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

Chapter 384 Amon is Approaching

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In a small city of Intis, a young man wearing a beautiful monocle and neatly dressed was watching the city restoration workers carrying goods on the street and setting up one tent after another for the temporary residence of the disaster victims. nod.

He scratched his head and looked around suspiciously. After looking around, he looked in the direction of Trier.

A voice came along the unique connection between Amon, telling him to go to Trier, to the church, to see the aura of Origin Castle that appeared there.Since he was sent to Intis because of the Mongolian referendum, this was the first time Ontology contacted him.

Before him, many avatars were sent here by the Mongolian referendum. Anyway, the main body and those Sequence 2 avatars would not come here, and those sent here were all Sequence 4 and below.According to the experience that Amon's body has not been taken away in God's Abandoned Land for so many years, the real Creator will not attack him unless necessary. This may be understood as a kind of nostalgia, although the body only conveys a sneer.

However, those avatars are sometimes arrested and restored on the spot for other reasons. Intis's control over the abuse of extraordinary abilities is relatively strict, especially since Amon has the obvious identification of a monocle.

And before he came here, all Amon clones were killed by the great flood.

He happened to be sightseeing in Feysac at the time and participated in some local festivals, so he was able to escape.

"Origin Castle..."

Amon pinched his eye sockets and tightened his monocle.

It didn't take him much time to recall the current owner of Origin Castle, Klein Moretti, who had a close relationship with him. It was not only Origin Castle that was pressing on him, but also a heavy fate. The fate of death.

From his point of view, Zaratul can be regarded as respectable, because he is actually working towards a "suicide" position.

Of course Amon knew that he was actually very selfish, unwilling to take any risks, and even considered naive and unlovable, but the Outer God had also educated him, "The selfishness of not wanting to be covered is the proof of your existence."Yes, he doesn't want to touch that fate. If the main body obtains Origin Castle, the blessings given to him by the Outer God will disappear, and he will become an ordinary clone again, a single who doesn't like spicy food and doesn't like exquisiteness. It is no longer his Amon who is not interested in ancient history and mythology.

He actually didn't want to get in touch with Klein, and had even been consciously staying away from Ruen, but he didn't expect that Extraordinary Aggregation was superior.

But he has to go, because if he doesn't go, the ontology will find his abnormality.

"Hey, boy, stop standing there!"

The middle-aged man who was setting up a tent in the distance waved to him, and Amon walked over to help him straighten the stakes used to tie up the tent, and tied the ropes firmly.The middle-aged man praised him a few words, looked him in the eyes, and said with a smile:

"Young man, you look really good. My daughter likes intellectuals like you."

Amon laughed a few times. He met parents like Lao Duo on his travels. Most of them were just joking around. A small number of those who really had such thoughts would be stolen by him.He also skillfully perfunctory said:

"Then your daughter must be a beautiful lady, so where is she?"

The middle-aged man walked aside with a smile:
"She was swept away by the tsunami."

The atmosphere suddenly became as heavy as death, and even Amon was stunned. He scratched his head and replied dryly: "Sorry."

After saying this, he didn't know what else he could do, so he pretended nothing happened and walked around the tent, planning to find a random place to pass the time.

The middle-aged man shook his head, and said in romantic poetry-like words that fit Amon's impression of the Intis people: "I will continue to live for my daughter, as long as I remember her, Her life is not over."

Amon scratched his head again: "If you think about it this way, won't you be sad?"

"Yes, of course." A look of disappointment appeared on the face of the middle-aged man, turning his smile into a bitter one. "I will miss her forever."

Perhaps the expression on his face was so sincere that Amon thought for a moment—is there anyone who needs to be remembered by himself?Maybe not.Then why is it that you are not dead even if you are remembered, if one day you die, do you want to tell others about your daughter's deeds? ——Then, he suddenly thought that this middle-aged man told himself about his daughter in a way that was almost impossible to forget. Does that mean that his daughter can now be remembered by him and will always "not End of Life"?
Does this person know that I am Sequence 3?He felt a sense of vigilance spontaneously.

It didn’t seem like the middle-aged man responded to Amon’s vigilance and spiritual temptations. He quickly cleared up his mood and said:

"It's late, boy, go to rest."

Unmoved, Amon walked aside the middle-aged man, and replied, "No, thank you, I'm going to Trier."

"It's so late, the road is not safe." The middle-aged man habitually dissuaded, and then shook his head, "Oh, look at what I said, there are not many people now, and there is not even a thief on the road... ...but the trains and carriages are out of service, how do you go?"

After he finished speaking, there was no answer.

The middle-aged man raised his head in astonishment, the street at night was quiet, and he couldn't find the young man wearing the monocle at all.

Trier.

Medici asked, "What did you just say?"

"One language." Klein replied truthfully.

"I've lived from the third era to the present, and I've never heard of this language, nothing like it." Medici looked at Klein with folded arms, "Or do you want to say that you are an ancient language born before me?" God? Well, it's not impossible."

Reminiscent of the blessing that the Lord didn't tell anyone and the ritual of being isolated from the world for 300 years, the red angel didn't dwell too much on this issue.

"This is ancient Chinese." The Hidden Sage interrupted, "I can teach you, the grammar is..."

Medici's spirituality began to call the police, and he immediately raised his hand to stop the huge file compression package that had already started to be transmitted, and refused to receive it: "I don't want to know, I want to know why you can rely on this language to communicate. "

Ancient Chinese... Klein was slightly silent.

He thought of the dream he had before under the influence of the hidden sage. People wore clothes similar to those in the Republic of China period. The school uniforms were like Taoist robes. Their mouth movements proved that they were speaking a prophecy similar to Chinese, so he asked:

"A similar language is used in the Western Continent?"

