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

Chapter 461 Friendly Exchanges between Neighboring Paths

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Being parasitized is a pretty weird and wonderful feeling.

He could feel that Amon did not directly carry out "deep-level parasitism" to make him lose control of everything except his thoughts. He quickly tried to cough, but no sound came out of his throat.

Klein's heart slowly sank.

"Someone just helped me stabilize the direction given to 'me', so Amon's original body should not have received the message... Is it because he saw the direction change and the two 'Fools' were separated, so the clone hiding here couldn't hold back?"

"How did He manage to parasitize me without me noticing? It's a little late to think about this question now. 'Parasites' are cunning and difficult to deal with. Since my 'Spirit Thread' can go unnoticed by most of the same sequence, their parasitism should be the same. Does this mean that Amons also have shared abilities? Or am I wrong, and the one hiding here is an angel-level Amon clone?"

Klein found that his thoughts were still flowing smoothly. He was immediately refreshed and thought about the relationship between his old friend Leonard and Pales Zoroast.

Pales can steal some of Leonard's thoughts and feelings, but he cannot communicate with him mentally, nor can he control Leonard's body. He is a real "shallow parasite". It can be said that from the moment he was parasitized, his fate was completely controlled by the other party.

After meeting Hazel and her mouse demigod teacher from the Jacob family, Klein felt that Leonard was able to survive until now thanks to the fact that Pales was an angel with a human touch.

"Amon didn't parasitize me at a deep level, but he could have done so. Was there something stopping him?"

"Probably a fraud that made me let my guard down."

"But maybe he can hear some of my thoughts..."

Klein immediately entered a semi-meditative state with an empty mind, and began to reread his history graduation thesis from college in his mind.

"But it seems that Amon doesn't have the ability to transmit messages over long distances through a telepathic link like the Red of War. So the situation is not too bad so far. At least part of my goal has been achieved."

"Next, it is the most difficult and most important thing. I will try my best to survive with the people of Moon City..."

His control over his body had not completely disappeared, but every movement required tremendous strength and willpower, and even some spiritual resistance. So Klein gave up the idea of ​​controlling his body and walking off the stage. He didn't believe that Amon would let him stand there like a stone sculpture without saying anything. This obviously wouldn't help the image of either "Fool".

Where is he, or Him?

Klein's eyes scanned the crowd below again and again, looking for the trace of Amon, who had the highest sequence.

Just like the person will immediately notice the "spiritual thread" once it is affected, at the moment of "parasitism", the two establish a mystical connection, and as long as they are still alive, they can try to find the parasite through the connection.

Suddenly, his spiritual perception moved and he looked in a certain direction.

A young man with a broad forehead, slightly curly black hair, and a crystal monocle on his right eye was standing in the crowd. He was wearing animal skin clothing in the style of Moon City, and his body and appearance were not deformed in any way. Klein immediately realized that he might have been "deceived" by the other party. He should have easily noticed such a healthy person in the crowd, but he didn't see him until now.

Amon slightly raised the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to laugh, but he didn't.

Then, Klein found that his body was moving uncontrollably, and he walked off the stage without even saying hello. In this situation, Klein couldn't say anything, and could only look at Amon with a vigilant and complicated look.

Seeing the messenger of God step down without saying a word, although they didn't know where he was going, all the residents of Moon City quickly made a path for him.

Then, the controlled high priest's body became illusory and suddenly appeared on the stage. He announced to everyone that today's ceremony was over and asked the residents to return to their homes or jobs, as tomorrow would be a new day full of hope.

Although people felt that the time was a little short, they had already experienced God's grace and gained healthy and sound bodies. They couldn't wait to share everything they had just seen and felt with their family and friends, so they had no objections and quickly dispersed from the square.

“Goodbye!” People along the way said goodbye to Klein, “Your Excellency the Envoy of God!”

Under Amon's control, Klein was forced to turn a blind eye to everything around him. He just walked out of Moon City step by step, holding the lantern.

Amon came over at some point and walked diagonally in front of him.

