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

Chapter 421 You have been discovered

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"Amon got Origin Castle... this is not good news."

There is no authority adjacent to the mysterious three paths, and the existence of gray fog cannot be felt.

Edward roamed the spirit world for a long time, and finally stopped.He looked at the seven pure lights on his side, and thought:
"Instead of tracking down Amon, it's better to analyze his next move."

"Anyway, he is definitely going to become a god. Collect all three Sequence Ones... It is really interesting that the earth has a very clear promotion standard. As long as their Sequence Ones are taken away, they will not dare to join even if they have uniqueness. The source quality becomes a god."

"By the way, how long will it take for the Master of Miracles to be resurrected? Today, Zaratul and Klein died suddenly together, and the two miracles will be resurrected together. Really die and wait passively, the injury should be repaired for a while, don't worry too much."

Edward is not very familiar with Amon's body, but he also asked the Amon who was caught by him, how strong their willingness to become the Lord of Mysteries was, and Amon's answer surprised him a little.

"I'll try it if I get the chance."

At that time, Amon adjusted the position of the monocle and said seriously:
"But I don't have a very strong will to become the Lord of Mysteries, because the main body—in fact, I also care about myself."

"The ontology cares a lot about the memory of the third era, and the history before the first era, that is, the old era. He wants to trace the traces of his father's existence. Of course, he knows the consequences of becoming the Lord of Mysteries, so he has been I was thinking about whether there was a tricky way, but both my father and Adam at that time expressed negative thoughts... My father said that no one can resist the fate that is bound to come, it is like a rolling stone, no matter how Even if you run away, one day they will catch up with you and crush you."

The "second slate of blasphemy" left by the Creator pointed out the way for the Extraordinary of later generations, but at the same time, the existence of the "safest" way would directly make them lose their courage and the courage to challenge the new route—anyway, the Outer God In my eyes, everything in the world is born from the same source, and all people and gods are hidden adjacent paths. As long as I eat this path and don't lose control, then we are adjacent.

As early as the ancient gods of the first and second eras, not all the ancient gods who devoured non-adjacent pathways were going crazy irrationally.

"The Sequence One where the thief escaped... I seem to have seen it? It should be called Pales Zoroast, parasitic on the body of a Nighthawk, um, that is equivalent to being under the protection of the God of Thunder Now, as long as he can be kept, Amon will not be too dangerous."

"The King of Angels who has obtained the source quality... If he can completely control the origin castle, his power should be stronger than the average true god."

Edward stopped, ready to go back to Klein's resurrection point for a while, when he suddenly thought of something.

He suddenly found a direction and walked quickly, and appeared in Intis in a blink of an eye, and then appeared in the Cathedral of Light in Trier, directly found Medici's position, and walked to the side uninvited one stop.

It was daylight now, and it was noon.

Medici, who was doing intelligence work, twitched his eyebrows, resisted the instinctive reaction to stand up from the chair, looked at the uninvited guest, and asked:

"What's your business?"

Edward didn't speak, just looked at him without saying a word, looking at Medici a little bit hairy.

What's wrong?Medici didn't speak, and slandered a few words. Just as he was about to continue to study the trace and direction of the "conqueror" Extraordinary characteristic of the Witch Sect at hand, he suddenly heard a prayer call.

"The symbol of iron and fire, the ruler of turmoil and strife."

"Is the not great God of War, Medici, here?"

This address...that kid is calling me again, hey, praise the Lord, everyone has a responsibility to care for children.Medici didn't take this joke-like prayer to heart, he heard the little crow he was familiar with praying loudly to him.One person yelled out layers of overlapping, ups and downs, which made Medici feel like he was using electric drills in all directions, and was almost brainwashed by surround sound prayers.

Medici answered the prayer with a glance at the demon standing near him.

Immediately afterwards, he noticed that Amon in the center of the picture seemed to be on a street, and there were many people walking around, which seemed to be a bit lively.This street is a little strange, it should not belong to Intis, at least not from Trier.

"what's up?"

Medici looked around and found nothing wrong.

Amon stood on the side of the street, and there was a long line beside him. It seemed that many people were waiting for something.He seemed to feel the gaze looking at him, waved his hand in the direction of Medici, and asked, "I'm in Feneport, and there is a restaurant here that is said to be very delicious. It will be served with beef, chili, and southern Continental spices, black pepper, various fruits and side dishes, do you want to try it too?"

"Your kid ran to Feneport? You were still in Intis a few days ago, and you ran really fast."

