【Lunk】Amber

【伦克】Amber

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Many, many years after that doomsday, the Lord of Mysteries, Klein, suddenly returned one day to the time he had almost forgotten, when everything began.

The Lord of Mysteries, who has little humanity, has no desire to fight for a second round, until the slacking Klein is rescued from danger by a large group of Fulgen Hounds, and he sees a demon wolf trying hard to blend in among the dogs.

Instructions for use: 1. Lunk only, an old couple returns to the second week's story together.

2. This is a funny story full of OOC and blind eating of fish. Most of the characters' humanity has been UP, otherwise it will be less fun. For this reason, the crow will eat your brains (whisper). Some of the plots are private, and I haven't read the Suhuan.

3. In essence, the forum style has not written enough about pure love, so I write about strong and handsome

0.

Six millennium after the apocalypse, Klein returned to the familiar Tingen.

He was reborn. This was the only thing that was so real—as real as the red moon hanging in the sky and the authority of the Lord of Mysteries in his hands.

The Lord of Mystery, who had to work hard to retract his tentacles and squeeze into the fragile body of college student Klein, had only a superficial confusion.

——How come it's my turn to be reborn?

1.

Zhou Mingrui, who was still in the 21st century, had certainly read many rebirth stories.

The protagonists of rebirth stories have either experienced great injustice, or have deep hatred, or simply died together with someone who was written as an enemy but read as a lover - in short, their rebirth is to make up for some kind of shortcoming.

But none of these reasons apply to Klein: no one can wrong the Lord of Mysteries, who is one of the ten true gods; the beings he hates have returned to dust thousands of years ago; and the world he wants to protect has peacefully transitioned to the sixth millennium before Klein was reborn, and human civilization has long expanded to the starry sea; the only person who can be called his mortal enemy, the Celestial Sovereign, disappeared long ago and they did not have an ambiguous relationship...

Klein really couldn't find a reason why he deserved this honor, let alone an existence that could reset the entire world and the ten righteous gods.

——There are no free miracles in the world, especially no free miracles that can reset the entire world.

This is the only thing that the King of Time and Space knows better than anyone else.

But what does this have to do with me? From the moment he returned to this time and space, like a person who had lost the string of a kite, without the pull of the string, Klein's thin humanity gradually lost its traction, and the Lord of Mysteries slowly yawned.

He became skilled at falling asleep.

2.

Now that things have come to this, let's go to sleep.

Following His will, gray mist descended, surrounded by hidden authority. The sleepy Lord of Mysteries was wearing a translucent dark cloak. Klein Moretti's body, which had just died and revived, was still stained with blood. He was hung under the cloak like a puppet, and with the Lord of Mysteries' false breathing, he showed a sleeping posture.

The reborn person who returned to the old times fell asleep in a pool of blood under the scarlet moonlight.

The gun and the notebook with creepy words on it were lying on the table. The ink bottle was caught by the tentacles that stretched out randomly and sucked a sip, then thrown away in disgust, and shattered on the floor in the corner.

3.

As the story begins, there are still fifteen minutes left before Tingen's Nighthawks team arrives to visit.

But considering that the one sleeping here is an old pillar, an old pillar who has skillfully created a simple 'nest' for himself by creating grey fog and secrecy, they may never come here in their lifetime.

The cats and bugs that followed the main body back to the old times held a brief meeting that the main body didn't know about. After confirming that there was no Church of Fools to manage for the time being, the cats and bugs cheered. They merged into the main body one by one and closed their eyes with a sense of satisfaction as if they had avenged themselves.

Every second that is not on duty seems so precious.

4.

The Lord of Mysteries was slacking off to seek revenge, and Dunn walked for a long time on this road that would never end, revealing a look of doubt. This doubt reached its peak when they soon discovered that the road back to the Blackthorn Security Company was unobstructed and there was nothing unusual on the way to the cathedral. After a brief discussion, the night watchmen and the bishop held a small meeting.

"Where's Leonard?"

