Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 421 You've Been Discovered

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"Amon has obtained Sefirah Castle... This is not good news."

Without the authority adjacent to the three mysterious paths, he could not sense the existence of the gray fog.

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 move."

"Anyway, He is definitely going to become a God. Collecting three Sequence Ones... It's really interesting that Earth has a very clear promotion standard. As long as Their Sequence One is taken away, They will not dare to devote themselves to the Source to become a God even if they have the uniqueness."

"By the way, how long will it take for a miracle worker to revive? Today, Zaratul and Klein died suddenly at the same time. Two miracle workers are going to be resurrected at the same time. This is truly an unprecedented grand scene... Zaratul can actively control himself, but Klein can only die and wait passively. The injury should take some time to heal, so there's no rush."

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

“If I have the chance, I’ll try it.”

At that time, Amon adjusted the position of his monocle and said seriously:
"But I don't have a very strong desire to become the Lord of Mysteries, because my original body actually cares about myself."

"I care a lot about my memories from the Third Age, and the history before the First Age, that is, the Old Age. I want to trace the traces of my father's existence. I also know the consequences of becoming the Lord of Mysteries, so I have been thinking about whether there is a way to get around it, but both my father and Adam at that time denied my 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 you try to run, it will catch up with you one day 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" path would directly make them lose their courage and determination to challenge new routes. In the eyes of the Outer Gods, everything in the world is born from the same source, and all people and gods are implicitly adjacent paths. As long as I take this path and it doesn't get out of control, then we are neighbors.

As early as the ancient god period of the First and Second Ages, not all ancient gods who devoured non-adjacent paths went mad without reason.

"The one who escaped through the thief's route... I think I've seen him before? He should be called Pales Zoroast, and he was parasitic on a Nightwatcher. Well, that means he is under the protection of the God of Thunder. As long as He can be protected, Amon won't be in too much danger."

"If the Angel King who has obtained the Sefirah can fully control Sefirah Castle, his power should be stronger than that of an ordinary True God."

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

He suddenly found a direction and walked quickly. In a 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 stood beside him uninvited.

Now it is daybreak and it is noon.

Medici, who was doing intelligence work, raised his eyebrows and resisted the instinct to stand up from his chair. He looked at the uninvited guest and asked:

"What's your business?"

Edward said nothing, but just looked at Him in silence, which made Medici feel a little scared.

What's wrong? Medici didn't say anything, muttered a few words in his mind, and was about to continue studying the traces and directions of the "Conqueror" extraordinary characteristics of the Witch Cult at hand, when he suddenly heard a prayer coming over.

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

"Is Medici, the not-great god of war, here?"

This name... It's that kid calling me again. Oh, praise God, everyone has the responsibility to care for children. Medici didn't take this joking prayer seriously. He heard the familiar little crow praying loudly to him. One person shouted out layers of overlapping and ups and downs, making Medici feel like there were electric drills everywhere. He was almost brainwashed by the surround sound prayer.

Medici glanced at the demon standing near him and responded to the prayer.

Then, He noticed that Amon in the center of the picture seemed to be on a street, with many people walking around, and it seemed to be quite lively. This street was a little unfamiliar, it should not be in Intis, at least not in Trier.

"what's up?"

Medici looked around and didn't see anything wrong.

Amon stood on the side of the street, with a long line beside him, and it seemed that many people were waiting for something. He seemed to feel the gazes on him, waved in the direction of Medici, and asked, "I'm in Feynaport. There is a restaurant here that is said to have very delicious bolognese noodles, which are served with beef, chili, southern continent spices, black pepper, various fruits and side dishes. Do you want to try it too?"

"You went to Feynaport? You were in Intis a few days ago. You ran away really fast."

After the land pattern of the northern continent changed, Intis and Feynaport became borders. Amon was unusually interested in many things, and always asked some "very un-Amon" questions when he went out. Medici smiled. He remembered that Amon was still very interested in Feysac's ice sculpture art last month and wanted to bring back some statues of the Creator, but in the end he gave up for some unknown reason.

"Okay, wholesale? Five hundred copies."

Medici was in a relaxed mood and joked with Amon:

"One portion is not enough. Can we just steal the chef and the recipe? It will be a great help in improving the food menu for my army's logistics."

"You can't steal a chef. Why don't you invite him over? The recipe..." Amon muttered to himself uncertainly, pinching the frame of his monocle with a carved silver rim. "The recipe... should be okay, right? Feynaporte and Intis are so far away. If you only use the Red of War privately and don't spread it out, maybe, probably, it won't have any impact on their business."

Amon analyzed it for a while and became eager to try it out.

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

"Medici, what flavor do you want? Well, you must like chili. By the way, because the two countries in the South Continent have regained their independence, the prices of products from the South Continent have increased. The spices and chili here are limited. I want to try the bolognese."

"Where's your legion? Do you want to sell 500 servings of chili noodles? Then I might as well steal a plantation from the southern continent and give it to you."

"By the way, did you know? During this period, I walked all the way south from Intis to Feynaport. There happened to be a festival in Feynaport during this period. Girls had to pick the most beautiful flowers and offer them to the mother goddess who favored people's harvest. They had to choose the most beautiful flowers to put on the altar, and they would hang lanterns at night. I bought a lot of monocles here. Feynaport especially likes to use patterns of flowers, vines and grain crops. He also likes to piece together gems, crystals and pearls into the shape of flowers. The more colors, the more expensive it is. And people here generally prefer spicy food. You might like it here."

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

Amon stood in line and talked to himself. He spoke for a long time with great energy, 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 for now, hurry up and pray to the Lord."

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, hurry up, pray to the Lord!"

