Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 33 It’s broken, I’m an undercover agent
"I'm planning to open a tavern in Backlund, and I'd like to hire you as my employee." Serris kindly poured Amon a glass of soda bean juice.

"You hire a thief as an employee?" Amon smiled, took a sip of the soda soy milk, and his expression suddenly froze.

"Ahem," Amon put down his cup, "Is this the specialty drink in your tavern?"

Ceris changed the subject: "I don't care about most of the tavern's property, and I believe you don't care about it either. As for the small portion that is valuable, you can't steal it."

"Really?" Amon cooperated and let his attention be diverted. He quietly stole the taste from his mouth and threw it out of the window.

"Ah, ugh..." The cries and vomiting sounds of innocent passers-by were heard downstairs at a very timely moment.

Serris snapped his fingers, and a synthesizer appeared beside Serris. He spread his hands to indicate that Amon could try.

Amon stretched out his hand to grab the synthesizer, but the synthesizer failed to steal it. Instead, he grabbed a ball of light with blue, purple and green colors mixed together.

Then, Amon's left hand, which he had used to steal, was covered with wounds, as if it had been cut by a sharp blade.

"That's right. The patrol will punish you according to the extent of your theft."

"Hunting..." Amon pondered the word in his mouth, "How interesting." This time he did not steal the wound directly, but tried to deceive the wound to make it recover.

"Hmm... Can you help me remove this energy before we continue talking?" The ability to defraud was obviously ineffective.

Serris retracted the power of his hunting mission: "How about this? I'll tell you a little about them, some common sense about our side. After this, you will become an employee of my tavern, and I will provide you with shelter."

"I don't need your protection." Amon looked at his recovered palm in amazement.

"Really? You should have lost contact with your original form by now." Serris didn't care about Amon's refusal. "After you obtained this mask, you are no longer His clone but a complete individual. How He will treat thieves other than Him, especially 'interesting' thieves, I think you should know better than me, right?"

Amon remained silent.

"Isn't this also why you planned for me to help you get rid of the other Amons who were present at the time?"

Amon was silent for a long time: "We need to define this employee."

Amon would definitely find such an obvious loophole.

"of course."

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After a period of negotiation, the two reached a certain degree of consensus.

Amon smiled and said, "Do you need to find a high-sequence person from the Sun Path to sign a contract? I have a suitable candidate here."

"No, I have a more suitable one... Chosen by God." Serris rejected Amon's "kindness." He didn't think Amon would be so kind.

Amon raised his eyebrows, "God? Haha, this is really interesting."

"Well, before we sign the contract, as a gift, let me tell you about some things that may interest you." This was one of the conditions just agreed upon.

"First, you need to clarify the concepts of [Star God] and [Destiny]."

"Star God..." Amon repeated the word.

"I know what you're thinking. It's not what you think." "Really?"

Serris put on a pair of black-framed glasses and pulled out a blackboard from somewhere: "Let's continue..."

After spending some time, Serris explained to Amon what destiny and the Star God were.

Amon pondered: "So, I am now on the path to happiness? Why haven't I heard of this before?"

"Perhaps there was no such thing as destiny here?"

"Did he once have no destiny?" Amon glanced at Serris, suddenly understanding something and laughing. "Roselle has written many novels, including time-travel novels."

"Maybe you can call me a visitor from outer space too."

"Hmm..." Amon lowered his head and played with the mask in his hand, looking at the twelve lifelike time worms painted on it.

"Why? You want to experience it? Experience the power of this mask?"

"I'm a little curious." Amon didn't hide it.

"Hehe, let's sign the contract first. We'll have plenty of time to play around later."

Amon looked up, not knowing what he was thinking: "Okay."

"Then it's time to sign the contract." Serris stood up.

"To the Star God?" Amon also stood up, and the two stood face to face.

"Correct."

Serris raised his hand, and a strange energy connected the two of them. Amon suddenly felt the surrounding scene become distorted, and twisted lines of various colors appeared before his eyes, making him feel a little dizzy.

Amon felt this new energy and asked, "Which destiny's ability is this? Is it order?"

"It's harmony mixed with order," Serris explained.

Amon nodded, and Serris continued the ritual, the sound of harmonious music emanating from his mouth.

"O three-faced soul, please bear witness to our oath and brand our tongues and palms with a hot iron so that we cannot tell lies, swear falsely, or break our vows."

Serris originally wanted to use his own use of [Harmony] to act as a witness, to tune himself and Amon and swear an oath.

But after Serris spoke, he felt the gaze, the gaze that came from across infinity.

Ceris and Amon's consciousness became a little hazy, and the image of Hipe, a thousand-faced figure with a smile and closed eyes, was reflected in their eyes.

He used Serris's identity as the harmonic note as the reference point, and with Serris's prayers and calls as the driving force, the Harmonic Star God descended into this universe.

Oh no, I'm an undercover agent. This was Serris's true inner thought.

【Oh, please come in, Madam.】

(End of this chapter)