Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

Klein took a step forward and sat on the single sofa opposite Amon. This was not his own idea, but after being deeply parasitized, the movements of his body were no longer under his control.

When he couldn't escape, he had to face it. Klein's anxious heart gradually calmed down. He looked at Amon expressionlessly and made up his mind not to believe anything the other party said.

For an Angel King who is a thief, any words from Him are just routines - but after Amon got straight to the point, Klein's thoughts began to waver helplessly.

Amon smiled and poked the skylark on his shoulder. Under Norns' hostile gaze, He released the suppression of the bird, allowing it to regain the ability to move freely: "I guess you should have noticed that this world is not normal - the source of this abnormality is you, or rather, the 'Source Castle' behind you."

Norns immediately flew off Amon's shoulder with a hop and a skip. After circling the room twice, it landed on the coffee table in the corner with obvious cowardice. Klein looked at it with no change in expression, but his alertness was growing wildly. He found it hard to believe the answer that came up subconsciously.

Did Norns betray him? Did it bring Amon with it?

Klein wanted to suppress these thoughts, but it seemed as if another voice kept giving answers: "Yes, that's it. Of course, Norns betrayed you."

However, Klein quickly realized that it was not his own idea. He subconsciously turned his gaze from Norns to Amon: "So?"

Amon's expression became serious, and the friendly smile on his face disappeared, which made his face, which was mostly covered by the shadow of the pointed hat, look a little gloomy: "The Dreamland is infiltrating reality, but this is not the time point that really fits the prophecy of doomsday. Do you understand? The threat of doomsday comes from other places, and the appearance of the Dreamland is an accident."

Klein had no way to check his own spirit, and it was impossible for him to directly drive away Amon who was parasitizing him. The best way at the moment was to follow the words and see what Amon was going to "do".

After all, when dealing with a "scammer," you need to look at what the other person does, not what they say. Although this summary is inappropriate at this time, it can be regarded as a little experience that Klein gained when he was with Esther.

The result of things, not the process...

"If you just want to persuade me to give you Sefirah Castle," Klein bluntly exposed Amon's hidden goal, "then this is impossible."

Amon was silent for a few seconds. His gaze gradually became more solemn because he realized that even if he could read thoughts, he would not be able to understand Klein's decisive response at this time: "Because of what?"

"Because I can't even control it myself, I can't give it to you even if I want to."

Amon's eyes narrowed. He had already smelled a lie, but Klein's thoughts showed that he meant what he said.

Amon glanced at Norns who was standing on the other side, and Klein turned his head as well: "In fact, I have also thought about this issue, but there is always another party who has a much higher degree of control over the 'Source Castle' than I do."

When the spearhead turned, the pressure suddenly fell on the "third party". Skylark, who was already terrified because of facing Klein, stood stiffly on the desk, facing the gaze of black eyes and brown eyes, and looked like it wanted to find a hole to hide.

The invisible silence was like a chain pressing down on the little bird's head, causing it to let out a cry of grievance.

Klein took a deep breath after that, ignoring his habit of subconsciously defending Norns. "But I didn't get a definite answer. He mentioned 'deals' to me several times, and I refused."

"I appreciate your caution. If you believed in Him, it would be a misfortune for the world."

Klein heard something else in the other person's words: "Do you know anything about Him?"

Amon did not answer the question, but raised his finger to Norns: "Come here."

After seeing Norns flying uncontrollably despite fear in his eyes, Klein fell silent again.

"It's not parasitic, and there's no need for me to waste parasites attaching themselves to it. It's just that I control their source... You call them Norns, right? You see, I could have let this skylark continue to lurk around you, just like they did before, and keep a close eye on you, but I didn't."

Amon's tone was always sincere, but Klein kept reminding himself not to believe the Angel King, as anything he said could be false.

Amon didn't seem to care whether Klein believed him or not: "I know your true identity. It's not The Fool, nor is it Klein Moretti."

Klein's heart suddenly skipped a beat, as if he was standing on the edge of a cliff and a piece of gravel rolled down from under his feet, and he was about to fall.

Did she tell Amon about this as well?

Amon's eyes rolled and he smiled again: "Yes, He told me everything, including you, your biggest secret."

Before Klein could react, Amon suddenly frowned, jumped from the window to the ground, and walked closer to Klein. Klein could only sit on the sofa and could not move.

"Unfortunately, we have to move our conversation to another place. It just so happens that you also want to meet 'her', don't you?"

I didn’t, Klein thought silently in his heart. I just can’t resist the deep-level parasitism at all, otherwise I would have already—

"Yeah, I don't care if you like it or not, but we should leave."

Amon put his hand on Klein's shoulder, and the two of them disappeared in the room in an instant. Of course, Norns, who was cowering in the corner, hoping to be truly forgotten, also disappeared.

The next moment, a figure in a black dress appeared at the window. There was no expression on her wooden face. She just stayed there for a few seconds before being wiped out from the air by an invisible force.

-

"How do you distinguish us from the original?"

"Didn't I tell you? Just go with your feeling."

Esther pinched the crow's mouth, trying to quiet it down for a while. Now, whenever she heard this creature's voice, she always felt a buzzing in her ears, as if there was an inexplicable interference in her perception.

Crow broke free from Esther's fingers. After all, she didn't use much force in the first place. "But you could tell as soon as the original body left."

"It's simple. You wouldn't see a skylark and think it's 'Zoya', right?"

The crow nodded solemnly: "Yes, Zaratul also uses the crow puppet."

The slight smile that had just appeared on Esther's face faded again: "In fact, they are fundamentally different. The real Him and the clone... It is easier for me to distinguish them now, because He carries a uniqueness that does not belong to Him."

"Will you hold a grudge?"

Esther was quite surprised. She reached out and poked the crow's head: "Is this what He wanted you to ask?"

The crow lowered its head meekly beside her finger: "No, I'm just curious."

Esther's expression became calm again: "Why should I have resentment? Even if it was originally..."

She quickly laughed again: "But it has nothing to do with me anymore. Like I told Amon, I am just 'Esther' now."

Her smile was contained in the crow's black eyes, like a gray old picture frame.