In the soft light of the animal-skin lanterns, they looked more like companions taking a nighttime stroll than murderer and victim.

……

In the small room where he was staying temporarily, Emlyn looked at the moon outside the window and thought for a long time. Finally, he took out a letter from the drawer in silence.

The letter paper and envelope were both brand new, only the wax seal was torn.

The wax seal is made up of wheat ears and lush flowers, and light green and gold wax is printed on the paper in a beautiful random pattern. This is the holy emblem of the Orthodox Church of the distant Feynapotter - the Church of Mother Earth.

This is a letter of thanks from the Church of Mother Earth, and at the same time, it is also a letter to recruit Emlyn White.

The Church of Mother Earth thanked Emlyn White for finding the truth for them and clearing them of the charge of "human trafficking."

Emlyn spent a long time looking for those "Earth Mother Church members who kidnapped and trafficked a large number of people". In addition to tracking and investigating, he sometimes even had to get himself dirty, put on tattered clothes, and blend in with the refugees and poor people who might be attracted, waiting for the traffickers to appear. In addition, he was alone, without companions or backers, and the vampires would not support his actions. All risks were borne by himself.

He didn't know where he got the faith and persistence from, but he stayed in the dirtiest and most chaotic place in the East District for a month.

It is obvious that he is not even a devout believer of Mother Earth.

When he was huddled together with the poor people in the East District who always smelled like rotten fish and shrimp, Emlyn was always glad that he couldn't fall asleep, so that he wouldn't have to see the elusive light of dawn again in his light sleep.

But at the same time, he was troubled by the fact that he couldn't escape reality through sleep.

After nearly a month of in-depth investigation, the small refugee gathering point where he was located was finally visited by human traffickers. Those people were not priests of the Church of Mother Earth at all, but just scammers wearing robes with simple holy emblems sewn on them.

They tricked the crowd into boarding a ship that was said to "take them directly to Feynaport", but after entering the cabin, they were sent to somewhere in Backlund. Before reaching their destination, Emlyn felt a spiritual crisis and jumped off the ship to escape, only to find that they were not in the sea, but in the Tussock River.

There were two boats carrying refugees at the time, and Emlyn did not find the other boat after he jumped into the river.

He continued his investigation, and a few days later, he received a piece of news, which might be true or false, from a bounty hunter he was familiar with, Miss Judgment - a slave ship that was scheduled to go to the southern continent was discovered on the high seas by priests of the Church of Mother Earth, and the church took away the ship and all the people on board.

The clue ends here.

If they wanted to obtain accurate information at sea, the best way was to seek help from the "Hermit" lady, but that lady was now working in a shipyard along the coast of Intis, and was also busy with search and rescue and scientific research in some sea areas, leading her own fleet.

Intis was too far away from here, they had no suitable means of communication, and the other side had no messenger, so they had to give up.

Afterwards, Emlyn arrested all the scammers who were pretending to be priests of the Church of Mother Earth, tied them up and threw them at the gate of Sivellas Field. This provided enough material for the newspapers for the next half month and helped the Church of Mother Earth to clear its stigma.

Emlyn received the thank-you letter yesterday afternoon.

The Church of Mother Earth has a tradition of recruiting vampires to serve as priests since ancient times, so Emlyn was not surprised when he received this letter. After all, after learning about the existence of this tradition, he was wiping the candlesticks in the Harvest Church and wondered if he had been "chosen".

"Hey, if I was really chosen by two gods at the same time, I would be very proud..."

Emlyn held the letter and stared at the torn wax seal on it. "I really want to see his expression when he respectfully calls me 'God's Chosen One'. If he were still alive, he would probably praise me... right?"

He took out the letter and read it again. When he read that the church showed goodwill and invited him to travel to Feynaport, Emlyn fell silent for a moment and laid the letter flat on the table.

"… Maric can no longer be counted on. He has completely lost contact, and the connection with the Temperance Faction has also been severed. If I go to the Southern Continent by myself, I can only add a 'Crimson Scholar' to the followers of the Rose School or the 'Original Moon'."

