Lord of the Mysteries v5c58

Chapter 58, Movement 3
The grey mouse... Klein's eyelids jumped slightly and without hesitation turned back to the semi-open room. He left all the way to the master bedroom and entered the bathroom.
Throughout the process, he was not slow, as if repeated daily events occurred many times.
As soon as he locked the door of the bathroom, Klein took four steps backwards and sat on the high-backed chair belonging to the "fool" through the fog of howling and roaring.
Before that, he had Nyuni, a valet who stood in the corridor, pray in a low voice to the sea god Cavitova.
With the help of the corresponding spot of light, Klein waved and photographed the "sea god's scepter" to extend his horizon, locking in the carriage heading for the House of Parliamentarians in Macht, 39 Berkeland Street.
This time, leaning against the glass window, it was no longer a grey mouse, but a young man in a silk hat and a black windbreaker.
He has black hair, black eyes, thin face, broad forehead, wearing a single Crystal-carved glasses, with a seemingly absent smile, like a "blasphemer", "angel of time", the son of the creator, Amon!
Although Klein had been psychologically prepared for it, his spirit became tense and he felt cold all over his body.
Amund Mingming appeared in the original way, but stole the rat demigod fate of him, in everyone's eyes, is a grey mouse, no one doubts.
This is similar to some of Adam's abilities as his brother, the Utopian Angel. The more people think about it, the more terrible it is, but the essence is quite different!
If it weren't for the fog, if it hadn't been for a better grasp of it, I wouldn't have found it... Klein was half glad and half shocked to expand his horizon and find Amon's identities.
Compared with the fate of the grafting, "parasitic" traces are relatively more distinct.
But Klein found nothing this time.
No matter the other passengers in the car, the horses in the carriage or the trees and air around them, they are not "parasitic"!
That's different from what Leonard's grandfather said... Shouldn't the appearance of one Amon be accompanied by more than one Amon? Knowing that he had been discovered by the "Sophists" of the Night Church, and suspecting that Berkeland Street was under surveillance, he sent only one person to investigate the situation. Klein frowned speculatively and was somewhat uncertain about what to do with this development.
Of course, he remembered that Paris Soloyard had said that if he could solve the problem of Amund's identity, he could wipe out all Amunds in Beckland. Now, there is only one Amund in Berkeland Street, which is a good opportunity to start!
First listen to the professional's opinion... Klein, at the bottom of the bronze table, showed the figure of the "world" German Sparrow, making him pray respectfully and piously:
"Mr. Great Fool, please tell Leonard Mitchell that Amon appeared at 39 Berkeland Street, but only one..."
While German Sparrow prayed, Klein did not give up monitoring the carriage. He saw a light-skirted Hairouer come down and enter his own hall.
Amon, wearing single glasses and a black windbreaker, followed her calmly without any cover, but the servants and maids were unaware, as if there were only air or some less conspicuous creature behind Miss Hairouer's side.
Occasionally, a maid looked at the ground and was shocked. She was about to scream, but when her mouth opened, she forgot what she was going to do.
Walking through the hall and up the stairs, Amon pinched the single crystal glasses and inserted his hands into his pocket.
A chain of transparent insects emerged from Him, swam in all directions, and disappeared.
The scalp of Klein, who was in charge of the "sceptre of the sea god", was tingling, reminding him of Pales Soloaster's description of Amon's "parasitic" ability:
Plague infection!
...
Hairouer is in a very good mood recently, because her teacher is not really mad, everything before is just a test, and she passed the test.
This gave her a lot of common sense about the extraordinary world, understanding the essence of magic potion, mastering the way of digestion, and the opportunity to promote the "decryption scholar".
Now she is an extraordinary person in Sequence 7!
The original world has such a wonderful side... I don't know when I can become a demigod and a demigod, and really break away from the level of ordinary people... Hairouer looked at the wall clock hanging on his eyewall, touched his depressed stomach, and decided to let his mother advance the afternoon tea. There were no guests anyway.
—— She went out to dinner at noon on the pretext of taking the teacher back and looking for a chance to play. She didn't actually eat anything.
She looked at the teacher on the fur cushion on the sofa and saw the grey mouse raising its forepaw and pressing its right eye socket.
