Chapter 795 Making a Mountain of a Mountain
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Not far away, a nimble figure quickly passed through the woods, pushed aside the low branches, and seemed not to notice the messy battlefield here. It quickly ran towards the Elk Manor where the lights had dimmed and the servants had fallen asleep.
As she ran, beads of sweat appeared on her face. It was Hazel Macht, who was wearing clothes that were convenient for movement and had long dark green hair tied casually behind her head.
In less than two minutes, she arrived at her own manor with an anxious look on her face. She skillfully climbed over the low brick wall into the garden, tiptoed around to the kitchen and wine cellar area at the back door, and her eyes swept over the lifted grass, the dead rats on the ground, and the overturned tables and chairs, and her face turned pale.
Where's the teacher? Has...someone found him?
Did he escape after the battle, or...become one of the corpses?
An ominous thought flashed through her mind, and Hazel subconsciously grabbed the necklace on her chest, ready to infuse it with spirituality and analyze various possibilities through clues around her. Then she remembered that she had used the ability of "decryption" to find out the truth about the illusion in her room.
What should I do? Ask the maid and the butler? But I sneaked out, so Mom and Dad will definitely find out... Or, use the "deception" ability in the necklace, so that they can forget everything afterwards... But I don't want to do this to ordinary people, it's not right...
Hesitantly, Hazel clenched the necklace made of seven emerald green stones surrounded by diamonds, almost being pierced by its sharp edges.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of shoes rubbing against the grass behind her. Amon, wearing a black vest and black trousers, walked slowly towards her with a smile on his lips. His right eye, hidden behind the lens, was flashing with an inexplicable light.
"Teacher!" Hazel, noticing the movement, turned her head and looked over here, her gaze fixed on Amon's feet in black leather shoes, as if she were looking at a child less than half a meter tall. "Are you okay?"
The figure reflected in her deep brown eyes was not a human, but a gray-white mouse with smooth fur, slightly larger than its peers.
The mouse stretched out its right paw, pressed its right eye socket, and replied with a smile:
"Yes."
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After ending the magic mirror communication, Angel did not return to his home immediately. Instead, he used the passage in the mirror to go to the East District of Backlund and came to a secluded apartment. He emerged from a full-length mirror in one of the suites, which had a separate bedroom, bathroom, and even kitchen utensils.
This apartment, which is considered luxurious in the East District, was rented by her using Sherman's connections. It is usually vacant and is only used as a safe house to isolate clues after certain operations and avoid being tracked.
After cautiously using a simple magic mirror to divine and determine that there was no danger around, Angel breathed a sigh of relief. He sat on the wooden chair next to the coffee table and checked the various items he had with him, so as to prevent Amon from stealing them without his knowledge during the previous battle.
The "Iron Knight" characteristics and "Deathwing" placed in the mirror space, the "Reaper Legion" with three soldiers with bruised faces after betrayal are all there, as are the rings and necklaces worn on the body. It seems that even Amon dare not steal the "Secret Holy Symbol"... The talisman, ah, if he steals the talisman, especially the "Petrification" that has been activated, I can deal with him directly... Could it be that Amon also has some sense and knows that I have some hot bombs hidden on my body?
Muttering to himself, Angel put away the equipment and items one by one. As soon as he raised his head, he saw three figures of different heights and sizes in the corner of the living room.
“Klein…”
She stood up suddenly and quickly scanned the three of them. She found that the waist of the "winner" Enuni was bulging under the effect of the faceless man, holding up his pants and making his figure look bloated. The "Hell General", who was missing one leather shoe, stood behind him with one foot high and one foot low, his socks covered in mud. The collar of Klein's shirt under his tuxedo was no longer restrained by the bow tie, and it had come loose, revealing his Adam's apple and some chest muscles. She couldn't help but laugh.
This reminded her of her battle with Amon's clone. Fortunately, during the fierce battle, the other party was only concerned with stealing the extraordinary ability and did not touch the clothes.
"Have you also encountered His clone?"
"No, it was all done by that 'Thief' demigod during his dying counterattack... Of course, I did encounter Amon's clone, so I didn't even have time to look for the demigod's Beyonder characteristics before I hurriedly left..."
Klein explained sullenly, asking the two marionettes to go to the bedroom closet and select some clothes that had been prepared there for easy changing. He then sat at the other end of the coffee table and recounted his previous experiences in the moonlight streaming into the room from the window.
"...The moment I saw Amon, I teleported away with my marionette. I went to South Wales and did a reverse divination to confirm that I wasn't parasitized before returning here."
After calmly explaining his experience of being "disinfected" in the gray fog as using a paper figurine for counter-divination, Klein looked at Angel, who was still using the "Hypocrisy" ring to disguise himself as an ordinary person, and asked:
"What about you? When you mentioned 'other Amon' before, did you mean you also encountered Amon's clone?"
