Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 115 Amon
"Mr. Queen is also asking us for help..."

Audrey frowned.

"However, the current status of Miss 'Magician' who allows us to travel quickly through the spirit world is unknown."

Alger interjected.

"First, let 'Star' activate all the spirits he has deployed in Backlund to find the 'Queen', and then contact the vampires through Mr. 'Moon'."

Cattleya suggested.

"Yes. Judgment is also in Loen. Let her go to Backlund as soon as possible. She has an official background, so it will be easier for her to act. According to the Queen's description, the officials are probably going crazy now. If wild Beyonders interfere, it will cause big problems."

Audrey nodded. "As for us... even with the assistance of Mr. Hanged Man, it will take at least ten days for us to return to Bayam. During this time, we will try to contact the magician first."

……

This teleportation experience was not friendly to Fors.

She felt like she was put into a net bag used by laundry maids in the East District, and was repeatedly rubbed between the deformed doors and passages. If she hadn't eaten anything yesterday, she felt like she had vomited out all the food she had eaten the night before.

The last time she had a similar teleportation experience was when she had just mastered traveling. She was teleported to a place too far away, which caused the passage to the spirit world to be designed too narrow. She kept moving forward in the spirit world while spinning like a bullet. When she came out, she was dizzy for a long time.

Which star have I been thrown onto?

Fors staggered to his feet and looked around.

She found herself in a lush forest, and the forest seemed to intentionally block her spirituality. In addition, there was a strange ring on the trees, flowers, birds and animals. The dark vines on the trees were entangled in a ring and hung on the treetops, and there was always only one petal with a white edge.

Fors was a little fascinated by what she was watching. A breeze blew by, and she suddenly realized something.

The scroll of God is gone!
Fors' back was immediately soaked with cold sweat. The most important requirement for sealing this magical item, which was equivalent to a Sequence 2 item, was that there must always be someone appreciating it, otherwise the characters inside would come alive and enter the real world.

I don't want to be in a strange environment with an angel or something like that... Even though they don't need to eat anymore, I can't guarantee that they'll step on me while taking a walk one day.

Fors quickly used a short "trip" to search for the painting, and finally found it after more than ten minutes. It was quietly leaning against a tree with its back to Fors.

"More than ten minutes have passed. Although no big shot has appeared, there may be some small creatures that have escaped..."

Fors sighed and prepared to put the things into her beaded bag. There were several pirate spirits in it. Fors asked Audrey to hypnotize them and force them to keep looking at the painting.

However, to Fors's surprise, nothing came out from the vicinity of the painting, although there was indeed an angel in the picture, which seemed to be a legend left by another planeswalker.

But it’s better if it doesn’t come out, it will save me trouble…

As Fors thought of this, her face suddenly turned pale.

If no one is watching or appreciating the divine oil painting for more than a certain period of time, it is inevitable that the person inside will come out. But now there is no one around, and the oil painting is motionless.

So... who has been appreciating this painting until now?
Fors turned around tremblingly and saw the young man sitting behind her. He was wearing a black classical robe and a pointed soft hat of the same color. He had black curly hair, black eyes, a broad forehead, and a thin face.

The other party smiled at Fors in a friendly manner, and at the same time took out a crystal monocle from his pocket and put it on his right eye. At the same time, the surrounding trees, flowers, birds, and beasts suddenly became quiet, and the circular patterns on their bodies moved in unison to a position similar in proportion to the eyes.

Then, He stretched out His hand mischievously and greeted Fors, who was almost frightened to death, in the Intis way.

"Hi~（づ￣3￣）づ╭～"

Forsi: "ヽ(*.>Д<)o゜"

"You, you are, Amon?!!"

Fors had also seen the appearance of Amon in the form of the Sun. Although it was slightly different from his current appearance, there was no mistaking the crystal monocle and the cynical smile.

"bingo."

The black-haired young man jumped down from the tree root he was sitting on - no, that was not a tree root, it was clearly another clone of Amon, transformed into the shape of a tree root, with a monocle made of dark green moss just around the edge of the eye-shaped scar.

"Let's not talk about how you knew my name... I didn't expect to have guests here."

Amon opened his arms slightly and walked towards Fors. "At a time like this, will humans warmly welcome each other and hope that they will join their big family?"

When He said this, all the flowers, plants and trees around Him waved gently, and in a strange posture, they, or rather, their branches and leaves clapped their hands, as if to welcome Fors's arrival.

"Ah, they are my clones. Every once in a while, we will hold an election to select some clones to serve as residents, and others to form the ecological environment here. How about it, very humane, right?"

Amon chuckled, "Do you want to join in? I just burned a fish tank for myself yesterday using the sand from this planet."

"I want to burn the fish tank with you?"

Fors didn't follow Amon's train of thought for a moment.

"Haha, you talk so funny."

Amon smiled and said, "I will cheat some rules so that you can speak normally even if you turn into a fish."

"!!!"

Fors was horrified and wanted to use "travel" to escape, but the idea was immediately stolen by the other party. She could only stand there stupidly, watching Amon walk towards her with a brisk pace and humming a little tune.

Finding that he couldn't run away, Forsi simply stopped running and sat down on the tree stump behind him, finding a comfortable position.

However, after a few seconds, Fors found that she did not have any thoughts that did not belong to her. The Blasphemer Amon just stood in front of her, staring at her blankly, looking very confused.

Fors quickly touched her pocket and was relieved to find that there was no extra pair of monocles in it, and no scales had grown on her hands.

At this moment, Amon on the opposite side laughed.

"I see. Interesting, interesting."

He held onto his monocle, shook his body, and a bunch of transparent bugs with twelve segments fell off his body.

"Are you Klein... no, the follower of The Fool?"

(End of this chapter)