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

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

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

Edward wandered in 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 Amon again, it is better to analyze his next behavior."

"Anyway, he will definitely become a god. Collect three copies of Sequence One... It's so interesting that the earth has a very clear standard for promotion. As long as their Sequence One is taken away, they will not dare to devote themselves even if they have uniqueness. Sephiroth becomes God.”

"By the way, how long will it take for the Miracle Master to be resurrected? Today, Zaratul and Klein died suddenly. The two Miracles are going to be resurrected together. It is really a grand scene that has never been seen before... Zaratul can actively control himself, but Klein can only If you really die and wait passively, the injury should still need to be repaired for a while, so there is no rush."

Edward was not too familiar with Amon, but he did ask the Amon he captured how strong their desire was to become the Lord of Mysteries, and Amon's answer surprised him a little.

"I would try it if I had the chance."

At that time, Amon adjusted the position of his monocle and said seriously:

"But I don't have a very strong will to become the Lord of Mysteries, because the main body - actually also cares about myself."

"The main body cares very much about the memories of the Third Era, the history before the First Era, that is, the Old Era, and wants to trace the traces of my father's existence. Of course, He also knows the consequences of becoming the Lord of Mysteries, so He has been I was thinking about whether there was a way to take advantage of it, but both my father and Adam at that time expressed their rejection of his idea... My father said that no one can resist the fate that is bound to come, it is like a rolling stone, no matter how hard it is, Even if you run away, one day it will catch up with you and crush you."

The "second blasphemous slate" left by the Creator pointed out the way for the extraordinary people of later generations, but at the same time, the existence of the "safest" road directly caused them to lose courage and the courage to challenge new routes - anyway, under the control of the outer gods In my eyes, everything in the world comes from the same origin, 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 in the first and second eras, not all the ancient gods who devoured non-adjacent paths were going crazy without reason.

"The first sequence of the thief's escape... I think I've seen it before? It should be called Pales Zoroastrian, parasitizing the body of a Nighthawk. Well, that's equivalent to being under the protection of the God of Thunder. As long as he can be protected, Amon will not be in too much danger."

"The King of Angels who has obtained the source of essence...if he can completely control the Source Castle, his power should be stronger than that of ordinary true gods."

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

He suddenly found a direction and moved forward quickly. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in Intis, and then appeared in the Cathedral of Light in Trier. He directly found the location of Medici and walked to the side uninvited. one stop.

It's daybreak now and it's noon.

Medici, who was doing intelligence work, raised his eyebrows, resisted the instinctive reaction of standing up from the chair, looked at the uninvited guest, and asked:

"What's your business?"

Edward said nothing and looked at him without saying a word, making Medici feel a little scared.

What's wrong? Medici said nothing and cursed a few times. Just as he was about to continue studying the traces and directions of the extraordinary characteristics of the "Conqueror" of the Witch Sect at hand, he suddenly heard a prayer being called.

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

"Is Medici, the great god of war, here?"

This title...it's that kid calling me again, oh, 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 was stunned and shouted out the overlapping and ups and downs effect, which made Medici feel like electric drills were being used in all directions, and he was almost brainwashed by the surround sound prayer.

Medici glanced at the demon standing near him and answered the prayer.

Immediately afterwards, he noticed that Amon in the center of the picture seemed to be on a street. There were many people walking around, and it seemed to be a bit lively. This street is a bit unfamiliar. It shouldn't be from Intis, at least not from Trier.

"What's up?"

Medici looked around and found nothing wrong.

Amon stood on the side of the street, with a long queue beside him, as if many people were waiting for something. He seemed to feel the gaze directed at him, waved his hand in the direction of Medici, and asked: "I am in Feneport. There is a restaurant here that is said to be very delicious Bolognese. It is paired with beef, chili, and Nanjing." Continental spices, black pepper, various fruits and side dishes, do you want to try them too?"

"Did you run to Feneport? You were in Intis a few days ago. You ran so fast."

