Mystery: The whole good living master

Outside the window, the sun is setting.

Because of the attack of Saennetel's obsessive-compulsive disorder, which manifested itself in that he had to hold meetings every day and write meeting minutes after each meeting, Saennetel had to pause the discussion, sat down angrily and began to write meeting minutes:

Recorded on: December 12

Today, Ouroboros and the Amons came to visit us, and we had a long meeting in the reception area of ​​the top floor office.

The talks were beneficial. Through frank conversations, the two sides fully exchanged views and enhanced mutual understanding. However, we will remain reserved about Amon's cooperation proposal. Of course, we will respect Amon's choice and appreciate Amon's courage. But we are still extremely indignant about Amon's attempt to participate in the resurrection of the Ancient Sun God. We will be seriously concerned about the resurrection of the Ancient Sun God. The Ancient Sun God and his subordinates are important strategic partners of the Balam People's Republic. We cannot ignore them. We will reconsider our position on the issue of the resurrection of the Ancient Sun God and reserve the right to make further responses. Amon's plan may cause international unrest, which we cannot tolerate. We will wait and see what Amon's plan will do, but Amon will be responsible for all the consequences caused by Amon's plan!

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The Amons around him were clanging and clanging, and Sennetl couldn't continue writing. He threw down his pen, stared and looked up, and saw Mu Fange commanding the other two Amons to "set up camp" in his office. He was determined to build a small villa!

"What are you doing with all that clanking?" Seinnetel asked knowingly, gritting his teeth.

Mu Fan Ge twisted his neck and waist, collapsed on the chaise longue, and crossed his legs: "If you don't agree to me, we won't leave, No. 1! Light a fire and cook!"

Seinnetl raised her fingers and screamed, "You are not allowed to light a fire in my office!"

Time Bug No. 1 curled his lips and put away the tools used to drill wood to make fire.

The real body, dressed as a limited-time bricklayer, came over, slapped Mu Fan Ge to the ground, and said, "Who is the real body?"

Then the real Amon sat on the chaise longue, and Mu Fange silently put on his safety helmet and started laying bricks in Seinnetel's office.

Sennetel took a deep breath and roared, "You are not allowed to build a house in my office!"

……

"Okay! Okay! Tell me what you want to do!" Sennetel kicked Mu Fange's "ruins", and the whole wall instantly turned into powder and disappeared into the air.

Mu Fan Ge walked forward and threw the bricklaying knife behind him, hitting Ben Meng right in the face: "Death Archon, do you know?"

Mu Fange rubbed his hands and said, "I plan to set up a trap, a trap centered around the Lord of Mysteries."

Saennetel raised his eyebrows: "So, it's none of my business?"

"I need people, extraordinary characteristics, and a large enough open space!" Mu Fange ignored the body Meng who was jumping up and down behind him, squinted his eyes, and counted on his fingers.

Seinnetel also counted on his fingers: "Then what can I give you?"

"I need you to give me a piece of vacant land. I just need a piece of vacant land." Mu Fangge smiled, a very standard smile, revealing only eight white teeth.

As if he could read minds, Sennetel nodded: "I understand, you are the kind of person who tells everyone that you are just one thing short, and then you can deceive everyone with just one idea..."

Mu Fan Ge's eyes widened in horror: "How...how did you know?"

Sainnetel threw a wink at Mu Fange: "Guess how I succeeded in my revolution?"

Mu Fangge understood that Seinnetel was just like himself, a liar!

Mu Fange praised: "You have the potential to become Amon!"

Sainnetel rolled his eyes at Mu Fange and said, "Don't, don't be like that, I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!"

Mu Fange clasped his hands together, put them next to his face and said cutely, "Since we are in the same boat, why don't you give me a discount?"

Seinnetel curled his lips and said, "Tell me your plan first, and I will help you."

