Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 334 Nightfall
Although the sound of musical instruments continued in the huge palace, Fors found that his attention was no longer on the beautiful music, but was completely attracted by Antigonus' story.

"When I was still half a 'Fool', I used my own status to consume the entire magic lamp as a Beyonder characteristic, including the consciousness of the 'Child of Chaos' sealed inside."

Antigonus narrated in a self-deprecating tone, "At that time, I had just accepted the Oneness, and was only one step away from becoming a true god. Taking the initiative to accept the consciousness of the Son of Chaos was also one of my purposes at the time: I wanted to personally experience the infection of their consciousness."

"As you all know, my body completely lost control and I turned crazy. I was eventually sealed by Amanisis on the main peak of the Hornachis Mountains."

Antigonus' tone was calm and indifferent, as if he was talking about a story that had nothing to do with him. What he lost was not the title of "The Fool" that he had pursued all his life, but some trivial thing.

"However, the failure of this plan also cut off my escape route. I had no choice but to use the current plan, and eventually became half a 'Son of Chaos'."

After Antigonus finished speaking, he smiled slightly, making his face look even more mysterious.

"...Don't you regret it?"

Amon was silent for a while, and asked without seeming to be very confused, using a nonchalant tone as if he was just mentioning it casually.

"I know how long you have been preparing for the throne of The Fool. You gave up so easily to pursue a future that you cannot see clearly. Don't you regret it at all?"

"You have been dormant since the Dark Age of the First Radiance of Fire, and came to the Northern Continent with your sister. Wasn't it to find an opportunity to accommodate the uniqueness of The Fool and the characteristics of the Mysterious Servant?"

Amon picked up the silver fork on the table and started playing with it, continuing to mutter:

"Whether it's being promoted to the Servant of Mysteries and completely transforming myself into a human, or giving up the safe position of the Fool and taking a gamble on a future that even a fortune-teller like you can't see clearly, these are not things a natural mythical creature would do."

"We are all born mythical creatures... but you seem to be gradually developing human qualities."

Antigonus listened quietly to Amon's question, then replied with a half smile and a half sigh:

"Yes."

"The prayers and feedback of my believers will be faithfully conveyed to my ears."

"They want me to become a certain way and bring them a miracle. As a miracle worker, I will respond to such prayers spontaneously. It has nothing to do with my will."

"Their collective consciousness came together to form my humanity...Although it is very weak, I can clearly perceive the difference."

Antigonus pointed to his heart and said, "Sometimes, this difference will bring troubles, but sometimes it will make you feel that these troubles are worth it."

Amon frowned and said in a positive tone: "You have changed a lot. Even before you were polluted, you didn't have so much humanity."

"Of course."

Antigonus nodded. "This is a kind of knowledge stored in the source of power by the Son of Chaos. It is a kind of order. Not only can the Son of Chaos use it, but other Old Ones can also do it in theory."

“Although I cannot suppress madness, I can do this after I have mastered the bottom line of madness—in other words, a bottom line that will lead to complete descent into the abyss if exceeded.”

After Antigonus finished speaking, half of his face suddenly collapsed and turned into a wriggling transparent worm again, making the other half of his face look as weird as a sea anemone, making people feel sick and want to vomit at the first sight.

Fors still had Amon's High-Sequence Clone parasitizing inside her body, which prevented her from losing consciousness the moment she saw this scene. However, even so, she still felt dizzy.

"I can divide madness and sanity in time or space, and the proportions are up to me."

Antigonus pressed his hand on the wriggling area, and it quickly returned to normal, growing new skin and new short black hair.

"For example, I can make part of my body, the 'Spirit Worm', go out of control, and part of it go normal; or I can make myself more rational than crazy on odd-numbered days, and more crazy than rational on even-numbered days. And I can talk to you like this now, thanks to this discovery."

Seeing that Amon was a little unconvinced, Antigonus didn't care and explained to himself:
"In order to replace the Son of Chaos, I swallowed the Wishing Lamp, and after my main body went crazy, I sent the Separation Lamp out of the Goddess's kingdom, separating it from the uniqueness of The Fool. Otherwise, He would have very likely used this rule to turn around and become half The Fool, or even further, half The Lord of Mysteries."

"But that's all for later. The important thing is that I established a connection between myself and the magic lamp through the ritual of taking medicine."

"The consciousness of the Son of Chaos is connected to the Kingdom of Disorder, and I am connected to the magic lamp. This is the prerequisite for this miracle to happen. What happens next is completely beyond my control."

"Just like now, if the Wishing Lamp really returns to the Kingdom of Disorder, I don't think I, with only a solidified afterimage left, can compete with it. What's more, since the past and future of this historical projection are reversed, before the end of the world, I will return to the original state, that is, the state of a 'miracle worker'."

Antigonus said with regret, "Although I have also seen the coming of the end of the world, I am not in a position to be used as a fighting force. The most I can do is to help you occupy the position of the Son of Chaos and prevent his power from being stolen by other Outer Gods, which would then pose a greater threat."

Fors listened quietly, and gradually understood what Antigonus was worried about.

This source of the Kingdom of Disorder has been in an ownerless state since the Celestial Lord pulled the consciousness of the "Son of Chaos" out of the seal.

The "City of Disaster" sealed in the Western Continent has mutated and developed humanity. The "Country of Disorder" in the starry sky, which can be called the cradle of the Outer Gods, also has the possibility of mutating and developing independent consciousness or being occupied by other Outer Gods.

Antigonus predicted this possibility, and realized that it would bring new disasters to the northern continent, so he used his own way to hold back the "Kingdom of Disorder", but the price he paid was giving up the throne of the Fool that he had pursued for thousands of years, leaving only an illusory bubble, and in a few years he would completely disappear into the depths of the starry sky.