After the land pattern of the northern continent changed, Intis and Feneport bordered. And Amon is extremely interested in many things. He always asks some "very un-Amon" questions when he goes out. Medici smiled. He remembered that last month Amon was still looking at Fusac's ice sculpture. I was very interested in art and wanted to get some statues of the Creator back, but in the end I gave up for some unknown reason.

"Okay, wholesale? Five hundred copies."

Medici felt relaxed and joked with Amon:

"One portion is not enough. Can you just steal the chef and the recipe? It's just for my legion's logistics to improve the recipe."

"Chefs can't be stolen, why don't you invite them over? The recipe..." Amon muttered for a while while holding his monocle frame with carved silver edges, and said to himself uncertainly, " The formula... should be fine, right? Fenebaud and Intis are so far away, so if your War Red is only for private use and not spread around, maybe, probably, it won't have any impact on other people's business?"

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

He pinched the frame of his beloved monocle, looked at the menu in the distance, and asked enthusiastically:

"Medici, what flavor do you want? Well, you will definitely like peppers. By the way, because the two countries in the Southern Continent have become independent, the prices of the products in the Southern Continent have increased. The spices and peppers are limited, and I want to try the Bolognese."

"Where is your legion? Do you want to sell five hundred portions of chili noodles? Then I might as well steal a plantation from the southern continent and give it to you."

"By the way, do you know? During this time, I walked all the way south from Intis to Feneport. There was a festival in Feneport during this time, and girls had to pick the most beautiful flowers to offer to His Grace. The Mother Goddess of People's Harvest chooses the most beautiful flowers to put on the altar, and hangs lanterns at night. I bought a lot of monocles here. Fenebote especially likes to use patterns of flowers, vines and food crops. They also like to put gems, crystals and pearls together to look like flowers. The more colors, the more expensive they are. And people here generally prefer spicy food, so you might like it here.”

He traced the lines of the monocle on his eye sockets with his fingers, and a morning glory vine was carefully carved on the silver frame.

Amon stood in line and talked to himself. He talked energetically for a long time, but did not 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:

"Don't worry about that now, hurry up and pray to the Lord."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, hurry up, hurry up and pray to the Lord!"

"But isn't my father already... okay?" Amon was a little confused. As early as he learned that the true Creator set off for the Eastern Continent, he had made up his mind not to recite the Creator's honorable name during this period of time, because in response to this The one who honors the name may not be the true Creator.

But at this moment, he seemed to notice something was wrong. As if something bad was happening around him, Amon always felt that someone other than Medici was looking at him, and uneasiness slowly crawled up his spine.

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

The man standing behind him also noticed Medici's gaze, pinched his monocle, and looked up at Him with a smile.

The afternoon sun shone on the streets of Feneport City, and the familiar Amon stood in line outside a popular old Feneport noodle restaurant. The sun was just right, the atmosphere was peaceful, and the crowds were bustling.

Behind him, a man wearing a classical wizard robe, a pointed soft hat, and a monocle that looked like it was made of crystal suddenly appeared in his right eye.

The "man" smiled, waved and said hello to Medici.

At the same time, Medici saw that the brightness of his prayer screen was dimming one by one, and there seemed to be faint gray mist floating in the surrounding corners. The sunny city of Feneport became eerie at this moment. Become terrified.

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

And Amon was still standing there, he was the only person with color, reciting the honorable name of the ancient sun god - but he didn't say anything, his voice was stolen, only his lips moved, displayed in The scene in front of Medici was like an old mime!

As soon as this person appeared, the entire prayer screen began to flash and turn gray as if it had been disturbed - Medici certainly knew what was going on, because Amon's true form was the King of Angels, far more than he is now. To the extent that I can spy on you!

Medici clenched his fists and even wanted to laugh a little - since when did Amon start using this method to scare people?

Not like a deceiver, not like a Trojan of Destiny, but like... a trickster!

"I was unable to go to Backlund at the beginning, but I was also collecting intelligence through mid- and low-sequence clones."

