Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 133 The plot is progressing steadily

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In the short film "Arodes" played on the Magic Mirror home theater - the "archaeology" activity of the Mechanical Heart, after a round of powerful artillery fire, the "Mechanical Heart" blasted open the door of the mausoleum, and under the leadership of the Archbishop of the Steam Cathedral, the demigod Horamick Haydn, entered the mausoleum of the Fourth Epoch nobles that had not yet collapsed.

During this process, one of the team members was attacked by a human skin shadow, but he quickly escaped. Klein finally saw the main ingredient of the Sequence 6 potion that he had been longing for, and he was secretly happy.

After cleaning up the outer perimeter of the tomb chamber without finding anything else, they gathered again and headed towards the corridor leading to the main tomb chamber.

The indiscriminate bombing along the way eliminated most of the threats, and its high cost and bold style also made Klein's eyes widen.

The "Mechanical Heart" passed through the corridor without much effort. The only dangerous seal, the "Ghost Frame" that was recorded as being able to seal spirits, was easily removed by Archbishop Horamick Haydn before it showed any danger.

At the end of the corridor, in the main tomb chamber, there is a black stone door with patterns like knife-cutting and axe-cutting, with a gray-white disc in the middle. The surface of the disc is divided into twelve grids, with a black pointer, just like a clock in the outside world.

The grids were not evenly distributed on the disk; some were large and some were small, which was extremely uncoordinated, and half of each grid was covered with shadows.

"The emblem of the Amon family." Archbishop Horamick gave a brief introduction.

He did not explain the symbolic meaning of the emblem in detail, because only the deacon-level Ikanser Bernard was qualified to know.

Klein relied on his own accumulation of mystic knowledge to try to interpret it:

"The combination of the disk, twelve grids, and hands clearly represents time, which is consistent with the fact that the 'worm of time' was left behind after the demise of Amon's clone. The twelve grids that should have divided the disk equally are of different sizes, and are shrouded in a certain shadow. Does this mean that the Amon family is the dark side of time? How is their title of 'blasphemers' reflected?"

As Klein was thinking, Archbishop Horamick pushed open the stone door without taking any precautions.

The heavy stone door opened, revealing an extremely spacious tomb chamber.

In the center of the tomb there was a high platform, on which a dark black coffin was placed. On the surrounding walls there were iron lamp stands, holding up white candles that were still quietly burning.

All the candle flames were still, and it was so quiet that it seemed like a frozen picture.

In the straight line from the stone gate to the coffin, there were corpses lying one after another. Some of them were wearing black woolen coats and half-high silk hats, while others were dressed like ordinary workers with peaked caps. It was obvious that they were people who had entered here in recent years.

The group of Beyonders who had recruited helpers earlier? How did they get through the area ahead? The human-skinned shadows and other monsters were clearly still alive... Klein stared at the corpses with a head full of questions.

When he saw this, he was a little scared.

All of the corpses had sparse white hair, dry and wrinkled skin, and obvious spots, like old men in their eighties or nineties.

There were no obvious wounds on their bodies, as if they had died of old age, and their death had not been long ago and had not yet had time to rot.

Obviously, there wouldn't be so many elderly Beyonders exploring the mausoleum. Even if they found that the people here were old, they would try to recruit young and strong people when recruiting helpers... There's something strange here! Klein frowned slightly and looked around again.

He quickly thought of the "worm of time" left by Amon's clone and the Amon family emblem on the stone gate with the meaning of time.

Is making people age quickly one of the extraordinary abilities of the Amon family? The dark side of time... the loopholes of time... Could it be that while making others age rapidly, the members of the Amon family will regain their youth and gain a longer life? Wait, these extraordinary people easily broke in here, maybe the tomb owner was deliberately indulgent, he wanted to plunder other people's time to maintain his own existence... Klein looked at the black coffin on the high platform with some speculation.