After the land pattern of the Northern Continent changed, Intis and Feneport bordered each other.And Amon has an abnormal interest in many things, and he always asks some "very un-Amon" questions when he goes out. Medici smiled. He remembered that Amon was still looking at Feysac's ice sculpture last month. I am very interested in art and want to get some statues of the Creator back, but in the end I gave up for some reason.

"Okay, wholesale? Five hundred copies."

Medici relaxed, and joked with Amon:

"Where is one serving enough? Can you just steal the chef and the recipe? Just improve the recipe for the logistics of my legion."

"The chef can't steal it. Why don't you invite him over? The recipe..." Amon pinched his own monocle frame with a carved silver edge and muttered for a while, and said to himself uncertainly, " The formula...should work, right? Fenepot and Intis are so far away, if you only use the Red of War for private use and don't spread it, maybe, probably, it won't have any impact on other people's business?"

Amon analyzed it for a while, and was eager to try.

He squeezed the monocle frame that he couldn't put it down, looked at the menu in the distance, and asked enthusiastically:

"Medici, what flavor do you want? Well, you will definitely like chili peppers. By the way, because the two countries in the Southern Continent are both independent and restored, the prices of the products in the Southern Continent have increased. The Southern Continent here Spices and chilies are limited, I want to try Bolognese noodles.”

"Where's your legion? Do you want to sell five hundred copies of chili noodles? Then I might as well steal a plantation from the Southern Continent and bring it back to you."

"By the way, do you know? During this period of time, I walked all the way south from Intis to Feneport. Feneport happened to have a festival during this period, and the girls had to pick the most beautiful flowers to give to their blessings." The Mother Goddess of Harvest chooses the most beautiful flowers to put on the altar, and hangs lanterns at night. I bought a lot of monocles here, and Fenepot particularly likes to use patterns of flowers, vines and food crops. I also like to cobble together gems, crystals and pearls into flowers, the more colors the more expensive. And people here generally prefer spicy food, you might like it here.”

He used his fingers to trace the lines of the monocle on his eye sockets, and a morning glory vine was carved on the silver frame very carefully.

Amon lined up and talked to himself. He talked energetically for a long time, but he didn't get a reply from Medici. He asked curiously:

"Are you busy? Then I won't talk to you."

"Amon."

Medici spoke, and Amon felt that his voice seemed a little different:
"Leave that alone, hurry up, and pray to the Lord."

"what happened?"

"Nothing, hurry up, hurry up and pray to the Lord!"

"But isn't father already... okay." Amon was a little puzzled. As early as he learned that the real creator set off for the Eastern Continent, he made up his mind not to recite the name of the creator during this time, because in response to this The honored one may not be the real Creator.

But at this moment, he seemed to have sensed something was wrong.As if something bad happened around him, Amon always felt that someone other than Medici was watching him, and his anxiety slowly climbed up his back along his spine.

Medici stared closely at the prayer picture in his mind, his pupils almost narrowed to a point, and looked straight behind Amon.

The person standing behind him also noticed Medici's gaze, squeezed his monocle, smiled and looked up at him.

The afternoon sun shone on the streets of Fenepot City, and the Amon He was familiar with was standing in line outside a popular old Feneport noodle restaurant.The sun is just right, the atmosphere is peaceful, and the crowd is bustling.

And behind him, at some point, a person wearing a classical wizard robe, a pointed soft hat, and a monocle that looked like crystal grinding appeared in his right eye.

The "man" smiled, waved and greeted Medici.

At the same time, Medici saw that the brightness of his prayer screen gradually dimmed, and there seemed to be gray mist floating in the corners around him, and the sunny city of Feneport became gloomy at this moment. Get scared.

The smiles on everyone's faces became stiff and dull, and their movements were frozen like marionettes.

And Amon was still standing there, he was the only person of color, and was chanting the honorable name of the ancient sun god—but he didn't say anything, his voice was stolen, only his lips were moving, showing in The scene in front of Medici was like an old mime!

As soon as this person appeared, the entire prayer screen began to flicker as if it was disturbed, and it became dark—Of course Medici knew what was going on, because Amon himself was the king of angels, far surpassing the current Him The degree of being able to spy!
Medici clenched his fists, and even wanted to laugh a little—when did Amon start using this method to scare people?
Not like a fraudster, not like a Trojan Horse of Destiny, but more like... a crafty mage!

"I couldn't go to Backlund at the beginning, but I was also collecting information through the middle and low sequence clones."

"The avatars on the periphery told me that there is no such thing as a Seer in Backlandry who is extremely poor in quality, disregards human life, believes in the Creator, and is good at beating suspects with his fists to make them tell the truth. Besides, this is really outrageous."

"...But didn't you still go to collect information? It's outrageous, so you still go to find it?" Medici couldn't help sneering and mocking, and at the same time tried his best to deliver information to the avatar, but the avatar was still praying, and seemed to have listened. No response from Medici.