"The clones on the periphery told me that there is no soothsayer in Backlundry who is extremely poor in quality, cares little about human life, believes in the Creator, and is good at beating suspects with fists to get them to reveal the truth. Besides, this is really outrageous."

"...But didn't you still go to collect intelligence? You still went to search for it, right?" Medici couldn't help but sneered and mocked, and at the same time tried his best to deliver information to the clone, but the clone was still praying and seemed to have listened. There was no response from Medici.

And his voice and thoughts had been stolen continuously, and he remained still for a minute in a praying motion.

The main body pinched his eye sockets, approached the clone who knew nothing and turned his back to him, and looked at him with a curious and inquiring look: "I did waste some time searching for such a person, and found nothing. But this is also me It's laissez-faire, I'm curious. It's incredible. Although my clones all have a certain degree of independence, you - you have received the blessing of a god, and you can actually deceive my thinking. It's really interesting."

After saying this, He stretched out his hand to him.

"Amon!"

Medici suddenly shouted: "Amon!"

"I'm listening." Amid Medici's roar, Amon patted his clone on the shoulder. The latter suddenly froze when he woke up from a dream and saw another self appearing in front of him.

"What's this?"

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

Amon raised his head, looked at the clone, and raised the glasses in his hand:

"Is this what you 'choose'?"

"Why are you wearing this? What's the point of it?"

"It makes no sense..." The clone's chest rose and fell violently, and he couldn't take his eyes away from the body that was so close. He spoke out his thoughts uncontrollably, "I like the pattern on it very much. The workmanship of these glasses is very nice..."

"like?"

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

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

The clone nodded with difficulty.

"As expected, you have been passing on false information to protect Klein Moretti, who holds the Source Castle... You even met with him, but you didn't tell me... You and Medici made a plan to deceive me. plan, and your reason is - you don’t want me to get the 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 clone that can clearly formulate your own preferences and dislikes after being out of my sight."

"You were the mistake that appeared in my group, the hidden vulnerability, and now I've discovered you."

Amon looked at the glasses again with great interest and calmly crushed them:

"Because I don't like it."

The clone's eyes followed the falling crystal fragments. Then, he raised his head again, showing the same smile as Amon. Then he took out a crystal monocle from his pocket that was exactly the same as Amon, and put it on his right eye. at.

They looked up together, smiled friendly towards where Medici looked, and used "Steal" at the same time!

Uh-huh! Medici instantly interrupted his prayers, but at the same time, he felt that some memories related to Klein Moretti and the true Creator in his mind were blurred. They seemed to have been stolen and used by Ah Meng was taken away!

"Damn..."

Medici pressed one hand on his temple and cursed: "Damn it!"

"He's parasitized!"

"He's dead." Edward, who was standing next to Him and watched until now, calmly corrected his mistake, "I was waiting for this."

Medici cursed a few times. The clone was like a real friend. Now he no longer existed. War Angel was furious. He looked at Edward, who didn't seem surprised by this development at all, and asked:

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

"Is this your prophecy?! Or is it the destiny you wrote?!"

"If you don't remind me, I almost forgot that I can also write my destiny." Edward shook his head and pointed at his eyes, "I just saw his most likely destiny... When I realized that Amon and After meeting Klein, I knew he would definitely die."

"Because he participated in defrauding Amon?"

Medici sneered and clenched his hands slightly:

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

He was silent for a few seconds, then 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."

Edward was thinking while observing the thread of fate that had come to an end: "If he chooses to be hostile to Klein when he first meets him, or reports Klein's whereabouts to the main body - or, he If I don’t help you deceive Amon and watch with cold eyes as Klein is being tested and harassed by Backlund and Amon’s clones in Loen, he can survive.”

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

"By the way, there's one more thing."

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

Medici glanced at him in surprise, without even thinking:

"nonsense."

TBC

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"I believe it, Amon believes it!"

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

↑The God of Deception