Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 326 Amon and "The World"

"What are you thinking about?"

A familiar voice sounded from behind Venata.

Without turning around, Venata knew that it was Annie who came in. The reason was simple, the demigod of the Tarot Club would not ask such questions, not only because she was not interested in it, but also because if she was interested, she could just look at it directly.

"A lot of things."

Vinata turned sideways to make way for Annie.

After taking a quick glance at Anne who was standing silently beside her, Venata turned her gaze back to the parade outside the window.

Now the parade team is lining up in the square in front of the gate. Led by a few leaders, hundreds of thousands of marchers are forming loose columns, waving brightly colored flags, shouting messy slogans in different accents, and dividing into two teams, walking towards the Church of the God of War and the government building respectively.

"What do you think?"

Without moving her eyes again, Vinata looked at the parade and asked Anne beside her.

The latter was silent for a while, and then said slowly: "Feysac is going to be in chaos again."

Vinata was also silent. This was obvious. The parade in Indo Port was just the tip of the iceberg. According to the telegrams received in the past few days, similar things also happened in Saint Milon and Yakir. From the Evernight Plain to the Antares Mountains, a parade craze that had never been seen before swept across the entire Feysac.

In the world war that just ended and swept across the northern and southern continents, Loen and Feynaport were the final victorious nations. However, the actual benefits the two countries gained did not seem as much as it seemed.

The Einhorn family of Feysac was not as strong as the Augustus family of Loen. Unfortunately, this was an empire with a relatively high degree of feudalism. Thinking carefully, it seemed that every decision made before had laid hidden dangers for the future.

And now, hidden dangers are being detonated one by one.

The shouts of the parade outside the window reached their ears. There were relatively mild shouts of "Oppose the rationing system, we want bread", and more radical shouts of "Get out, Loen charlatan", and "Feysac can only be managed by Feysac people".

It was similar to the protest that had taken place in Backlund before, except that this protest seemed to involve something deeper and more sensitive.

If the previous march in Backlund was only to realize the people's wish for a ceasefire, the current march in Feysac sent out a more dangerous signal:
In order to achieve their wishes, the people seem willing to provoke bloody conflicts again.

The object of the conflict could be Rune, the domestic bourgeoisie, or the decadent Einhorn family.

Looking at the excited crowd, Vinata suddenly had this thought in her mind.

Perhaps, after the failure of this war, changing one's faith was no longer enough to heal the pain of one's fellow Feysac people.

"What they are eager to overturn may be more than just a simple food control system, perhaps something else."

Vinata whispered, and Anne's face was gloomy. She didn't agree rashly, but both of them had several similar answers in their minds.

Feudal rule, Loen's infiltration, and even further...

Faith in God.

After thinking of this possibility, Vinata felt a chill in her heart.

In a world where gods do exist, belief in gods has a different meaning. More importantly, some people can indeed get responses, but they do not respond frequently to ordinary people's informal prayers, and the probability is about the same as a lottery.

However, the people of Feysac no longer have the patience nor the capital to wait for the response from the gods.

"What...will happen next?"

As if unable to bear the suffocating silence, Anne asked in a low voice.

Vinata remained silent, and she could only remain silent.

Ever since the "Justice" lady who called herself Audrey arrived at the family, all decision-making power regarding major events involving extraordinary incidents was concentrated in her hands. Vinata was only responsible for handling the parade and could not predict what would happen next.

Venata thought back to the day when Miss Justice had just arrived at the family. She suddenly appeared in her bedroom, looking tired.

When Audrey saw Vinata, her first words were the awkward sentence that Emperor Roselle had said:

“The wheel of history has begun to roll forward.”

Her temperament was still majestic, as befitted her status as a saint, but Vinata could still keenly sense her fatigue, like the expression on the face of a gambler who had staked his entire fortune on the betting table when he was about to place his bet.

"Where is the front?" Vinata asked in confusion.

"That's the problem," Audrey said, with a complex expression on her face, difficult to tell whether she was happy or sad. "For humans, no matter where we go, we are moving forward."

……

Inside the church on the Reflection Star.

Fors finally pushed the last stone tablet to the designated position, then sat down against it, breathing heavily.

The physique of a demigod is indeed very strong compared to that of an ordinary person, but whether it is an apprentice, a fortune teller, or a thief, the enhancement of the physical body through these three paths is quite weak. In a pure competition of strength, even Sequence 5 or Sequence 6 is at most equivalent to Sequence of the "Sailor" or "Warrior" path.

Moreover, pushing these stone tablets is not just a physical job. If you want to confirm the contents on them, you have to inject spirituality into each of the stone tablets one by one, which is not an easy task.

The most frustrating thing was that all the stone tablets were exactly the same in style and could not be distinguished from a distance. The only way to confirm the order was one by one. Fors found the wrong stone tablet several times, and it was not until she had been pushing the stone tablet for nearly half an hour that Amon gloated and told her that she had found the wrong one, so she had to start all over again.

Speaking of Amon, this guy found a high place to sit down from the beginning, took out a deck of cards from somewhere, and played a game of fighting evil with his two clones...

If the opponent's card game had not taken a long time, he should have discovered that the stone tablet pushed by Fors was incorrect from his position of wide vision.

Fors leaned against the stone tablet that had been pushed to the correct position, and felt that the blurry golden figure on the adjacent stone tablet seemed to have an expression at this moment, and was laughing at him.

This damn guy...

Fors repeatedly stroked her violently heaving chest, and only then did she manage to calm herself down.

