Chapter 384 Amon is approaching

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In a small city in Intis, a young man wearing beautiful monocle glasses and neatly dressed, watching the city restoration staff transporting goods on the street, erecting one tent after another for the victims to temporarily live in, raised his head.

He scratched his head, looked around in confusion, and then looked around for a while, looking in the direction of Trier.

A voice came along the unique connection between Amon, asking him to go to Trier, to the church, to see the breath of the source castle that appeared there. This was the first time that he was sent to Intis because of the referendum on Mongolia.

Before him, many clones were sent here by the All Mongolian referendum. Anyway, the original body and those Sequence 2 clones would not come, and the ones sent here were Sequence 4 and below. Based on the experience of Amon's Ontology not being captured in the Land of God's abandonment for so many years, the real Creator would not attack Him unless necessary. This may be understood as a kind of nostalgia, although the only thing that the Ontology conveys is sneering.

However, those clones are sometimes arrested for other reasons and are restored on the spot. Intis is still relatively strict in controlling the abuse of extraordinary abilities, especially Amon, who also has the obvious identity proof of monocles.

And before he came here, all Amon's clones were killed by the flood.

He happened to be sightseeing in Fsak and participated in some local festivals, so he escaped.

"Source Fort..."

Amon pinched his eyes and clamped his glasses tighter.

Just as Klein was thinking, Medic frowned and spoke.

The atmosphere suddenly became as heavy as death. Even Amon was stunned. He scratched his head and replied dryly: "Sad."

The sky outside was still dark, and it seemed that he had just had a deep sleep for a few hours, and it was around four o'clock in the morning.

It is not ruled out that such people have a good impression of themselves, can communicate and use it to a certain extent, but in the final analysis, they are untrustworthy.

But the hidden sage obviously wanted to get this answer. His eyes kept following Klein. Medici's words worked, but not fully worked. He followed Klein and asked:

"Do you want to come to the Western Continent?"

"Young man, he looks so good. My daughter likes intellectuals like you."

From his perspective, Zarathu is considered respectable because he is actually working towards a position of "suicide".

...

“The Western Continent is using similar languages?”

Of course, Amon knew that he was actually very selfish, unwilling to take any adventures, and even childish and unpleasant, but the outer god also taught him that "the selfishness that does not want to be covered by self is the proof of your existence." Yes, he did not want to touch that fate. If the original body obtains the source castle, the blessing given to him by the outer god will disappear, and he will become an ordinary clone again, a gem that does not like spicy taste and does not like exquisite monocles, and is not interested in ancient history and mythology. It is no longer his Amon.

"He has no obligation to answer your question, sage."

"I can know so much, and most of it is thanks to the arrangements of the real Creator and the complexity of fate brought by the "Source Castle", especially the historical and archaeological materials provided by the "Sun" and the Silver City. This makes me always know a lot of incredible history. Of course, even so, as a true god, I have died once, let alone other "ancient scholars"?"

Does He want me to feel good about Him and the Western Continent?

This thought popped out in his mind with all his might, and then Klein exhaled, he pinched his eyebrows and whispered:

"Sorry, I think I need a rest now."

"So your daughter is also a beautiful lady, so where is she?"

The middle-aged man looked up in shock. The streets at night were quiet and he could not find the young man wearing monocle glasses.

Amon laughed twice. On the way to travel around, he met his parents like Lao Duo. Most of them just joked casually. A small number of people who really had this kind of thought would be stolen by him. He also skillfully said perfunctorily:

Medic asked, "What did you say just now?"

After saying this, he had no idea what else he could do, so he pretended that nothing had happened and was about to bypass the tent and prepared to find a place to pass the time.

"In the ceremony, I did not see the history of the old era, and the farthest stopped in the Third Age. In other words, the history of the old era could not be my need for promotion and performance? This is really strange."

"This is ancient Chinese." The hidden sage interrupted, "I can teach you that the grammar is..."

He actually didn't want to contact Klein, and he even kept consciously staying away from Roun, but he didn't expect that he was still very good at a great aggregation skills.

"It's already late, guy, go and have a rest."

"There are other solutions to digestion next. To put it simply, it is all archaeology..."

"At present, there are two directions for the role of 'ancient scholars'. One is from ancient scholars, and the other is to study ancient scholars. Both must be possessed. The first point is relatively easy, because the ritual itself implies the key point of making itself an ancient man. Once the promotion is successful, you can naturally play the role of a scholar from ancient times."

"Get out of the way, sage," said Medic, "don't stand outside our church."

Medic's spirituality began to call the police bit by bit. He immediately raised his hand to stop the huge file compression package that had begun to transmit, and refused to accept it: "I don't want to know, I want to know why you can communicate in this language."

Perhaps the expression on his face was so sincere that Amon had thought for a moment - is there anyone who needed to remember himself? It seemed that there was no. Then why did he be remembered even if he did not die, if you died one day, would you tell others about your daughter's deeds? - Then, he suddenly thought that this middle-aged man told himself about his daughter's affairs in a method that is almost unforgettable. Does that mean that his daughter can "not end his life" by being remembered by himself?

Does this person know that I am Sequence 3? He felt a little alert.

The ward was very quiet. He groped and sat up, pulled a pillow behind his back, raised his head and rubbed his forehead.

Reminding the favor and rituals of three hundred years of isolation that the Lord had not told, the Red Angel did not get too entangled in this issue.

Unmoved, Amon walked around the middle-aged man and replied, "No need, thank you, I'm going to Trier."

After saying that, the transparent eyes turned into twinkling stars and disappeared.

"Do you have a Chinese name?"

