Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Hazel was sitting on the carriage. The driver's driving skills were very stable. In addition, there were almost no bumps along the way from the outskirts of Backlund to the smooth road on Berklund Street.

Hazel looked at the gray mouse sitting opposite. Although there were still many occult questions she wanted to know in her heart, she noticed that the mouse was looking out the window very intently, so she did not chat with her teacher, fearing that she would disturb the other person.

Amon was recalling the brief exchange with Zoya in the church, including Zoya's overly complicated eyes at that moment.

Is that really Zoya? Whenever he recalled that expression with clear emotion, Amon felt strange.

It would make sense if that was Esther, but she's clearly not... ha, I actually used "her."

The memories of Xiao Qi and Xiao Wu are like pollution. Do I want the clone to bear this part of the pollution, or do I want to use the clone to form a new anchor and reversely deflect "Esther"'s self-perception?

As an avatar, although I have sent other avatars to deliver messages, I can no longer communicate with the far away avatars, which is really troublesome.

After pinching his right eye socket, an inexplicable spiritual intuition was constantly reminding Amon that the clone failed to send the message he wanted to convey to the main body.

Fortunately, He had left a letter to the clone in Pulitzer Harbor before that. The ordinary letter from which the source was stolen was anonymously mailed from the post office, but it was able to cleverly avoid occult exploration.

It's just that the two pieces of information are different. One side is about the information that Pales Zoroaster may be hiding in Backlund, and the other side is about his brother...

What Zoya wants to say is, "He has succeeded"?

The carriage passed by No. 160 Burklund Street, and the more secretive peek above the gray fog was not sensed by the "thief" on the carriage.

So Klein quickly touched the crimson star that connected the "star" and passed on the news.

He absolutely couldn't miss this opportunity.

Under Klein's surveillance from the gray fog, Hazel took the Amon clone and entered Congressman Macht's home at No. 39 Berklund Street.

Hazel, who was wearing a light-colored dress, had a proud face and a smile, and her steps were brisk and neat. However, no one seemed to be able to see the young man wearing a black windbreaker and a silk top hat following her.

Occasionally, a maid glanced down, but the moment she opened her mouth, she forgot about screaming, and even what she saw at the last moment.

Just when Klein was wondering why Amon didn't move at all and simply followed Hazel into the city of Backlund, he saw Amon pinch the monocle in his right eye.

Transparent and segmented insects, like worker ants that escaped from the nest, emerged from Amon's body and scattered in all directions. They disappeared everywhere - from the air, the ground, to the slaves who came and went.

Even though he was still above the gray fog, Klein felt a chill behind him.

——

The bounced coin flew into the air, but Banabei failed to catch it. This was a slow reaction that a "Secret Puppet Master" should not have.

Just because he inadvertently looked at each other with a young man with black curly hair in the crowd, he stopped heading to a certain bar to find his contact.

It is understandable that this is not because Banabei stopped on his own initiative, but because the other party stole "his action".

Banabei's eyes were still fixed on the sky, where the gold coin was about to fall to the highest point.

The young man walked over slowly and put his hand on Banabei's shoulder: "Hello, sir, can I ask you for directions?"

Barnabas began to hate Backlund. Each trouble was getting bigger than the last. He would rather go into the sewers with the lunatics of the Rose School than provoke such a "thief" who had a higher status than him. As for who the other party was. …

He has black eyes, black hair, and wears a monocle. Although he wears a long trench coat and a top hat, and does not wear a conspicuous pointed soft hat, the combination of the previous ones is enough.

Such appearance characteristics are notorious even among secret organizations other than Loen.

Especially for the Secret Order in the adjacent path, most of the members of the middle sequence have had some contact with the information of this "thief", and Banabei is no exception.

The other party slightly relaxed the restrictions on him, which allowed Barnabas to regain the ability to move freely, at least from a verbal perspective:

"Oh, I'm very sure now that the old guy asked me to come to Loen just because he wanted me to die..."

The young man pushed up his lens and said politely and kindly: "Oh? You are a member of the Secret Order. I'm probably looking in the wrong direction. Say hello to Zaratul for me."

Banabei, who had his idea stolen, was startled at first, and then he felt happy, and decided to cooperate and pretend to be passing by, never revealing the identity of the other party.

His face became more and more respectful, and he began to use his expertise in certain areas without hesitation: "Of course, I will definitely bring it to you! As handsome, talented, and intelligent as you are, I believe you, old man, aren't you?" , the elders in my family will be very happy to hear your greetings, and it is my honor to be able to say hello to you..."