At the beginning of the meeting, Cohen Li, who was temporarily working tonight to accompany Dunn to visit people related to the case, asked.

"Isn't he here yet?"

"He asked for leave an hour ago because he had something to do at home and had to go back to deal with it. I will notify him later."

Dunn answered, and at this point, he paused. Old Neil asked casually.

"What could have happened at Leonard's house? He's the only one at home. Did he forget to turn off the faucet at home?"

The Nighthawks looked at each other, not knowing what to do. Without time to discuss their teammates' abnormality, the Sanctuary and the Nighthawks came to the same conclusion.

Now that things have come to this, let's pray to the goddess first.

So, in accordance with the prayers and her previous concerns, the Goddess of Night, who blindly ate the fish after being thrown a bullet, did not wait for the second bullet or the ascension of the Heavenly Lord to cast her eyes from afar.

——So weird, what the hell is this? This mysteriousness doesn't seem like the style of Tianzun.

Under His gaze, the gate of Sefirah Castle quietly opened in the thickest part of the gray fog, and a large group of Fulgrim's dogs poured out of the gate of Sefirah Castle, picked up the curtain-like cloak, and skillfully "packed" the huge Lord of Mysteries, and quickly dragged it back to Sefirah Castle - they even left a few unfamiliar dogs to clean up the house.

Wait, why is there something that doesn't look like Fulgrim's dog mixed in with the pack of dogs...

The Goddess of Night blinked, but instead of looking away politely, she concealed her gaze.

——How strange! Let me take another look.

5.

Leonard is running wildly.

Klein, as the Lord of Mysteries, only needed to take a nap after his rebirth in the first round. Anyway, no true god was in a hurry to crash into the old days and seek death. Leonard, as the Knight of Disaster of the Night Sequence, had a lot to consider - how to explain to the goddess that there was suddenly an angel following the mystery under her seat; how to put his family into a power-saving state before causing bigger problems and wait for Leonard to bring his lover back to Sefirah Castle; how to use the secret authority to prevent the unlucky people related to the three families who suddenly lost their uniqueness from rushing up and crashing into the pillars, causing Klein to react to the stress and break through the barrier in an unconscious state...

Since this was not the first time he had done this, Leonard quickly completed the initial plan - the next step was to start praying to the goddess, but before praying, Leonard encountered a small accident.

Klein's tentacles wrapped around his calves. After he tried to comfort them several times, they not only did not retreat, but they even went further and pulled him towards his main body.

The former did not use the might of the Lord of Mysteries, and the latter did not use the brute force of the three families of the Black Death War. After shedding the shell of the mythical creature, this was just a small attachment between lovers.

Following the tentacles, the Knight of Disaster approached the figure at the end of the long table. The gray fog retreated in front of him and closed behind him. Without any hindrance, he approached the false face of the Lord of Mysteries. The wound on the temple of the future little fortune teller had not yet healed, and his amber eyes had lost focus and were quietly open in a blank state.

He lowered his head, leaned down, and licked his lover's amber eyes.

Sweet.

The demon wolf smiled.

Klein is sweet.

6.

Klein woke up to the smell of sweet iced tea.

When he woke up, he saw the familiar Sefirah Castle and the more familiar bronze table. His humanity had been replenished in a timely manner during his sleep. Klein blinked and subconsciously searched around Sefirah Castle, only to see the pack of dogs that had already entered the castle.

In response to the gaze of the master of Sefirah Castle, the dogs of Fulgrim quickly freed themselves from the task of setting up Sefirah Castle and gathered under Klein's seat.

Did I assign tasks to each dog so skillfully after I fell asleep? Zhou Mingrui, as a worker in the old world, felt a little uneasy about his Schrodinger's conscience. Since the cats and bugs all denied their capitalist behavior, Klein's sadness soon disappeared in front of the dogs' friendly (?) red eyes and tails that were about to shake like flowers.

He changed his posture and leaned on the throne at the end of the stairs, which was filled with pillows and looked like a huge bed in some Arab country. The tentacles, cats and worms flowed down the stairs and were raised to a suitable height.