"Do you need any food?" Hairouer asked respectfully.
The mouse put down its forepaws and answered slowly:
"No."
"All right, teacher." Hairouer turned around, took several steps, and opened the bedroom door.
Over the corridor, her maid stood there, looking at the balcony at the end of the corridor as if enjoying the afternoon sky.
Hairouer wrinkled his eyebrows invisibly.
"You stay here and don't let anyone in to clean up."
The Valet glanced at her and said with a smile:
"Yes, miss."
Hairouer left the bedroom and went down to the living room on the second floor to find his mother, Mrs. Liana.
The woman with dark green hair is taking a pair of Jeweled glasses with gold chains from her maid, closer to ornaments than eye correctors.
"Don't you dislike it?" Heliot asked doubtfully.
Mrs. Lina's mouth turned up a little.
"I like it now."
As she spoke, she opened the glasses and put them on the bridge of her nose.
Hairouer was waiting for a few comments when he heard a sound of footsteps approaching.
She turned around and found that her father, Senator Macht, had gone home early.
"Dad, didn't you say you were going to the Veterans Club?" Hairouer asked casually.
"Nobody's here today." Senator Macht raised his right hand and pinched the upper and lower eye sockets.
Hairouer nodded indifferently.
"Just right, we haven't had afternoon tea together for a long time."
"Yes." Senator Macht and Mrs. Lina also smiled, with a seemingly absent smile on their lips.
...
Leonard, who had just returned from St. Hillland Square at 7 Pinster Street, threw himself on the sofa and put his feet on the tea table.
The fact that there was no "notification" so far convinced him that the disciplinary action had been successfully completed and that he could look forward to the spoils of war.
"Old man, didn't you say that the blood Viscount had many magical things on him? Can you specify what they are? Leonard asked curiously, pressing his voice.
In his mind, Paris Soroyaste "hummed":
"That level of stuff is not worth wasting my energy to observe carefully."
Leonard was waiting to be questioned. Suddenly a flower appeared. He saw the endless grey mist and the vague figure of German Sparrow. He heard the corresponding prayers.
"... Amon appeared at 39 Berkeland Street, but there was only one..."
Amon appeared? So fast? Leonard, who had already relaxed, suddenly retracted his legs and sat up straight with brush. His spirit was tenser than that of the previous disciplinary action.
He quickly relayed Klein's words to Paris Soroyaste and then asked:
"... What are you going to do now, old man? Start action? But there's only one Amund!"
Paris Soroyaste was silent for two seconds.
"Amon has only one identity, which shows that he has other plans, but this is not important.
"There's a Quaternary proverb that arrows can't be retrieved. Now that they start, they can't retreat. If they drag on, Amen will try to influence people in the whole block. By then, he will be able to discover the anomaly of Dawn Downes."
...
Klein returned to the real world and walked out of the bathroom.
He was prepared to wear a wriggling hunger on his left hand and a medal carved from a black gem on his right.
Then he manipulated the secret puppet of winner Nyuni to snap his fingers, jump in flames, and enter the residence of Senator Macht, 39 Berklund Street, in the form of German Sparrow.
"Spiritual Line" instantly conveyed Klein's idea, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea without any response.
He suddenly lost his feeling for his secret spouse!
This... Klein's eyelids leaped and the door of the master bedroom creaked open.
The winner, Nyuni, opened the door.
The Runner-Byron youth pushed open the door and stepped in, out of Klein's control.
He took out a single crystal glasses from his pocket, wiped the surface with his sleeve, and slowly clamped it into his right eye socket.
Then he looked at Dawn Downtais, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.
"Find you."
The atmosphere in the bedroom suddenly solidified, and the winner, Nyuni, who pinched a single glasses, said to himself:
"There are so many abnormalities in Flora Jacob's fate, the main one coming from this street. It makes me feel very interesting. It took me so long to identify and find the source that you waited for so many days.
"I am not a stranger to that mirror, but a man who can drive it to be so pleasant. I have never seen it before. It is really an interesting thing. Perhaps I should steal your destiny and see what it is for. Ah, yeah, you don't know its origin, it's not simple at all...