Author: Tianxu Aurora

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In the Republic of Intis, the capital of Trier, a director of an intelligence agency was arranging tasks for his subordinates.

Suddenly, his vision became blurry, and a voice that seemed to come from afar sounded in his ears:

"Orville... Dilan... Orville... Dilan..."

As an Extraordinary who joined the Directorate General of External Security of Intis as a member of the Secret Order, this was not the first time Antoine encountered something similar.

In certain situations in the past, every time he was promoted, he would hear the murmurs of "Honakis...Fregera...Honakis...Fregera..." and almost lost control several times.

What is different from the past is that the content of the whisper seems to have changed this time.

When the babble subsided and what he saw in front of him returned to normal, Antoine frowned slightly and said silently to himself:

"My mental state has been very stable recently, and I haven't taken any magic potions. I'm trying to get promoted. How could I hear the whispers of a hidden existence?"

"This seems to be somewhat different from the previous one..."

"What does Orville represent? I lack enough information and can't interpret it at all..."

"Dilan, Dilan, well, the senior officials in the meeting mentioned that our mysterious and terrifying leader once hid an ancient castle called Dilan..."

"Hiss, I can't help but shudder when I think of that existence. Although he has returned to normal in the past two years, the horrific legends and substantial destruction he left behind are enough to give people nightmares for a lifetime..."

Antoine calmed down, temporarily suppressed his doubts, and continued to assign tasks to his subordinates.

A few minutes later, he walked out of his office. After seeing the oncoming "Hunter" passing his colleagues in the corridor, he suddenly had an idea -

"After confirming the degree of danger, if it is much beyond my ability, I can report it directly to 'War Red'!"

"The legions will act together. In this way, I can not only get more information and some clue fees safely, but without taking risks."

…

"The main thing I want to protect is Klein Moretti, not the Source Castle. Besides, I can't protect that thing either."

"Don't say that Klein lost the Origin Castle. As long as he is still alive, he is under the protection of the God of War and is one of the red saints of war. Even if he loses his breath and turns into an undead creature, it is still war.

The red ghost!"

Medici immediately made his attitude clear.

Edward nodded without surprise: "I understand."

Seeing that there was no other reaction from him, the war angel began to figure out the purpose of the outer god's visit - did he really just come to see a show? - and after witnessing everything, Medici slowly removed the prayer screen and did not continue.

Take a look in that direction.

There is nothing to see anymore, his ending has been settled. If there are still people calling him by that honorable name, and there are still people writing letters in his tone, then this must be fraud and a mockery from Amon's true form.

Medici's clenched fists did not loosen for a long time. He seemed to be in a bad mood, or in fact, he was in a very bad mood, but it did not affect his ability to judge the current situation and organize his language. He cursed in his mouth.

After a few words, he ignored the devil standing not far away and began to sort out the documents on the table to make himself look like he had something to do.

Edward's eyes swept over the documents on the table and noticed the words "Witch Cult".

He probably guessed that Medici was preparing to take action against the witch sect, collect information, and find a way to snatch the extraordinary characteristics of a "conqueror" from the hands of the witches that Augustus, the former royal family of Loen, traded.

This sequence one is Medici's uniqueness in addition to "the conqueror characteristics belonging to the Feysac Einhorn royal family" and "the uniqueness of the red priest 0-01 placed in the underground sealing room of the Thunder Church on Pasu Island"

The only element of becoming a god that can be seen and touched.

If Medici wants to go further, he will definitely take action against it, provided that this characteristic has not been accommodated by the "Original Witch".

"The Red Priest's uniqueness seems to be contaminated by the City of Disaster. You will die once you deal with the remnants of the pollution. If you come into contact with the City of Disaster again, I'm afraid you will be controlled by the City of Disaster."

Edward kindly reminded:

"It's really interesting. Except for people like Klein and the True Creator, everyone else who wants to control the source of matter has to go through dangerous pollution. Only when you become a god are you initially qualified to contact the City of Disaster, but the uniqueness has been contaminated, and you can't

Become a god."

"You don't need to remind me, I have my own things to do."

Medici waved his hand, not looking at the dual path true god at all.

The sunshine in Trier was quite good today, but it was dazzling after being exposed to the sun for a long time. Medici felt a little irritated. He swept aside the information in his hand and asked the devil angrily:

"You can see the future, haven't you tried to change it?"

"——Ah, I'm not the type who likes to change the future."

