347

During the "Archaeology" event of the Mechanical Heart, a short film played in the Magic Mirror "Arrows" brand home theater, the "Mechanical Heart" blasted open the door of the mausoleum after a round of powerful artillery fire, and entered the mausoleum of the Quaternary nobles who had not yet collapsed under the leadership of the demigod Horamik Haydn, the archbishop of the Steam Church.

In the process, one of the team members was attacked by the Shadow of Human Skin, but was quickly freed. Klein finally saw the Sequence 6 potions main material that he had been thinking about, and he was secretly happy.

After clearing the perimeter of the burial chamber and finding nothing else, they reassembled and walked towards the corridor leading to the main burial chamber.

The indiscriminate bombardment along the way cleared most of the threats, and its expensive cost and bold style made Klein's eyes glaze out.

It didn't take much effort for the "Heart of Machines" to pass through the corridor, and the only dangerous seal, the "ghost frame" that can seal spirits in the record, was also easily removed by Archbishop Horamic Haydn, and he didn't have time to show any danger.

At the end of the corridor, at the main burial chamber, there is a black stone door filled with a knife-and-axe-like pattern, and a gray-white disc is inlaid in the middle. The surface of the disc is divided into twelve compartments, and there is a black hand, like a clock from the outside.

The grids were not evenly distributed, large and small, and were extremely incongruous, and half of each grid was shaded.

"The coat of arms of the Amun family." Archbishop Horamik made a slight introduction.

He did not elaborate on the symbolism of the coat of arms, as only Iconser Bernard, a deacon, was qualified to know.

Crane relied on his occult accumulation to try to interpret it:

"The combination of the disc, the twelve grids, and the hands clearly represents time, which coincides with the 'Worm of Time' left behind after the demise of Amon's doppelganger, and the twelve squares that should have been evenly divided are different in size and shrouded in a certain shadow, does it indicate that the Amon family is the dark side of time? Where is their title of 'blasphemous'? ”

Klein's thoughts swirled, and Archbishop Horamic pushed open the stone door without any protection.

The stone door is heavy and open, revealing an extremely spacious burial chamber.

In the center of the burial chamber is a high platform, on which a dark black coffin is placed. On the surrounding walls are iron-colored lampstands, holding white candles that are still burning quietly.

None of the candles flickered, and it was as if it were just a freeze-frame.

On the straight road from the stone gate to the coffin, there are corpses, dressed in black tweed coats and half-height silk top hats, or ordinary workers with peaked caps, who look like people who have only entered the place in recent years.

The group of extraordinary people who recruited helpers before? How did they get through the front area? Monsters such as the Shadow of Human Skin are obviously still alive...... Crane stared at the corpses with questions in his head.

At this glance, he was suddenly a little frightened.

The corpses were all sparsely white, with wrinkled skin and distinct markings, like old men in their eighties and nineties.

There were no obvious wounds on their bodies, they seemed to be alive and dead, and they had not been dead for a long time, and they had not yet had time to decompose.

Obviously, there will not be so many old and extraordinary people to explore the mausoleum, and even if they find that the people here are old, they will try to choose young and strong ones when recruiting helpers...... There's a wackiness here! Crane frowned slightly, and looked around again.

He quickly thought of the "Time Worm" left by Amon's clone, and the Amon's family coat of arms with the meaning of time on the stone door.

Is it one of the extraordinary abilities of the Amon family to age quickly? The Dark Side of Time...... Loophole of time...... Could it be that while others grow old quickly, the members of the Amon family will regain their youth and gain a longer life? Wait, these extraordinary beings easily broke into here, perhaps because the tomb owner was deliberately indulgent, and he wanted to rob others of their time to maintain their own existence...... Crane looked at the black coffin on the high platform with some speculation.

At this time, Horamic Haydn, a demigod and half-human powerhouse, raised his left hand and pressed down, "You stop here. ”

"Yes, Your Excellency." Ikanse and the others replied without hesitation.

Horamik looked ahead, his gaze resting on an upside-down frame at the bottom of the platform.

His expression did not change, and he walked forward without fast or slow.

One step, two steps, three steps, the normally normal Horamik suddenly trembled, and a sharp rubbing sound came out of his body.

His pace began to slow down, his movements stiffened a little, and his skin was noticeably dryer.

Something is wrong...... Not a normal human being...... What's the grinding sound just now? Klein muttered inwardly.

Four steps, five steps, six steps, there was a tearing sound from Horamik's body, and something fell to the ground with a clatter,

Crane subconsciously looked over and saw a gear.

Rusty gears!

Horamik kept walking, falling from his body, rusty screws, melted wax blocks, yellowed bones, and loose springs...... His figure grew thinner and thinner, swaying, and could collapse at any moment.

It's like a robot...... In the terminology of this era, like a living puppet...... Crane suddenly came to his senses.

He remembered that when he was still in the Tingen Professional Squad, Neil Sr. had said that Sequence 4 of the Mother Earth Church was good at "life refining", and the corresponding sequence of the "Knowledgeable" path was barely possible.

And Horamik is the high-order powerhouse of the "generalist" pathway!

