Chapter 218 Their Respective Experiences

464

The Kingdom of Loen, the capital of East Chester County, Storne City.

Sunny Sunday afternoon.

Audrey, who left the manor and returned to the castle, finished entertaining the noble children here and sent a servant to withdraw a sum of cash from Bavart Bank.

At this point, she no longer has anything to worry about. She can easily repay the 2,000 pounds she owes Mr. Fool’s favored person and pay Mr. World the 1,800 pounds due to his “psychiatrist” trait.

A quarter of an hour later, Audrey opened the bedroom door, glanced at Anne, the personal maid who was supervising the servants' work not far away, and looked down at the big golden retriever dog squatting by the wall. She smiled, lowered her voice, and her eyes sparkled. said:

"Susie, you will have a gift later, are you looking forward to it?"

She had asked Susie before and knew that she had completely digested the potion on Wednesday this week.

If it were the previous Audrey, she would definitely say "Susie, your gift has arrived", so that the golden retriever would find out that she could get real items in the room, which would easily make her study hard these days. Susie, who has basic knowledge of occult science, guessed in the direction of ritual magic.

If you change the story, the story will turn out to be that Audrey received a mysterious letter/message in the bedroom, confirming that the gift is about to be delivered. There are too many possibilities.

Susie read Audrey's heartfelt joy and sincere attitude, and subconsciously opened her mouth, vibrated the air, made a sound, and asked what the gift was, but she keenly noticed that Audrey's personal maid Anne was approaching. After coming over, he cautiously gave up his original idea.

She returned to the state of an ordinary dog, wagging her tail slowly to express her joyful and expectant mood.

After deliberately looking for an excuse to walk around outside, Audrey entered the "chemistry laboratory" specially designated for herself and placed the characteristics and auxiliary materials of the "psychiatrist" one by one on the long table.

"Susie, do you remember the process of mixing potion last time?" She cleared her throat, straightened her back, and played the role of teacher with great interest.

"Wow, remember!" Susie already understood what her gift was, and she was very happy for a moment, and said "Wow".

Audrey said smoothly:

"You try to mix it yourself."

Susie looked down at her paws and suddenly fell silent.

Audrey was startled at first, and then fell silent for a short time.

After a few seconds, before the big golden retriever opened his mouth, she pursed her lips and smiled as usual: "Okay, Susie, you don't have to speak, I know what you want to say, you want to express that you are just a dog, you can't Mixing potions, right?”

So embarrassing, so embarrassing... At the same time, Audrey, who looked elegant and dignified in appearance, covered her face in her heart.

"Woof!" Susie nodded vigorously.

Audrey seized the opportunity, turned around, and quickly prepared the "psychiatrist" potion.

465

Stone, North Urban Area.

Amon, wearing the uniform of a municipal library employee, stood on the top floor of the library, which was closed on weekends, and adjusted the monocle in his right eye.

Today, he deliberately removed all the "Bu-Amon" decorations and extraneous items from his body. He only wore simple employee uniforms, a white shirt, a pair of black trousers, and a blue and white tie. Strive to completely fit "Librarian Amon"'s impression of himself in order to deceive the other party and confuse self-perception.

Because he had taken away the other's identity, there was a connection between them that only the other could vaguely feel.

Amon felt that "it" would be dying today.

"If he was not a Sequence 3, but a Sequence 4, I would have dealt with him long ago."

"But Amon doesn't have many battles with the same level or higher in his memory... It seems I need to explore on my own."

One Amon deceived another Amon and took away the other's identity. This was unprecedented in Amon's history, and Amon naturally could not find any reference memory.

Maybe this is why neither Medici nor the Outer God intends to help him? They all want to see how they can solve this problem?

Amon frowned. In addition to the expected tension and uneasiness, there is also a strange sense of excitement.

He had an indescribable feeling, as if the two of them were waiting for a result to verify whether he was a better Amon now, and the current emergency was the best way to assess it.

——Can you fool yourself?

——If he succeeds, he will be an Amon who goes against common sense, the "error" among errors!

The northern urban area of ​​Storn belongs to the diocese of the Church of Storms. There is a church, a strong team of "Punishers" and a demigod bishop. After Amon's confirmation, this bishop was a Sequence 4, who was transferred from Backlund several years ago, and was already tending to retire in East Chester County. Amon had no impression of him - his name was Lulmi, and he was actually a Storm Bishop known for his wisdom.