The next moment, the dog, who was well versed in human psychology, skillfully put his head under the end of the tentacle and rubbed it. The tentacle followed the dog's wishes and began to RUA the dog's head.

...it still feels as good as I remember.

The already huge mouth of the Fulgrim's dog opened completely, revealing a row of white teeth, and it purred with satisfaction. The front row was being rubbed and the back row was anxiously biting their hind legs. Before they started fighting, Klein had already lined up the Fulgrim's dogs.

The decision that all dogs should have a share was unanimously supported by everyone in Sefirah Castle. In order to satisfy the dogs' wishes, Klein had to separate eight tentacles, one for each dog, to start fighting.

-Honestly, this scene is like the one in the Despicable Me movie where Gru says goodnight to each of the Minions one by one.

The process of rubbing the dog continued. The whole of Sefirah Castle was filled with a cheerful atmosphere. Klein supported his head with one hand to prevent himself from falling asleep again. The remaining eight tentacles rubbed the dog's head skillfully. After rubbing and rubbing, Klein suddenly stopped.

At the end of the long line of dogs, he saw one trying to fit in, uh...

7.

There was a demon wolf mixed in with a room full of Fulgrim's dogs.

Although He tried very hard to change his size, wrapped himself in gray fog, and suffocatedly tucked his four extra legs under his belly, and even caught two flaming spirits from somewhere and stuck them on his eyes to create an effect similar to that of other dogs - but Klein still recognized him among the group of dogs at a glance.

Klein: ???

8.

Klein blinked his eyes, and Klein got rid of his sleepiness. Klein made a blind sound of eating fish.

"--Leonard, why are you mixed up with the team of Fulgrim's Dog?"

The demon wolf didn't say anything. It walked towards him, put down its four curled legs, and gave up controlling its body. The huge demon wolf took two steps at a time and walked elegantly in front of Klein. It lowered its head and rubbed Klein's forehead with a wolf kiss.

"Klein, would you like some sweet iced tea? I brought you some."

...Leonard's touch is much better than Fulgrim's.

The unfair Lord of Mysteries commented like this, and the tentacles that were originally busy rubbing the dog had happily untied the packages hanging on the wolf's back and began to suck them.

The joyful atmosphere just now disappeared, and the Fulgrim dogs, whose boss was taken away, were swept out by the magic wolf's tail with a whimper.

The gate of Sefirah Castle slammed shut, and above the gray fog, only the whispers of the couple could be heard.

9.

"Are Guimi and his wife coming out again?"

Lilith, who was late and therefore missed the first-hand gossip, asked this question. The goddess of night sitting next to her changed her posture, with her six arms elegantly clasped in front of her belly.

"You seem more certain than I am."

"What else?" Mother Earth said, "It's not like there haven't been divine marriages and marriage alliances in this world... No matter what form it takes, this is the first time I've seen this kind of relationship. Don't tell me this isn't the first time you've seen this level of connection."

"really."

"Do you need me to congratulate you on your sure win?" Lilith said, "Congratulations, you won before you even placed the bet."

"There's no need to speak so early."

The goddess of night said. She raised her head and saw a false sky and a strange red moon. At this moment, she suddenly calmed down inexplicably.

"Let's take another look."

"Amanisis, you'd be cuter if you weren't so cautious."

"Cute, or die sooner?"

Lilith just smiled. She didn't answer but changed the subject.

"——Your demon wolf has come down from Sefirah Castle. Strange, didn't the new Weird follow him out? Wait, what is he looking for?"

"...Sweet iced tea? Why did he take this and why did he leave money???"

10.

Although she knew that a Night Sequence One must be closely related to Amanisis, and although she knew that Amanisis's family was rich in lawful goodness...but the fact that the first thing a Sequence One did after its appearance was to pack up and take away the Lord of Mysteries, and the second thing was to spend all his money on sweet iced tea, still exceeded Lilith's expectations.

"Does the new Guimi like this tribute ceremony?"

