"And do you believe that?"

"I don't believe it."

At this point, Esther gave her answer categorically.

As if to persuade herself, she quickly added, "I don't know why He came to that conclusion, but I don't have any memories of anything outside the barrier, I only know about what is inside the barrier, and a large part of it is still ...... Well, memories of the old days."

It's also someone else's memory.

Esther was convinced that her consciousness had been born in the Source Castle long before she received the name "Zoya". However, the river of fate has been calling to her, as if waiting for a stream to break through the collapsed rocks and re-pour into the sea that contains everything.

Fate is where she belongs, and the source that calls her is the Key of Light, and Esther never doubts this, no bird will doubt the egg from which it breaks, but what Amani said......

What else could it be? The damned former spiritual lord could only ensure his survival if he completely hindered his resurrection. Otherwise, when he wakes up, Esther suspects that she won't even have a "result", which is the dilemma that Zoya has been trying to escape.

Amon obviously didn't understand what Esther was distressing about, for him, if the night wanted to deceive and shake Zoya with some kind of lie, that would be the most normal development, in line with the hidden conspiracy of the demon wolf.

After all, the sinister god had already taken action to remove most of the traces left by Zoya when he was in Beckland—shaking the anchor was the most common method in divine warfare, and the ordinary humans who were destroyed by divine warfare during the Quaternary period had not even carved a single number on the track of history.

Amon had been through this, so he only felt amused to see that Esther was still at a loss for those words.

The struggle on Esther's face made Amon look happy to watch the show, and he even deliberately provoked her: "I've told you many times that they can't be trusted. And you're always so stubborn that you just keep an eye on 'fate' and trust people you shouldn't trust."

"I didn't." Esther instinctively retorted, but there was no self-proof following.

Amon pinched his eyes, "If you're really a threat from outside, haha, I don't think you'll survive the Third Age, and even return your consciousness to the spirit realm safely. You were fragile enough at that time, and there were so many ways to 'deal with' you."

Esther choked for two seconds, and even though she agreed with the words in her heart, she tried not to show it on her face. Zoya of the Third Age was right under Dariberg's nose, and with Dariberg's cautious attitude towards the Grey Mist Seal, if he came from outside the barrier, he would inevitably guard him more closely.

Is it true that the Omniscient and Almighty do not know about this?

Esther frowned, realizing that Darzyberg seemed to have seen something about it a long time ago, but didn't tell anyone, including the goddess of the night who participated in the "Redeeming Rose" at that time.

In order not to give Amon any more excuses, Esther remembers something else: "But when you say that, you remind me...... Your father once mentioned something similar to me, and he asked me what my angle was."

"My father......

The smile on Amon's face faded a little, and he didn't say anything more, just stared at Esther with a rather critical eye, as if he was looking at some kind of expired moldy ingredient that was inedible, and Esther even saw a little regret.

Of course, this made Esther very uncomfortable, so she decided not to let Amon feel better: "Yes, it is impossible for your father not to know about it, but I am still accepted."

Amon didn't respond to the words, but just withdrew the gaze that fell on Esther: "That could be acceptance, or restraint, or exploitation...... But we'll never know why."

After He finished speaking, there was silence.

Esther knew in her heart that there might be someone else who might have a clearer answer: "Didn't you propose that I go to Adam for another treatment?"

"It's strange that you're considering my proposal," Amon raised an eyebrow, "and say his name and he'll know."

You speak ill of Him behind your back."

"I haven't forgotten that, but since I've talked about 'Weaver of Destiny,' I should talk to Adam, maybe...... Darriberg left him other instructions."

Amon was silent for a few seconds, he was weighing what benefits this matter could bring to him, if he really took him to the Northern Continent, Zoya's chances of escaping would also increase, and in the sphere of influence of the Seven Gods, it would be easier for her to get help and get out - but what had just happened had caused a gap in the relationship between Zoya and the Goddess of the Night.

Could this be Zoya's deception?

Amon glanced at it and felt that the other party really didn't have such a mind and couldn't express such superb acting skills.

But he didn't have to help Zoya.

"It's useless for you to mention His name here. He won't set foot on this continent, because the madman is watching here." Amon said with a smile.

He did not reply to Esther's proposal, which was already a "veto" of his own.

Esther took a deep breath and reorganized her composure thoughts, "Okay, then we've eliminated the three cities now, plus Silver City, and the remaining three cities?"

"I just need to stall, everywhere."

Amon spoke so sincerely, Esther didn't know how to answer for a moment.

But Amon seemed pleased with Esther's distracted reaction: "By the way, I still have something to tell you, we can talk slowly."

Esther's face showed a little tiredness, and she simply sat down next to Amon two meters away - but her "deception" of trying to change the structure of the air had no effect, and she only sat on the slightly softened ground, unable to imitate Amon's light posture.

Esther sighed, "What is it?"

Amon clicked his monocle, and a spiritual wall centered between the two of them was instantly erected on the periphery, and he spoke, "If I were to bring back to the real world a king of angels who had been badly polluted by the old days from the sealed 'secret', would you have any way to deal with him?"

Esther subconsciously raised her head and glanced at the dark sky: "The old days outside? That's a lot of trouble."

"I'm going to steal His rites of enlightenment, and you'll need to bring the 'Gate' path back to the present world so that a new 'mystery' can be born, won't you?" Our interests are aligned on this point."

"I do have a way to preserve most of His Spirits...... But that's not a very gentle approach, and you need to suppress the pollution He carries in some other way."

"You can't do it either?"

Esther's fingers curled up with a strand of bangs, and her smile was helpless: "I seem to have seen the angel king you mentioned in my consciousness. If it is the pollution of Him, I am not qualified to suppress it, and I need the 'mystery' itself."

Amon smiled and pointed in the direction of the west, where the Giant's Court was still closed, "I do know that there is something that qualifies."

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