He is one rank lower than himself and can pose a certain threat, but as long as he is used properly, he should be able to help himself.

It takes good planning.

Amon looked up at the weather. It was now three o'clock in the afternoon when the sun was warm and bright. It was still some time before dark. There were no signs of dark clouds gathering around. Lurmi probably hadn't noticed any unusual events in his jurisdiction.

Amon lowered his head again and looked at the city below.

It's the weekend and the weather is nice, but there aren't many people on the streets, which is unusual.

He clearly saw that there were many figures in the crowd walking back and forth who were somewhat abnormal.

A man wearing formal clothes and looking like a government employee was walking on the street, but he was carrying a basket of clothes in his hand in an extremely uncoordinated manner, and his walking posture was also a bit awkward. From time to time, the man would go to the door of some nearby residents to collect clothes, as if he were a woman who starved clothes for a living.

A middle-aged and elderly woman in simple clothes was sitting in a coffee shop, squinting her eyes and looking at a pile of information carefully, and writing and drawing on it from time to time. She had a cup of coffee in her hand, just like a ubiquitous reading student. student.

They walked and lived normally and no one noticed anything wrong.

Occasionally, there are a few whose identities and appearances match, but it is impossible to confirm whether they really match.

"Yesterday that 'colleague' came to me and mentioned that the Hall family temporarily recruited people from the library. Is this a hint or a normal coincidence?"

Amon thought independently, but he couldn't make up his mind, so he had to take out a coin and throw it up.

Catch it, wrong side up.

Amon nodded slightly: "It must be a coincidence. Although it knows my location, it certainly doesn't dare to directly give me the address to duel with me. It is normal development to choose to hide and take a roundabout way... That's not right. How do I know if it deliberately gives me the address?" I gave you a hint and asked me to go to Hall Castle to waste a week. Where is it waiting for an opportunity to escape?"

He tried hard to make a guess, but Amonte's fear of death still made him a little undecided.

Divination? But not everyone has the powerful divination blessings like Origin Castle. God knows how many influences they will receive during the divination process. If it is correct three or four times out of the last ten times, it will be considered a success.

The thief is not good at divination, not to mention that the target of divination is his current self. How can this be accurate?

Amon...what would other Amon do? Unless absolutely necessary, Amon will generally not put himself in a "stalemate" situation. If he finds that there is no advantage, he will retreat. There are no words like "gamble" and "fight" in Amon's dictionary.

Only physiological wisdom can protect oneself.

Amon pondered, and slowly sat on the raised platform on the edge of the roof, with his two feet hanging in the air.

"Actually, I don't have to fight it head-on. It would be better if the church discovered and dealt with it. Isn't that what I've been looking forward to all along?"

"But it doesn't seem to work now. The Outer God is waiting to see my solution. This is a 'trial'..."

At this moment, Amon's eyes suddenly shrank, and he saw a person below suddenly raised his head and gave him a cold smile.

Blonde hair, wearing a mask and glasses... he was dressed like the thief who broke into a house before!

It leads me down!

To go down or not to go down, that is the question. Amon will always avoid facing these choices, because they can only face victory, and no matter what, it will be a tie, but not failure or even death.

"Go down."

Amon stood up, turned back to the stairs, and walked down the stairs from the municipal library.

When he arrived outside the door at the bottom of the building, he cautiously poked his head out from behind the corner. There was no one where the thief was standing just now. He flashed behind the bookshelf and looked around cautiously again. After confirming that there was no one around, he He walked out boldly.

The street outside was also very quiet, and there was no messy sound.

The only thing wrong is that it's too quiet here. The northern urban area is where boarding schools, libraries, and parks are located. Every weekend, students come out for walks or buy daily necessities. The flow of people should be very large, but now Except for a few people with unusual identities, there were no students on the road.

Are they all dead?

It shouldn't be. Even if it steals lives, it doesn't need to steal so many lives. One person's life is enough... And it is now equivalent to an extraordinary item. How can it need lives?

After bypassing the confused pedestrians, the figure of the thief suddenly appeared in the corner of Amon's eye.

The other person was standing on the second floor of an apartment building, looking down at him from behind the glass window.

This was a clear temptation, but the only thing he didn't understand was why it wanted to lure him there. Could it have found a way to take back its identity? Are you confident to deal with him?

impossible!