The Horamic in front of me is not the real him, just a refining puppet, and the reason why the "ghost frame" just now is invalid is because the puppet has no spirit body at all! The real Horamic should still be hanging far away...... Demigods...... Suddenly, Klein walked up to the high platform, bent his knees, bent his back, and flipped the upside-down frame.

As the frame flipped, a sudden wind blew in the closed mausoleum, blowing away the invisible confinement and silence.

The candles on the iron-colored lampstand burned quickly and became unusually bright, but soon came to the end of their lives and melted away. The old corpse on the ground was rapidly decomposing, and the stench was permeating.

In just a few seconds, the main burial chamber was dim, and only the lanterns carried by the members of the "Heart of the Machines" barely illuminated the front.

Horamik picked up the frame on the ground and swayed up the stairs to the platform. He came to the black coffin, stretched out his right palm, and pushed hard.

Squeak, rubbing, the heavy coffin lid cracked a crack, as if it hadn't been nailed shut at all.

Horamik glanced down and said in the same voice:

"There are no bodies."

The scene zooms in, and Crane sees that the inside of the coffin is empty, except for a pale gold cushion at the bottom, embroidered with a worm with twelve rings.

At this moment, Horamic turned around, and the frame he was holding in his hand came into the eyes of Ikenser and the others.

With just one glance, Crane's gaze suddenly froze.

It was a portrait of a young man with a smile on his lips.

He had dark eyes and black curly hair.

He has a wide forehead and a thin face.

He hung his crystal monocle.

He wears a black peaked floppy hat.

Amon!

348

Amon bought a slice of freshly baked cake from a roadside shop, rolled it with cold whipped cream, sprinkled with cookie crumbs and chocolate chips, and firmly reproduced the "crepe" he had been coveting for a long time.

He has now replaced all the bells and whistles with basic ones, and his clothes have been changed to basic shirts, jackets and trousers. The thought of not being able to wear his beloved glasses for a long time ago, Amon was heartbroken. Not only did he put them all in his small room, but he also bought a glass display case with a lock.

He sat in the cake shop's lounge area, slowly nibbling on his dinner, with a glass of hot lemonade in his hand.

Through the glass, he leisurely and happily watched the crowd of people coming and going in the street, and saw several young gangs of thieves committing crimes, stealing pens, wallets, and silk handkerchiefs from passers-by's pockets, and occasionally cooperating, one of them coming to the old gentleman and pretending to ask for directions, and the other stealing a brand new silk scarf from the old gentleman's pocket.

The old gentleman soon noticed that something was wrong with the absent-minded way-finding child, and then found that his scarf had disappeared. He immediately turned around, but was snatched from the silver pocket watch in his pocket by another child who hurried to him.

The method of stealing is very crude. The deception mentor watched the theft of ordinary people with great interest, and by the way, he found Amon in his heart to make a comparison - thanks to the ability of parasitism, Amon obviously has superior wisdom and stealing skills, but he has never worked as a team.

So is there a need for Amon to work as a team?

Maybe it depends on who the opponent is...... If it's Medici, can I get a doppelganger to pretend to work with him, and then ...... No, Medici is now the best conspirator in the world, and I am far from being able to compare with him, let alone laugh at me before.

What about Adam? No, that guy is hard to deceive even if it's the body, right?

Other people's words may be immediately apparent as a fraud...... And the ability to parasitize itself is equivalent to increasing companions, the crowd tactics are crude but effective, and most importantly, all the right to interpret belongs to the ontology, as if there really is no need for conscious teamwork.

Amon thought to himself, and took a sip of lemonade without knowing what to do. When he looked out the window again, he was surprised to find that the old gentleman had caught a child and shouted that the child was a thief, attracting the applause of a group of passers-by.

The officers from the West Velas field also arrived quickly to take the child away from the scene.

Is it this child? There were a total of 4 people in the theft gang just now, the black-haired one stole the silver pocket watch, the blue-necked scarf took the silk scarf, and the one who didn't wear shoes took a few penny coins, only the yellow-haired child was asking for directions, he didn't steal, he wasn't a qualified thief.

The theft caused quite a stir, and even the clerks and customers in the bakery watched the excitement with curiosity.

Beckland's squalid conditions and hard labor have left many children orphaned and thieves, and adults unable to survive two generations. These people who do not have the ability to survive on their own can only survive by begging and stealing.

Although thefts usually occur frequently in the East End, this time, a few children are still too bold to commit crimes in the street, and the West Villas Field intends to make an example of chickens and monkeys, no matter how the children are tortured, they will not let go.

They cursed and beat the children's backs with their batons, which was a stark contrast to the tear-stained children on their faces.

But this scene only made the crowd laugh happily.

Amon took a closer look and found that the other three accomplices were hiding in the crowd of denunciators.

Well...... They are accomplices, and the three children should be chained together, but what should they do if they betray their companions, the thief shouts to catch the thief, and the only child who did not steal is held accountable for them?

The boy was roughly pulled by the arm of the police officer, and suddenly, the image in front of him flickered, and suddenly he found himself standing outside the crowd, and the terrible handcuffs and the large hands of the police officers were gone.

