In that unusual calm, Sifa asked, "Who are you?"

He unknowingly used honorific words.

There are not many people who can appear silently around him now. How could the other party be able to do this and bring absolute spiritual peace to himself?

The lady in a simple robe lightly her head: "Ariana, the secret servant."

Although Xifa did not know which big figure "Ariana" was, the other party called himself a secret servant. Thinking of the goddess of night as the "mother of secrets", it was obvious that this lady was a servant serving the goddess.

In other words, this is an angel!

The goddess finally responded and sent the angels under her seat to participate. This weight made Xifa feel like she was about to suffocate.

Originally, he believed that even if the goddess responded, she would only let the bishop of the local church come forward.

But he did not expect that the goddess actually let his servant, an angel who serves secrets, come directly.

After a few seconds of silence, Xifar expressed his serious expression and gave a solemn salute: "Good morning, His Highness Arianna."

Every demigod of the angel rank must have the suffix of "Your Highness" in front of each angel's rank, which is respect for the angels.

Arianna responded devoutly on her chest, “I am a monk, you can call me lady directly.”

"Okay, Ms. Arianna." Sifa did not insist, not to mention that he felt that obeying an angel's will was respect for Him.

Arianna looked at him peacefully for two seconds and asked directly: "You want to deal with the clone of the 'blas' Amon in Gulainz?"

Without waiting for the Western French answer, she said directly: "No need to do this now, because Amon's clone has left."

Leaving?

Xifa was stunned for a moment. This was different from what he thought. He couldn't help but look at the lady in front of him, and a thought arose in his mind: Amon sensed the arrival of this angel, so he left?

Arianna seemed to be able to see through Xifa's thoughts, shook her head slightly: "No, Amon's departure has nothing to do with me. Amon should have spyed on your destiny and learned something from your destiny, so she left decisively."

"This shows that Amon has a bigger plan and does not want an accident because of you."

Amon is gone...

this......

Xifa suddenly didn't know what to say.

Arianna said calmly, "But you are already in Amon's sight. Although His body may not pay attention to you, His clone should try to approach you again."

"I can provide secret power, I can secretly secret your destiny, so that existences below Sequence 2 can hardly peek at your destiny."

Western France did not understand the lady's approach for the time being.

Arianna explained without any impatiently: "If Amon's clone cannot see your destiny clearly, He will not parasitize and try to replace him. He is very careful and always."

Xifa suddenly realized, but he also knew that once Arianna exerted secret power, it would mean that he had entered the sight of the goddess of night.

This made him sigh that as the sequence improves, he will eventually enter the sight of high-level existence. The difference lies in whose sight it enters.

Compared to Amonlai, Xifa certainly wanted to believe in the goddess of night as the righteous god, so he nodded: "Then I'll be in trouble, ma'am."

Arianna nodded, and then raised her right arm and spread her palm. A little bit of light lit up in her palm. The lights were both deep and bright. They floated away like stars in the dark, falling on Xifa like blessings, sank into his forehead, his eyes, his chest, and his whole body.

Gu Feng

Xifa felt nothing, but heard Ariana say lightly: "Okay."

She said again: "If you find Amon, you can pray to the goddess, and the goddess will protect you."

Xifa quickly lit the clock on his chest, and the picture was reddish: "Praise the goddess!"

"Praise the goddess." Arianna responded piously, and then her figure quickly disappeared into the air as if it was erased.

After a moment, Xifa prayed to Mr. Fool and asked him to pay attention to the surroundings to see if he could still see Amon.

After a while, he received a reply of 'Ammon has left', which finally made Xifa feel relieved.

......

Byyam, in a hospital.

"I'm going to die."

On the hospital bed, an old man who was skinny and skinny coughed violently.

Sitting beside the bed was a local man with slightly brown skin, black and curved hair, looking like he was in his thirties. He was wearing a Tara Chen shirt, wide-legged pants, and a headscarf on his head, comforting the old man: "The doctor said you're fine, but you need to rest more."

The old man laughed: "Namonton, my dear son, you will not lie at all. I don't know my own situation yet?"

Lying on the hospital bed, the old man closed his eyes, as if he was recalling memories.

"I'm not afraid of death. When I was young, I tried to resist. I participated in the battle and passed by death every day."

"Once when I came home, I saw my father's worried look and I knew that I could not continue like this. I left the resistance organization and became an ordinary person."

"I got married and had children. At that time, I couldn't afford to build a house, so I could only rent a two-bedroom room."

"Ten years ago, your mother was admitted to the hospital like me now. She always smelled of disinfectant on her body. She left me forever in that smell and such a hospital bed."

"It's my turn now."

The old man opened his eyes again and held his son with moist corners: "Namonton, I'm very happy that you're back and can let me leave under your gaze in the last moment of my life."

"After I die, please bury me next to your mother. She has always been afraid of loneliness, so I will go to the cemetery to accompany her when I have time. Now, I can finally accompany her forever."

Namonton shook his head and said, "I will, but not now, you will live for a long time until you even lose your teeth."

The old man laughed.

On that evening, the old man let out his last breath of air and closed his eyes forever.

Namonton followed his father's last wish and buried him with his mother. On the old man's tombstone, he engraved an epitaph: an ordinary person, a gentle husband, and a responsible father.

After leaving the cemetery, he took Monton home, cleaned every corner, and then picked up a suitcase and walked out of the house.

He walked into an alley, his hair became no longer curved, his light brown skin was becoming fair, his eyes, his nose, his mouth was squirming and changing accordingly.

By the time he walked out of the alley, he was no longer Namonton, but Caven Brooke, a 'faceless man'.

After stopping, Kaven looked at the house that would never come again in a complicated mood, and then seemed to say to himself: "Playing is just playing... I can pretend to be anyone, but I can only be myself, Kaven Brooke."

Then, Kavin's eyes became clear, bright again, and no longer had haze.
Chapter completed!