Chapter 124 Another choice

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"...Mr. Men told me that in the Tudor Dynasty, there were five nobles, Abraham, Antigonus, Amon, Tamara and Jacob. Each of these families can be called an 'Angel Family'

', Possessing extremely terrifying strength."

"'Angel Family', just this name can explain a lot of things. It's so desirable! Mr. Gate said that there are not only these five angel families in the Fourth Age, but also Chara who has always been loyal to the Solomon Empire.

Tu and the Zoroastrian family, Augustus of the Trunsoest dynasty, Sauron, Einhorn, the Castile family, the secretive demon family, Andrerad, Beria

And North, as well as the witch family that is a step further than the angel family and originates from the true God."

"It turns out that the final winner of the Fourth Age was the Trunsoest dynasty, but where did their royal family go? The four great angel families, Augustus and Sauron, divided up the northern continent."

"As Mr. Men said last time, the number of top powerhouses in the Fourth Age is beyond my imagination. However, most of them have been buried in the dust of history. Even the Sauron family has declined and was

I overturn it. In another thousand or two thousand years, perhaps Augustus and other families will no longer exist. Only those true gods will seem to shine on the real world forever."

"Although there are gods who have fallen in the Fourth Age, they should only be a very small number. This reminds me of a sentence that I wrote down when I was reading online novels. I can use it here after revising it:

"If you don't become a true god, you will eventually become ashes!"

"The time for communication is over. Mr. Door is offline. He is really like a prisoner who is released at a fixed time, and he does know enough. When he mentioned the Zaratul family just now, there was a touch of contempt in his tone.

.”

"Maybe I have to maintain my relationship with Mr. Gate and leave a way out of the Church of Steam, Zaratul, that secret and ancient organization."

"Yes, and Edward."

"He has shown dissatisfaction with me, which is good. I can't let him live. If he lives, Bernadette will be harmed. It just so happens that the ancient secret organization is willing to help."

Seeing this sentence, Klein felt very much the same.

When Emperor Russell was struggling in the end, he only thought of the organization that was suspected of being the "Twilight Hermits"... And the "Twilight Hermits" were willing to help and deal with the demon angels? This was something I didn't expect, but it is in line with common sense...

However, Mr. "Gate" was not mentioned at all. Something seemed to have happened in the meantime... It turns out that the ancestors of the Augustus family of the Loen royal family were so rich that they were actually an angel family, but they were loyal to the royal family of the Trunsoest dynasty.

Why did it "disappear" like that... Klein thought of several things at once, and increasingly wanted to clear away the fog that shrouded the history of the Fourth Age and see its truest appearance.

This is also the biggest hobby of the original owner of his body.

Perhaps, the underground ruins with two side-by-side main seats and a terrifying evil spirit will help me answer many questions... But the place is completely empty, and it is not easy for Pound to visit. If I go again, I will just scare the trouble...

Ryan lowered his gaze and turned the diary to the third page.

"On June 2nd, Bernadette helped me beat my back!"

"It's really good to have a daughter. She knows how to care about her old father. Although I can see through what she wants at a glance, at least she is willing to show off, and she does a good job."

"I asked her which extraordinary path she wanted to take, and she said she hadn't decided yet, but she liked the motto 'Do whatever you want, but do no harm.'"

"On June 3, I met Florent again. He was very different from before. He still had his original memories and some distinctive and iconic characters. This is enough to prove that he is the real person."

"What exactly has he gone through to make such a big change? Perhaps a metaphor can be used to describe it relatively accurately. Some monsters are physical suture monsters, while he is a spiritual suture monster."

"On June 5th, I got an ancient book, and the name of the 'Original Witch' was mentioned in it, not an honorary name!

"His name is Chic, which is a male name.

"Is this ancient book fake?"

Klein's eyes narrowed slightly: What's a male's name? He immediately thought of the behavior of witches and their twisted ways of acting, and from this, he came up with a strange idea——

——Could it be that the "original witch" was once a man, so all subsequent witches need men to play the roles?

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Edward's face was expressionless.

The connection he left on Source Castle was completely obscured. Judging from the night sky he saw and the completely severed connection, there was no doubt that the one who took action was the goddess of the night. At this moment, the connections left by the two of them were constraining each other and they were in a stalemate.

, probably no one can further influence Source Castle.

Why does the Goddess of Night know the existence of Source Castle?

Did he know it from the beginning, or did he only notice it because of Klein's existence?

Is it because of Origin Castle that he pays attention to Klein?

"It's really strange... There was no movement before one o'clock in the past one thousand and four hundred years. In the last eighteen years of the end, all the successors of the Fool Tianzun of Source Castle have appeared. Does Tianzun have procrastination? Like to rush to the death line?"

He murmured to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "Amon said there were at least a hundred cocoons on it, and only four were broken. Tianzun has been dead for so long, and only three people have been left alive so far. What's left?

What the hundreds of people here want to do, it can’t all be for show.”

"Heiye's power actually followed Source Castle... Heiye knew what Source Castle was, why didn't the other gods react? Heiye was not an adjacent path, how could he seize the opportunity accurately? Is the uniqueness of the Fool so useful?

