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Round Tower, inside the Chief Chamber.

The "shadow" that monitored Derrick's entire process described what had happened as it was. Colin with gray hair and a scar on his face. Yin Liat listened quietly, and said softly:

"Derrick, or Amun, did prepare in advance. The candles engraved with symbols, the evil objects that allow Duck to expose his problems, the whispered prayers made under the pretext of pouring water, and the sacrificial ritual that finally sends the object away show that the whole thing is going according to his plan. ”

"Two questions, one, who does the secret symbol on the candle point to, Amun himself or the deity behind him? Second, why would Amon prefer not to have this doppelganger and expose the anomaly of the exploration team, because he and the one behind the curtain are mortal enemies? So what did he spend forty-two years in Silver City for? ”

"Could it be that he predicted this in advance, so he deliberately met the previous exploration team and let the clone lodge in their body, so as to sabotage the plan of the one behind the Veil? Forty-two years of waiting for this moment? ”

Hearing the chief's question, the "shadow" monitor suddenly said, "Maybe that's the case! ”

"Sir 'Chief', do you think about it, why did Amon wait patiently for forty-two years, but suddenly let Hudel get out of control after Derik was locked up next door to him? Because the prophesied time is coming, he is anxious to change to a parasite who can move freely to destroy the plan of the one behind the Veil! ”

"It's true that we were only thinking about what was wrong with Derik and didn't think about the timing."

Silver City "Chief" Colin responded thoughtfully.

The Shadow Monitor immediately said, "Your Excellency, please immediately control all the members of this exploration team, they are definitely in trouble!" And Elder Lovia, there's a good chance she's also been polluted! ”

Colin frowned slightly and said, "Before you reported this matter, even before Duck went out, Lovia came to me and told me that she suspected that the members of this exploration team were contaminated by something, and suggested that they should secretly do a certain amount of surveillance, and if necessary, let them guard the inverted mausoleum of Elder Harvic." ”

Harvic was the former "chief" of Silver City, and built a mausoleum for himself deep into the ground, after which he lived in it, appearing less and less, and eventually, the gate was closed, never to be opened again.

"Elder Lovia mentioned the anomaly a long time ago?" The "shadow" monitor asked in amazement. After receiving an affirmative answer, he whispered, half-puzzled and half-relaxed, "Elder Luovia has no problem. ”

"I've sent someone to control the members of the exploration team, but we can't ignore the other possibilities."

"By the way, is there anything unusual about the Scolders?"

"Nope." The watcher shook his head quickly, "They've been living their normal lives, hunting and patrolling, their children are still growing fast, and according to the doctor, it's almost four months now. ”

"Okay, I got it."

"Chief" Colin exhaled, "Let Avlo come over and I'll interrogate Derick Berg with her." ”

233

Lovia was silent, sitting in her room, clutching her skull in her hands, as if trying to get some warmth from it.

She thought that she must have misjudged, that the food was not a gift from the gods, and that it was not the same thing as the mural that allowed her to gain faith but retain her sanity, and that her team members had indeed become compatriots, but at the same time seemed to have lost a lot of things, such as self and reason...... They are no longer themselves. This method is wrong, it is not the right way to communicate with the Lord, and it does not spread the faith smoothly, but it has caused more than a dozen young people to die in vain in their own mistakes.

I made a mistake, I killed them. Lovia slowly lowered her head, buried her face in the shadows, and hugged her husband's skull tightly.

But after tens of seconds, she raised her head again, her eyes determined.

The verdict of the Council of Six had not yet arrived, and she still had some work to do, she had to inform the Great Lord of the information about that mysterious existence. She set the skull aside and broke her left with her right hand, flesh squirming in an attempt to reconnect. As she muttered the prayer she had heard from Dark, who had been contacted through flesh magic and occultism, she snapped the fingers of her left hand one by one and put them in her mouth, biting so hard that the bones and flesh rattled in her mouth.

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Beckland, the Aurora stronghold, inside the Underground Temple.

Mr. A, dressed in a black robe with a hood, sat quietly in front of the upside-down statue of the giant god and did not move for a long time. It is his daily punctual vespers, and at the end of the day's work, he will come here on time to meditate and silence for a long time under the image of the Lord, seeking peace of mind.

Last week's tragic failure forced him to recuperate for two days, but fortunately, he missed the first outstanding employee commendation meeting of the Aurora Club, and he didn't have to look at the corners of Z's grin to the back of his head. After being able to go to the ground, A secretly swore that the first place this month must be himself! You have to be your own in the future! Won't let Z go shit luck again! The Lord's spell is none other than himself!