"Yes, while tracking and protecting Hazel, I encountered one of His clones..."
After describing the battle in detail, Angel took out the three "Time Worms" hidden in the mirror space and placed them on the coffee table.
Looking at the translucent bug gleaming seductively under the crimson moonlight, Klein's breathing became heavier.
These are three "Time Worms", which means three "Luck Stealer" spells that can completely change the situation in the battle with the demigod!
You know, the "old man" in Leonard fell into a deep sleep at the cost of giving up two "worms of time".
Clearly sensing the joy emanating from Klein, Angel smiled slightly and pushed the curled translucent bugs over.
"Use them to make that kind of spell. I took them to Saint Samuel Church and saw the Beyonder properties slip away with my own eyes. I even prayed to the goddess. Amon shouldn't be able to track them down."
"Well," Klein knew Angel's character. Since he was the only one who could make the talisman, he didn't refuse and took Amon's "gift." "I'll give you two after they're made... No, I'll only make one 'Luck Stealer' for now. I'll keep the rest and ask the 'Parasite' on Leonard to see if they have other uses."
The two quickly decided who would own the only loot of the night, and then summarized their experience in dealing with "thieves".
Angel believes that the key points are nothing more than two: parasitism and theft.
The former requires Amon to separate a "worm of time" into the target's body, so frequently changing one's position can be avoided as much as possible, or using secret dolls, substitutes and illusions to let the precious worm of time enter the wrong target's body.
The latter can steal extraordinary abilities, magical items, and even some conceptual things, such as location and distance between two things. Angel has experienced this when using the "Parasite" gloves.
"Also, Amon mentioned the inconsistency of my fate, which means that he, like Will Auceptin, has the ability to observe fate and even change it... During the battle, he gave his disease-infected 'fate' to a fish. This may be a manifestation of 'stealing' at a higher level..."
Angel said with a frown, having a feeling this would be an extremely difficult ability to deal with.
This time, we only encountered a Sequence 4 clone. If more and stronger Amons attack, I'm afraid that Klein and I will not be able to handle it at all... Thinking of this, Angel felt extremely worried about his own lack of killing power. The idea of using the Beyonder characteristics of the "Iron Knight" to create a weapon came to his mind again.
Next time you have a Tarot session, look for Ms. Hermit and contact her Alchemist!
Oh, and the Tarot Club!
Angel's eyes lit up and he said:
"We can have a private conversation with 'Star' and Leonard at the Tarot Club. Have him ask the relatively peaceful 'parasite' within him if he has any ideas for dealing with Amon. He seems to have been avoiding the 'blasphemer' all along, so he should have some tips and tricks... There, even Amon wouldn't be able to detect our plans, just like with 0-..."
Thinking that the sealed object was now in the hands of Amon's brother, the "Angel of Imagination" Adam, Angel immediately shut up.
Klein also thought of this at this time and nodded. He did have a faster way, which was to pray to himself and ask the Fool for help as "the world" to hold an impromptu meeting. However, he couldn't tell Angel at this time, so he could only wait until late at night to secretly pull her into the gray fog.
Just say it's the "world's" request. Haha, I am the world and the world is me. Why is it like I'm a thief... Klein muttered to himself. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly noticed a figure beside him.
Opposite him, Angel also noticed something and turned his head sharply to look towards the bedroom.
Where the two marionettes should have been standing, there was a lady wearing a patched linen robe and a bark belt around her waist.
Her face was so ordinary that it was forgettable at first sight, her long black hair casually draped behind her, and her bare feet, covered in dust and scars, walked slowly towards them on the cold floor. Her dark eyes made the two of them feel peaceful and calm from the bottom of their hearts.
"Ms. Arianna!"
Angel exclaimed, rising from her chair and drawing a crimson moon on her chest as a greeting to the Mother Superior of the Abbey of Night, the head of the thirteen Archbishops, and the man who had given her the "Secret Holy Symbol" to infiltrate the "Witch Cult".
Klein had heard of this archbishop in charge of the Monastery of Night from Angel many times. He stood up and saluted, feeling confused and terrified.
He embezzled thousands of pounds of pensions from the church and broke into Chanis Gate to steal important items... A person favored by God?
"Praise the goddess."
Arianna extended her right hand from beneath her robe, tapped her chest four times, and returned the salute. Her calm gaze looked at Klein and Angel in turn, finally resting on the latter.
"The Goddess allowed me to listen to your needs."
Her words seemed to rise from the bottom of a deep lake, bringing with them a calming atmosphere, but what she said made Angel open his eyes wide in surprise.
I, I just prayed and reported them while trying to escape Amon's possible pursuit. How come... the goddess actually sent an earthly angel to Backlund to personally help solve the problem?
Isn’t this a bit of an overreaction?
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