Unless you open the door, there is Lurmi standing in the room...

Amon hesitated for a moment, but chose to approach the apartment building.

But he did not choose to walk in directly. Instead, he climbed up to the roof of the building next door along the side path in a blind spot. He saw the thief still standing by the window with his back to him. Amon frowned, feeling that something was wrong. .

"I'm afraid this is a fraud."

"I can feel that the extraordinary ability has been suppressed, and now that I have its identity, defrauding it is equivalent to defrauding myself."

The doors and windows of this room were closed, and there was no one else in the room except the thief.

"Maybe the house is filled with gas and it will explode as soon as I push the door open. The explosion will spread to many surrounding residential houses, which will attract the police or the church. This is its purpose."

He looked at the white spire of the Tide Church a few hundred meters away and hesitated again.

This time's hesitation made him a little annoyed, because he felt that the other party seemed to be convinced of the vacillating character of the Amon group, and would not take the initiative to move forward even if the clues appeared in front of him, which wasted a lot of time.

This can’t happen anymore.

Amon decided to go around from the other direction and take a look.

He approached the window from the roof and came to the side of the thief.

moment.

Amon reached the roof of another building, but as soon as he approached, the direct sunlight was blocked, and the house in front of him suddenly became gloomy and dim, giving off an uneasy atmosphere.

There was no warning from spiritual perception, and he didn't pay attention at first.

But when he walked towards the counter, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

At this moment, he suddenly felt some reaction in his spiritual perception, and a strange feeling emerged in his heart——

At least five minutes had passed since he discovered the thief.

But the thief's stance... didn't seem to have changed at all.

The closed windows blocked out the unpleasant smell. Amon hid behind the wall, took out a mirror, observed the thief's face in the reflection of the mirror, and turned on his spiritual vision.

In the spiritual vision, there was no spiritual brilliance in that house, and the furniture and people by the windows were of lifeless colors.

There were strange marks on the side of the thief's face, and he stood stiff and motionless. Only then did he realize that the person standing by the window was no longer a person, but a corpse.

This person was still alive just now, but now it looks like he has been dead for several days. Could it be that it deceived the thief while he was still alive that he was a corpse that had been dead for several days?

"He was changed into the identity of a dead person, so he also became a dead person?"

"The real thing has already run away. I should have just chased after it."

Amon was a little annoyed.

At this moment, the hand of the thief's corpse suddenly twitched strangely. The doors and windows were closed tightly. It was impossible for the wind to blow his sleeves.

"Crack"

A match burned in the corpse's hand, and a huge explosion occurred in the house.

The explosion blew off the roof, making passers-by scream in fear, and also blew the body beyond recognition. The limbs and internal organs were scattered everywhere, and a strong smell and the smell of gas erupted together.

Amon deceived the space and distance repeatedly and ran hundreds of meters away in an instant, preparing to look for other clues.

But just when he was about to move forward, the number of people with confused identities around him unknowingly increased. The students who had disappeared before seemed to come out from every corner, wandering around him in disorder, and everyone in the past. Shopping as leisurely as a weekend, filling up the entire street in front of Amon.

Amon looked around and immediately chose the dozens of people he saw in front of him. However, these dozens of people were a drop in the bucket for the residents of the entire northern urban area. He was still squeezed in by countless people, even if he continued to Expanding the scope of parasitism will not help either.

Of course, he could parasitize the entire city and turn all the residents of Ston into himself. However, this would not allow him to capture it. Instead, it would lead to the pursuit of the three churches and give up this identity.

Then all his efforts would be in vain.

There were many cleaners, clerks, and students standing there in front, lined up on three or four floors, like a human wall, completely blocking his way.

"Is it blocking me? It's actually in front, but it's some distance from here."

A place name suddenly flashed in Amon's mind:

"It really hid in the Hall family's castle? So last night was not a coincidence, but a smoke bomb was deliberately set off to make me think it was lying to me?"

But at this time, the number of people around him continued to increase, and everyone in the surrounding residences seemed to have come out, crowding the street tightly, blocking him from walking in all directions.

"What if this is another fraud? I get to Hall Castle and it's not there?"

"And is it too late for me to go now? What does it want to do?"

Amon was completely undecided.

…

On a warm sunny afternoon, Audrey was sitting in her bedroom, painting in a relaxed mood.