Suddenly, he tilted his ear, as if listening to something.

After a brief pause, Mr. A reluctantly raised his hands and snapped off his right index finger with his left palm. He shoved the bloody finger into his mouth and chewed it like a snack.

Grunt!

Mr. A's throat squirmed, and he swallowed his bitten finger into his abdomen. His body trembled, as if he was being grabbed and shaken by an invisible man.

In this state, Mr. A stretched out his right hand and wrote words on the ground with the blood flowing from the wound.

Those words were not the language of giants, dragons, or Hermes used for sacrifices, but the most ordinary and ordinary Rune. The bright red color quickly condensed, and the words were pieced together into several paragraphs:

"Found:

"Fools who do not belong to this age;

"The mysterious lord above the gray mist;

"The King of Yellow and Black who rules good fortune.

"Volumes and believers, in Beckland."

As the "Apocalypse" ended, Mr. A stopped trembling, and a brand new finger grew from the wound.

He buried his head and looked carefully at the words he had just written, the corners of his mouth curled up a little in the shadows.

"Obey your oracle!" Mr. A humbly prostrates on the ground, and seems to have found the meaning of existence again.

234

Amon played with the Rubik's Cube with great interest.

Although he could see at a glance the fastest way to restore it with the ability of a decryptor scholar, he was now learning how to have fun with his monotonous behavior, so he selectively forgot the formula he had just solved, twisted the Rubik's Cube one by one, and was not very skilled at restoring the first side, meditating on how to restore the second side.

There is no plastic in this world, the Rubik's Cube is made of metal, it is heavy to start with, and there is an obvious resistance to rotate one grid at a time when twisting, and the sound of the mechanical bearing rotating sounds very decompressive.

After finally putting the first and second sides together, Amon suddenly found that the one in the corner of the first side had been transferred to the corner on the other side, and if he got it back, the second side that had just been completed would return to the pre-liberation period. Amon froze, Amon felt that this was also part of learning, Amon meditated, Amon scratched his ears and cheeks, Amon thought fruitlessly, but he didn't want to see the standard answer he deciphered, so he picked up the hammer.

"That's the second Rubik's Cube invented by Russell the Great."

Edward found out about Amon's attempt to cheat, and reminded him coolly: "The first one was destroyed in the fire, and the third was saved by the Steam Church, so she only made three of them herself, and only the second one who was outlived was sought after." The second Rubik's Cube currently sells for almost two million pounds, enough to buy a Sequence 3 Extraordinary trait. ”

"Is this worth a me?" Amon reluctantly put down the hammer, "It can't be stolen, it doesn't have extraordinary properties, it's not even a seal, it's just two hundred years old and it's going to be sky-high because of the added meaning, human values are really incomprehensible." ”

After speaking, he put down the Rubik's Cube, stood up and stretched, walked to the side of the bed and looked out: "I have been locked up by you for 158 years, and after I came out, I feel that the world has not changed much, that is, there are more people, the factory is a little bigger, and even the layout division of the newspaper has not changed." And there's no interesting news here, and I'm kind of tempted to go back to your throne and continue my research on the history and culture of the Old Days and the real game. ”

"If you're so greedy for my console and switch, you can go to ancient scholars and play with historical projection."

"That's only fifteen minutes."

Amon pinched his eyes and sat down on the windowsill reserved for the bay belly window, half leaning against the glass, looking down into the streets and crowds of Jowood. The sky is almost forever covered with a yellowish-gray haze, which is made up of incompletely burned coal and dust from various chemical products, and is responsible for the reduction of life expectancy in Beckland.

After the haze, the white light of the sun faintly shone through, and at nine o'clock in the morning, it didn't have to be much brighter in the evening, and the white marble façade and spire of the Holy Wind Cathedral could be seen from afar: "Fifteen minutes is not enough for me to finish a boss." I heard that several cathedrals of the Church of the Storm will have gaps in some specific places to simulate the sound of the wind and waves, like the echoes in a conch. I don't know if it's true. ”

"There is indeed such a process."

Edward naturally picked up the abrupt twist: "They also make amulets from irregular pearls and conchs, and the storm and the sea are always closely connected, so that the wind can be violent." ”

"In ancient times, when humans could not control thunder and lightning, long wooden boxes with iron balls were used in churches. The sound of rolling iron balls, coupled with the natural echoes and amplification effects in the church, simulates thunder. ”

Amon had a "I see" and "That's interesting" expression, and it seemed that he wanted to go to a certain church.