At this time, Horamick Hayden, the half-god, half-human warrior, raised his left hand, pressed it down and said, "Stop here."

"Yes, Your Excellency the Archbishop." Ikanser and others answered without hesitation.

Horamick looked forward, his eyes resting on an upside-down picture frame at the bottom of the platform.

He took a step forward without changing his expression, walking forward at a moderate pace.

One step, two steps, three steps. The normally normal Horamick suddenly trembled, and a sharp, teeth-grinding friction sound came from his body.

His pace began to slow, his movements became stiff, and his skin became noticeably dry.

This is not right... This is not the normal aging of a human being... What was that friction sound just now? Klein muttered to himself.

Four steps, five steps, six steps, a tearing sound came from Horamick's body, and something fell to the ground with a clang.

Klein looked over subconsciously and saw a gear.

Rusty gears!
Horamick continued to move forward, and things occasionally fell off his body, including rusty screws, melted wax, yellowed bones, and loose springs... His figure became thinner and thinner, shaky, and could collapse at any time.

This is just like a robot... using the terminology of this era, it's like a living puppet... Klein suddenly realized something.

He remembered that when he was still in the Tingen Professional Team, Old Neil once said that the Sequence 4 of the Church of Mother Earth was good at "Life Refinement", and the sequence corresponding to the "Universalist" path could barely do it.

And Horamick is a high-sequence expert on the "universalist" path!
The Horamick in front of me is not the real him, but just a puppet. The reason why the "ghost frame" just now was ineffective is because the puppet has no spirit at all! The real Horamick should still be hanging far away... He is worthy of being a demigod... When Klein suddenly realized it, the archbishop walked to the front of the platform, bent his knees, bent his back, and turned the upside-down picture frame over.

As the picture frame flipped, wind suddenly blew up inside the sealed mausoleum, blowing away the invisible confinement and silence.

The candles on the iron lamp stands burned quickly, becoming extremely bright, but soon reached the end of their lives and melted away. The old corpses on the ground rotted quickly, emitting a foul odor.

In just a few seconds, the main tomb chamber became dim, with only the lanterns held by the members of "Mechanical Heart" barely illuminating the front.

Horamick picked up the picture frame on the ground and staggered up the stairs to the platform. He came to the black coffin, stretched out his right hand, and pushed hard.

With a creaking and friction sound, a crack appeared on the heavy coffin lid, as if it had not been nailed shut at all.

Horamick glanced down and said in the same voice:
"There's no body."

The scene zoomed in, and Klein saw that the inside of the coffin was empty, with only a layer of light golden cushion on the bottom, on which was embroidered a bug with twelve rings on its body.

At this time, Horamick turned around, and the picture frame in his hand came into the eyes of Ikanser and others.

After just one glance, Klein's gaze suddenly froze.

It was a portrait of a young man with a smile on his face.

He has dark eyes and curly black hair.

He has a broad forehead and a thin face.

He wore a crystal monocle.

He wore a black peaked hat.

Amon!

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Amon bought a freshly baked cake slice from a roadside shop, rolled it with cold whipped cream, sprinkled it with cookie crumbs and chocolate chips, and stubbornly replicated the "crepe" he had been eyeing for a long time.

He has now replaced all his fancy monocles with basic ones, and changed his clothes to Wuye Youmeng's basic shirt, jacket and trousers. Amon was heartbroken when he thought that he would not be able to wear his beloved glasses for a long time in the future. Not only did he put them all in his small room, he also bought a glass display cabinet with a lock.

He sat in the lounge area of ​​the cake shop, slowly eating his dinner, with a cup of hot lemonade given by the store beside him.

Through the glass, he leisurely and happily watched the people coming and going on the street. He saw several young thieves committing crimes in groups, secretly stealing pens, wallets, and silk scarves and handkerchiefs from the pockets of passers-by. Occasionally, they would cooperate. One of them would come to an elderly gentleman and pretend to ask for directions, while the other would steal a brand new silk scarf from the old gentleman's pocket.