Emlyn inexplicably thought of an extraordinary item that Sharon once owned, called the "Crimson Moon Crown".

No matter how you look at it, it seems to correspond to his sequence... If he went to the southern continent, it would be such a useful Crimson Moon Corona 2.0.

"If I join the Church of Mother Earth... First of all, I am not abandoning the First Ancestor. Only with power can I better save the blood race, but the First Ancestor ranked my chance of promotion fifth. I am afraid it will be my turn in two hundred years. If I join the Church of Mother Earth, will I have a chance of promotion? Forget it. I don't have any connections there. If I really go there, I will be worse than the blood race. Even if the church is grateful to me, there is no reason to directly help an outsider like me to be promoted. Maybe I can only be ranked 50th... Praise the First Ancestor, please check clearly, I don't want to abandon you!"

Emlyn smacked his lips, leaned back in his chair, and sighed.

"There's no other way... I don't have any extraordinary characteristics... Do I have to take the risk and go to the Southern Continent to take a look? If I have to go, I have to find helpers, find helpers, and go back to ask 'Judgment', 'Magician', and 'Justice' who is said to be in Backlund but I have never seen... I have to find a way to ask them to introduce this member to me. I need more information about the Southern Continent and 'Witch King' Karaman..." Audrey, who was traveling through the dreams of the people in Backlund, suddenly sneezed.

……

"Sit down, you're welcome."

The sky was the deepest black ink-like color, with occasional flashes of lightning. Walking outside the deserted city, Amon stopped in the ruins of a building, randomly found a relatively flat column section to sit down, and pointed to a platform opposite.

As soon as He finished speaking, Klein involuntarily took a step forward and sat on the round stool.

Klein tried to cough again, and this time, he made a sound successfully.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and sat in a more comfortable position. Klein looked at Amon in front of him for a moment, and his eyes finally stopped on the other's monocle. He spoke as if to say hello:
"Your monocle is very interesting."

Of course, the workmanship in Moon City is not as sophisticated as that in the outside world, and the monocle that Amon is wearing is also in the Moon City style, made of animal bones, and has slightly irregular edges.

Klein just said this casually, but he didn't expect the smile on Amon's face to disappear immediately. The next moment, the monocle on his right eye changed its style to the simplest Amon standard style without any accessories.

"Haha, you want to use this method to sow discord between me and my other clones?"

After changing to the standard version, Amon's expression became relaxed again. He pinched his right eye socket and sneered, "The previous ego-loving clone was killed by the original body because he helped you and also because he had his own self. You want to kill me with a borrowed knife, but it's not that easy."

Klein slowly typed a question mark.

I just picked a random topic, how did it become a desire to harm you? Wait, that Amon who helped me... Klein's face changed slightly, and he said in disbelief: "He was killed by your original body because he had an ego?"

"Don't you Amons, each of you has your own personality and is an independent individual?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Klein got the answer from Amon's face opposite him—the other party's expression quickly turned ugly, and the sneer on his lips suddenly froze, and then his face changed like a revolving lantern.

"hehe."

Insidious fortune teller! Amon did not answer, nor did he pay attention to Klein's helplessness and anger after he suddenly learned the bad news. He looked around, skipped the topic, and said with a smile on his face:
"Do you think I brought you here to kill you?"

"Haha, you are too wary of me. It was not long ago that we met at Sefirah Castle. You hold the fate in your hands, how could I forget?"

"I just wanted to see your reaction, and your subconscious despair and instinctive rejection are very interesting. If I kill you, or deeply parasitize you who holds your destiny, wouldn't it be equivalent to transferring your destiny back to me? I won't do that."

While asking a series of rhetorical questions, Amon looked quite pleased, like an old hunter who had caught the fox's tail.

Klein frowned, then nodded slightly, as if he had realized something:

"Then you kill me."

The thin-faced Blasphemer Amon pressed the monocle on his right eye. The smile on his face was a little stiff, but it had not disappeared:

"You will never be resurrected again, dear Mr. Fool."

"I certainly won't kill you, but I can do anything short of that."

