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The "deceptive mentor" who only had Sequence 3 looked at the monocle in his hand regretfully, and touched it for a long time before putting it back in his pocket.

Amon loses his ontology, as well as the symbol of uniqueness and sequence one.

The original skill of "wearing a monocle" that could directly make Amon feel the main body and the surrounding Amon not only does not exist, but also directly puts them in danger. In this case, the Amuns were also forced to learn to protect themselves.

But without monocles, Amon is just an inconspicuous foreigner. He tugged around the dark scarf around his neck, glanced back at the inn where the giants had gathered, and turned to walk in the opposite direction.

"I have no interest in the belief of the 'fools'...... But now that His followers have appeared here, then I should consider whether to change places, the ability to aggregate between non-adjacent paths is not so strong, and I can still hide for a while. ”

The "deceitful mentor" pondered as he sat down in a restaurant on the other street, and instead of drinking, he ordered a hot cup of coffee, a little fried pancake full of Fussack's character, a grilled sausage, and a pie with a bit of meat—not too small, one of the best restaurants in town, but still not serving a single ounce of green. He looked at the rest of the tavern, whose breakfast was still a shocking mix of spirits with pancakes or bread, and they were so hearty that Amon was one of the most gentle.

"Why the hell did the ontology lose the source fort......"

"Even if he doesn't do anything and stays in the Source Castle, he won't make Crane Moretti a 'fool'."

He had thought about these questions many times, and he believed that the other clones were probably confused by them as well.

He sliced the butter with his knife, and the butter flakes that had been frozen into planks by sub-zero temperature made a crunch and some crumbs fell.

Seeing this, Amon stole a bit of heat from the fireplace, and after this heat adhered to the blade, he easily softened and cut the butter flakes. He spreads butter on the pancakes, cuts off a slice of sausage, and puts it in his mouth together.

The food tasted good, but Amon's mind wasn't on it at all.

- As a group, Amun has a unified "factory setting", that is, the preferences of the ontology, but they will also have different preferences depending on the individual's occupation. For example, a bartender must be more able to drink, and a postman must pedal a bicycle faster. But despite this, Amon does not have a situation where he likes to drink because he is a bartender.

The main body is connected to each of their clones and shares the feeling of being alive, so the Amuns can live without any purpose and choose "death" in pursuit of excitement. But he always remembered the day when the existence of the essence suddenly disappeared.

Syllable. As if something was broken, he suddenly realized that he had no body.

Moreover, there is no angel-level doppelganger in his area of activity, and he has become a free individual.

And after gaining "freedom", he instantly realized that the Doppelganger Amon without his body was very likely to face the revenge of his former opponents, so he immediately chose to take off his monocle - he didn't have enough strength, he didn't want to be seen by himself, or the old enemies of the ontology because of the monocle - the survivors of the thief family who hated them so much in the "Hermit of Destiny", and Parles Zoroaster, It shouldn't be long before they find out that the body is dead!

And after taking it off, he suddenly understood.

This is because he doesn't want to die.

He began to fear death.

……

The half-giants made their way back to where they lived, and when they entered the house, they took off their thick coats.

"Badr, you're on a mission again?" The members of the trade team asked with a smile.

He still had a large bag of pancakes and sausages of all flavors in his hand, and when Badr approached, he handed it all over: "I knew you must have gone on a mission and brought you breakfast." ”

"Thank you." Badr thanked his friend and then said to the innkeeper, "Please give me a jug of hot milk." ”

The boss didn't dare to look at the faces of the members of Yuecheng, but he had been nervously following the movements of this big man since just now, and nodded hurriedly when he heard the words: "Okay, is it like yesterday?" ”

"Yes, just the same amount as yesterday. Is there any syrup? ”

"Yes, there is, but maple syrup is very expensive in the current season, and the share of the store's storage is not very large......"

Badr thought for a moment, "Oh, then no, we'll wait in the dining room." ”

The boss breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave the counter: "Okay." ”

Yesterday, when this group of ten giants wanted to stay in his hotel, he was still resistant.

Although height in the Vosak Empire is often directly linked to status, the bosses always feel that they are not like nobles, and any of them can kill themselves with a casual flick of their arm, and they also seem to scare other customers away, which can seriously affect their business.