The old gentleman soon discovered that something was wrong with the absent-minded child asking for directions, and then found that his silk scarf was missing. He turned around immediately, but another child who ran over quickly stole the silver pocket watch in his pocket.

The theft is crude. The deceitful instructor watched ordinary people's theft with great interest, and by the way, he compared himself with Amon in his mind - thanks to the ability of parasitism, Amon obviously has higher wisdom and stealing skills, but has never worked in a team. So is there any need for Amon to work in a team?
Maybe it depends on who the enemy is... If it's Medici, can I let a clone pretend to cooperate with Him, and then... No, Medici is now the best conspirator in the world, and I am far from being able to compare with Him, not to mention that He laughed at me before.

What about Adam? No, even if that guy is in his true form, it would be hard to deceive him, right?
As for other people, they might be able to tell at a glance that it is a scam... and the ability of parasitism itself is equivalent to adding companions. The human wave tactics are crude but effective. Most importantly, all the rights of interpretation belong to the entity, and it seems that there is really no need for conscious teamwork.

Amon was lost in thought, and drank a sip of lemonade without knowing the taste. When he looked out the window at the farce again, he was surprised to find that the old gentleman had caught a child and shouted that the child was a thief, attracting a group of passers-by to watch and cheer.

Police officers from Sivella Square also quickly arrived and tried to handcuff the child and take him away from the scene.

Is this the kid? There were four people in the gang. The black-haired one stole the silver pocket watch, the one with the blue scarf took the silk scarf, and the one without shoes stole a few pennies. Only the yellow-haired kid was asking for directions. He didn't steal anything and was not a qualified thief.

The theft caused quite a commotion, and even the clerks and customers in the bakery watched the excitement out of curiosity.

Backlund's dirty environment and heavy labor turned many children into orphans and thieves, and made it impossible for adults to survive for more than two generations. These people who had no ability to survive independently could only survive by begging and stealing.

Although thefts occurred frequently in the East District, this time, a few children committing crimes in the street were too bold. Sivelas wanted to make an example of them and refused to let go no matter how the handcuffed children struggled or explained.

They cursed at the child and kept hitting the child on the back with their batons. Their unreasonable image formed a sharp contrast with the child with tears on his face.

But this scene only made the crowd watching and booing burst into happy laughter.

Amon took a closer look and discovered that the other three accomplices were hiding in the crowd and peeking.

Well... they are accomplices, and these three children should be handcuffed together, but they betrayed their companions, crying "stop thief", and let the only child who did not steal take the responsibility for them. What should be done in this case?

The child was roughly pulled forward by the police officer's arm. Suddenly, the scene in front of his eyes flashed, and he suddenly found himself standing outside the crowd. The scary handcuffs and the police officer's big hands like iron pliers disappeared.

The three children who were watching the show and secretly laughing at the clumsy newcomers getting caught suddenly found themselves handcuffed and standing in the middle of the crowd, surrounded by the angry faces of adults.

They screamed and tried to run away, but were grabbed by several police officers and shaken and beaten roughly.

With this movement, the pocket watches, scarves, pens and coins hidden on their bodies fell out with a clink. Seeing this, the crowd was silent for two seconds, and then burst into a louder roar.

"My, officer," said the old gentleman, "they stole it from me!"

A tall policeman immediately bent down, picked up the scattered items, and handed them to the old gentleman as if they were treasures: "Yes, sir, these are your things!"

"Thank you, Officer!"

"Well done, officer!"

"These little thieves should have been dealt with long ago!"

"They stole my hat the day before yesterday!"

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The evidence of the stolen goods was irrefutable, and no matter how the three kids struggled and explained, it was useless. They couldn't understand one thing the most: the one who was arrested just now was a clumsy newcomer, how come it became three of them in the blink of an eye?