The corners of Amon's mouth twitched slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

After a while, He turned to Fors for no reason, frowned and asked:

"This is... what you humans call 'courage' and 'sacrifice'?"

"It's really hard to understand...but I think I understand a little bit."

……

Rough sea, aboard the Nebuchadnezzar.

The large wooden caravel was anchored at sea, with the "Snow Wind" standing guard not far away like a sentry.

Unlike the silence on the "Snow Wind", the deck of the "Nebuchadnezzar" was brightly lit, and the vulgar singing of former pirate mercenaries echoed on the sea, giving it a unique southern continent style.

Due to the cleanliness of the sailors' sails and the fact that the style of ironclad ships was not suitable for such things, the dinner originally scheduled to be held on the "Snow Wind" was changed to be held on the deck of the "Nebuchadnezzar".

Although Adele did not completely relax the control of stout out of caution, there were only two barrels of stout available for the more than 100 people on the ship tonight, but this still did not affect the sailors' high spirits.

- They were singing, dancing and having a party on their own sailing ship, with looted supplies piled around them and the barbecue sizzling on the stove. The captain had just generously promised them that everyone would get a basic salary of at least fifty pounds after they went ashore. What else could ruin the good mood of these people?

Adele couldn't think of anything, nor did she want to be the one to ruin their good mood, so she just grabbed some food, avoided the crowd, stood by the side of the "Nebuchadnezzar", and looked at the calm sea under the crimson moonlight.

The aroma of charred meat and the light sweet malt aroma from the beer barrel, mixed with the salty sea breeze, penetrated her nostrils, allowing her mind to fully relax and give her enough time to think carefully about what happened during the day.

Divination did not find anything unusual here, but she still instinctively felt that something was wrong.

If the survivor's hidden blade hadn't consumed a lot of luck, I'm afraid I would have been able to get the correct divination sentence when I tried it this afternoon...

Adele sighed. Although the divination statements all gave safe revelations, she always felt that she must have overlooked something. The divination that seemed flawless was actually based on a wrong foundation, which made her feel very uneasy.

Adele was lost in thought as she looked at the sparkling sea, pondering over and over again.

However, her deep contemplation did not last long, because soon, she saw a head of bright red curly hair floating over, accompanied by a trembling sound that sounded a little at a loss, and appeared in her field of vision.

Wendy's face was flushed with excitement at this time. She nodded repeatedly like a little girl who was praised by her teacher for the first time, and agreed with Constantine's occasional jokes. This was very common in the southern continent, but it was still too stimulating for Wendy.

Adele sighed and coughed lightly to remind them that there were people here, so as to prevent Constantine, the passionate and bold young man from the South Continent, from doing anything that would embarrass her.

As Adele expected, Constantine's expression did not change, but Wendy immediately let out a short scream and jumped back a small step like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I need to borrow my chief engineer from you."

Adele tried to sound normal, "I have something to talk to her about."

……

"So, you think there's something wrong on this ship?"

After listening to Adele's words, Wendy's expression finally became serious.

"I wanted to sink the ship or return home, but the attitude of the sailors did not allow me to do so."

Adele was a little distressed. "So I plan to patrol with you secretly, and at least have a few Beyonders guard the surroundings."

"Why not find someone else?"

Wendy asked subconsciously, "Natalie, isn't your sequence more suitable for doing something like this?"

Adele paused awkwardly: "Ahem, how should I put it... I don't want to cause a commotion. After all, this kind of suspicion will affect their mentality to a certain extent... I don't want to see them give up halfway."

Then won’t it affect their mentality if I ask you to do so?
Wendy was about to ask, but her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the surroundings of several witches on the deck, and she discovered that although most of the sailors on the ship seemed to be bragging, they actually always cast their eyes on those dazzling witches from time to time.

Well, I'm certainly not as eye-catching as them...

Wendy sighed, nodded resignedly, took the pistol from Adele, and walked down the wooden gangway with her.

Wendy walked in front holding a lantern, while Adele, who was at a higher sequence and had more comprehensive abilities, followed half a meter behind her on the left, ready to pull her back at any time to prevent any accidents.

This scene reminded Adele of the time when she and Wendy's predecessor, Qiao Qiao, were exploring the hotel in the underground city. The two of them were also walking in an unfamiliar environment, feeling nervous and fearful that something might go wrong in the next second.

Wendy also noticed this atmosphere and spoke as if to ease the awkwardness:

"By the way, you said that among those artifacts you found a notebook that recorded Emperor Roselle's life in the palace in his later years, and there were also photos of him with those strange symbols on the back?"

Adele wanted to nod in agreement, but at this moment, the assassin's keen senses made her notice the unusual smell in the air.

Without having time to explain to Wendy, she simply pressed Wendy's shoulders to make her stop, then flared her nose to confirm again and again.

——Yes, although it was very faint, it was indeed the smell of fresh blood, and it was not far from where Adele and the others were!
Following the direction of the smell, Adele saw a room with the lights still on. Through the glass window on the door, she could see the candlelight in the room flickering slightly.

This is Wagner's room...

Adele swallowed, gestured to Wendy who had retreated to her side, and then controlled the frost to grow from the ground to form several mirrors, allowing her to see the scene in the room through the reflection of the mirrors.

The windows in the room were wide open, and Wagner was lying on the table with his lifeless eyes wide open.

There was a sharp bayonet stuck in his back, piercing his heart from behind. His blood had almost dried up, and a dark red pool of blood had formed on the floor, reflecting the candlelight.

(End of this chapter)