Edward thought for a while and said in a nostalgic tone: "It seems that someone asked me this question a long time ago. In fact, fate is not a set process for me, but an interesting process full of possibilities.

Story, I am just reading your story, and sometimes I will guide the plot to the place that interests me, but I will not change it, your ending is still your own."

"I'm also surprised that he would help Klein, um, but it's not that surprising either."

"I guess his purpose in helping Klein was to 'prevent Amon's body from getting the Origin Castle'. He didn't want to become a part of the Lord of Mysteries. He wanted to keep himself fragile, so he took the initiative to take risks for this. In a sense.

To put it bluntly, his ideas are incredibly fragile."

Edward said slowly, and there was a white cloud in the sky in the distance moving equally slowly. He suddenly looked at Medici:

"Do you really want him back?"

Medici did not immediately respond to this statement.

Do you want to? Want that little clone who can make some lame jokes with you, write letters to yourself and the Lord, and tease Amon in a very childish tone compared to his real body? Do you want that little clone to come back? That kid

Although he has hundreds of years of experience, he has just taken steps on the road to explore the world. He has just learned what he likes and what he wants... Medici thought seriously for a while and felt that he probably thought,

Even if the person standing in front of him is not the devil, but someone else, he will feel that he really wants him to come back.

Medici knocked on the table slowly with his hand. At first, he was actually a little interested in asking the devil how to get him back, but after a few dozen seconds, he thought of the methods the other party might use.

——In short, it won’t be a very normal method.

Probably by taking out all the memories of this clone, and then using human body or other methods to shape a body, and then stuffing his memories into it, to create a synthesis that will be discussed in the Church of the Mother Goddess for several years.

Something that is inconsistent with human rights.

"Forget it, I'm not interested."

Medici was no longer interested. There was one more thing he was curious about, so he asked casually:

"Then does he have another future?"

When asked about this, Edward's expression suddenly became serious, and he said in a slow and confident tone:

"some."

"Since his end has been determined and his journey has been completed, I don't mind telling you the future I see."

Medici frowned, turned halfway towards Edward and sat upright. He folded his hands and raised his chin: "I would like to hear the details."

"In what I saw and what I expected, he would make the right choice to preserve himself at every point. For example, after meeting Klein for the first time, he chose to erase his memory and turn a blind eye.

When he was about to be discovered, he stood by and did not participate. In short, in the end, he will complete the promotion ceremony of the 'ancient scholar' as an individual as 'Amon' and become a 'miracle master'. After the end of the world, he will be killed by us.

With him, he leaves the earth and heads towards the stars to find the miracles and world he wants."

"It actually sounds quite romantic."

Medici twitched his lips. One of the details reminded him of Klein, then of Silver City, and finally of the True Creator: "I remember the promotion ceremony of ancient scholars to return a lost history to the current era.

, what did he do?”

"Let the history of the Amon family in the fourth era return to reality, and then he captured a group of clones to play the role of the Amon family with himself."

Edward shrugged, a little amused by this possible development:

"In order to create this consciousness, he specially captured many clones, obtained the extraordinary characteristics of the 'Puppet Master', and donated a lot of money to archaeological institutions and research institutes to promote the project... In short, he succeeded, after all, he is also

A natural part of a high-sequence mythical creature, as long as a ritual can be justified, he successfully became Him, exchanging death for the miracle of breaking away from the Amon group and gaining freedom."

It sounds like it's true, you seem to have seen it all with your own eyes... Medici was a little stunned when he heard that. In his mind, the boy took off Amon's only monocle, which was the only symbol of sex, and threw it away.

Those standard classical wizard robes look like wearing the clothes you like.

He will have his own honorable name, instead of just calling Amon and it will respond, he may also have his own name... He seems to like collecting sparkling things, and he will definitely prepare a lot for himself when the time comes.

The accessories will look like a shiny jewelry shelf, using prank-like miracles to tempt people around you to make wishes to it, making wishes come true in a way that makes people laugh or cry.

Then he shook his head and sneered, remembering that the protagonist of this story that had not happened was already dead.

A false miracle.

This magnificent future was stillborn, like his favorite monocle, shattered to pieces in the sun.

Edward asked: "Are you sorry for him?"

Medici snorted with his nose, and the smile disappeared:

"Yes, what do you think?"

"With your behavior, he should already be happy." Edward shrugged, "Because you are just mourning for him."

…

pain!
To be continued...