Although the castle has been renovated, this ancient building is not suitable for too many modifications. Gas pipes and new equipment will destroy the original interior decoration. Therefore, in the castle, candles need to be lit after dark.

Although life in the family castle is not as comfortable as Backlund, the environment in the suburbs of East Chester County is far better than that in Backlund city. Audrey also had the opportunity to ride a horse for the first time in a long time, and Backlund did not exist at all. The warm sunshine and fresh air.

Overall, life in the next few months is worth enjoying slowly.

The big golden retriever dog was lying on a brand new cushion next to it, with a pair of decorative gold-rimmed glasses hanging around its neck.

It tilted its head and watched Audrey smear on the drawing board, reading the owner's mood from these overlapping colors.

At this time, a "knock-knock" sound came from the direction of the bedroom door. The maid knocked on the door, then pushed it open and bowed to Audrey:

"Miss, your afternoon tea is ready."

Audrey turned her head and said with a smile: "Okay, please put it on the balcony for me. I want to drink tea there."

"OK."

After the maid left, Audrey began to pack away the paints and canvases, and changed her burqa.

Tilting her head casually, Audrey saw Susie tilting her head and looking at her, as if she had something to say.

"Susie, what's wrong with you?" Audrey also felt a little strange and asked in a low voice, "You have your favorite snacks for afternoon tea, and you are always the most positive."

The big golden retriever stood up, walked around Audrey twice, then walked to the door and smelled where the maid was just now.

Susie ran over, raised her head, and asked doubtfully:

"Maid, it should be a female, right?"

Audrey nodded: "Of course."

"The maid just now... is a bit strange..." Susie said, "She is over 1.7 meters tall, wearing a men's windbreaker, and there are leather shoe footprints at the door. Why do we all think she is a maid?"

Audrey's face changed slightly, and she quickly lifted up her skirt and approached the door.

A striking gray footprint was left behind the door and extended into the distance.

"She...she is obviously the maid, the snack maid of the Hall family. I still remember her name, her name is Tina."

Audrey looked at the footprints and her expression changed a bit. She tried her best to recall the scene just now - Tina came to invite her to have afternoon tea. This is a very normal situation and happens every afternoon! There was nothing strange just now!

What's going on with these footprints? A man?

A man becomes what they think of as a "maid"?

Audrey and Susie looked at each other.

"I still think it was normal, but how could Tina appear in the castle wearing men's clothes and leather shoes?"

Susie nodded: "Woof."

"The castle has been affected by an unknown extraordinary force!" Audrey immediately noticed, "I have to tell my parents quickly."

The Hall family is protected by Beyonders, so the Earl and Countess should be relatively safe.

Audrey hurried to her parents' study, adjusted her smile and demeanor, and after knocking on the door, she saw her father sitting next to the bookshelf filled with sunlight, while her mother played the piano elegantly.

Audrey breathed a sigh of relief, walked up with a smile on her face, hugged the Countess' arm and said:

"Can I invite this beautiful lady to my afternoon tea?"

The beautiful Mrs. Caitlin pursed her lips and smiled, gently stroking Audrey's hair with her hands:

"Sorry, dear angel, I have to wait here until your father finishes reading this. You know, once he starts working, he can't stop."

"Well, Mom, I hope I can have this opportunity tomorrow."

Audrey showed a somewhat disappointed expression, quickly glanced at Mrs. Caitlin's clothes, and then exited the study.

Susie was waiting for her outside the door.

They walked around a corner as if nothing had happened, and Audrey breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile:

"My parents are fine, nothing happened."

"Mom's hair just falls to her shoulders..."

Audrey's expression suddenly changed.

"Mom...why do you have short hair?"

She quickly looked at Susie, who had not seen Mrs. Caitlin just now: "Susie, do you still remember what your mother looks like?"

Susie immediately comforted her: "Audrey, calm down, I remember your mother had blond hair and blue eyes, and her hair was longer than the shoulder blades."

"But now, I think mom has short brown shoulder-length hair."

Audrey slowly grasped the corners of her clothes and said in a somewhat anxious tone, "Susie, am I still me?"

TBC

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The "cheating" performance of the original Thief's Path is very disappointing.

What does Antigonus's suicide have to do with me, Klein? What does your deception of Klein have to do with Antigonus and me?