Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 116 Half asleep and half awake
What is He saying?
Fors's mind was in a mess.

Did He just say Klein? As I recall, this is Mr. World's name, right?
Fors glanced at Amon cautiously and found that he seemed to have discovered something interesting and did not do anything further to her. Only then did she feel relieved and started thinking.

Oh, yes, I remember now. Mr. Fool said that He once used Mr. World's body to play a game with Amon in the God-Forsaken Land...

Amon must have mistaken the "world" for Mr. "Fool" at that time, so he deliberately said it to make me waver...

Fors thought bitterly.

This Amon is really abominable... I, I am devoted to Mr. Fool!
For thought about imitating the way the characters in his novels expressed contempt, such as spitting, to strengthen his firm belief in Mr. Fool, but when he thought that the creatures around him might be Amon's clones, he gave up in the end.

If I spit on one of Amon's clones and He takes it as a provocation, I'm afraid I'll die here...

"But, He should have fallen asleep."

Amon ignored Fors's wild thoughts, but just lowered his head in deep thought and muttered to himself. After a while, he raised his head and smiled warmly at Fors, which made Fors's whole body go hairy.

"I changed my mind."

"What's the idea?"

Fors asked nervously.

"Your coming to the starry sky seems to constitute a certain condition,"

Amon absentmindedly played with the edge of his black robe with his fingers.

"After this condition is met, He can respond to a certain extent. I was stopped by Him just now... As expected of a half-'mystery', even the little bit of power he used during the fight with that person can stop an angel."

"Don't bother trying to find out what's different about you - the shield you use to protect yourself from pollution you can't detect is also invisible to you."

Seeing Fors curiously touching her body, wanting to see if she had any changes, Amon said with some amusement.

"Okay, now let's get back to my new idea."

Amon adjusted his monocle, a cunning light flashing in his black eyes.

"It seems that I can't pose a threat to you - although I can find a way to bypass this restriction, but that's too troublesome. Besides, I didn't come here for tourism, but for my own purpose, which requires me to search around the nearby planets."

"But now I have lost my uniqueness and Bethel's ability. When traveling between stars, I can only steal distance little by little. It is incomparable to the apprentice's teleportation..."

Amon ignored Fors's horrified look and put his hand on Fors's shoulder. He said in a gentle tone in Fors's ear:

"Pallez gave me some inspiration. I will parasitize you more gently and will not threaten your safety. You can use your teleportation ability to take me on a trip here. Once my brother succeeds, I will allow you to leave."

"Don't worry about me lying... After all, with that guy's protection, if I really do something wrong, it will allow Him to influence the real world more. And I don't want to see that happen."

"But, but, I'm only Sequence 4, so I can't perform interstellar teleportation..."

Fors said tremblingly.

Amon was silent. The two continued to stare at each other.

“Based on what I saw from Klein, what should I say to express my emotions at this time…”

Amon frowned and pondered for a while, then suddenly grinned and said in an extremely exaggerated tone:

“No way, no way, there really can’t be someone who hasn’t even reached Sequence 3? You guys are so pitiful…”

Fors: “…”

I don’t know why I feel so angry now, but I can’t beat Him…

When The Fool was asleep, he and the Tarot Club members agreed on some forms of rewards in the form of a verbal contract. This way, even if He did not wake up, He could use some authority to bypass restrictions and provide some protection to the Tarot Club members.

The conditions set by Fors and The Fool were that she would help The World write some biographies, investigate the status of the Abraham family and Mr. Door's information, and Mr. Fool would give her shelter when she had the hope of becoming a planeswalker and had to go to the starry sky.

Although I am only Sequence 4 now, I still have the “hope” of becoming a planeswalker. And the situation just now really has no other solution except being exiled to the starry sky, so I “must go to the starry sky”...

For thought about it and felt that he had sorted out the connection.

Promotion "A planeswalker must indeed go to the stars, but the two can also be satisfied at the same time without any connection. Mr. Fool anticipated this situation from the beginning, so he was deliberately vague... He, He is indeed resourceful and omniscient!

Moreover, He did not specify the specific type of protection, so He could prevent me from being eroded by the pollution deep in the starry sky, and could also help me resist Amon’s threat...

Thinking of this, Fors felt relieved and began to think seriously about it.

……

On the other side, on Rose Street, at Altaïr's home.

When Altaïr first joined the Tarot Club, he was only at Sequence 8, and now he is about to be promoted to Sequence 7.
Although Altaïr was unaware of this, he fulfilled one of Mr. Fool's promises without being aware of it: to raise his own sequence as much as possible in order to prepare for the end of the world.

This is a task issued to all Tarot Club members. Even Altaïr, who joined later and is also a member of the Tarot Club, can use a similar method to allow Mr. Fool to exert a similar influence.

However, the strength of this influence is related to the member's current sequence. Given Altaïr's current sequence, the influence Mr. Fool can have is very limited.

Altaïr wiped the tears of joy from his face, and before the candle on the table had burned out, he tore off the necklace on his chest that was used for the ceremony, took off his ring, brooch and cufflinks, and threw them on the ground so as not to affect the ceremony table.

Then, he picked up the bottle of witch potion on the table without hesitation.

In the magic mirror placed in the center of the magic mirror divination venue, which was temporarily interrupted, his face, which had become somewhat soft and neutral, was reflected. Under the crimson moonlight, the false spirituality in his body caused by the ritual was restlessly stirring, and his tied-up black hair slowly fell down like a quietly flowing river.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Altaïr twitched his lips twice, as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back. Finally, he just looked at the mirror and smiled peacefully.

"Happy New Year, Mr. Witch."

Then he drank the four-color potion in the bottle.

(End of this chapter)