Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 211 Amon's Plans

"Teacher, it's been a long time." Amon greeted Truman with a smile.

"What do you want from me?" Truman and the others sat down to the side, and Amon's clone came to pour tea.

"It's been a long time since we've seen the teacher." The maid who had just greeted them from outside was serving tea. She wore a crystal monocle, but her eyes never left Roselle.

Russell's face was slightly pale, a lingering effect of being frightened just now.

Amon also sensed the "Source Castle" aura emanating from Roselle.

He couldn't help but look at Truman, who raised his eyebrows slightly and lifted his chin slightly.

Amon was eager to try, and his true form excitedly wanted to use the "loophole" to jump to the Source Castle, but at a certain moment his body froze.

He looked at the gray mist above the spirit realm and sensed something.

"Huh? It's fake?"

But as expected of Amon, he had a deeper understanding of this "Source Castle" aura.

A sudden realization dawned on Amon: if he dared to use this connection to jump into the "Source Castle," the "Source Castle" would surely mobilize all its power to suppress him.

This is the state Truman was in when he first arrived at Source Castle.

The patterns on the silver plaque are completely isolated from the "Source Castle". If someone tries to jump up by creating a "loophole", the "Source Castle" will definitely judge it as "dream entry".

Then we need to eliminate them with all our might.

However, Amon is currently completely unable to withstand that kind of attack.

"Fortunately, I knew it wouldn't be that easy." Amon gave up on Roselle, looked at Truman, and wasn't too disappointed.

"Why is this ship in your hands?" Truman took a sip of his black tea, which tasted quite good, and then looked at Amon and asked.

"Don't forget, I was once a duke of the Tronsust Empire."

"So you've parasitized your emperor's family?" Bethel's expression was not good.

"It's just one of them." Amon's expression didn't change at all, completely disregarding the matter.

"You!" Bethel's eyes sparkled.

"Get out of here if you want to fight!" Truman reached out and grabbed, directly isolating the space where the two angel kings were. At that moment, Bethel understood Truman's meaning, and a terrifying lightning storm erupted in his eyes.

The two angel kings engaged in a very friendly sparring match.

Truman shook his head and poured Russell a cup of tea.

"Is Mr. Abraham Mr. 'The Door'?" Russell listened to the entire conversation and made the most reasonable yet most unbelievable guess.

"Yes." Truman had no intention of hiding it.

"..." Rosell glanced at Truman, nodded slightly, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

Everything is understood without words.

"This is a battle between angels using the 'Apprentice' and 'Thief' pathways." Roselle watched, mesmerized, of course, with Truman's spatial barrier isolating him from the contamination.

He was close to becoming a demigod, and in just a few months, his research on the stars had reached its limit. He would soon be able to digest the "Astronomer's" potion and prepare to advance to demigod status.

At that time, he will become a high-sequence demigod, and then choose three demigod-level abilities from the silver medal.

The battle between the two angel kings was very short. After the spatial barrier was removed, Amon, who had not yet gathered all his attributes, was slightly inferior. His pointed soft hat collapsed a little, and his classical robe was slightly charred.

"It hurts a little." Amon gently adjusted his monocle, but the smile remained on his lips.

"You still haven't answered me, why is this ship in your hands?" Truman asked again.

"Of course, it's because I need it," Amon said matter-of-factly.

The ghost ships of the Terensust Empire have been adrift in the Misty Sea for over a thousand years, representing the last vestiges of an empire.

Even angels would find it extremely difficult to locate in the vast ocean.

Amon also put in a lot of effort.

"You're my teacher," Amon said, looking at Truman.

"...It's not the right time yet." Truman shook his head gently.

"So you mean you'll give it to me when the time comes?" A glint flashed in Amon's monocle.

It was at this moment that Amon realized how wise his father had been to make him a student of his dreams so early on.

Unlike that "paranoid," he hasn't even gathered all the materials yet.

Of course, He is missing one now.

"We'll see how you do," Truman said, then left the ghost ship with Bethel and Russell.

This place has become Amon's private palace, and there is absolutely no value in exploring it anymore.

Soon, they returned to the Roselle.

"I've already reached an agreement with the owner of the ghost ship; neither side will go to war!"

Russell loudly announced that the alert was lifted.

Everyone on board breathed a sigh of relief; the sheer size of this ghost ship made it impossible to even think of resisting.

"Now, let's continue our journey toward the 'Abyss'!" Rosell took the helm again and headed toward the abyss along the established course.

Unlike before, this ship was followed by a ghost ship that could be described as a sea fortress.

"Why did you follow me again?" Truman looked at Amon speechlessly, thinking that Amon would reasonably and logically slip away.

"Making choices that don't match your guesses is also a form of fraud," Amon chuckled.

"Besides, you're the center of attention in the world right now, and following you is the most interesting thing in the world."

"Whatever." Truman ignored him. Amon didn't try to parasitize Russell and the others in front of Truman, and they got along peacefully.

But gradually, the abyss lay ahead.

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Starlight descended, slicing a group of strange fish-men who were trying to climb onto the ship in two.

But the next moment, a huge, grayish-black hand grabbed the edge of the ship and quickly climbed upwards, the writhing flesh about to completely take over the ship.

"Purify!" A sun appeared in Roselle's hand.

The sun is also a star, and astronomers were anciently called astrologers because they were able to harness the power of the sun.

The sun radiated a powerful, purifying light, forcing the dark shadow beneath the water to emerge. It was a demonic body composed of countless corpses, with several heads oozing pus on its neck.

Russell threw the sun he was holding directly into the sea.

With a loud bang, all the demons vanished.

"We're really close to the abyss." Rosell breathed a sigh of relief, peering through the starlight to take in the scenery several nautical miles away.

"...No wonder it's the most evil and filthy place in the world." Rosell felt his soul trembling.

A "gap" appeared in the world on the vast ocean, and all the filth and evil of this world gathered here.

"We've arrived!" Truman and the others also came to Roselle's side, looking at the abyss wonder that seemed like a miracle.

This was probably the first time that someone had actually traveled by boat to the abyss.

I'm taking half a day off. The recent plot has gotten stuck in a rut, and reader feedback hasn't been great, so I need to sort things out. I might cut some scenes that don't affect the main storyline.

(End of this chapter)