In the end, he agreed, but because there were too few tourists in winter, and there were not many people in the whole hotel, he really needed to earn some money to at least make up for the daily gas bill. What's more, these half-giants were much taller than the Fursaks, and had to live in a double room with two beds together to sleep soundly, and ten people and the small amount of luggage they carried occupied the entire third floor of the hotel at once.

It's better to arrange them far away from the rooms of other travelers, and even if other people really have opinions, they probably don't dare to say anything after seeing the height of these people.

When they moved in, the boss could still think bitterly: this group of people has a strong deterrent effect, so that the thugs on the street and the idlers who don't have jobs will no longer dare to fight the idea of a restaurant.

The only problem is that there is always one person in this group who goes out once and preaches the "foolish" faith.

This is the most important thing, the Ferneport Empire does not recognize any belief in gods other than the God of War, even if the Feneport people, who have been allies for a hundred years, enter, they need to obtain diplomatic permission to "believe in Mother Earth during their stay in the Vorsack Empire", or temporarily convert.

In such a powerful authoritarian religious atmosphere, even if it is just an ordinary town, there are churches and attached inquisitions!

But the boss was surprised to find that the local Inquisition and chapel did not react to this.

He even happened to see a priest in the church appear in a nearby tavern, and the other party took off his priest's robe and drank while silently looking at the group of half-giants who were discussing their beliefs - the boss was trembling with fright, chanting the name of the god of war and praying to confess his mistakes, and suddenly realized that this priest, who was also a "giant", was actually shorter than the shortest person in the team.

The boss was a little frightened, a little uneasy, and of course he did not dare to ask the priest.

At the same time, he couldn't help but think of the rumors that came from nowhere, that the "descendants of the ancient giants" had reached the land of Vrsack, that they were a noble tribe favored by the gods, and that they were the true ...... of the country

He didn't dare to think about it, and hurried to the back kitchen to prepare a large jug of hot milk that the guests wanted.

Crunchy. On the other side, Badr had already gone upstairs with breakfast, and when he arrived at the door of the room, he said to his friend Bonn in Moon City:

"There's also no 'heating' in the city that we use."

“…… There is no electricity, and the lighting here is worse than our Miracle City, and we are specifically told to minimize the use of open flames. The sausages here are really delicious though, and I want to take some back and try them for my wife and kids as well. ”

As he spoke, he picked up a slice of pancake and rolled the whole sausage into it, biting off a third of the sausage burrito in one bite.

Bonn looked more normal, but his two eyes looked awkward, belonging to the kind of Yuecheng people who were not too seriously deformed, and had the courage to communicate with outsiders, he nodded when he heard this:

"I think that way, too!"

"How the hell did they come up with so many strange cooking techniques? Wrapped in spices in the sausage, there is also a spicy taste. ”

Badr nodded seriously, ate the burrito in his hand in two bites, chewed it carefully and tasted it for a while, and then made another burrito and held it in his hand: "By the way, His Highness the Divine Envoy asked us to pay more attention to other places and find ways to make money, do you have any ideas?" I was sluggish, only to find that they were basically untrained and had no extraordinary abilities, and only the people in the church were extraordinary. ”

"I found something else."

Bonn looked left and right and lowered his voice:

"In addition to not being able to use electricity, and gas heating is not as good as the heating given by the 'fools', I also found that they have no vegetables, no fruits, and no sugar to eat in the winter."

"The captain went out to inquire, and it turned out that in winter, not being able to eat vegetables and fruits is the norm. Even if there were, it was cultivated in greenhouses, and it was very expensive, and only those nobles could afford to eat it. ”

The aristocracy is a very special concept in the hearts of the people of the Eastern Continent, and it took a long time for money to get used to it, and it is difficult for them to explain it with their own experience and concepts that have survived in the world of distribution according to needs and public ownership.

Badr understood after a little listening:

"You mean we can do business with people out there and sell our food to them for money? But...... But didn't His Highness say that our mushrooms, meat, and apples might be difficult for outsiders to accept? ”

The main sources of meat in the Eastern Continent are various meat mushrooms, as well as moss pork.

The main sources of vegetables in the Eastern Continent are various mushrooms, mossy pork, and apple chicken.

