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

Chapter 221 Lurking and Rescued

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Amon suppressed the strange emotions in his heart and replied in a deep voice:

"I don't understand you."

Why did he choose to believe me, a fraud, even though he knew that I was a deceptive thief, a wild Beyonder hiding in the library under a false name, and that the Beyonder events that happened in the city were closely related to me?
Does this Storm Follower only look smart?

In fact, he is just an arrogant person in a different way. Is he a nerd who is as fond of teaching as a believer in knowledge?
Lu Ermi, who was as gentle and elegant as an old professor, was not angry because of being rejected. He explained very patiently:

"Mr. Green, perhaps you don't know what you have done in the past three months."

Amon bluntly pointed out:
"You mean I've been hiding in Stoen under a fake identity?"

"Not really." Lu Ermi smiled, "During your tenure, the Municipal Library, which had always been troubled by the constant theft, reselling and piracy, did not have a single theft case. Theft and robbery incidents in the northern urban area also decreased dramatically."

"......?" Amon had never thought that his stealing from the thieves could be considered a contribution to the city's security, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed to make some sense.

This old guy is really strange (Amon didn't realize that he was the old guy). He wanted to flatter himself in this way? He wanted to persuade him to help the Storm Church resettle civilians?
This is a bit far-fetched.

Amon pinched his right eye socket, imagining that there was a monocle hanging there, and waited for what was to come.

He glanced around casually and unexpectedly found that the big golden dog was listening quite seriously. It was sitting on the ground and looking at him and Luermi seriously, with wisdom flashing in its eyes.

Amon frowned, feeling that this dog was somewhat unusual.

Lu Ermi didn't notice the expression of the golden retriever. He didn't classify animals into any categories. Seeing that Amon didn't react, he threw out another set of information:
"According to your colleagues, you enjoy reading myths and anecdotes in your spare time, and you also love to explore history."

"Well, one time I wanted to find a rare book in the library's collection, and you helped me find it."

"You have fairly normal, run-of-the-mill hobbies, like accessories, certain flavors of food."

"You came to Stoen under an assumed name for nearly three months. You did not attempt to steal the Sealed Artifact, did not cause any trouble, did not harm innocent people, and did not do anything that would endanger the safety of the church and residents."

"Based on these reasons, why can't I consider you a trustworthy Beyonder?"

You said that my stealing was to maintain the city's law and order and to clean up criminals. You said that I was orderly and kind because I didn't want to contact the church because I was afraid of getting into trouble and my identity being exposed... Although what you said makes sense, you just want to conscript me to help you... But this matter should have been handled by me, and it's not a problem for you to take the initiative to help me share some of the trouble... Amon pinched his eye sockets to cover his eyes and muttered in his heart.

This old fox had him completely in his grasp. Every word he said was a compliment to him, making him seem a little flattered.

There are such storm believers in the world? This doesn't make sense!
Then he noticed something.

Lurmi believed that he had been in Stoun "only about three months."

But the Amon before him had been here for a long time, living as Green Ellis.

...Could it be because he still showed some characteristics that were incompatible with Amon, such as being picky about food, changing his reading habits, and changing some of his dressing habits? These subtle differences caused the Storm Bishop to think that he had just arrived here more than two months ago?
Amon frowned and tried his best to control the upward curve of his mouth.

This Storm Bishop was only at Sequence 4, which was lower than his. He would not pose a fatal danger to him, but it did make him feel like he was being targeted by an old fox.

In fact, he was very happy to hear these words, because it meant that he was becoming more and more unsuccessful as Amon, but more and more successful as himself.

"You are simply an outlier among the Storm Bishops."

Amon, who was somewhat pleased with the compliment, said harshly: "It's just like a reader who has taken the wrong path."

Amon just said it casually, but Luermi was quite touched by it.

"When I was young, I read too many miscellaneous books, so I said something so outrageous as 'people are born free'. I also went to study in Lenburg, and pursued knowledge and truth as my lifelong pursuit. However, the decades of studying in Lenburg did not satisfy me, but rather disappointed me."

"The Church of Knowledge places too much emphasis on 'knowledge' itself. They collect knowledge and spread it. Graduates of the University of Lemberg are versatile in language, art, architecture, crafts and even cooking. They are also open-minded and never stop learning."

“However, such generalists often stay within the realm of ‘existing knowledge’ and rarely move in new directions.”

"For example, philosophy of the relationship between man and nature is an unpopular major."

Luermi shrugged and complained to Amon like a young man:

"Philosophy is used to explain God, the relationship between man and God, and even the relationship between man and the natural world. Topics in this area often involve the gods."

"The philosophy of the relationship between man and the natural world that I pursued hardly existed. My professor was an old man. When I became his student, he asked me, 'What can I bring to philosophy?' Five years later, when I completed my doctorate, I brought a new discipline to philosophy."

Amon couldn't help but laugh.

The big golden retriever just happened to sneeze.

They looked at each other at the same time.