That’s not right, there’s something wrong with it…”

"Besides Edward, there are three other people."

"The goddess of the night...is the real...first person?"

The Declined King was silent. He was silent for a long time, and suddenly he had some understanding, about the annihilation of the demon wolf clan and the fall of Yuantai.

"Who is on the Origin Castle now? Klein? Or the fifth person? Tsk, the heir to the Origin Castle is really troublesome."

"Just think of him as Klein. It's really unexpected... I have established a weak normal connection with Source Castle, so how did Heiye move freely in Source Castle? He can still vaguely suppress me. Could it be that

The heir gave him mystical blessings or permission to carry out activities... This is difficult to handle, the night has Antigonus in his hands."

The Outer God said to himself: "After obtaining the connection with Origin Castle, if He plans to cultivate a 'Fool' himself..."

There was another long silence.

"I'm so hungry..." The devil in the shadow sighed faintly, and then he took out a bottle labeled "Demigod of the Rose School" from the collection cabinet, uncorked it, and put it away under the horrified gaze of the soul inside.

He grabbed it out and stuffed it into his mouth. Chewing, chewing, swallowing, his Adam's apple rolled, and the tip of his tongue rolled up the strands of blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

It has been too long since I have lost my source of essence, and I have been dragging out my search for opportunities to make up for it on the earth for too long. As my own characteristics increase, my instinct for aggregation becomes stronger and stronger. If my will is not strong enough, I know that it is not necessary.

Characteristics will only bring trouble to yourself and make you farther and farther away from your goal. You may have to eat the pollution of the City of Disaster in your hands.

It was afternoon at this time, and the Outer God looked at the sky outside the window. The bright skylight made him feel an extremely rare feeling of "irritability."

He was anxious about not knowing when he could go deep into the abyss, not knowing when he could find the heir of Origin Castle again, not knowing when he could find his own essence, and the danger that his identity might be exposed. The sudden intervention of the goddess of the night made him slightly passive.

Although he changed his path in time, the Declined King was not sure what he saw in the dark night. If he saw his true path mark, the planned breakup would probably be brought forward to tomorrow or even the next second.

In this situation where the future is unclear, fortunately, there is one thing that can make him relax a little, and that is that man-made disaster is coming.

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Amon was shopping. He walked leisurely and looked around, and suddenly noticed something very interesting.

In the jewelry store on the roadside, brand-new glass shelves were shining, and the store manager was sorting out various pieces of jewelry on them. Amon took a fancy to these brand-new bracelets and pendants, and walked into the store curiously.

"Boss, are these the new ones?"

He touched the bracelet he had just hung up and asked, "Shell?"

"Yes, hey, young man, are you here again?"

The store manager, who was over fifty years old, put the box in his hand on the counter. The items inside collided with each other, making a nice clattering sound: "They are all new arrivals. If you are interested, you can take a look first."

"good."

Amon nodded with a smile, and then turned his attention to the various handicrafts placed on the wall and on the counter. On the counter were processed ornaments, all of which were small animals made of shells, or collages.

Hanging paintings. Amon was not interested in these, so he glanced at them briefly and then looked away. The ones hanging on the wall were mainly pendants and bracelets. The raw materials were the simplest shells or small smooth conches. It looked like

Relatively cheap, the main color is basically white, and a few have natural colored lines.

Amon picked up a conch pendant with black patterns, about the size of his thumb. He put it to his ear and heard the ethereal and distant voice in it. He turned around and asked the shopkeeper: "How much does this cost?"

The shopkeeper hung a shell wind chime on the wall, looked back, and said with a smile: "This one is 1 sole."

"The price has increased." Amon said, "Last month it was only 10 pence."

"Yes, it's winter, and the fishermen don't go to sea anymore."

While he was talking, the door behind him was pushed open, and another guest came in. A gust of cold wind rushed in through the gap in the door, blowing the wind chime that had just been hung, making a series of crisp sounds that were different from metal wind chimes.

Amon was attracted by the sound, and he asked in an amused manner: "Manager, are you selling this wind chime? How much does it cost?"

The store manager laughed: "I just hung it up, but it's very expensive, so I bought a .5 suler to hang in the store myself."

"It's a bit expensive." Amon nodded, "Wrap it up for me."

"Okay." The store manager smiled, climbed up the short ladder that he had not yet had time to move, and took down the wind chime with a squeak.

Amon watched him carefully hang the wind chime aside, took a cardboard box, filled it with soft stuffing, and then gently put the shell wind chime in. Amon thought for a while, and held the black

The small patterned conch was also put into the box: "I want this too."

The store manager had a smile on his face. This young man always bought something every time he came and spent a lot of money. He was simply the best customer. So he said, "Is there anything else? I'll call you."

20% off.”

After hearing this, Amon's eyes lit up, and he turned around and continued to search for things he was interested in in the store. Soon, a bracelet with a white "leaf" pendant attracted his attention.

If you look closely, you will see that the veins on this "leaf" are actually formed naturally. They are cut to look like leaves and feathers. They are about the size of a knuckle, and there are many polished beads and shells hanging on the leather cord of the bracelet.
To be continued...