Mu Fan Ge smacked his lips. “That’s what you said. First, lend me a piece of land, and then ask Adam to help me imagine a city. Then, find the Primitive Moon and get some extraordinary characteristics for free…”

"Stop! Stop, stop, stop!" Seinnetel raised his hand and slapped Mu Fange to the ground: "Do you want to hear what you are saying?"

Mu Fan Ge raised his head. His teeth had hit the ground and his lip was broken. Fortunately, Korixi had good teeth and none of his teeth were lost. Only his lip was broken and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth. Mu Fan Ge smacked his lips blankly and thought about it: "What did I say?"

“Don’t be so ridiculous! What do you mean by going to the Primordial Moon to get some extraordinary characteristics for free? Can you calm down?” Sennetl cursed.

Mu Fan Ge got up and blinked innocently: "Listen to me!"

Thanenetel shook his head and stepped back, "You must be a fake Amon, you must be the original Moon pretending to be me! I don't want to hear you!"

The original body Meng also came over, eager to try, ready to release his clones at any time to subdue the contaminated clone.

Mu Fange actually felt a little guilty. Although there were problems with Sennetl's process, the result was correct. He was indeed the fake Amon.

"It's exposed, right? It's exposed, right? You'd better get the extraordinary characteristics for free!" Sennetel took out a colorful whip from somewhere.

Mu Fange raised his hands, put his head in his hands and squatted down to show that he had no hostility.

"Listen to my explanation! God will influence believers, right?"

Sennetel nodded and stuck his chin forward, looking like he was waiting to see what tricks he could come up with.

"Similarly, believers are anchors, and anchors can in turn influence God, right?"

Thanenetel nodded again.

Mu Fange clapped his hands and said, "So, as long as we replace all the believers of the Original Moon with Amon, wouldn't the Original Moon also be Amon?"

Sennetel opened his mouth, but this time he said nothing, and the whip in his hand fell to the ground.

The smile on the original mask's face also disappeared, and according to the law of conservation of smile, it appeared on Mu Fange's face.

Everyone looked at each other, and the atmosphere was strangely silent for a long time.

In the end, it was Sennettl who made the final decision: "I think this plan is feasible!"

Mu Fan Ge also nodded confidently.

Then, it was Sennetel who raised an objection: "But, compared with Amon and the Outer Gods...isn't it that Amon has greater destructive power?"

Mu Fan Ge kicked him: "What do you mean?"

"Literally." Sainnetel spread his hands, then asked Mu Fange: "Let's not talk about this. What's next? What other plans do you have?"

"These are all stage building. The ultimate purpose of setting up the stage is to perform a play... I want to perform a play for the Lord of Mysteries..."

Sennetel pouted: "Aren't you Amon?"

"Yes." Mu Fange nodded.

The original body Meng smashed the bricklaying knife into Mu Fange's face: "I am the original body! I am!"

"Don't you want to be the Lord of Mysteries?" Sennetel pointed at Mu Fange.

Mu Fange spread his hands: "I don't want to. Being the Lord of Mysteries is so troublesome~"

The real body covered himself up and aimed at Mu Fange's butt and kicked him: "You don't want me to!"

Saennetel nodded and ignored the original Amon again: "That means you don't want this position anymore." He paused and asked again: "Then how do you guarantee that all the Amons won't come to grab this position?"

Mu Fange was pressed to the ground by his original form, but he still stubbornly showed a devilish smile: "I will make sure that all the Amons don't want this position..."

The original body, who had been ignored the whole time, yelled angrily: "Hey! Listen to me! Both of you!"

"He doesn't count!" Mu Fange waved his hand and pushed the original Amon away: "The world belongs to Amon! It may belong to others now, but in the end it still belongs to Amon! So the position of the Lord of Mysteries is not important! What's important is to tell the Lord of Mysteries weird stories!"

Looking at Amon, who had no way to deal with Mu Fange, Sainnetel sighed and said, "Tell me, how big a piece of land do you want?"

Mu Fangge smiled with a plan in mind: "Not big, not big... a little bit will be enough... just give me a block first..."