And the three children who were watching the play and secretly laughing at the newcomer's clumsiness and being caught suddenly found themselves in handcuffs and standing in the middle of the crowd, surrounded by the angry faces of adults.

They screamed and tried to escape, but were grabbed by several officers with one hand, shook and beaten roughly.

In a flash, the pocket watches and silk scarves, pens and coins they were hiding on their bodies all fell out with a clang, and the crowd was silent for two seconds, and then broke out into a louder noise.

The old gentleman immediately said, "My, Mr. Officer, these are what they stole from me!" ”

A tall police officer immediately bent down, picked up these bits and pieces, and handed them to the old gentleman as if offering treasures: "Yes, sir, these are your things!" ”

"Thank you, Mr. Officer!"

"Well done! Police officer! ”

"These little thieves should have been cleaned up a long time ago!"

"They stole my hat the day before yesterday!"

……

The evidence of the stolen goods is ironclad, and no matter how hard the three children struggle to justify it, it will not help. One thing they couldn't understand the most: the one who had just been arrested was still a clumsy newcomer, how could it become the three of them in a blink of an eye?

In the cake shop, Amon thoughtfully took a bite of the simple crepe, chewed on the fluffy cake slice and cream, and watched the child who had not stolen trot all the way in the direction of the East End, out of his sight.

According to human morality, it seems that I have just made an unsung hero, so that innocent children can be saved, and children who steal things are punished? However, I didn't feel happy, I didn't feel the legitimacy of this behavior, or the value of this "helping others" behavior, and no one would praise me, and I even felt that those three children who were very good at stealing were good seedlings worth cultivating.

Amon frowned, he wanted to use this little incident as a mirror to test his humanity, he thought he would have a "sense of accomplishment" for helping innocent children, but in fact he didn't.

"What about you? Are you feeling happy? Or happy? Or 'the aftermath of the catastrophe'......"

The little boy who ran into the alley suddenly stopped, he slowly lowered his head, and put on his monocle.

- and then with a puzzled expression.

"Nor is there joy in your heart? Do you just feel lucky and want to never steal again? The little boy muttered to himself, confused, "Are you still praising the Lord of the Storm?" Obviously I helped you, and those rough police officers just now must be believers in the storm. ”

The little boy spun around a few times in confusion, and the monocle on his right eye socket suddenly fell off and fell to the ground. It was like a block of ice falling into the water, and in an instant it melted into the ground.

The little boy shuddered, looked around quickly, and then quickened his pace and ran in panic.

Amon pinched his eyes, feeling that his research topic had entered a bottleneck: he did not feel as fulfilled as humans after helping others, and the children he helped did not express gratitude and joy, Amon felt like a soothsayer Sequence 8, spending his energy to do something that no one knew, was not profitable for him, and no one was even happy.

"I have to at least figure out why he's not happy."

Amon frowned and muttered, "Is it because he was saved too early?" Humanity seems to be saved later in becoming more and more religious, and if he is tortured, put in prison, tortured, starved, and suffered to the last breath, will he be grateful to me? Am I able to derive a sense of accomplishment and the joy of helping others from his gratitude? ”

"No, actually, those three real thieves are perfectly fine. I don't have to go out of my way to get him back. ”

"That's not right, don't you really need to change it back? He was wronged, and if he was tortured, he would definitely be more painful, and he would be even more grateful to me when he was saved by me in the future...... No, what if even so, he didn't thank me later? ”

"Maybe it was a mistake to choose to save him!"

"He brought my thinking to a dead end, and he didn't play cards according to human thinking, he was a failed object of social practice, and in order not to let him continue to disturb my thinking, I should erase him, terminate this experiment, and then choose the next person." Amon came to a conclusion.

The results of unsuccessful experiments should be cut out, and they cannot be counted as his mistakes. Amon breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

"Green Sword Fairy"

The little boy who had just run out of the alley, standing in the shadow of the East Side street, suddenly stopped again, took out a monocle from his pocket, and cherished it on his right eye.

At that moment, he suddenly saw a man standing on the side of the street who seemed to be waiting turn his head sharply and looked straight at him.

In the next moment, the passer-by appeared in front of him, and with one hand easily removed the monocle from the little boy's right eye, and just when Amon was in doubt, the passer-by squatted down, held the monocle in front of the little boy, and said to him gently:

"When you were arrested just now, it was a gentleman who saved you."

"Otherwise, you'll be the one who will be taken away now."

"Would you say 'thank you'? I want to say thank you to that gentleman. ”

The little boy was stunned, and parroted and muttered, "Thank you, thank you......"

Now Amon was stunned.

He thought about it, thought about it again, and felt that the little boy had done his job: that is, to thank himself. As for not feeling a sense of accomplishment, that's your own business. So he ended the parasitism and let the monocle shatter and disappear in the hands of the passerby.

In this way, he also successfully saw the face of this passerby:

—"Angels of Temperance", Richard Ernst.

In the last week of the year, He made an abrupt appearance in Beckland.

TBC

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After no one cares, Amon will still be directly exposed. Education has a long way to go.