It just so happens that Mr. Fool asked me to write a biography for Mr. World. I have already finished The Mysteries of Moriarty and Hermann Crusoe, but I still lack his deeds in the High Sequence...

After thinking of a way to take revenge, Fors made up his mind that after returning, he must write the story of how he beat Amon in the biography of "The World" - of course, this is a version that has been processed through subjective art.

After an unknown amount of time, Fors heard footsteps coming from beside him. Amon put away his clone and walked towards Fors with brisk steps.

There was a faint smile on his face. Although He had not done anything up to this point, Fors always felt that He was going to say something infuriating in the next second, and she had already prepared herself mentally in advance.

"Finally finished moving? It's been a whole day."

Amon yawned exaggeratedly, "Okay, there's nothing for you to do for now."

Fors rolled her eyes exaggeratedly, not wanting to pay attention to Him.

Amon, Amon, every time I want to give you more respect, you speak...

Amon did not hear Fors's complaints. It seemed that Fors's previous tactics were indeed effective. Of course, it was not ruled out that he pretended not to see it. In short, he did not react to Fors's complaints.

However, under Fors's shocked gaze, Amon casually grabbed into the air and dragged out the figure of an adventurer wearing a half-high silk hat, with black hair, brown eyes, and cold eyes.

Except that he didn't have the intimidating temperament of the later Gehrman Sparrow, he was almost identical to that adventurer known for his madness!
"Isn't this Mr. World's ability?"

Fors was horrified. The visual impact of Amon and the "world" standing together was so strong that she almost fainted from fright.

"Well, I only have two left from the ones I stole before, which is a shame."

Amon didn't care at all and looked at the other person with some curiosity, as if he saw him for the first time.

"Although I chose the historical pore image of 'Him' before he became a demigod, so his resistance is relatively weak, it is a stolen ability after all. I was able to succeed in dragging that stubborn guy down. My luck is pretty good."

Amon smiled and said, "It seems that the blessing Ouroboros gave me has not expired yet."

"You, you, you...why did you invite Him here?"

Fors's tiredness was swept away, and the fear of being dominated by Mr. "World" surfaced in her heart again. She stammered and questioned Amon.

"Remember when I told you that this planet was somehow connected to our world?"

Amon ignored Fors's exaggerated reaction and said cheerfully, "The stone tablet alone cannot penetrate the seal here. Something else is needed."

"As for what specific operations are needed... we need to find someone who has been there to take a look."

Amon stood up straight and patted German Sparrow on the shoulder in a pretentious manner: "Brother, let's see what you did back then."

In the eyes of Fors and Amon with different meanings, the crazy adventurer Gehrman Sparrow looked at the hand of Amon on his shoulder with a complicated expression, as if he wanted to subconsciously open His hand, but in the end he started the rehearsal under the influence of the extraordinary ability stolen by Amon.

This time, even Mr. World’s historical pore image could not escape Amon’s clutches...

The corner of Fors' mouth twitched, and she didn't know what expression to show.

The "German Sparrow" stretched out his hands, took something out of thin air and read it carefully. Then his eyes froze for a moment, as if he had discovered something, and then his expression returned to normal.

He took two steps forward, picked up something from the ground, opened it and took a look, then rummaged in his pocket, but didn't take anything out, and blew a ball of air into his mouth.

During this time, he stopped to talk to another person. Due to the lack of preconditions, Fors didn't know what they were talking about. He only knew that the other party's status and strength seemed to be equal to or even higher than Gehrman Sparrow at that time.

Then, Gehrman Sparrow took two steps back, as if waiting for something. After about seven or eight seconds, he moved the object in his hand into one hand, stretched out his right palm and formed his fingers into a pen, and began to draw a mysterious symbol on the non-existent transparent wall.

The symbol was composed of many mysterious patterns and hidden symbols, including the "eye without pupils" and "twisted lines" that Fors was familiar with. However, there seemed to be something different, and Fors could not react for a while.

However, even if Fors didn't understand, Amon beside her could understand the message contained in it.

Amon nodded in sudden realization, then sneered and continued to look at the historical pore image of German Sparrow.

The image would last for quite some time, and Amon had no intention of canceling the spell or stopping to explain things to Fors. If Fors had any questions, she could only wait for Amon to remember them himself.

Next, Fors was shocked to see that "German Sparrow" suddenly disintegrated, leaving only the black suit and half-high silk hat falling to the ground, the latter even spinning a few times.

“No wonder, what I pulled out should be the historical pore image of His secret doll at that time…”

Amon sighed. "But He obviously hadn't reached Sequence 3 at that time. Who gave Him this historical pore image of the secret doll? Zaratul?... This is really possible."

"Does this have anything to do with where we are going?" Fors asked cautiously.

"You mean Zaratul? Of course it's okay, but I think we can consider this symbol."

Amon thought for a while, and suddenly laughed: "Before that, I suddenly thought of something."

"From what we can see, it's obvious that the cautious guy put his clothes on the doll while communicating with another person. Now that the doll's historical pore image time has arrived, guess what "His" body is wearing now?"

It took Fors a while to figure out the situation. She subconsciously found it a little funny, but she immediately realized that this was Mr. World, so she took great pains to hold back the laughter that was about to come out of her mouth.

"I don't know why you are so afraid of Him... Logically, He should be much more amiable than me."

Amon said casually, "If He wants to do something to you, you can read your novel to Him."

Then the next day, the newspapers will publish gossip that the famous female writer Fors Wall was murdered by the crazy adventurer German Sparrow. The death was tragic, and the police judged that there might be an emotional entanglement between the two...

Fors smiled bitterly in her heart.

(End of this chapter)