The big golden retriever stuck out its tongue, and Amon frowned again.

"Your point of view is that you are born free. If you are born free, why do you want to become a demigod?" Amon asked.

Lurmi smiled and sighed, "It was not my choice to become a demigod."

"It is God who chose my destiny."

After saying this, the old bishop stopped discussing his study and life nearly a hundred years ago. He naturally brought the topic back to the beginning, sincerely and politely hoping that Amon could settle the people of Stoun.

This time Amon did not refuse and did not say anything.

After Lu Ermi left on the wind and dark clouds, the big golden-haired dog looked in the direction he left, turned around and started running as well.

Amon suddenly stole the distance, and the big golden retriever ran four or five meters and suddenly returned to the original place.

"I felt something was wrong with you just now."

Amon said: "The spiritual aura on your astral body is very unstable, but it far exceeds the standards of ordinary animals. You are an extraordinary creature."

The big golden-haired dog still tilted its head, looking at Amon in confusion, as if the previous gleam of wisdom was all Amon's illusion.

Amon reached out and grabbed it.

He stole some memories from the golden retriever.

The golden retriever's name is Susie, a hound born in a hunting ground, but because of its inappropriate breed and poor physique, it was trained to be a domestic dog with hunting ability. This hunting ground is for dignitaries, and it was sold to the daughter of an earl as a gift for a hound.

The dog's memory is simple, eating, sleeping, playing and accompanying the owner, and it has been like this for several years without involving any extraordinary parts.

Amon glanced through his memory briefly, looked at it again, and called out, "Susie?"

Susie responded to the name and began to observe Amon, sniffing him closely, as if to compare and confirm the identity of the stranger in front of her. Although she reacted, her intelligence was still within the range of normal dogs.

"Did you do a memory seal or hypnosis before coming here?"

Did someone help it or did it do it on its own? This cannot be confirmed at the moment...

Amon was not very interested in it and the Extraordinary behind it. If the Extraordinary behind it was strong enough, he could escape by himself instead of using an Extraordinary animal that was out of its influence to convey information.

Suddenly, a strange memory caught Amon's attention. An abnormal picture flashed by during the high-speed reading. Amon immediately pulled the progress bar back and slowed down the speed.

This memory appeared when Susie was running away. She passed a corner of a street and smelled a strange smell.

It approached the dark shadow in the corner and saw several strange doctors and a pile of rotten meat between them.

Amon reviewed the memory of those few seconds again, carefully observing those indescribable things, and his expression changed from relaxed to solemn.

"That's my mirror." He recognized the only round reflective surface in the dim "lens".

It's still hiding in that thief's body?

Was the gas explosion deliberately done for me? Just to give me the illusion that it had escaped?
Well, it's very likely...

The key puzzle piece was finally found, and Amon understood everything in an instant.

It would not have known in advance that an extraordinary dog ​​would find it. The scene at that time was very likely real. It first let me know the place called Hall Castle, which made me suspect that it might be hiding there.

Then it blew up its own carrier right in front of me, so I could exclude its carrier directly. Through the obstacles and accidents on the road, I firmly believed that it was hiding in Hall Castle, but in fact it had already escaped (learned from the ancient dictionary) and disappeared from my sight. If I really went to Hall Castle, I would definitely be ambushed.

The corners of Amon's mouth slightly raised. If an ordinary Beyonder had only just discovered that he had been deceived again, he would have been panicked or furious, but he had no such emotions at all, and even felt that it was a little weird.

Because its current plan...

It was almost the same as before, when I dealt with it myself with the "conspiracy" talisman given by Medici as a friendly gift.

When it was alive, it was definitely not so cunning and lacked vigilance. It could only do some simple and bad frauds, otherwise it would not have been killed by itself because of underestimating the enemy. But after it died, it not only became cautious immediately, but also seemed to have improved its IQ. It used this trick of replacing the pillars so vividly that Amon was unable to react for a while.

And Amon was still judging based on his abilities when he was alive, and he undoubtedly fell into the trap of "fraud".

"That's amazing! My plan at the time didn't include the idea of ​​escaping. Failure and death can really change a person."

"So it's still out there, what exactly does it want to do?"

Amon suddenly had an idea.

He squatted down, approached the big golden retriever that was still strolling in front of him, and stroked the top of its head to get closer. He took out snacks and jerky from his pocket and asked in a familiar tone:

"You can still smell that rotting flesh, right?"

The big golden retriever sniffed the dried meat in Amon's hand and turned his head away with some disgust.

It usually eats pet snacks worth dozens of pounds a bag, so it is not interested in the ordinary snacks in Amon's hand.

After stealing this idea, the smile on Amon's face suddenly became perfunctory. He deceived Susie's senses and made her believe that what he was holding in his hand was her favorite dog biscuits.

"After you finish eating, help me find where that strange man is hiding."

Susie seemed to understand what he said. She ate Amon's bribe, then stood up and kept sniffing the ground.