"Yes." The Hidden Sage replied happily, "I was reading Russell Gustav's creative notes and diary, and found that he is also a soul from the Western Continent. Russell Gustav is the same soul as you. Are they ancient humans chosen by Heavenly Venerable?"

Klein hesitated for a moment—that's right, he was indeed chosen by the Fushengxuanhuang Tianzun, but it was probably just a screening, and all the people who had mystical connections with the Tianzun were selected.He was chosen, but he was not special, but one in a few hundredths.

And this is also one of his most important secrets so far. The soul descending from Origin Castle must be the fastest to establish contact with Origin Castle, and he...was not chosen because of his own particularity. Others No, otherwise he would not come the fourth.Others thought that he was the successor of Tianzun, but he knew that Zhou Mingrui was just an unlucky old ordinary soul, nothing special.

From the perspective of adapting to this world, he might not be as good as Russell.

At least Roselle still has the ability to change the world, to sit in the position he wants, but he can't do much.

"He is not obliged to answer your question, Sage."

Just as Klein was thinking, Medici frowned and spoke.

He felt that Klein was now on his side no matter what, and the positions of the Hidden Sage and the Western Continent were not clear. Demonstrates a definite favor for the Church of the Creator.Such people, war angels are often not regarded as partners, but will be classified into the category of "may become an enemy at any time".

It is not ruled out that such people have a good impression of their own side, can communicate, and can be used to a certain extent, but in the final analysis they cannot be trusted.

But the Hidden Sage obviously wanted to get this answer. His eyes followed Klein closely. Medici's words worked, but not fully. He followed Klein persistently and asked:
"Do you want to come to the Western Continent?"

"Do you have a Chinese name?"

"May I know your name?"

Klein's heart was pounding. He felt incredible to hide the words of the sage, but he had already experienced too many things, and his longing and expectation for the Western Continent had also been raised because of that dream. He wanted to answer Question, but there is still fear in my heart for this notorious brain-dragging god.The most important thing is that he is dizzy now, his mind is full of ancient history, philosophical overviews, cultural and artistic works, and the simple operation of nuclear fusion that everyone can learn. He really has no brain to think about the purpose of the hidden sage asking these questions up.

Did he want me to have a good impression of him and the Western Continent?
This idea popped up in his mind with all his might, and then Klein let out a breath. He squeezed the space between his brows and said in a low voice:
"Sorry, I think I need to rest now."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly went dark, and Medici, fearing that it would be too late, knocked him unconscious with a hand knife, and caught him.

"Get out of the way, sage," Medici said, "don't stand outside our sanctuary."

The Hidden Sage reluctantly looked at Klein, who fell into a baby-like sleep in an instant, and said to Medici again: "When he wakes up, I hope to get his answer."

Saying so, the transparent eyes disappeared into twinkling stars.

Medici waved away the stars.He looked at Klein, who had fallen asleep in his hand, and recalled some words of the hidden sage and Klein, and his eyebrows, which had not been relaxed for a long time, frowned even deeper.

"Lord." He said in a low voice, "I praise you. I really need to talk to the big snake."

……

Klein slowly opened his eyes and woke up.

As soon as he looked up, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling, like a hospital ward, with lights on the ceiling, and Klein immediately felt a sense of space-time confusion.The white sheets also bear the cross of the Church of the Creator.If it is a red background, it will feel more like the old era.

The ward was very quiet, he groped to sit up, pulled a pillow behind his back, raised his head and rubbed his forehead.

The sky outside was still bright, and it looked like he had only been in a deep sleep for a few hours, and it was around four o'clock in the morning.

After ten minutes of relaxation, he was completely awake, and gradually recalled what happened after his promotion, and began to examine himself:
"It is true that the potion has digested most of it just after taking it, at least three-fifths... This is more than I expected... But I don't know how much ancient data and real history I have to study before I can digest it. ..."

"In the ceremony, I didn't see the history of the old era. The farthest one has stopped in the third era. That is to say, the history of the old era can't be what I need to promote and play? This is really strange. "

"At present, it seems that there are two directions for the role of 'ancient scholar'. One is a scholar from ancient times, and the other is a scholar who studies ancient times. Both must be possessed. The first point is relatively easy, because the ceremony itself implies that The key point of becoming an ancient person, once you are promoted, you can naturally play the role of a scholar from ancient times."

Klein shook his head, he was too old.

"The second point is very difficult. Normal society is fine. In this world where true gods, demons, and evil exist, just collecting ancient materials is a matter of great risk. If you want to find out the history The truth, it may die tragically for 'no reason' at any time, the more you understand the standard, the greater the danger..."

"I can know so much, mostly thanks to the arrangement of the real creator, and the complexity of fate brought by 'Origin Castle', especially the historical and archaeological materials provided by 'Sun' and the City of Silver, which let me always know Many incredible histories, of course, even so, I, who is currently favored by the true god, have died once, let alone other 'ancient scholars'?"

"Swapping the positions of 'Master of Miracles' and 'Ancient Scholar', the role-playing is relatively simple, unfortunately, there is no such if...

"In addition, the previous dual meanings are biased towards 'ancient', and the word 'scholar' must also be noted. Only by researching something from history can one be called a 'scholar'.

"Next, there are other plans to digest. Simply put, they are all archaeological..."

After confirming that pre-acting is effective and considering the future path, Klein combined the mystic knowledge gained in the promotion and the observation of his own divinity pattern, and relied on "divination" and practice to explore the ability of "ancient scholar" step by step .

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the ward.

TBC
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It is imperative to recast the double change today.

(End of this chapter)