Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Klein took a step forward and sat on the single sofa opposite Amon. This was not out of his own thoughts, but after being deeply parasitized, he could no longer control his body's movements.

When he couldn't escape, he could only face it. Klein's anxious heart gradually calmed down. He looked at Amon expressionlessly, determined not to believe a word he said.

For the King of Angels who is a "stealer", any words he says are just routines - but after Amon got to the point directly, Klein's thoughts wavered helplessly.

Amon smiled and poked the skylark on his shoulder. Under Norns's hostile glance, he released his hold on the little bird and allowed it to regain its ability to move freely: "I guess you should have noticed. This world is not normal - the source of this abnormality is you, or in other words, the 'Origin Castle' behind you."

Norns immediately jumped away from Amon's shoulder, and after circling the room twice, he stayed on the coffee table in the corner with obvious cowardice. Klein's expression didn't change much when he looked at it, but the vigilance in his heart was growing wildly. It was too hard for him to believe the answer that came out subconsciously.

Did Norns betray him? Did it bring Amon with it?

Klein wanted to suppress these thoughts, but there seemed to be another voice that kept giving the answer: "Yes, that's it. Of course Norns betrayed you."

However, Klein quickly realized that it was not his own idea. He subconsciously turned his gaze from Norns to Amon: "So?"

Amon's expression became serious, and the friendly smile on his face disappeared. This made his face, which was mostly covered by the shadow of the pointed hat, look a little gloomy: "The dreamland is penetrating into reality, but this does not It’s not a time that really fits the doomsday prophecy, do you understand? The threat of doomsday comes from somewhere else, and the appearance of ‘Dreamland’ is an accident.”

Klein has no way to check his spirit body, and it is impossible to directly drive away Amon who is parasitizing him. The best way at the moment is to follow the words and see what Amon is going to "do."

After all, when dealing with a "scammer", you have to look at what the other person does, not what the other person says. Although the summary at this time is inappropriate, this can be regarded as some of Klein's experiences when getting along with Esther.

The result of something, not the process...

"If you just want to persuade me to hand over the 'Origin Castle' to you," Klein bluntly exposed Amon's hidden goal, "then this thing is impossible."

Amon was quiet for a few seconds, and his scrutinizing gaze gradually became more solemn, because he realized that even if he could read thoughts, there was no way to understand Klein's decisive response at this time: "Because of what?"

"Because even I can't control it myself. Even if I want to give it to you, I can't."

Amon's eyes narrowed. He had already smelled the lie, but Klein's thoughts showed that he said this sentence sincerely.

Amon glanced at Norns who was staying on the other side, and Klein also turned his head: "In fact, I have also thought about this issue, but there is always another party who has far greater control over the 'Origin Castle'. Higher than me."

When the spearhead was turned, the pressure suddenly fell on the "third party". Skylark, who was already frightened by facing Klein, stood frozen on the desk at this moment, facing the stares of black eyes and brown eyes, looking like it wanted to find a hole to hide.

The invisible silence was like a chain pressing on the head of the little bird, causing it to chirp in aggrieved tone.

After that, Klein took a breath and ignored his subconscious habit of defending Norns: "But I didn't get a definite answer. He mentioned 'deals' to me several times, but I refused."

"I appreciate your caution. If you believed in Him, it would be the misfortune of this world."

Klein heard something else in the other person's words: "Do you know anything about Him?"

Amon did not answer the question. Instead, he raised his finger at Norns: "Come here."

After seeing Knowns flying uncontrollably despite his fearful eyes, Klein fell into silence again.

"This is not parasitism, and I don't need to waste parasites attached to it. It's just that I control their source... You call them Norns? You see, I could have let this lark continue to lurk in you around, like they did before, watching you closely, but I didn't."

Amon's tone has always been very sincere, but Klein has been repeatedly warning himself not to believe this King of Angels. Anything he says may be false.

And Amon didn't seem to care whether Klein believed his words: "I know your true 'identity', not 'The Fool', nor Klein Moretti."

Klein's heart suddenly skipped a beat, as if he was standing on the edge of a cliff, a piece of gravel rolled down under his feet, and he was about to fall.

Did she also tell Amon about this?

Amon rolled his eyes and smiled again: "Yes, He told me everything, including you, your biggest secret."

Before Klein could react, Amon suddenly frowned. He jumped from the window to the ground and approached Klein, who could only sit on the sofa and couldn't move.

"It's a pity that our conversation has to be changed. Just in time, don't you also want to see 'her'?"

I didn't, Klein thought silently in his heart, I just can't resist the deep-level parasitism, otherwise I would have long ago-

"Yeah, I don't care whether you are willing or not, but we should leave."

Amon put his hand on Klein's shoulder, and the two figures disappeared in the room in an instant. Of course, Norns, who was trying to huddle in the corner, hoping that he could be truly forgotten, also disappeared.

The next moment, a figure in a black dress appeared in the window. There was no expression on her wooden face. She just stayed for a few seconds, and then was wiped out from the air by an invisible force.

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"How do you distinguish between us and the original body?"

"Didn't I say it? By feeling."

Esther pinched the crow's mouth, trying to keep it quiet for a while. Now when she heard this guy's voice, she always felt a buzzing in her ears, as if there was an inexplicable interference in her perception.

The crow broke free from Esther's fingers. After all, she didn't use much force: "But you can tell as soon as the original body left."

"It's very simple. You wouldn't think that a skylark is 'Zoya', right?"

The crow nodded solemnly: "That's right. Zaratul also uses crow puppets."

The smile that just appeared on Esther's face faded again: "In fact, it's still fundamentally different. The real Him and the clone... Now it's easier for me to distinguish, because He carries a uniqueness that does not belong to Him."

"Will you have resentment?"

Esther was quite surprised. She reached out and poked the crow's head: "Is this what He asked you to ask?"

The crow lowered its head meekly beside her finger: "No, I'm just curious."

Esther's face became calm again: "Why should I have resentment? Even if it was originally..."

She soon laughed again: "But it has nothing to do with me anymore. As I told Amon, I am just 'Esther' now."

The crow's black eyes were filled with her smile, like a gray old picture frame. (End of this chapter)