Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 126 Return to Tingen
Putting the redeemed bonus in the handbag he carried with him, Lewis went to the station.

Long before he decided to leave Backlund, he had left a letter in the mailbox. If the landlord, Mrs. Gahra, saw the letter, she would understand that he had left and might sublet the house.

As for the 1000-pound bounty that Isengard Stanton is about to distribute, it will be this Saturday.

There were still a few days left, and he didn't dare wait any longer.

Although the layout of Sealed Artifact 0-08 takes time, Lewis doesn't dare to stay in Backlund for too long. Now, he may have become a major character in the script of Sealed Artifact 0-08 and may be involved in certain incidents and die at any time.

"Clang

"Bang..."

A pitch-black train was coming from a distance. Its cylindrical front was full of powerful beauty, and black smoke was rising from the exhaust port.

Lewis got on the train again with his suitcase. He tightened his clothes and sat by the window.

After a while, a violinist stood in the middle of the carriage. He bowed respectfully to every corner of the carriage, played the violin, and chanted a poem:

"The night is about to end and the day is about to come.

I heard the night watchman yelling 'leave',
After dawn, day follows.

My dear, if the day and dawn

No longer forcing couples to go their separate ways,

Then the best blessing is sincere

Lying in the arms of the woman he loves most.

......"

Lewis looked curiously at the gentleman who was performing poetry in the middle of the carriage. This form of performance was more popular in Intis, but not in Rune, so it was the first time he saw a real bard.

"The night is about to end and dawn is about to come?" Lewis smiled indifferently. He believed in the goddess of night.

As the poem ended, the gentleman took off his half-high silk hat, walked to the seats one by one, and extended his hat to the gentlemen and ladies.

Lewis put in a 1-sol note. The gentleman looked up in surprise, smiled at Lewis calmly, and said:
“Sir, we met in Tingen before, is it still the same person?
Perhaps you should find a beautiful lady and start a family. It is not a good idea to dwell on the past."

Lewis frowned, his inspiration gave him the hint that "this is an acquaintance", but he did not remember this gentleman.

"Thank you for your reminder. I'll consider it." Lewis said perfunctorily. He leaned against the window and silently recited the divination sentence.

"The source of familiarity..."

After seven times, he closed his eyes, passed through the pure white in front of him, and saw a square.

White doves flew across the square, and old and frail women were feeding them black bread. Not far from the square was the Church of St. Selina; only the top of the church and the emblem symbolizing the night could be vaguely seen.

Next to him was his sister Mandy. The two of them squeezed through the crowd and saw the bard finish singing "The Song of Roland" and pick up his hat to receive the reward.

Lewis saw Mandy hand him a penny and accompanied him to drop the penny into the gentleman's hat.

"So he's been to Tingen." Lewis rubbed his eyes. He was clearly with Mandy at that time, but in the memory of the bard, Mandy no longer existed in this world. A person who has lost his destiny may be worse than a tombstone in a cemetery, where at least someone will care about him.

Perhaps, former companions will walk to the tombstone and offer a bouquet of white daffodils.

Suddenly, Lewis began to wonder, if everyone who had known Mandy had forgotten the girl, why was he the only one who still remembered her?
"Is it because Amont deliberately preserved my memory, or is it because I am special enough that I can still remember her even if she loses her destiny?"

Lewis' heart trembled. Perhaps he understood Amon's purpose.

It's not just a simple fraud. Perhaps his fate is what Amon needs. His fate, like Klein's, carries too much.

This involves high-level supernatural powers, even the Lord of Mysteries and some suspected true gods.

If Amon simply stole fate, then He would have to bear the price of these fates, a price that even an Angel King could not bear.

So, Amon had to deceive and create loopholes.

……

When the sunlight in the carriage began to turn yellow, the train stopped at Tingen. Lewis strode out of the station and took a tram to the Night Vanilla District.

Suddenly, he turned his gaze to the back row, where a man and a woman were sitting.

The man had an old face, black hair, brown eyes, and a receding hairline; the woman had a pretty face, was wearing a dress, and had eyes very similar to Klein's.

“Sir, is there something on my face?” Melissa looked at Lewis and asked seriously.

“No, it’s just that seeing you reminded me of an acquaintance. His name is Klein. I met him before when I was at Hoy University.” Lewis raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

The light in Melissa's eyes flickered, as if liquid filled her eye sockets. She said in a trembling voice, "Klein is dead. He saved Tingen and is a hero of Tingen City. We are proud of him."

Benson stared at Lewis closely, and he was briefly absent-minded.

"That's a pity. However, he will definitely live well in the goddess's care. He will be a happy 'clown'." Lewis turned his head and said nothing more.

The moment he crawled out of the cemetery, Klein was destined not to live his life as an ordinary person. He was involved in the revival of the Lord of Mysteries, the plans of the Goddess of Night and Adam, and was destined to drift away from ordinary people.

Melissa opened her mouth. She didn't understand why Lewis called Klein a "clown". How could a hero who saved Tingen from a terrorist attack be a clown?

But she was not angry with Lewis, because Lewis was Klein's former classmate after all, and she believed that Klein did not want her to argue with him over a trivial matter.

On the contrary, Benson suddenly remembered that he had been to the circus with Melissa. It was a few days after Klein passed away. A funny clown made them forget their pain for a short time through his performance.

"I have arrived."

The carriage stopped, Lewis said hello, picked up his handbag, and got off in the Night Vanilla district.

After passing through several alleys, Lewis used the key in his hand to open a dusty lock and pushed open the door. The appearance of the room was still the same, just covered with a layer of dust.

Lewis found Mandy's bedroom with ease. Women's clothes and hats were still placed on the coat rack, and there were unused skin care products and cosmetics in front of the window.

Among them, a box with Emperor Roselle's portrait printed on it remained open, as if someone had lived here a few days ago.

(End of this chapter)