Lilith began to think. In between her thoughts, she nodded slightly at the Eternal Blazing Sun who had just cast her gaze upon her.

Now that things have come to this, let's just eat melons first.

11.

Tonight, the gods shine in Tingen's sky.

...I hope I won't flash next time.

12.

Pales felt like he was going to break apart.

An hour and a half ago, Leonard, the shallowly parasitic host, suddenly seemed to have changed into a different person. Immediately afterwards, the unlucky grandfather and his soul worm were ejected from Leonard's body. Before Pales could react, his eldest grandson (wrong) skillfully turned into an eight-legged demon wolf like some natural mythical creature after asking for leave. The eight-legged demon wolf threw him on its back and ran away with the worm.

"——What did you do to Leonard?!"

"——I am Leonard, old man!"

In between runs, the wolf and the insect were having a difficult communication.

"In short, Klein and I are back from the future... It doesn't matter if you don't understand, old man. You can steal my memory later. But not now. I have to find Klein first, otherwise I will be in big trouble!"

"..."

Pales was silent for a moment. He had two options in front of him. Option A was to ask the kid with a smell of gray fog what kind of power allowed him to appear here with the starting point of Night Sequence 2, and Option B was to ask him where his originally unlucky Sequence 8 Midnight Poet Leonard had gone... After a short silence, Pales chose either A or B.

"Damn it! Who is Klein?!" (1)

"My lover!" Leonard said cheerfully, "And also your future boss!"

"???"

Even if he transformed the twelve rings of the Time Worm into twelve brains, and then lent him a hundred or eighty brains through the ability of the Thief's Path, Pales still couldn't figure out how the two words were organically combined.

But soon, he didn't have time to figure it out.

"It seems I'm not late... We're here, old man. This is Klein... Old man? Why aren't you talking, old man?"

13.

Pales, who faced the Lord of Mysteries, did not want to talk. He also did not want to die.

Fortunately, this Leonard who claimed to be from the future did not seem to intend to kill him immediately. Leonard also chose to be reliable or unreliable. He directly opened a door to Sefirah Castle, summoned a group of Fulgrim dogs, and sent Pales to Sefirah Castle. He hurriedly said to him, "Wait a minute, old man, I will be back soon."

I have always wanted to enter Sefirah Castle - but I have never wanted to enter Sefirah Castle in this form.

Pales thought to himself. He changed his posture on the mat that Fulgrim's dogs had dragged over, and decided to block his senses first, so as not to observe anything that he shouldn't know.

Also, I hope the new guile prefers sweet ice tea instead of the Fate Horse cookies... just for that silly boy's sake.

14.

Also, isn't this guy a genuine member of the Dark Night Sequence? Isn't the Dark Night Sequence's mythical creature form similar to the goddess' eight-legged demon wolf?

Why did he just curl up his four paws so skillfully, use the spirit to attach two eye effects to himself, wrap himself in gray mist, and blend into the team of Fulgrim's dogs! What on earth did the night angel who claimed to be the future Leonard experience to be so skilled? !

Recalling the last scene he saw before being stuffed into Sephira Castle, Pales felt that he had used up hundreds of years of strength in that day.

Sefirah Castle has come up, and the Lord of Mysteries has also appeared. There is no way to escape. Since we are going to die anyway, we might as well choose a decent way to die.

Pales Zoroast, who had plenty of experience in exile and survival and never believed in the humanity of mythical creatures, thought like this.

——Now that things have come to this, just wait for death.

Notes: (1) I wanted to play with the who the hell is bucky meme, but I gave up because I remembered that there is no English in the Fifth Age.

Feng Ya has something to say: I didn't get enough of the pure love chapter about Lunk in the forum style, so I'm going to write a little sweet story while I'm slacking off next time.

These are all jokes. Please stop picking on the logic bugs. Leave it to me. (Seriously)

Also, I hope it can be finished within three or four chapters as I wish... I will definitely write something cool in the next chapter!!!

