Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Klein didn't need to spend any time at all to find the "thief" demigod parasitic on the rat.

The "parasite" wandering on the edge of losing control was surrounded by those crazy rats with red eyes, forming a group in the garden. The other rats tried to get close to the "parasite", but were bitten crazily by the big rats. and attacks, leaving more and more rat corpses behind.

The battle lasted only a few minutes, and the garden fell silent again.

Klein briefly lost track of the giant rat. Where the air bullets had bombarded him, only a pool of rat flesh and blood was left on the ground.

When Esther was just "promoted", she shared a lot of information about the "Stealer" demigod with him. Those gossips that she wrote with showoff when they were just chatting in letters have become extremely important at this time. Favorable first-hand information.

The disappearance of the host will affect the "parasite", but it is not that fatal. If the "parasite" can be transferred to the remaining carriers first, it can effectively get rid of most of the damage.

After being promoted, Klein reviewed the information he had learned previously, and he could see that there was some strange similarity between it and the Secret Puppet Transfer of the "Cunning Mage", which made him secretly sigh. It is indeed an adjacent path. .

At this time, the "parasite" was already out of sight, and Klein did not care. Instead, he confirmed through divination that he was still in the garden of Elk Manor.

So he cautiously hid in the dark, observing the spiritual threads extending from nearby creatures, trying to find the "parasite" whose strength had reached rock bottom.

If this opportunity is missed and a "parasite" hides in the dark and wants revenge, it will easily bring greater trouble to Klein, who lives on Berklund Street. He was not going to let go of this demigod who had malicious intentions and wanted to use Congressman Macht's daughter as a "backup carrier."

Until the guy who was almost completely out of control let out a painful gasp, and the source of the sound turned out to be a big tree:

"Why are you forcing me? Why are you forcing me?"

The other party repeatedly asked painful questions, and the hysterical voice gradually turned to resentment and viciousness: "Why are you forcing me!"

The skin of the big tree peeled off quickly, revealing wormholes that seemed to have been hollowed out. Insects with annular patterns emerged from them. They squirmed with illusory bodies similar to maggots, and fine patterns were deposited in their bodies. , it seems that time is passing by invisibly.

Those worms crawled back and forth on the big tree, drilling out and falling off from the inside. The moment they appeared, everything on Klein's body - his extraordinary abilities, perceptions, ideas, and even his clothes - were stolen. Got it!

But Klein's reaction was quick enough, and he had already transferred to another marionette before that.

As long as he replaces his own "worm" and gets rid of the state of having everything "stolen", he can use his own extraordinary abilities again.

But before Klein could take further action, another particularly peaceful voice with a slight smile sounded in the garden:

"Don't be anxious, don't be so angry, things will be sorted out."

There was an unnatural feeling in that voice, which easily convinced those who heard it. Even without seeing the male who made the voice, it created a sense of trust that was out of self-control.

But when Klein saw what the man who spoke looked like, his reason was instantly stuffed back into his brain.

Klein's first instinct was to use his "creeping hunger" to grab his "winner" marionette and escape from the Elk Manor without looking back.

He was afraid that if he looked back one more time, the "Angel of Time" wearing a monocle would come right in front of him.

Amon paused as he walked toward the big tree. He casually glanced at the spot where the person was standing in the corner. A distorted shadow passed over his monocle, and he captured part of the secret power of "dark night".

Dark Night has cultivated his own "Cunning Mage" and wants to compete for the ownership of Origin Castle? Could it be that He thinks that "The Fool" has an advantage over me, or even over the real body?

Amon looked away nonchalantly and continued walking towards the big tree.

The "parasite", who briefly recovered from the loss of control, did not recognize Amon. He was still in the special sense of comfort before and looked at the other person blankly.

Even if it is just a tree, the "parasite" can still retain a certain degree of perception of the outside world, including the split insects of time, which can provide visual and auditory assistance.

But at this moment, the "thief" demigod still failed to recognize the young man's true identity. No matter what a tree did or said, it had little meaning.

In the bushes trimmed into rectangular shapes, there was a slowly approaching creature that swayed with its branches and leaves, making a soft "rustling" sound.

Amon smiled and spoke, sounding kind and gentle: "Good evening, descendants of the house of Jacob?"

The voice coming from the big tree couldn't help but bring a bit of joy: "Yes, yes! Who are you? Do you know my ancestors?"

