Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

Amon pushed the monocle in his right eye, and an unnatural stream of light flashed across it: "But I didn't do it, it's the 'circulation' left by Zoya. If you have moral feelings about it The resistance should be directed at Him, not me."

Esther turned her head in disbelief: "Isn't that crow squatting in the nest your clone?"

"Yes."

"Then what are you talking about? Don't make yourself feel like a victim, this is not something Zoya can do alone."

Not to mention that I already know you have no such thing as a moral conscience.Esther sneered in her heart, but didn't say it directly.She knew that she was still at a disadvantage, at least she shouldn't tear herself apart with Amon on the surface.

Amon's eyes narrowed suddenly: "I'm just helping you to recognize the reality. The gods are all existences close to me, including the big snake you saw and the 'hanged man'."

"Big snake?"

"Ourolius's nickname."

But Esther heard that Amon's words were referring to another god, "The Fool".

This made Esther even more amused. Amon really knew nothing about "The Fool". Esther had been saved by "The Fool" and had a glimmer of hope of relief. No one would be willing to let go of that person in hell. A spider's silk, Esther is no exception.

In this regard, Amon's transaction would be difficult to impress Esther in any case, not to mention that Esther is also a "thief", and she will not forget that Sequence [-] is a "scammer".

"An unrelated question, have you ever been in contact with the Aurora Society?" Amon asked with a smile.

Esther suddenly felt alert: "I have seen him, but I haven't had much contact with him."

Amon noticed her tense shoulders, and deliberately took another step in front of Esther, which made Esther take two steps back subconsciously, opening the distance between her and Amon.

"If you are not used to it, I can also communicate with you in the form of a crow."

It took Esther a lot of effort not to let herself show her hatred. After meeting Amon, her previously indifferent mood became turbulent frequently: "Thank you, there is no need."

Amon pushed the monocle, and a sudden memory appeared in Esther's head.

He really couldn't steal, but it didn't mean that Amon couldn't send something out through "return", forcefully giving it to someone who wasn't willing to accept it.

Esther felt an unnatural humming sound in her head again, as if she might fall into a coma in the next moment.

"What you gave me is not just a memory..." Esther clenched the "pale bone nail" in her right hand, and kept repeating to herself in her heart that she must not do it rashly, because she couldn't beat Amon's body.

Amon looked troubled, as if he felt very sorry for Esther's calm performance:

"Of course, there is also the pollution contained in the memory, which is a good condiment. But Zoya is really cleverly designed, even if he is not dominant, you can still use his ability.

"Don't be so dissatisfied, you can calm down and look at the part of the memory I gave you, and learn about their true colors. If you don't care, then you can abandon your poor moral heart and accompany him to go crazy."

Even if I know his purpose, know that he is trying to drive a wedge between my trust in Hells and Ulorius, and know that I should never listen to any guiding words from his mouth...

But when Amon said this sentence, Esther's brain subconsciously mobilized that part of the redundant memory to make a further detailed understanding of the conversation.

Even the smell of blood in her memory was so strong that it made her feel physically nauseous.

Esther can be sure that Amon did it on purpose. The simple memory is more hazy and fuzzy, and there is absolutely no sensory stimulation that is so clear that it makes people sick.

The main perspective of memory is constantly shaking, and it is obvious that "I" is running hard, trying to escape the mansion with peculiar decoration style. The crimson moonlight spreads through the neat floor-to-ceiling windows, kissing the blood on the fugitive's hands.

But in the end a shadow emerged from the corner and pounced on the people who were trying to escape. The pain of being devoured made "I" scream and startled a bird flapping its wings outside the window.

This memory is just one of them.

When Esther withdrew from these memories and regained her cognition steadily, she subconsciously covered her mouth, feeling more nausea than fear.

"I told you, don't be fooled by the appearances they show you. This is the true face of the 'Hanged Man'. As for Zoya's true face, you have seen it now. You can have naive expectations. Seek their help." Amon spread his hands towards the town behind the light, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

His eyes under the monocle are as dark as a secluded well:

"I even know that you still have the protection of the night on your body, so do you know that he also participated in the betrayal of my father? The night here contains part of his remaining divine power, and the darkness outside...

"He once tried to completely uproot and hide this entire town, even though this was our preparation for Zoya to stay. The night is the true god who controls the 'secret'. There is no reason why Zoya and I are so naive. It’s a little secret, He can tell who this town is pointing to just by looking at it.”

