Mystery: A Spark

A quiet fell over the captain's cabin.

Edwina sat behind her desk, holding a quill pen and scribbling randomly on a piece of paper.

After a while, she sighed softly:

"I was the one who met him first, but he got to give up an entire country as a dowry. How can I compare? I'm so resentful..."

……

"Phew~" After exiting the portal and returning home, Arthur wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long sigh of relief.

Although he was a bit slow on the uptake when it came to matters of the heart, Edwina had practically made it clear just now. If he still didn't understand what she meant, he would truly be a blockhead.

As a normal man, Arthur naturally longed for a life of blissful indulgence, surrounded by women on both sides.

The key problem is that he hasn't even sorted out his affair with the Night, nor has he figured out Arthas's background, so how could he dare to provoke Edwina?

Therefore, he could only deal with it vaguely and try to get by.

Arthur now dares not respond to Bernadette either.

After all, the mysterious world is not like Douluo Continent. You can't just build a harem here, especially if your partners are these heroines. The consequences are unimaginable; they will be absolutely terrible.

Whether it's the night, Bernadette, or Edwina, none of them would ever accept sharing their partner with someone else.

If Arthur dares to switch sides among these heroines, then Makoto will be his only fate.

Being hit by a machete is the least of your worries; what's worse is living a life worse than death.

Therefore, Arthur needs to figure out his relationship with the night before he can consider accepting other people.

"Oh, what a misfortune," Arthur said, plopping down on the sofa and letting out a long sigh.

"Yes, that's so unfortunate," the puppy beside him chimed in with a grin.

Arthur glanced at it, then slapped the silly dog ​​to the ground in an annoyed tone, saying:

"Kid, don't get cocky. You'll regret it once I've sorted things out."

"Hehe, it doesn't hurt." Arthas jumped back onto the sofa and asked cheekily:

"When will you be able to figure it out?"

"I guess we'll have to wait until he becomes an angel." Arthur glanced at Arthas, gave a cold smile, and clenched his fist as he spoke.

"Once I figure this out, I'll skin you alive and use you as a snack with my drinks."

"Tch, boring. Is that all? I was hoping to see rivers of blood. Looks like that'll have to wait a while." Arthas wasn't afraid at all, because he knew Arthur was just saying that.

Just as the puppy was about to chat with Arthur for a few more minutes, its expression suddenly changed.

"Arthur, Amon has found Klein."

Chapter 308 Klein and Amon's Intimate Moments

Backlund, Dr. Allen's home.

At this moment, Klein is smiling as he feeds a baby vanilla ice cream.

As for Dr. Allen and his wife, along with their servants, they had naturally fallen into the illusion created by Klein.

“Will, the origami crane you folded when you were born is ruined, you know what I mean?” Klein smiled and handed a scoop of vanilla ice cream to the baby.

"I prepared it for you a long time ago." The baby took out a paper crane from the stroller and placed it next to him, then savored the delicious ice cream.

While tasting it, he said:

"Also, you need to be careful these next few days. I feel that your fate has changed somewhat."

"Thanks for the reminder." Klein put the origami crane into his wallet.

After feeding Will all the ice cream he had brought, he broke the illusion he had used to fool Dr. Allen and his wife, as well as the others.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Klein took his leave with the two male servants who had accompanied him.

After leaving Dr. Allen's house, Klein boarded the carriage that was waiting by the roadside, followed closely by two male servants.

After all three were seated in the carriage, the coachman asked:

"Mr. Dantès, are you going home now, or somewhere else?"

"Go home," Klein said calmly.

"Okay," the coachman replied, then raised his whip to urge the packhorses pulling the cart.

Inside the carriage, Klein sat quietly, his body swaying with the movement of the carriage.

After a while, he quietly and slowly pulled a gun out of his clothes.

This short-barreled, double-barreled gun is none other than the famous Abe no Kiri.

The two male servants kept their eyes fixed ahead, showing no sign of surprise at Klein's act of drawing his gun.

Outside the carriage, the coachman's lips curled slightly. With one hand driving the carriage, he took a monocle from his pocket with the other and slowly put it on his right eye.

The carriage moved slowly, and soon turned into a secluded, deserted alley.

"We're home, Mr. Dantès." The coachman got off the carriage and stood by the carriage with a smile, waiting.

But what he encountered was not Dawn Dantes, but a silver-white Dawn Greatsword that sliced ​​the carriage in two and then swung it at him.

The man wielding the greatsword was one of Dawn Dantes' two male servants.

"The Witcher." The coachman, or rather, Amon, didn't change his expression.

He adjusted his monocle over his right eye, instantly widening the distance between him and the servant.

The male servant missed with his sword, but his expression remained calm, as if he had no emotions whatsoever.

His body instantly grew taller through a series of flesh-wriggling movements, directly exceeding two meters.

His appearance had also changed; his deep-set blue eyes showed that he was a typical Fussack.

