh and blood on his body began to squirm, revealing his original appearance. The most striking change was the sudden increase in height.

The visitor bowed slightly to Medici who was on the sofa, and did not show any abnormality to the strange movements of his left hand beer, right hand potato chip buttocks on the sofa, legs on the table, and greeted him calmly:
"Gui'an, Your Highness the Red Angel."

Medici looked at him twice, shook the file on his hand, and smiled maliciously:
"Your name is Sauron?"

"That is my mother's family." Trainor replied, "I am no longer a sharer of the glory of the Sauron family."

When can I change my last name.He thought blankly, the thought of me being called "Mr. Vaughan" in the same way as my father is horrible.

"No special introduction, I know who you are. Your father... heh."

Medici gave a meaningful laugh, and read in an exaggerated tone:

"The disasters that spread across the border, the flames of war that spread across the sea... Boy, your resume is shining with gold, and it is quite outstanding."

He clicked his tongue twice, deliberately glanced at the young hunter's face from the corner of his eye, and seeing that the other person still had a calm expression, he smiled and said:
"You are very much like your father."

Trainor resisted the urge to roll his eyes: "You're doing too much, my father will be very happy to hear you say that."

"how about you?"

"I am very honored, because this is a compliment from the God of War."

Trainor stroked the Red Angel along his hair, then paused, and said earnestly: "But Your Highness Red Angel, please don't let these meaningless words occupy our precious working time. My grandfather and other elders , each of which can speak out more lethal provocations than your words."

TBC
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First, let the outer gods give him freedom and self.Second, let war give him courage and ambition.

In the end, what will he become?

Off-topic: I have received feedback from readers recently, and I am considering speeding up the plot adjustment outline.

(End of this chapter)