Traveling at the same time, creating the door of truth

"Is this where?"

Opening his eyes drowsily, Xio, who was still a little confused, sat blankly on the sofa, and then fell to the floor with a thud.

"woke up."

The voice seemed familiar.

When he saw the girl wearing a monocle in front of him, Xio suddenly woke up.

Amon!

"Where is this?"

"what you up to?"

"Where's Forsi?"

"Why am I here?"

Question after question, Xio kept asking Miss Amon in front of him like a machine gun shooter.

"Take your time and answer one by one." It was not Miss Amon who answered Xio's question.

Xio turned his head in the direction of the sound and saw Medea reaching out to support herself and leaning on the Black Iron Throne.

In front of her was a yellow-brown semi-suspended chessboard.

Sitting on the floor next to Medea was a girl with red eyes and white hair.

"who are you?"

"Media."

"...■■" The red-eyed girl turned her head and said something with her mouth open.

But Xio found that she couldn't hear "language" at all, as if she suddenly became a little deaf.

"Shub-Niggurath"

This passage is a Loen word, and Xiu rarely understands what it means.

However, she didn't know the specific occult meaning at all, but it was precisely because she didn't know that she was not affected by the corresponding pollution.

Well, there are also some parts, such as changing from the original flat plate with some undulations to the appearance of secondary development.

Shabu, the girl with red eyes and white hair, nodded, and then opened her mouth to Xiu.

"Okay, she is not capable of understanding your language." Medea reached out and rubbed her white hair, then nodded to Amon.

Fortunately, there is a strong enough Amon here to help Xio steal the influence of the occult, otherwise she would have been transformed into a mosaic of meat.

"Where is this?"

"A safe house, a rest stop, the small house of the wise commander, or a church that has not been blasted by heroic spirits, you can call it whatever you want."

Medea said casually, her attention focused on the chessboard in front of her.

From Xio's point of view, this is just an art painting composed of different paints, full of Van Gogh's abstract style.

But in the eyes of Medea and others, this chessboard reveals from an angle the collision of extraordinary forces in Tingen City and the actions of the owner of the stigmata.

"How should I leave?"

"You want to go find Forsi." Amon walked around Xiu and asked with a puzzled look, "Why?"

"You know that going to look for Forsi is asking for death. You are afraid, shrink back, understand, understand... why do you still choose to go to find her?"

Amon, who was born as a divine creature, didn't know what Xio's motives were, and he, who was the only one who became a spirit, couldn't understand it.

Just like Amon is searching for the Fool, or searching for the Source Castle, the reason is because he knows the future and wants to survive, so he chooses to become the Lord of Mysteries.

If he can survive becoming the Lord of Mysteries, Amon will move towards this goal.

As for the process? How many people died? Are the means just? Do you still regret it? There are also various moral issues and legal issues between human beings... These things do not exist for Amon.

He has his own set of unique and inhuman ideas.

If his ideas conflict with others, Amon will crush the conflicter without hesitation.

Amon put himself in his shoes and thought about it. If he were Xiu, he could only choose to leave and stay away from Forsi... No matter from any point of view, this is the most rational choice.

"You want to look for the truth, then you shouldn't look for..."

"Shut up!" Xio clenched her fingers and looked at Amon with red eyes.

"She is my relative! My last relative!"

"You are not related by blood, but the time you spent together..."

"It does not matter!"

"..." Amon tilted his head, then turned to look at Medea.

"Teacher, is this...what you call human nature?"

"Yes and no.

The answer is up to you. I see the world differently and have different ideas from you. "

"I see, I understand. It's such a wonderful experience." Amon stretched out his hand to push his single eye, and answered her question without joy or sorrow.

"Forsi has become the owner of the Stigma and is participating in the Stigma War in Tingen City... Your best choice is to leave Tingen City, or stay here and wait for the Stigma War to end."

The speech was not fast, just like listening to a book with a mechanical voice, without any emotional fluctuations.

"I want to help her, Forsi!" Thinking of her shouldering the responsibility alone, Xio's heart hurt as if it was being strangled by a knife.

She turned to look at Medea.

Amon calls her teacher...!

"Can you let me help her? I am willing to give everything, as long as it allows me... please, I am willing to give everything!"

"I am only the organizer. Due to internal discussions among investors... the seven stigma holders have been determined." Mitya waved his hand and said.

Xio's eyes instantly turned gray.

But at this time, Amon spoke.

"I can give you a chance."

"Chance?!!"

Looking at the pleading eyes, Amon reached out to take off his glasses and handed them to Xio.

"The Thief's Path to Demigod Sealed Artifacts allows you to achieve the power of a Demigod, as well as the supporting mystical knowledge."

"Thanks."

Xio adjusted his glasses vigorously, as if they were his own life.

"You should hate me, because I just want to know how far you and Forsi can go for human feelings." Amon rationally explained to Xiu.

All this is new to Amon, and the process is full of uncertainty.

Amon couldn't predict what level these seven stigma holders would go to, Klein and Melissa, Lanruth and Ince Zangwill, Forsi and Amon, and...

Curiosity, doubt, excitement... Amon didn't know what it was.

He really wanted to see the glory of human nature, and use his own empty and heartless emptiness to ponder the question of what human nature is.

Watching Xio push the door and leave, Mitya turned to look at Sabu.

"What did you give her?"

Shub did not speak, but directly transmitted the corresponding meaning to Media.

"■■(Chinese garbled code)...Forget it, one by one, it's really messy." Rubbing her eyes, Mitya didn't know whether to be happy about the success of this experiment, or because of the complicated variables and conflicts. And feel tricky.

"Amon, how was your recent homework?"

"...Hey!"

Amon stuck out his tongue and showed cuteness to Medea.

It's hard to believe that this thing can represent such a face.

If Pales saw her, she would probably have the same expressions as subway, old man, and mobile phone.

Patting her forehead, Medea pinched her fingers.

"You learned from Adam."

"Maybe, well, in the teacher's words, this is the similarity between blood relatives."

"...Call Adam, get ready for class this afternoon."

"Oh, by the way, teacher, don't you care about my interference?"

"Who cares what you want to do? All I need is the results in Tingen City, how the process was, whatever you want to do."