Seeing the rare gloominess on Amon's face, Ambrosius stood up immediately, as if she was not an angel who was a mythical creature at this moment, and was as panicked as a mortal.
"Herabergen?"
Ambrosius looked at the hotel room he rented, and the stars on his body flickered, as if they would disappear in the next second.
Amon turned his wrist slightly, and the shining starlight that illuminated the corner of the room suddenly disappeared.
"Why are you in such a hurry?"
Anxious? Ambrosius raised his eyebrows slightly, anger flashed in his eyes, and he sat back on the chair after a moment of embarrassment.
"So what if she finds out? Does Herabergen dare to tell the tyrant and Chunbai?"
"If I guess correctly, 'Secret' should be able to return to its most complete state at any time, and even becoming a god in one fell swoop is not a problem now."
A smile appeared on Amon's face again, and his fingers touched the monocle on the orbit of his right eye.
Her slightly pale skin was gradually stained with blue and black, the smile at the corner of her mouth became more and more nervous, and the black color on her robe suddenly deepened.
"I have always had great reverence for gods."
Ambrosius "snorted", Amon ignored the vague sarcasm and continued on his own:
"But I have more respect for the ancient gods who were executed by my father."
"Think about it, a bunch of guys who were no more than beasts before and after the last apocalypse, just relied on luck and courage to reach the throne of sequence zero, and now the so-called seven gods have been fighting each other openly and secretly for more than a thousand years, and there is no competition. A true God with dual paths emerges.”
"I really don't like 'The Hanged Man', but she is indeed the last shadow left by my father in this world. If Leodro, Herabergen, and Osykus are willing to give up their own lives, , maybe we can find a lucky person early on, kill the 'Hanged Man', and get the ticket to the Sea of Chaos."
Amon's fingers under his monocle moved away, and the strangeness that appeared on his body slowly disappeared, as if it had never appeared.
The banter disappeared from her lips, replaced by an indescribable complexity.
"My father, 'Mysterious'... my so-called uncle, has always tried to teach me to understand human courage and devotion, and even tried to make me accept human love."
"But I don't understand, as a born mythical creature, why should we understand a species that is completely different from our biological level."
"That's you, don't take me with you." Ambrosius sneered, no longer as nervous as before, but much calmer.
Amon is right. As long as the so-called three gods don't make up their mind, no matter who discovers the existence of the Lord's half, they won't make a big deal about it. They may even not see through the real relationship between Klein and the Lord. connection, they can only pray that this is just another attempt by the former owner of Source Castle - the 'Lord of Mysteries' to resurrect, and even hold on to a glimmer of hope to guide this lucky person to clean up their inner troubles.
Ambrosius paused, his voice dull.
"Before I received the grace of the Lord, I was just a slave in the city-state of Phoenix. Even though I became a mythical creature, I never forgot my past."
"Perhaps this is a common problem among our 'Recorders', and Bethel is the same. After she took charge of the Oneness, she never forgot where she came from."
Amon smiled and nodded, and said perfunctorily:
"Yes, yes, that's right."
"Well, it seems that I am the only one who thinks so. Antigonus also refuted me before. I really don't know if your brains are contaminated by anchors. Antigonus is also a born mythical creature, but when I chatted with her recently,
But I feel that they are more like humans than those mortal nobles."
Amon and Antigonus met recently?
Ambrosius controlled his expression, and just wanted to think deeply, but found Amon staring at him with a smile, and simply stopped thinking.
"So what do you think?" She calmed down and asked proactively.
Amon, who was poked at the important point, smiled and spread his hands, smiling very shyly, so shy that Ambrosius felt the trembling of an ordinary creature's hair standing on end for a long time.
"Anyway, my uncle didn't prohibit me from doing anything the last time we met."
"Honestly, I'm still very scared when I meet her. Since she didn't say anything, I guess I won't get hurt even if I do a little trick now."
"Then why don't I take this opportunity to satisfy my curiosity?"
Amon leaned forward and deliberately smiled at Ambrosius, speaking word by word.
"For example, meet my 'little uncle'."
...
Ah sneeze!
Walking on the outskirts of Bayam City, Klein suddenly sneezed.