It's amazing that, despite having only a few major crops, Frank is still nutritionally balanced, with meat and vegetables. Protein and vitamins do not fall in one place, all-round development.

When the priest in the church saw the food, he was so shocked that he didn't say anything for a long time.

"Maybe? If it's cooked, you shouldn't be able to see anything wrong. "Bonn is also not sure if the outside world will accept their specialty," ...... I've heard that His Highness St. Frank has already started to develop cane sugar, so maybe we can buy some as well. ”

"Sweet mushrooms?"

"Perhaps."

"That's great." "I'm very interested in cooking, and if I can study outside for a long time, I really hope to open a small restaurant in the Silver City in the future, so that everyone can taste the delicious food." ”

Bonn nodded, and then something suddenly came to mind:

"By the way, I'll have to say a prayer first." Mr. Fool sent down an oracle that all the people of Mooncity could make a wish to him that there would be no more deformities. But quite a few people were going out, so the high priest told us to do corporate prayer at a fixed time, which was at nine o'clock. ”

"Yes! You're going to be a handsome guy in no time, congratulations, my friend! ”

As for the prayer to Mr. "Fool", Badr raised his hands and feet in agreement, and did not mean to urge Bonn at all.

Every morning when he woke up and before he went to sleep at night, he prayed for more than a minute to thank Mr. Fool for bringing pure sunshine, delicious food, and no more oppressive despair.

By this time Bonn had found a chair and sat down, and prayed to Mr. "Fool" reverently:

"The great Lord who dominates the spiritual realm, the 'fool' who does not belong to this age, I long for your protection, for you to fulfill my wish to get rid of my deformity......"

Such words rang out in this town and throughout the city of miracles at the same time.

In the Crescent City, Xin and Ruth, who were very inferior, vaguely guessed that Mr. "Fool" intended to fulfill their wishes, and when they prayed, their bodies trembled slightly, and it was difficult to control them.

They are so eager to be like normal people.

At the moment when the different wishes fell, the invisible power spread rapidly like ripples on the surface of the water, spilling on the people of Yuecheng.

Xin suddenly felt something, and raised his hand sharply, touching the center of his face.

The next second, she touched her real nose.

Almost instinctively, Xin rubbed the position several times from top to bottom and from bottom to top before he dared to believe that he had a nose and was no longer deformed.

She closed her eyes instantly, bent down, pressed her forehead to the ground, and praised Mr. "Fool" uncontrollably.

Around her, similar compliments became more and more, louder and more neat.

Ruth's eyes were separated, Bonn's eyes became symmetrical, and every deformed and hereditary-looking person from Moon City and Silver City broke through their original limitations at this moment and transformed into a normal person.

Immediately afterward, everyone heard a long bell at the same time:

"Dang!"

Bonn subconsciously looked up and looked at the place where the bell came from, and found that the familiar bell was not much away from here.

"Your Milk ......"

Just then, the proprietor with a large pot cautiously walked up, and the first thing he saw was Bonn standing in the aisle praying. Between the four eyes, he was suddenly stunned.

Who is this young man in front of him who has good facial features and even looks quite good?

The boss didn't even forget to speak, he looked the young man up and down three times before he was sure by his clothes, this was the only man in the ten-person squad with an ugly deformity and two eyes that were seriously misaligned!

"Thanks, I'll get it for you."

Just when he was stunned, Bonn was already laughing, and reached out to take the big pot with a single slash. Seeing the other party staring at his face, and then thinking about the time when everyone saw their own face, they either avoided it in fear, or lowered their heads and did not dare to look again, or whispered and peeked again, Bonn's mood had never been so good, and even made him want to laugh or cry.

"Do you care about my face?"

He touched his forehead, touched his eyes, which had finally returned to their normal position, and the corners of his mouth went up, but it seemed to wipe away tears:

"Praise the 'fools'!"

"It was He who fulfilled my wishes, He heard my prayers, and He who healed my deformity for more than twenty years......"

As he spoke, the big man really burst into tears and couldn't cry in front of strangers.

TBC

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In the Chapel of the Fool, Zaratul listened to the afterglow of the bells, hummed with satisfaction, and combed his gray beard in a good mood.

(End of chapter)