Amon nodded slightly: "Of course... they taste good."

A few minutes later, after delaying for a while, Amon not only accepted this extraordinary characteristic, but also took away everything that belonged to Flora Jacob, including his destiny.

"Berklund Street? It's a bit close to the Church of the Night. Is it worth the risk?" This Amon clone said to himself. Before the squirrel squatting on the bushes could interrupt, he had already made a decision. "It doesn't matter, it's just a clone anyway. If we can find out the person behind it, that would be a good exchange."

Just before Amon left the garden, a girl with long dark green hair passed by the woods and subconsciously looked over.

Hazel Macht finally rushed from Backlund's home to the suburban manor. She was walking on the road leading to the house, worried that her teacher might be discovered.

But when passing this small forest, some intuition prompted Hazel to turn her head.

The moment she saw Amon, Hazel was stunned for a moment, and then she smiled in surprise: "Teacher, are you feeling better?"

Then she looked around nervously and walked quickly to Amon: "Someone has discovered your problem, you'd better hide somewhere else!"

As an angel of the "Stealer" path, just by looking at her casually, Amon could easily see that the young lady in front of him was already a Sequence Eight "Scammer".

Because she had obtained the fate and memory of Flora Jacob, Hazel no longer had any secrets in front of Amon. As for what Hazel was looking at, it was always the "teacher" she met from the very beginning when she became an Extraordinary.

He didn't even need to go to Backlund, the clues came to him by themselves.

Amon smiled and nodded at Hazel: "Don't worry, I'm much better. If anyone is still chasing me, I will entertain them well."

Infected by the "teacher's" confidence, Hazel's originally anxious mood quickly calmed down: "That's great. Fortunately, you have recovered..."

"You running here suddenly will make your parents worried." Amon pushed up his monocle and said kindly.

When He was parasitizing Hazel, he hesitated and noticed that the girl was still carrying the extraordinary items of the "Decryption Scholar", so he had another plan.

He was not in a hurry, waiting for the right time, it would be good to wait until she was promoted to "Decryption Scholar"...

Following Hazel in hunting attire, the young man in black robe walked leisurely.

Some of the birds, beasts and insects hidden among the trees were scattered in the nearby manors, while others took on more subtle forms and quietly followed the young man.

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The frightened Klein discussed a plan to join forces with Leonard and Pales Zoroaster overnight. Only after "The World" made it clear that he could obtain the blessing of the hidden existence, Pales agreed to deal with Amon. Take action and be willing to help with this matter.

No one can tolerate Amon living next door to him—at least not for Klein, and even less for Palles!

At tomorrow's Tarot meeting, Leonard said he would give an accurate answer.

The unrest tonight is not limited to the Elk Manor that was invaded under the name of Representative Macht, but also includes a certain sewer in the Bridge District.

Perhaps it's because Backlund's abandoned sewers extend in all directions and no one comes to inspect such a place, so it's easier for some shady things to happen here.

Banabei squatted at a corner and looked helplessly at the marionette next to him. The marionette, which had previously turned into a demon, was slowly retracting its wings and the curved goat horns on its head. Its dark black skin gradually transformed into light.

There was just a smell of sulfur lingering nearby, which made Banabei subconsciously turn his fingers to the cigarette box on his chest, but considering that he should keep a low profile, he had to resist the urge to smoke.

Barnabas felt that he must have been abandoned by the "God of Good Luck". No, this had nothing to do with Mr. Fool who was in charge of good luck. In the final analysis, it might still be a disaster caused by the extraordinary law of aggregation.

The adjacent path of "Devil" is "Prisoner", also known as "Alien", and those who are famous in the extraordinary world for inheriting this path are mainly the Rose School of Thought, which originated from the Southern Continent and is keen on bloody sacrifices.

I really don’t know if I hit them or if they hit me on the head, wait and see...

Banabei muttered a few curse words in his heart, raised his hand to burn a paper mannequin stand, and climbed out of the sewer with the marionette, whose upper body was naked.

After briefly identifying where he was in the bridge area, Banabei walked towards a nearby hotel based on the direction in his memory.

Let's spend the evening first.

Banabei sighed deeply, feeling irritated when he thought that he had not even been able to apply for a sealed item.

Sometimes he suspected that the old guy just wanted him to die, not to gather information.

Let's just throw this news to the Tarot Club tomorrow and see who is interested in those cultists.