Esther subconsciously covered the holy emblem of the night with her hand, unable to say anything.

She looked inside the light curtain again, and a carriage carrying a large amount of woven goods crashed into it, and it collapsed into light spots a few steps away from her. It will appear here and repeat the process of disappearing again.

After a long time, Amon stretched out his hand and knocked on the solid light curtain: "I also heard that Zoya was the 'star of hope' that accompanied my father in the dark night before she followed him."

"Who told you that?"

"A paranoid."

Esther felt that she shouldn't believe a single word, but the special ability of "spiritual intuition" to accept information allowed her to clearly distinguish what Amon said - when a "conspirator" told the truth, Even acting too sincerely, this is what frightened her the most.

Esther's fingers rested on the edge of the cloak, touching the bright red with a little warmth. She tried to seek clarification from her "spiritual intuition", but after "Zoya" approached this place, she became completely silent. .

Esther glanced back at the black mist that floated like a veil: "What you heard is true. I once dreamed about Zoya's memories, the goddess of the night and Ouroleus, and..."

Amon urged her to continue with his eyes and said, "There is more?"

"Dazhbog."

The smile on Amon's face appeared again, but it was quite shallow, with a strange sense of reminiscence: "I haven't heard this title for many years, what does it mean?"

"I do not know."

"That's a pity."

This is a not-so-sincere truth, and Esther can hear it, and Amon seems a little dissatisfied that she doesn't know anything about it.

However, Amon did not expand on the topic of this title: "By the way, it is necessary to say one more thing. The dream in which the dark night and the big snake appear at the same time is basically not a dream. It is almost a phantom of the wrestling between the two."

"As a result, the dream collapsed very quickly." Esther rubbed her forehead. The previous memories related to the Aurora Society were gradually fading away. After talking about other topics, the discomfort caused by excessive blood was quickly fading.

Amon pushed up his monocle happily: "That's right, you also mentioned this to me. But I didn't expect that He would come to you so early. It can only be that Zoya deliberately contacted the night. Otherwise, His luck, how could your life be in danger, even living in Chanis Gate?"

"What are you talking about? I'll be with you when—whatever you want."

Esther didn't realize Amon's meaning until halfway through her speech. He directly blamed himself on what Esther had told Xiao Qi, which made Esther's anger that had finally calmed down begin to flow out again.

"Are you angry?" Amon asked, making it hard not to feel that he was deliberately provoking.

"Yes, I am very angry."

"Shouldn't that be a good thing for you?"

Upon hearing such an understatement, Esther's figure flashed and was already in front of Amon. She tightly pulled up the collar of Amon's black robe and stared at him angrily.

Amon lowered his head slyly with a smile, and even slightly tolerantly obeyed the pull.He looked back at the lady grabbing his collar, like looking at a fish struggling in a stagnant pond, wondering if it had the ability to jump out of the pond.

She knew that there was nothing she could do, but she was still annoyed by the doomed result. Why?Why did Zoya choose such a person?Is it because He has his own understanding of human nature?Or is it because of the instructions left by the father?

Amon is looking forward to Esther's further actions.

Esther noticed that he was looking into her eyes, but her gaze went beyond the existence of "Esther", and she was always just staring at the circular starburst imprint.

"If you want to confront 'Zoya' so much, steal my ideas and find a way to parasitize me!" Esther's voice was very low, cold because of suppressing her anger, "Could it be that you are still afraid ?”

Esther's hands grasping Amon's collar loosened uncontrollably and hung down softly, her strength was stolen.

But the next moment, the stolen control power was returned, and Amon pinched his right eye socket: "Of course I can get rid of Zoya's ability, but I will also find it troublesome, his pollution is silent, Even the true God may be affected.”

"How is it possible? You are great gods and angels, existences that mortals can't even imagine..." Esther took two steps back, put her face in front of the light screen again, and cast her sights on the town. Compassion dilutes the anger deep inside.

Those voices from the town never completely stopped.

Amon clicked on the city inside the light curtain: "If your god can erode your self-awareness with just a thought, then what are you? You will forget who you are on the road of longing for light, Your destiny becomes His thread, and His destiny becomes your destination.”

Esther's lips moved, but no words came out.

"This is the truth that Zoya can anchor others, we are the same kind."