The young man smiled and let go of the hand on Banabei's shoulder. For some reason, this action actually contained a hint of "disgust".

But what he said was more straightforward: "Then I think you don't mind if I go with you to meet the elders of your family, right?"

Banabei choked on his words, but before he could react, the young man suddenly turned his head in surprise, and the next second, his figure disappeared immediately.

Banabei also looked in that direction. Across the street stood a blond priest wearing a white robe. He had a beard on his face, covering most of his face. His eyes were so clear and unimpaired that they seemed innocent. The innocent baby looked back at him peacefully.

That Amon clone... actually ran away? Before Barnabas could react, a carriage passed through the middle of the street. When it no longer blocked his view, the priest's figure had disappeared.

Banabei slowly raised his steps, but thinking that at this moment, the help that could be given to him was very limited.

What is that Amon's clone doing?

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When Klein threw Will Asceptin's paper crane and lit a flame on it, the Skylark, who had been released from the mansion in advance and warned to stay away, flew rapidly from the sky and fell straight towards it. A paper crane whose flames dimmed.

Klein's ability to "manipulate flames" and "fire jumping" have been stolen by Amon, including the extraordinary ability to switch places with marionette and "air cannon", but in the blink of an eye, everything disappeared from him.

And Norns, who suddenly broke in, opened his mouth under Amon's indifferent eyes, and swallowed the paper crane whose flame was extinguishing.

Klein was convinced that he saw a trace of doubt in the eyes of Amon's clone.

He also suddenly realized that something was wrong. The presence of Norns here only provided the other party with more parasitic media...

Leonard heard a very clear voice in his mind: "Huh?"

The development of things was beyond the expectations of several people present.

Amon simply stole the distance, and just when his fingers were about to close together and hold the skylark, a gentle and faint light burst out from Norns' feather clusters.

The light exploded like fireworks, but became lighter, until it weaved into a huge silver light curtain. On the silver light flowed the endless cycle of wheel symbols, a scaleless line that almost condensed into reality. The white snake emerged from it.

His body was covered with symbols similar to the silver light curtain that enveloped the street, as if a reflection was taken from the silvery white. The densely packed wheels are covered with logos symbolizing a differentiated future, closely connected with each other, emitting a clear silver light that is constantly fluctuating.

There was a little more surprise in White Snake's bright red and cold eyes. Feeling that his strength had completely returned to its peak at this moment, he murmured to himself within the range that only he could hear:

"This is not within our agreement, the light of fate."

There seemed to be a faint chirping of a skylark somewhere.

Will Asceptin sighed silently, as if he didn't agree with what Skylark wanted to express.

The white snake swam out of the light curtain and spread its body in mid-air. It turned its head, twisted and bit its own tail above the Berklund neighborhood.

The body of Ouroboros forms a ring shape, and it casts a shadow of the wheel on the residential area on the ground.

"Restart"!

Destiny's assistance from outside the situation was completely beyond Amon's expectations. He had always hated the abilities of the "Snake of Mercury", and today was no exception.

The stagnant time was not reversed, but was instantly transferred to a few minutes ago, causing Amon's parasitism and the abilities he had used to regress to the moment that "didn't happen".

The mercury-like light curtain suddenly collapsed, pouring down toward Berklund Street on the ground like a silent waterfall, and was about to wash away in an instant.

Klein was almost too late to take action. All of this happened in a short moment. This was already a turmoil of power at the angelic level. Even though he was now a "cunning mage", he was still unable to fight against it.

However, Skylark's figure fell even faster than the light curtain.

It flew into Klein's arms, and then a larger piece of light escaped from the feather clusters, landing on another item that Klein had always wanted to use, but could not use because Amon had moved his hands and feet.

The night emblem from the "Secret Servant" Ms. Arianna was activated by the light points pouring into Klein's arms.

In just a blink of an eye, the black gauze has enveloped Burklund Street, easily catching the silvery flowing water curtain, and letting the waterfall-like scenery dissipate silently.

The "knell" sounded, and then the bells tolled.

All the insects of time were forcibly gathered by Pales Zoroastrian, and were drawn by the law of aggregation of extraordinary characteristics, and were forcibly absorbed into the illusory wall clock launched by Pales.

Klein finally breathed a sigh of relief and reached for his pocket. There was no movement after Norns got straight into it just now.

He suddenly froze.

The feathers of the bird are soft and covered with down, but they are slowly getting colder and their bodies are stiff.