...Why is that so strange? It sounds like a gay man... Klein felt a little complicated and didn't say anything else.

Seeing this, Amon smiled and shook his head:

"Don't be so scared. In fact, there is no irreconcilable conflict between us."

Uh... Klein, who was sitting on the platform like a puppet, was stunned for a moment and did not respond.

Amon leaned forward slightly, looked into his eyes, and continued to smile:
"Our only conflict is about 'Source Castle'. Now, we no longer have this conflict, right?"

Klein sneered and immediately counterattacked: "But, you left that fate to me and escaped with Sefirah Castle. Aren't you really worried that the original owner of Sefirah Castle will be resurrected in my body?"

Amon pinched the crystal monocle and did not urge Klein to answer. He smiled and said:
"I'm not worried."

"Because you are a human being. Humans always sing praises of themselves, and they have too many ties. Not many people can give up on themselves so easily."

"Also, you still have friends and relatives in your destiny. Don't you want to continue watching over them and protecting them?"

"Haha, as long as there is a glimmer of hope that they will not die, humans will struggle for it, and they are willing to struggle."

After hearing these words, Klein's mood slowly calmed down.

"Heh, why would I want to kill you? Why would I need to kill a Sequence 3? Even if I want to recycle the characteristics, it's optional. My prey will only be Pallez, Little Zaratul, and the Gate. The rest is purely up to my mood."

"As for the organization you founded, it's a pity that you disbanded it yourself, otherwise I could have maintained it for you. It's very interesting and fun."

"If you think this price is not enough, then I can make you my Favored One. Haha, didn't you pretend that the Fool was the Angel of Time Amon in the City of Silver? Then it can become real. It is actually unnecessary for you to spend so much effort to modify our direction. If you wish, I will also lead them out of the God-Forsaken Land in the name of the Fool and see the light outside."

Amon pinched his monocle and said:

"You should be able to see that I have only parasitized a small number of people, less than one twentieth of them. As long as I don't control their minds, what's the difference between them and not being parasitized?"

"At that time, you will have the opportunity to advance to Sequence 2 and become an Angel."

Klein frowned: "How do you know that the City of Silver thinks that The Fool is you?"

He didn't mention that the City of Silver still suspected that The Fool was the god that Amon currently believed in, for fear of angering the other party.

Of course, if Amon was the type who lost his IQ when provoked, Klein would definitely try to do this. But unfortunately, Amon was not the Angel King of the Storm Path, but the "Cunning God" who gave true gods a headache in the Fourth Epoch.

Amon laughed and said:

"Do you think I only have two clones in the City of Silver? Since you, the Fool, and the Hanged Man, have intervened, I am happy to watch quietly."

...There are clones of Amon in the City of Silver... Who will they parasitize on... Well, probably quite a few. The members of the previous "Giant King's Court" exploration team were not "parasitized", this is certain... Klein's nerves tensed up, but he also felt that this was natural, because Leonard once told him that seeing an Amon meant that there were a lot of Amons lurking around, not just two or three.

…Klein twitched his lips and said briskly:
"You'd better kill me."

“Is that all you can say?” Amon was not angry, and looked at Klein with interest.

To Him, this is something fun enough. It is entirely conceivable that He will encounter difficulties in the process. They will only make the joy after success even more abundant.

"Then I have one more thing to say."

Klein looked at Amon in front of him expressionlessly:
"It would be fine if you didn't say these words. After you said them, combined with your behavior of leaving your fate to me and escaping on your own at Sefirah Castle, I just think you are a liar who knows how to seek benefits and avoid harm. This is very consistent with the form of our mythical creatures."

Amon pinched his right eye socket, his expression unchanged: "Your level of provocation is still far from enough..."

"I mean."

Klein rolled his eyes at the "Time Angel" in front of him, which was very inconsistent with Gehrman's character image.
"The way you talk about the residents of Moon City in the tone of mythical creatures is simply disgusting. Shut up and stop talking. Amon, how exactly do you play the role of a 'trickster'?"

TBC
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good night!