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Copywriter:

Many, many years after that doomsday, the Lord of Mysteries, Klein, suddenly returned one day to the time he had almost forgotten, when everything began.

The Lord of Mysteries, who has little humanity, has no desire to fight for a second round, until the slacking Klein is rescued from danger by a large group of Fulgen Hounds, and he sees a demon wolf trying hard to blend in among the dogs.

Instructions for use: 1. Lunk only, an old couple returns to the second week's story together.

2. This is a funny story full of OOC and blind eating of fish. Most of the characters' humanity has been UP, otherwise it will be less fun. For this reason, the crow will eat your brains (whisper). Some of the plots are private, and I haven't read the Suhuan.

3. In essence, the forum style has not written enough about pure love, so I write about strong and handsome

See the collection for the previous part

15.

Klein woke up in Sefirah Castle on the first morning after his rebirth.

Thanks to Klein, who had written the Lord of Mysteries automated APP for six thousand years, the APP had been perfected six thousand years later and faithfully relied on the cats and bugs to record and explore everything the subject needed to know during his slacking off... So at the moment his memory returned, Klein, whose humanity had returned first, only felt extremely embarrassed.

It was really embarrassing. The catworm hanging on Leonard faithfully recorded Leonard's actions. Klein had to admit that Leonard's operation was very good, but it did not stop him from being embarrassed. If he was not more accustomed to maintaining a human form in a state full of humanity, the tentacles would have dug out ten or eight Tingen cities in the gray fog.

Especially when Klein thought that there were not only a group of gods who were closely watching Tingen and waiting to be dealt with, but also the Moretti family and the Nighthawks who were just fooled or whose oracles had temporarily calmed down and whose problems had not been solved at all... Thinking about Melissa's gaze, Klein felt that unwarranted cold sweat had already rolled down his face.

Klein was still feeling mixed emotions, but his lover behind him didn't understand Klein's embarrassment at all. The demon wolf, which maintained the form of a mythical creature, was taking a nap comfortably on Sefirah Castle. Six thousand years had made Leonard accustomed to snuggling with Klein in the form of a mythical creature. He was now comfortably pressing the wolf's head on Klein's head, the whole wolf supported by the little support of its lower jaw, and its huge body was spread out in a long piece behind Klein. Only a black tail could be seen sweeping back and forth happily and slowly, like a flat metronome.

If there wasn't a Lord of Mysteries in front of him that was not as big as a human but whose cloak took up a huge amount of space, Leonard would have been dubbed the stupid dog in the first place.

...Wait, speaking of Leonard, Klein suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten something. As soon as he thought about it, an old figure instantly appeared under the throne and the long steps. Just as Klein was about to speak, he noticed the old man's sad eyes.

Pales's gaze stayed on Klein's head for just a second, then the old man lowered his eyes and saluted the strange new Lord of Mysteries.

"What do you need from me?"

"..."

Klein was silent. To be honest, he did have something he wanted to ask Mr. Pales to do before, such as asking the old man if he was willing to return to his old job and serve as an angel for the Church of Fools. Building a brand new Orthodox Church from scratch... But before that, Klein raised his hand and touched his head.

He touched the magic wolf's wet nose. Leonard's tail wagged a little faster after being touched by him, and he sneezed loudly like any ordinary canine creature after being touched on the nose.

To be honest, Klein knew that he looked scary without a mirror. From a distance, it looked as if the Lord of Mysteries had changed his dressing style from a Loen gentleman to a barbarian, and started wearing a black wolfskin blanket.

I know that people in the Fourth Epoch don't really believe in the mercy of God, nor do they believe in the humanity of mythical creatures... Klein thought: But the look in your eyes just now, you didn't really think that Leonard had turned into a wolfskin cloak, did you?

16.

Klein completed the initial communication with Pales with difficulty, amidst a lot of distractions (this will be considered a spoiler for Leonard).

——He really tried hard to show his sincerity and harmlessness, and made promises and big promises, but Klein didn't even need to steal Pales's thoughts to know that the latter didn't believe a word of it.