During the decisive battle in the Intersea County, Klein successfully killed two demigods on the battlefield by stealing chickens and turned them into puppets.

This demon hunter is one of them.

“For a ‘Trickster,’ warriors with strong direct combat capabilities who pass through the realm of extraordinary individuals are indeed excellent materials for creating artifacts. You have a good eye.” Amon’s face still held a smile, as if he did not take the demon hunter in front of him seriously at all.

"You talk too much nonsense." Dawn Dantes, who stepped out of the wrecked carriage, raised his hand to shoot Amon, but as Amon twisted his hand, Abechet in Dawn Dantes' hand disappeared instantly.

However, Dawn Dantes also disappeared along with Abe.

Snapped!

What fell into Amon's hands was not a glove, but a mouse, a mouse that died due to the cancellation of mysticization.

On the other side, Dawn Dantes, dressed in a black suit and top hat, appeared. He put his left hand into his pocket and fired a "Heavenly Punishment" at Amon with his right hand.

"Bang!" A deafening gunshot rang out, accompanied by a dazzling burst of light falling from the sky.

The Abe-Kiri, a weapon created from the extraordinary properties of the "Priest of Light," has many advantages, such as its great power and its strong ability to counter certain specific forces.

However, it also has a very annoying drawback: it's too noisy to use.

With both bright lights and loud noises, users are essentially forced to abandon any secrecy.

However, in the current situation, Abe's weakness has become an advantage, because the commotion he creates lets the outside world know that something is wrong.

Amon's body turned to ashes under the dazzling light, but the next second, another Amon emerged from somewhere in the alley.

He chuckled and said:

"Hehe, I don't know if you know, but the second sequence of the path I'm on is called the Destiny Trojan Horse. Although I'm just an ordinary clone right now, I can still apply some of my abilities to a basic level."

"For example, you could manipulate your fate to cause certain errors within a certain period of time, just like now, no matter how much noise you make, no one will notice."

“I see.” Dawn Dantes’ signal transmission failed, but his expression remained calm.

"You seem quite confident. Can you tell me where your confidence comes from? Is it from the new leader of the Rune?" Amon asked curiously. "If you can't send a signal, how will the leader of the Rune know your situation?"

“You’re mistaken. My confidence doesn’t come from Arthur, but from the man behind you.” Dawn Dantes looked up and behind Amon, bowed slightly, and said:

"Your Majesty the Goddess."

The smile on Amon's face vanished instantly.

In his perception, there should be no one behind him.

But here's the problem: if this "trickster" from the Night Clan can really get the Goddess of Night to act on his behalf, then Amon is certain that he won't be able to detect a single trace.

In other words, although he felt that there was no one behind him, it was very likely that an angel from the Church of the Night, or even the vessel of the Goddess of Night, was floating in mid-air behind him, watching him.

This is the true value of the Goddess of Night, who has journeyed from ancient times and endured countless conspiracies and struggles.

Without any hesitation, Amon's monocle on his right eye suddenly lit up, and from the corners of the surrounding alleys, a phantom insect-like figure flew out from the bodies of several rats, returning to Amon like stardust.

The status of this ancient son of the sun god rapidly increased. Although he had not yet reached the level of an angel, he was already much stronger than before.

After doing this, Amon slightly raised his wrist, and his position instantly switched with Dawn Dantes's.

At this moment, Amon was on high alert, and he was prepared for his clone to perish at the hands of the Church of the Night.

However, when Amon looked behind Dawn Dantes, he found the area completely empty, without even a single wolf hair.

"Pfft!" Dawn Dantes couldn't help but burst out laughing when he saw that Amon's actions were as fierce as a tiger, but in the end he was just outsmarting thin air.

"Heh, to be honest, your prank is quite interesting. You're using me to digest the Trickster's potion, aren't you?" Amon wasn't angry at being tricked, after all, what came here was just an avatar, and its power, status, and judgment were all greatly weakened.

So it's normal for things to go wrong sometimes.

“Yes, as expected of the Son of God, he actually managed to completely digest the remaining Trickster potion in my body,” Dawn Dantes said.

“Completely digested? Then I have a suggestion, would you like to hear it?” Amon pinched the monocle on his right eye. “Why don’t you jump to the Thief’s Path? I think the original body will be very interested in you. You are much more interesting and fun than Pales.”

"If you choose the shortcut, you won't have to worry about extraordinary traits from now on. All the way up to angel, I will provide you with extraordinary traits. All you need to do is play games with me."

"No, no, that would be bad for my health." Dawn Dantes gave a blunt refusal. "My current extraordinary path is fine, and I have no intention of changing it, so thank you for your kindness, Your Highness."

"Ha, this is your loss," Amon sighed and laughed.

Just as he was about to say something more, the spot where he was standing suddenly burst into flames, which swept towards Amon.

"This is your trump card? A Bloodthirsty Knight Mystic?"

“Yes.” Dawn Dantes raised his right hand, preparing to unleash the second “Heavenly Punishment.”