At least Rossell still has the ability to change the world and go to the position he wants to be in, but he can't do anything.

The middle-aged man shook his head and said in a romantic poetic way that suits Amon's impression of the Intis: "I will continue to live for my daughter. As long as I still remember her, her life will not end."

Judging from his adaptation to this world, he may not be as good as Rossell.

Klein slowly opened his eyes and woke up.

This is also one of his most important secrets so far. The soul descending from the Source Castle is definitely the fastest to establish connection with the Source Castle, and he... was not chosen because of his own speciality, nor was anyone else, otherwise he would not have come the fourth time. Others think he is the successor of the Heavenly Lord, but he himself knows that Zhou Mingrui is just an unfortunate soul of an ordinary old man, nothing special.

"I have never heard of this language since I lived in the Third Age, and there is no such thing as this." Medic looked at Klein with his arms in his arms, "Or do you mean that you are the ancient god who was born before me? Well, it's not impossible."

"Can I know your name?"

As soon as he looked up, he saw a strange ceiling, like a hospital ward, with lights on the ceiling, and Klein directly felt a sense of time and space disorder. The white sheets were also printed with the cross mark of the Creator Church. If it was a red background, it would feel even more like an old age.

Klein shook his head, he was too old.

The middle-aged man who was setting up a tent in the distance waved at him. Amon walked over and helped him straighten the wooden stakes used to tie the tent, and tied the rope firmly. The middle-aged man praised him a few words, looked at him twice, and said with a smile:

The hidden sage looked reluctantly at Klein, who had entered a baby sleep in an instant, and once again said to Medic: "When he wakes up, I hope I can get his answer."

"Yes, of course." A look of loss appeared on the middle-aged man's face, making his smile bitter, "I will miss her forever."

But he must go, because if he doesn't go, his body will find his abnormality.

After he said this, he received no answer.

He felt that Klein was now a person on his side no matter what, and the sage of the hidden sage and the Western Continent were not very clear. Although it prevented Leodro from continuing to move forward, he did not show clear objections or express his clear favoritism towards the Creator. Such people, war angels often do not treat them as partners, but are divided into the category of "can become enemies at any time."

"Lord." He said softly, "Praise you. I really need to go and chat with the snake."

The middle-aged man walked aside with a smile:

"She was swept away by the tsunami."

After more than ten minutes of easing, he was completely awake and gradually recalled what happened after the promotion, and began to examine himself:

"The potion really digested most of it as soon as it was taken, at least three-fifths... This is more than I expected... But I don't know how much ancient data you need to obtain and how much real history you have to study to digest..."

Medici waved his hand and dispelled the stars. He looked at the sleeping Klein who was holding in his hand, and recalled some of the words of the Hidden Sage and Klein. His eyebrows that had not been stretched for a long time were twisted deeper.

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly turned dark. Medici was afraid that Chi Ze would change, so he knocked him out with a knife and caught him.

It seemed that it was not like that. The middle-aged man had no response to Amon's vigilance and spiritual temptation. He quickly packed up his mood and said:

"The second point is very difficult. It's okay for normal society. In this world where real gods, demons and evil exist, collecting ancient data is a matter that requires great risks. If you still want to find out the truth of history, you may die suddenly without reason at any time. The more you understand the standard, the greater the danger..."

"Yes." The hidden sage answered happily, "I was reading Rosel Gustav's creative notes and diaries, and found that he was also a soul from the Western Continent. Is Rosel Gustav an ancient human chosen by the Heavenly Lord like you?"

He didn't spend much time recalling the current Source Fort holder who had a relationship with him, Klein Moretti. Not only Source Fort, but also his heavy fate, his fate of dying in the end.

Klein hesitated for a moment - that's right, he was indeed the one selected by Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun, but it might have been a screening, and all those who had a mysterious connection with Tianzun were selected. He was selected, but he was not special, but a few hundred.

"In addition, the previous two meanings were biased towards ‘ancient’. The word ‘scholar’ must also be paid attention to. If you can study something from history, you can be called ‘scholar’.

"It's so late, the road is not safe." The middle-aged man habitually dissuaded, and then shook his head, "Oh, look at what I said. There are not many people now, and there are not even a thief on the road... But the train and carriage have been stopped. How do you go?"

Ancient Chinese… Klein was slightly silent.

Amon scratched his head again: "Want to think of this, will you not be sad?"

He thought of the dream that he had before and was influenced by the hidden sage. People were wearing clothes similar to those of the Republic of China period, school uniforms were like Taoist robes, and their mouths proved that they were speaking a prophecy similar to that of Chinese, and asked:

"Hey, boy, stop standing up!"

Klein's heart pounded. He felt incredible about the words of the hidden sage, but he had experienced too many things, and his yearning and expectation for the Western Continent were also raised because of that dream. He wanted to answer questions, but he was still afraid of this famous brain-superior god. The most important thing is that he is now dizzy, his mind is full of ancient history, philosophical overview, cultural and artistic works, and simple operations of nuclear fusion that everyone can learn. He really has no brain to think about the purpose of the hidden sage asking these questions.

"A language." Klein answered truthfully.

Trier.

"It is relatively simple to change the role of 'Miracle' and 'Ancient Scholars'. Unfortunately, there is no such thing as...

After confirming that the role of the role was effective in advance and considering the future, Klein combined the mystical knowledge obtained in the promotion and the observation of his own divine patterns, relying on methods such as "divination" and practice to explore the abilities of "ancient scholars" step by step.

Just then, a knock on the door came from outside the ward.

TBC

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Recasting the double update today is unavoidable.
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