In the cake shop, Amon took a bite of the simple crepe thoughtfully, chewing the soft cake slices and cream, and watched the child who did not steal anything jog towards the east district and out of his sight.

According to human morality, I seemed to be an unknown hero just now, saving the innocent child and punishing the child who stole things? However, I didn't feel happy, and I didn't feel the legitimacy of this behavior, or the value of this "helping others" behavior. No one would praise me. I even felt that the three children who were very good at stealing were good seedlings worth cultivating.

Amon frowned. He had wanted to use this small incident as a mirror to test his own humanity. He thought he would feel a sense of accomplishment for helping innocent children, but in fact, he did not.

"What about you? Are you happy? Or glad? Or do you feel like you've survived a catastrophe..."

The little boy who ran into the alley suddenly stopped, slowly lowered his head and put on his monocle.

——Then he showed a puzzled expression.

"You're not happy in your heart? You just feel lucky and want to never steal again?" The little boy said to himself in confusion, "You are still praising the Lord of Storms? It was obviously me who helped you, and those rude police officers just now must be believers of Storms."

The little boy turned around in confusion for a few times, and the monocle on his right eye socket suddenly fell off and fell to the ground. It was like a piece of ice falling into the water, and melted into the ground in an instant.

The little boy shuddered, looked around quickly, then quickened his pace and ran away in panic.

Amon pinched his eye sockets, feeling that his research topic had reached a bottleneck: he did not feel fulfilled like humans after helping others, and the children he helped did not express gratitude and joy. Amon felt like a fortune teller Sequence 8, who spent a lot of effort on something that no one knew about, was of no benefit to him, and even made no one happy.

"I want to at least understand why he's not happy."

Amon frowned and muttered to himself, "Is it because he was rescued too early? It seems that the later humans are rescued, the more pious they become. If he is tortured, imprisoned, tortured, starved, and tortured to the point of having only his last breath left, and I rescue him, will he be grateful to me? Then will I also be able to gain a sense of accomplishment and the joy of helping others from his gratitude?"

"No, in fact, the three real thieves are completely fine. I don't need to change him back specifically."

"That's not right. Do we really not need to change him back? He was wronged. If he is tortured, he will definitely be in more pain. He will be more grateful to me when I save him in the future... No, what if even so, he still doesn't thank me in the future?"

"Maybe choosing to save him was a mistake after all!"

"He has led my thinking into a dead end and does not play by human logic. He is a failed social practice object. In order to prevent him from disturbing my thinking, I should erase him, terminate this experiment, and then choose the next person." Amon came to the conclusion.

Unsuccessful experimental results will be cut off and cannot be counted as his mistakes. Amon breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

The little boy, who had just run out of the alley and stood in the shadows of the East District street, suddenly stopped again, took out a monocle from his pocket and put it on his right eye carefully.

At this moment, he suddenly saw a person standing on the street who seemed to be waiting suddenly turned his head and looked straight at him.

The next moment, the passerby appeared in front of him and easily took the monocle off the boy's right eye with one hand. Just as Amon was in doubt, the passerby squatted down, held the monocle in front of the boy, and said to him gently:

"When you were arrested just now, a gentleman saved you."

"Otherwise, you would be the one being taken away now."

"Can you say 'thank you'? Say thank you to that gentleman."

The little boy was stunned and stammered like a parrot: "Thank you, thank you..."

Now it was Amon's turn to stand there in a daze.

He thought about it, and thought again, and felt that the little boy had completed his mission: that was to thank him. As for not feeling a sense of accomplishment, that was his own business. So he ended his parasitism and let the monocle shatter and disappear in the hands of the passerby.

In this way, he could also see the face of the passerby clearly:

——"The Angel of Temperance", Richard Ernst.

In the last week of this year, He suddenly appeared in Backlund.

TBC
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When no one is watching, Amon will still show his true colors. There is still a long way to go in education.

(End of this chapter)