After a while, he said, "Sure enough, I still have no interest in human beings at all, and even if I know that kindness is beautiful, gentleness, kindness can make people get connections and praise, I can't empathize." ”

"What's the use of those compliments? Suppose there is a good person, then this good person will have two possibilities, one is to sell fame and reputation, and the other is the so-called natural goodness. If he sells his fame, then I think it is understandable, after all, when human beings preach virtue, there is such a thing as 'man must live for himself'. But if it is a naturally good person, even if it is just the kind of good that 'he has ten sules, he has to give 1 sul to others, and does not ask for anything in return', such a kind poor person, or even a kind ordinary person, should have a hard time living to grow up, right? ”

"Hmm."

Edward listened to the typist speak his mind. Of course, he was no longer a typist, he wore the classical wizards' robes and pointed wide-brimmed hats that Amun had always aesthetically aesthetic, but he ingeniously replaced the frame of his monocle with a new style of openwork and gold, and a wing-shaped decoration, which looked noble and elegant and trendy.

Edward brought himself a cup of hot milk, which Amon naturally stole and gave himself another one. In the process, she suddenly closed her eyes and spent two seconds listening to something, then showed a somewhat puzzled expression and couldn't help but sneer.

"Of course, my father said that there are always exceptions to everything, so I don't say it too much. Therefore, if there is really a good person, then this person must at least be born in a family with a certain financial ability, be able to live on his own, and do not have to worry about starving to death because he is good and robbed of all his bread, and does not have to be hated by the people he helps after one day he has no money because of his kindness...... Kindness seems to be associated with wealth, status, and power, but isn't this the opposite in the world? Human nature is probably self-contradictory, so I don't understand it at all, and I don't want to understand it. ”

Amon touched the small wings on his monocle and the sapphire hanging from the gold chain, and was very satisfied with his aesthetic.

He said all his thoughts and thoughts, and felt that the doubts in his heart were slightly dispelled, so he sank into the sofa peacefully, and began to drink hot milk in a dignified and reserved manner with a milk muffin.

The outer god also said that instead of simply imitating or parasitic other things, it is better to try to study and learn, and if you can really understand "human nature" smoothly, even if you don't have it, you can play and understand it somewhat. So Amon took this as his own subject and slowly explored it.

"Independent thinking is an important way for a creature to express itself, and it is a crucial step from it to become him."

Edward closed the Chronicle of the Kingdom of Rune, published by the official printing office of Intis in his hands, and affirmed Amun's independent thinking, and consistently did not add his own opinions, but only added them from the side.

After chatting for a while, she smiled:

"I have interesting news for you."

"Just a few minutes ago, while you were making your presentation, the Aurora Society, my ally, your crazy half of your father gave a commission to find the "Fool Who Doesn't Belong to This Era", the "Yellow and Black King Who Holds Good Luck."

"Fools?" Amon was amused, "The owner of the Source Fort that we suspect is actually proclaiming his identity with such fanfare? Although I don't know who it is, it won't have anything to do with Antigonus anyway. ”

"Heaven Descends"

"That's not what I'm talking about." Edward's smile immediately lost its warmth, "Go back and re-read the middle school Chinese and English textbooks." ”

Amon hurriedly sat up straight with the cup: "Would you like to hear it?" ”

Xuan, the ancient Chinese word for color, i.e., "black and red", or "dark cyan, blue-black". Fu means good luck and blessing. Amon's expression was strange, and Edward felt a little amused when he said it, "The phrase 'King of Yellow and Black, who is in charge of good luck' means Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun...... It's a ghost translation! But why not translate it as 'the god of yellow and black'? This honorific name must have nothing to do with Cleon Moretti, even if it is not him, he must have contributed to the process of honoring this honorific name. ”

"So what are we going to do?" Amon came interested, "Parasitize him, and then let him explain everything clearly?" ”

"Not for the time being, and there's no hurry. Hawkers, what if this ghost translation is acquiesced by Tianzun, what if she hinted at it, and wanted to come to Yin? Then you may be in the right place, and you will be unlucky with me. Edward didn't have the idea of doing anything at all, anyway, she had time, and it wasn't herself who should be anxious, but the gods on earth. She leisurely brought the teacup to her lips, the corners of her mouth pursed in an indifferent and sharp upward arc.

"We'll see?"

TBC

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The camera pans back from the Godforsaken Lands.

I've wanted to say for a long time, the translator of Crane, the king of yellow and black who is in charge of good luck, is really too spiritual......