It walked forward while sniffing, sniffing the pedestrians who were standing there stiffly, and then walked deeper into the crowd. Amon followed it, asking the people along the way to separate one by one.

After walking for a while, Susie stopped and began to look around.

"Is it hiding nearby? Hiding among the crowd?"

Amon looked at the crowds of people around him and was a little surprised: "What on earth does it want to do?"

At this time, even without Susie, Amon could hear the faint sound of footsteps.

The footsteps were the only sound in the entire quiet urban area. They were alternately light and heavy, as if a person with mobility problems was walking.

Amon became alert, his face changed slightly, and he retreated behind Susie: "You are a hound, go and take a look."

However, Susie stood still and even looked back at him, as if asking "Why don't you go?"

The sky gradually became overcast, and the wind and clouds seemed to be gathering towards the outside of the city. Amon rubbed his arms, regretting not bringing his coat.

However, at the moment when he was distracted, the people around him suddenly shook, and countless pairs of eyes looked at Amon.

"My identity has been overwritten?" Amon was shocked. "No, it's invalid..."

The next second, a foul smell of rotten flesh appeared beside Amon, and the eerie breath approached his back.

His spiritual perception suddenly sketched out a picture at this moment -

A twisted and terrifying figure stood behind him.

This person was torn into pieces and then pieced together, his entire body sewn together with transparent fishing lines. His body was twisted, sticky, rotten blood and broken flesh kept falling, and in the cracks of his body there seemed to be twelve-linked worm shadows wriggling, and his head was even more terrifying.

The body had no face; a mirror was embedded in the flesh where the face should have been.

There was nothing on the mirror at first, but when it was facing the back of Amon's head, Amon's face was reflected!
For a moment, it seemed as if the faceless corpse had an identity and could interact with reality.

The "it" in the mirror had a gloomy expression, twisting out of control, and whispered to Amon:

"My life and identity..."

“Give it back to me…!”

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"What a misfortune! It's only been a few minutes and the clouds have blocked out the sun."

On the balcony of Hall Castle's greenhouse garden, Hibbert looked at the gradually darkening sky outside and said with some disappointment, "But it's much better than the weather in Backlund."

Audrey drank the specialty tea from her family's territory and smiled calmly:
"If it were in Backlund, the flowers in the castle wouldn't grow so well. Our garden is becoming more and more beautiful. I'm even starting to think about hiring another gardener."

"Of course, Audrey, but too many people will make the castle messy. It seems that our library is not yet organized." "Hibbert" said, "But the local gardeners may have better skills if you think it is necessary."

Audrey pursed her lips and smiled: "I'll go talk to mom."

"Ah."

But the next moment.

The clouds gradually gathered and the sky became darker and darker. It was clearly tea time, but it was already getting close to evening.

"Is it going to rain?"

Audrey was looking forward to it. "Or are people from the Church of Storms coming?"

She thought of the mirrors placed all over the castle and felt a little worried. Seeing that "Hibbert" suddenly became a little absent-minded, Audrey took the opportunity to stand up and said tentatively:

"I want to go to my room and get a handkerchief."

Hibbert nodded disapprovingly, his eyes still fixed on the gathering clouds outside the window, a hint of unhappiness creeping into his being.

“He” is angry… Audrey quickly left the balcony and entered the corridor of the castle. Mirrors were placed everywhere, and the figures of the servants coming and going were reflected in the mirrors.

She instinctively felt that being photographed might not be a good thing, but she was also worried that deliberately avoiding the mirror would attract "their" attention. Audrey was sweating, pretending nothing had happened, and used "lies" to change her face.

Anyway, as long as she was still "Audrey Hall", the servants wouldn't notice no matter what she looked like!
She walked up the stairs with this unfamiliar face, carefully observing the situation on the road.

As she entered the corner, she suddenly saw an old gentleman in a storm bishop's robe floating outside the window of the corner platform.

The old man also saw her.

Audrey's transformed face suddenly began to distort uncontrollably, the disguised appearance disappeared, the "lie" became invalid, and she returned to her true appearance.

After seeing her true appearance, Bishop Storm's originally serious face finally showed a smile. He moved closer and comforted her:
"You must be Miss Audrey Hall. The Hall family is a believer of the goddess."

"I saw the message you sent through your pet dog. Please don't worry. The Church of Darkness is already preparing for action, but I can take you out first."

"Can you talk to me for a minute and tell me how you discovered these anomalies?"

Audrey blinked, and after confirming that she was not mistaken, her heart finally relaxed.

She repeatedly praised Susie in her heart and smiled sincerely:

"Of course sir, it's my pleasure."

TBC
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I got my driver's license now. I'll update more. Don't worry, I'm writing more. I'll definitely finish it tonight. (haggard)

(You can even see me writing horror movies in the occult fanfiction)

I'll update this chapter to finish it, then I'll deal with Ouroboros and Klein, and end the Sea Chapter...

(End of this chapter)