“But hasn’t father already… okay?” Amon was somewhat puzzled. As early as when he learned that the true Creator had set out for the Eastern Continent, he had made up his mind not to recite the Creator’s honorable name during this period of time, because the one who responded to this honorable name might not be the true Creator.

But at this moment, he seemed to have noticed something was wrong. As if something bad had happened around him, Amon always felt that someone other than Medici was watching him, and uneasiness slowly climbed up his spine.

Medici stared closely at the prayer scene in his mind, his pupils almost shrunk into a dot, and his eyes looked straight 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 Feynetport City. The familiar Amon was standing in line outside a popular old-fashioned Feynetport noodle restaurant. The sun was shining, the atmosphere was peaceful, and the crowds were bustling.

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

The "person" smiled, waved and greeted Medici.

At the same time, Medici saw the brightness of his prayer screen gradually dimming, and there seemed to be a faint gray mist floating in the corners. The sunny Feynaport City became gloomy and terrifying at this moment. The smiles on everyone's faces became stiff and dull, and their movements were stuck like a secret puppet.

And Amon was still standing there, he was the only one with color, chanting the name of the ancient sun god - but he said nothing, his voice was stolen, only his lips were moving, and the scene presented in front of Medici was like an old pantomime!

As soon as this person appeared, the entire prayer scene began to flicker and turn dim as if it was disturbed - Medici certainly knew what was going on, because Amon's true form was the King of Angels, far beyond the level that "He" could spy on now!
Medici clenched his fists and even felt like laughing - when did Amon start to scare people in this way?
Not like a deceiver, not like a Trojan Horse of fate, but more like... a trickster!

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

"My avatar outside told me that there is no fortune teller in Backland who has extremely poor character, disregards human life, believes in the Creator, and is good at beating suspects with fists to make them tell the truth. Moreover, this is too outrageous."

"...But didn't you still go to collect intelligence? Didn't you still go to look for Li Fu?" Medici couldn't help but sneer and mock, while trying his best to deliver information to the clone, but the clone was still praying, as if he could no longer hear Medici's response.

His voice and thoughts had been stolen from him continuously, and he stood there in a prayerful posture for a minute.

The original body pinched his eye sockets, approached the clone who was facing away from him, and looked at him with a curious and inquiring look: "Searching for such a person did waste some of my time, and I got nothing. But I let myself do that because I was curious. It's incredible. Although my clones all have a certain degree of independence, you - you have been blessed by a god, and you can actually deceive my thinking. It's really interesting."

Then He stretched out His hand toward him.

"Amon!"

Medici suddenly shouted: "Amon!"

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

"what is this?"

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

Amon raised his head, looked at the clone, and raised the glasses in his hand:
"Is this your 'choice'?"

"Why are you wearing this? What does it mean?"

"It doesn't make any sense..." The clone's chest rose and fell violently. He couldn't take his eyes away from the real body that was so close to him. He spoke out his thoughts uncontrollably, "I really like the pattern on it. The workmanship of this pair of glasses is very beautiful..."

"like?"

Amon raised his eyebrows, looked at his attire, and asked:

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

The clone nodded with difficulty.

"Sure enough, it was you who had been spreading false information to protect Klein Moretti, who owned Sefirah Castle... You even met him once, but you didn't tell me... You and Medici worked out a plan to deceive me, and your reason was - you didn't want me to get Sefirah Castle, you didn't want me to be slowly influenced by the Lord of Mysteries and change your 'self'... Your changes are very interesting, very interesting."

"You are the first clone who, after leaving my sight, can clearly develop your own preferences and aversions."

"You are the mistake that appeared in my group, the hidden loophole, and now I have found you."

Amon looked at the glasses again with interest, then calmly crushed them:
"Because I don't like it."

The clone's eyes followed the falling crystal fragments, and then he raised his head again, revealing a smile exactly like Amon's. He then took out a crystal monocle exactly the same as Amon's from his pocket and put it on his right eye.

They looked up together, smiled friendly towards where Medici's gaze was coming from, and used "Steal" at the same time!
Swish! Medici stopped praying instantly, but at the same time, he felt that some of his memories related to Klein Moretti and the true Creator were becoming blurred. They seemed to have been stolen and taken away by Amon!

"Damn..."

Medici pressed one hand to his temple and cursed, "Damn it!"

"He's been parasitized!"

"He's dead." Edward, who had been standing beside Him and watching the scene until now, corrected Him calmly, "That's what I'm waiting for."

Medici cursed fiercely. The clone was like a real friend. Now he no longer existed. The war angel was furious. He looked at Edward, who seemed not 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 hadn't reminded me, I would have almost forgotten that I could write my own destiny." Edward shook his head and pointed to his eyes. "I only saw his most likely fate... When I realized that Amon and Klein had met, I knew he would definitely die."

"Because he participated in the fraud against Amon?"

Medici sneered and clenched his hands slightly:

“Heh, a Sequence 3 clone was actually able to successfully deceive his original body… It’s really hard for him.”

He was silent for a few seconds, then accepted the reality and asked, "Is this fate predetermined?"

"No, he had a chance to live."

"What is it?"

"When he first met Klein."

Edward thought while observing the thread of fate that had come to an end. "If he had chosen to be hostile to Klein when he first met him, or if he had reported Klein's whereabouts to his original body - or if he had not helped you deceive Amon and had watched Klein being harassed by Amon's clones in Backlund and Loen, he would have survived."

Medici was stunned for a moment, and he didn't know who to tell the dirty words he had in mind.

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

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

Medici looked at Him in surprise, without even thinking:

"nonsense."

TBC
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"I believe it, Amon believes it!"

"He really thought I was a giant fortune teller who was two meters and three meters tall. He really thought I didn't know the 'destiny' of becoming the Lord of Mysteries! As expected, He only took Sefirah Castle away. This destiny already belongs to me!"

↑Fraud God of Fraud