However, his voice and thoughts had been stolen continuously, and he remained still for 1 minute in the motion of praying.

The main body squeezed his eye sockets, approached the ignorant avatar who was facing away from him, and looked at him with a curious and probing look: "Searching for such a person really wasted some of my time, and I found nothing. Let it go, I'm curious. It's incredible, although my avatars have a certain degree of independence, but you——have received the favor of a god, and it's really interesting that you can fool my thinking."

After all, he stretched out his hand towards him.

"Amon!"

Medici suddenly shouted: "Amon!"

"I'm listening." In Medici's roar, Amon patted his clone's shoulder with his hands. The latter woke up as if from a dream, and froze suddenly after seeing another self appearing in front of him.

"what is this?"

He took off the monocle that was not a symbol of authority from the clone that was too stiff to move, carefully observed its material and patterns on it, played with it in his hand for a while, and then smiled: "Very interesting."

Amon raised his head, looked at the clone, and raised the glasses in his hand:
"Is this what you 'chosen'?"

"Why are you wearing this thing? What's its meaning?"

"It doesn't make any sense..." the chest of the avatar was heaving violently, he couldn't take his eyes off the body that was close at hand, and his mouth couldn't control what he was thinking, "I like the pattern on it very much, The glasses are beautifully crafted…”

"like?"

Amon raised his eyebrows, looked at his attire, and asked again:

"Your clothes have nothing to do with your profession, and there are no 'travel enthusiasts' in Amon's group. Is this also your own choice?"

The avatar nodded with difficulty.

"Sure enough, it is you who have been transmitting false information to protect Klein Moretti who holds Sefirah Castle... You even met him once, but you didn't tell me... You and Medici made a plan to deceive me Your plan, and your reason is - you don't want me to get Origin Castle, you don't want me to be slowly influenced by the Lord of Mysteries, and then change your 'self'... Your changes are very interesting, very interesting."

"You are the first avatar that can clearly produce your own preferences and dislikes after leaving my sight."

"You were a mistake in my group, a hidden loophole, and now I've found you."

Amon looked at the glasses again with great interest, and crushed them calmly:
"Because I don't like it."

The eyes of the clone fell with the crystal fragments, and then he raised his head again, showing the same smile as Amon, and then took out a crystal monocle that was exactly the same as Amon from his pocket, and put it on his right eye place.

They looked up together, smiled friendlyly towards Medici's line of sight, and used "steal" at the same time!
Swish!Medici cut off his prayer in an instant, but at the same time, he felt that some memories related to Klein Moretti and the real Creator in his mind were blurred. They seemed to have been stolen by A Mon took it!

"Damn..."

Medici pressed his temple with one hand and cursed, "Damn it!"

"He was parasitized!"

"He's dead." Edward, who was standing next to him and watching now, calmly corrected his mistake, "I've been waiting for this."

Medici cursed a few times, the avatar was like a real friend, now that he no longer exists, War Angel was furious, looked at Edward who seemed not surprised by this development at all, and asked:

"You already knew this was going to happen?!"

"Is this your prophecy?! Or the fate you wrote?!"

"If you didn't remind me, I almost forgot that I could still write fate." Edward shook his head and pointed to his eyes, "I just saw his most likely fate... When I realized that Amon and After I met Klein, I knew he would definitely die."

"Because he participated in defrauding Amon?"

Medici sneered, clenched his hands slightly:

"Heh, a Sequence 3 clone can actually successfully deceive his own body... It's really embarrassing for him."

He was silent for a few seconds, and asked as if accepting reality: "Is this fate destined?"

"No, he had a chance to live on."

"What is it?"

"It was when he first met Klein."

While thinking, Edward observed the thread of fate that had come to an end: "If he chooses to be hostile to Klein when he meets Klein for the first time, or reports Klein's whereabouts to the main body—or, he If you don't help you guys deceive Amon, and just watch Klein being harassed by Backlund and Amon's avatar in Loen territory, he can survive."

Medici was stunned for a moment, feeling that he was full of swear words and didn't know who to say to.

"Right, one more thing."

Edward said: "Klein lost Origin Castle, do you think he is still your lord's favored person? Do you still want to protect him?"

Medici glanced at him in surprise, without thinking:

"nonsense."

TBC
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"I believe it, Amon believes it!"

"He really thought I was a two-meter-three-meter-tall giant fortune-teller, and He really thought I didn't know the 'fate' of becoming the Lord of Mysteries! He really only took Origin Castle away, and this fate already belongs to me! "

↑ God of Fraud

(End of this chapter)