Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 344 I said, let there be light.
The "next moment" and the "previous moment" of this mutated villa have been grafted together.

It's not accurate to say that time stands still; a more accurate term would be time looping.

Yuris instinctively looked down at his body and saw that his body surface was swollen, with bulges that kept wriggling, as if there were worms crawling underneath.

In addition, he could clearly feel a series of insect chirping sounds in his head, which made his head ache.

I didn't even look at it; I was contaminated just by getting close.

Yuris could only think of one name.

Mythical creatures.

Or a complete mythical creature!
He and his squad of substitutes hadn't even made real contact with their target before they were almost wiped out!
And how could such a mythical creature be so easily suppressed?
But Yuris didn't have time to check his injuries; he quickly turned his attention to the hand that had closed the door and its owner.

He was a young man wearing an ancient ceremonial hat, a black robe, and a monocle over his left eye. His features seemed quite ordinary, making him unremarkable and easily forgotten.

Amon? Upon seeing the monocle, Yuris instinctively made a judgment.

No, it's a different style; it's still the left eye that's covered.

"Your Excellency, who are you?" Yuris asked, trying to remain calm as he looked at the man in front of him who resembled Amon.

The young man raised his hand, adjusted the traditional ceremonial hat on his head, and spoke in a gentle tone:

“I sincerely suggest that you go back now and leave the matter to the archbishop or senior deacons, such as that Sea King Yann Coltman. At his speed, he should be here in no more than two hours.”

As he spoke, the man glanced back at the direction of the governor's mansion, seemingly checking the time to see if the seal he had managed to find could hold an out-of-control mythical creature for two hours.

"Of course, you have another option, which is to make a wish to me."

The man turned around again to face the person who was taking the punishment.

"Let me introduce myself. I am a wandering magician named Merlin Hermes, and I am best at granting other people's wishes."

Fulfilling a wish? Yuris suddenly recalled a saying he had heard before.

Some high-sequence extraordinary individuals may be imprisoned or sealed away. They may impersonate magical items that grant wishes to lure you into helping them escape. Examples of such items include genie lamps that can grant three wishes or wishing fountains.

Is this a high-sequence extraordinary being? But he doesn't look like he's imprisoned or sealed away.

Yuri wasn't sure if the "Mr. Merlin Hermes" before him was an Amon, but he knew he had no choice.

“If I don’t make a wish, will you resolve this matter?” Yuris asked.

Then he saw the wandering magician who called himself Merlin Hermes fall into deep thought, looking somewhat troubled.

A few seconds later, Hermes said with a half-smile and a half-sigh, "Even if you don't make a wish, I will try to solve it."

"After all, I am an angel of the Church of the True God."

Angel!

Yuris and the others were startled, but it also felt like it made sense.

Indeed, angels would be the ones who could easily deal with mythical creatures.

Yuri thought for a moment, but he didn't seem to have heard of the name "Hermes." If he really was a church angel, he should have read the other's scriptures.

At that moment, an idea flashed through his mind.

"Are you an angel under the Lord of Fools, Your Majesty Hermes?"

“Hmm,” Hermes adjusted his monocle, “In the scriptures, I should be called the Angel of the World, the Angel of Redemption, the Angel of Domination, the Angel of Miracles, and the Angel of Harmony.”

"So it's you. Do I need to say your honorific name or real name to make a wish to you?" Yuris was immediately relieved. Because anyone who could claim to be an angel of the church was either the person in question or someone they absolutely could not contend with.

"No need, just tell me your wish. I'll try to help you whether you wish or not, but if you wish, I can earn some extra money, so it's better to wish."

Yuris relaxed a little more, feeling that the angel in front of him seemed to really fit his stereotype of the "Church of Pleasure".

Relaxed, easy-going, and approachable...

As for the extra income that His Majesty Hermes mentioned.

Whether it's playing a role or having a belief, Yuris, as the captain of the Punishers, has some understanding of this. "Then I hope..."

“Wait a minute,” Hermes interrupted him, “consider this a bonus in advance.”

As he spoke, he clapped his hands lightly.

"I hope your health returns to normal."

Three purple paper figures appeared in front of Hermes and entered the bodies of the four people.

The four people's bodies changed rapidly; the bulges on their bodies burst open, and dead insects fell out.

"Ah, thank you." Yuris quickly thanked them on behalf of his team.

“Well, next, I hope… the anomaly in this room will be resolved so that it no longer affects the surrounding area,” Yuris said to Hermes in Rune.

A smile appeared on Hermes' face, and he clapped his hands lightly, saying, "Very well, your wish will be granted."

“Actually, the one who brought down the pollution had just clashed with the Lord some time ago,” Hermes said softly, raising his right hand and snapping his fingers lightly.

one second.

Nothing happened.

"Why are you still watching?" Hermes turned around and glanced at them. "Are you really going to watch mythical creatures fight one-on-one?"

The punishers then realized that this was a battle between mythical creatures, not a demonstration match given to them by their church elders.

Hermes's amiable demeanor and the monster's continued silence made them overlook the tense situation.

The scapegoats exchanged glances, bid farewell to Hermes, and quickly turned and left this place of trouble.

After watching the group leave, Hermes walked back to the governor's villa and pushed open the door to enter.

The seal was broken at that moment, and Cynthia's strangely shaped head looked over.

Hermes reached into the mists of history and pulled out a thin glove.

"This one is still the most convenient to use," he said softly.

Then he looked up at them with pity in his eyes.

The glove, in its "creeping hunger," grazes the soul of a sun priest, whose powers are rapidly amplified under the rank of Hermes.

A bright beam of light, wreathed in holy flames, descended from mid-air, engulfing the monster and instantly reducing her to a pile of flesh and blood.

But she did not die.

Within that sacred pillar of light, the tree trunks and flesh, deprived of external support, rapidly disintegrated, spewing out a thick cloud of smoke composed of tiny mosquitoes, as if snow had encountered a red-hot iron ball.

Amidst the indescribable hissing sound, Cynthia's face contorted in pain.

Golden feathers floated from Hermes's hand, and Cynthia's eyes glazed over for a moment, as if she no longer felt the pain.

She struggled to turn left and right, look up and down, her expression gradually turning to fear and confusion, as if she had finally realized that something was wrong with her.

“General…” Her voice trembled as she looked ahead with fear and despair, only to find a stranger’s face.

Cynthia vaguely understood something. With only a head and some flesh remaining, she suddenly burst into tears: "General, General, I don't want to die, I don't want to die! Save me! Save me!"

Hermes had already witnessed this scene in the memories of the Spirit Insect.

But compared to this, Cynthia's mutation this time was more thorough and more irreversible.

"The Mother Tree... no, is it the Mother Goddess..." Hermes asked silently, but no one answered him.

Hermes sighed, looking at Cynthia with pity as she cried out for help in despair, and opened his arms like a true "angel of salvation."

His voice was deep and gentle, and when he opened his mouth to sing, it was like an aria:
"Death is not the end; you will eventually find salvation in the kingdom of the gods."

"I said, let there be light."

(End of this chapter)