Fortunately, he was not in Hermann's face now, otherwise he would have to consider whether he should hold back this sudden sneeze for the sake of acting.
I really don’t know who is scolding me. It can’t be that guy Daniz, right?
I just asked him to continue to contact "Lieutenant General Iceberg", and I didn't have any other requests.
Klein rubbed his nose and decided to go back and give Daniz some other tasks so that he would not have the energy to curse himself.
After coming out of the hotel, he had been looking for a suitable target to play. He took over and searched for a long time, but found no opportunity.
Yes, after all, the role of a "faceless man" generally requires the replacement of a person's identity. For dummies like Herman and Sherlock Moriarty, who have no specific past and whose life experiences only exist in records and documents,
It still requires a lot of feedback from people around you, and it is not as fast as replacing a normal person directly.
After being promoted to "Faceless Man", although Crane found that two-thirds of his digestion was completed, he knew clearly that this was just him replacing "Clean Moretti" in his life and playing the role of Sherlock Morrie.
A by-product of Arti.
And it's hard to say whether there is any "mysterious" influence in this.
As his thoughts were spinning, Klein couldn't help but feel a headache. He instinctively looked at the trees planted on both sides of the road and suddenly stopped.
Local volunteer agency?
He looked at the door sign that read "Byam Medical Assistance Foundation", thought for a moment, and walked in quickly.
After entering this two-story building, Klein discovered that this was a charity organization with a background of the Church of the Night Goddess. One of its responsibilities was to provide trained volunteers to various hospitals.
Looking away from the Holy Emblem of the Night Goddess, Klein came to the registration office and saw the female staff member processing the documents in her hands, so he lightly tapped the edge of the table.
"What's matter?"
The female staff member who was awakened from her busy work put down the documents in her hands and asked.
"I want to volunteer." Klein replied briefly.
When he was observing the advertisement on the wall of the charity organization just now, he found that he could come into contact with many dying people here, and maybe there would be suitable identities to play.
"Name." The female staff member picked up the pen and placed the pen tip on the paper.
"Gehrman Sparrow." Klein had changed back to Gehrman's appearance at some point. With the blessing of illusion, the female staff member opposite did not notice anything strange at all.
"Do you have identification?"
Klein nodded calmly, unabashedly pulled out a piece of paper from the table and handed it to the staff.
The staff member took the white paper with almost nothing on it, glanced at it carefully, and took notes while reading. After all the identity information was registered, he took out a piece of paper from the drawer that was already written, except for the name.
The completed certificate was handed to Klein.
"Write your name here."
Illusion is still useful... Klein breathed a sigh of relief. After writing his name, he followed a balding male doctor to the charity medical clinic behind the front desk.
Half an hour later, the adventurer who had just cleaned the bathroom tried hard to control his expression and finally saw the coveted list of patients to be cremated.
His left hand quietly released golden light and asked the balding doctor:
"Which of these are there that no family members can come to see?"
When the doctor who was preparing the medicine heard this illegal question, he just thought it was natural and replied vaguely:
"There are many. Except for the top few, no one has ever seen the rest. Isn't that what the indigenous people are like?"
Klein took a deep look at him, the glove on his left hand turned black again, and he silently exited the room.
The spiritual flames coming out of his fingers burned the volunteer certificate to ashes. He identified the direction and walked to the front desk. Under the cover of illusion, he took away the volunteer list put aside by the female staff member, making sure that he had not had time to be registered.
Then he left through the main entrance.
The "divineer" has a very good memory. Even without taking away the list, Klein could easily recall most of the names on it.
He arrived outside the morgue, first used the spiritual wall to once again strengthen the blockade of Azik's Bronze Whistle, and then pushed the door open and entered.
In the cold morgue, corpses with stiff skin were lying on the iron plate. Not-so-clean numbness covered each dead body, barely covering their face, but their ankles were exposed.
Klein looked at this scene that was extremely inconsistent with his own impression. He slowly walked past the corpses, using his spiritual vision to confirm the appearance of each corpse. He even walked over without even looking at the female corpse.
Finally, he stopped in front of a young man, looking at the unusual white skin and light yellow hair. He took out bottles and jars from his arms and channeled the remaining spirituality on the corpse.
With the help of rituals and potions, Klein's thoughts suddenly rose. He looked down at the unresponsive spirit body in the ethereal space, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
He died for too long, and the spirit body basically dissipated... Seeing that it was difficult to obtain more information, Klein decisively ended the channeling ceremony.
Lucien Novi, this is the name of the young man, he is an adventurer from Intis.
After some channeling, Klein only obtained this most basic information.
It's a pity that I can't speak directly to the dead like Mr. Azik, and of course I won't do it... Klein sighed softly, lowered his steps and walked out of the morgue.
Half of his plans failed.
Unless you happen to meet someone who is about to die, it is difficult to obtain a complete life and complete the performance just by channeling.
Of course, with the most basic information, he can also inquire about the person's habits and experiences through pirates and adventurers, but this is not only inefficient, but also difficult to collect useful intelligence. Deceiving friends who are not familiar with the deceased can
, but in front of people close to you, mistakes will inevitably occur.
However, even after he came out, Klein still didn't intend to give up. He simply found a bathroom in a roadside cafe and walked backwards until he arrived above the gray fog.
He held a few hairs that he had just taken from the corpse, wrote down sentences, and dreamed:
"Cause of the Death of Lucien Nowy."
The surrounding gray fog gathered towards the top. In the dream, Klein came to the bar where Bayam adventurers gathered. From a bird's-eye view, he witnessed Lucien being betrayed by his companions, being seriously injured and barely escaping. Finally, he fell to the Charity Institution.
Not far from the intersection.
In the hazy dream, Klein suddenly stirred up time, like watching a video, and recalled the scene in the dream to the night when Lucien was betrayed.
He read it right. Among the people besieging Lucien was a woman, a "Harvest Priest"!
There are not many female adventurers at sea, but there are not many female pirates.
Judging from the attitude of the people around him towards the "Harvest Priest", he was probably a pirate.
Female pirates... Klein leaned back on his chair, and the names of several female pirate generals appeared in his mind.
...
"Let me recognize someone?"
Danitz, who was caught sleeping lazily, had no time to panic when he was confused by a sketch of a portrait that Gehrman suddenly sent him.
He took a sketch with a look of astonishment on his face, and his expression changed wonderfully from astonishment to surprise to shock.
"Where did you meet this guy?"
He didn't even care about his fear of adventurers.
"you know?"
Klein glanced coldly, and he had determined that the "Harvest Priest" was definitely not a person on the "Vice Admiral Iceberg" ship.
"I only saw it once, at a pirate conference, so I'm not entirely sure." Daniz became unusually serious, "Although I only saw it from a distance, it should be right..."
"There are only three women on board 'Vice Admiral Disease'..."
"Lieutenant General of Disease"?
Klein maintained Gehrman's cold expression of calmness, but he was secretly surprised in his heart.
"Speak carefully."
Daniz sniffed and simply sat across from Klein.
"She disappeared together with 'Vice Admiral Disease'. To be precise, only the three women are missing. The other first mates and boatswain under 'Vice Admiral Disease' are also missing, and some have gone to other places.
The pirate general may establish his own business."
"I didn't expect them to be still in Bayam. What a coincidence of fate..."
Looking at Daniz who was lamenting his fate, Klein rarely looked away.
To be honest, he lied a little.
This feeling is too familiar, a sudden coincidence, a sudden clue.
He had just decided to hunt "Admiral of Blood" and got the Death Document from "Vice Admiral of Disease" when the female pirate appeared next to Tracy. This was not like a coincidence, but more like the original 0-08
s arrangement!
...
"This is a miracle!"
Maric looked at his excited friend across from him and couldn't help but pursed his lips.
But the person opposite was obviously not as calm as Maric, and he kept talking, forgetting for a moment that although the room was closed, it was separated from the outside by a thin layer of wood, which could not stop interested people from eavesdropping.
"If you haven't seen it with your own eyes, you have no idea what it's like inside."
"That is the tomb of a great noble of the Fourth Age, Maric, can you imagine how many treasures there are in it and how many secrets are buried by the church?"