There was no way. Klein, who had already gone through this process, was open-minded: This is how they, the people of the Fourth Epoch, are. Anyway, everyone is a mythical creature now. Klein still has enough experience with the apocalypse, and Mr. Pales' PTSD can be cured over a long period of time.

After all, in that future, Mr. Pales worked for the Church of Fools for six thousand years just after the apocalypse... with only annual leave.

"It was the same last time."

Leonard added. The poet who had returned to human form did not have the temperament of a high-ranking person at all. He still looked like a sloppy poet. He could not even stand properly behind Klein. He leaned against the high back of the throne after standing straight for a few minutes, with one long leg bent. He touched his nose.

"When we were...back then, the old man had a lot of opinions too."

"To be honest, even now, I still think Mr. Pales's advice made sense."

"Although you voted against this matter 2 to 1, you should listen to me on my affairs." Leonard said in a light tone: "This is my destiny, Klein, you can't decide for me how I should live."

"I know."

Klein let out a long sigh. He turned his head and saw that familiar face again. The green eyes reflected the image of a human. The Lord of Mysteries said softly.

"I will not go back on my promise to you, Poet-classmate - I just want to give you another chance to choose."

"It's the same no matter how many times you repeat it."

The person he was staring at said with certainty.

"I will choose you, Klein."

17.

After dealing with Mr. Pales's work arrangements, Klein had to return to Tingen to face reality, no matter how embarrassing it was. As Klein expected, the gods' gazes were still above Tingen. Klein had to return their gazes, and soon, only the Goddess of Night was left present.

"Praise the goddess."

Leonard had already skillfully lit up the stars on his chest, completely unaware that he was standing behind the Lord of Mysteries. Klein was almost led by him to light up his chest four times. The Lord of Mysteries finally retracted his arms and nodded gently to the goddess.

"Nice to meet you."

"I thought you would congratulate me for still being able to sit on the throne."

The Goddess of Night said so. Klein subconsciously took a step towards Leonard, then stopped awkwardly. Leonard had already realized that this was another conversation between gods that he didn't need to interfere with. The Demon Wolf, who was already skilled at slacking off, chose to leave the venue. After all, unlike the Lord of Mysteries who started to spread rumors and eat fish blindly as soon as he landed, Leonard really found an excuse to ask for leave. Now he had to go and cancel his leave.

The two gods stopped talking until Leonard appeared on the streets of Tingen in the early morning. Then Klein slowly spoke.

"... Haven't you seen it clearly?"

"Indeed. But you are even less like a Tianzun than I thought."

The Goddess of Night said this, with a faint smile on her face under the black veil.

"He is more like a true master of mysteries than I thought."

"Not likeness. I am the Lord of Mysteries."

"So, as the new Lord of Mysteries, what do you want to do?"

18.

What would a new Pillar of the Old Ones, a Lord of Mysteries who was supposedly caught up in an endless struggle with the Celestial Ones, want to do?

There was no need to think about the so-called "worst case scenario". Amanesis could already think of many answers, each of which was very bad. But the situation was stronger than the person. Facing an old pillar who did not seem to be dragged into the vortex of fighting for the body by the Heavenly Lord, it was not something that the True God could handle alone.

What would He want to do? Become a second Creator? Or swallow up God along with his remains?

What would he want to do? Make up for the past? Or achieve a great feat of conquest?

Thousands of hidden thoughts flashed through the mind of the Night Goddess. The night guarded this space under Her will, ensuring that even the true gods could not hear Her answer. But what She waited for was indeed a sleepy voice.

"What do I want? Ah, yes, there are many things I want to do..."

Before he finished speaking, in the instant when the place was shrouded in secrecy, the new Lord of Mysteries had already skillfully created a mystery again.

"--I'm sleepy."

Klein raised his hand, covered his mouth and yawned. The sleepy human, wearing a curtain that looked sleepy no matter how he looked at it, asked an unreasonable question.

"Where's Leonard? Why hasn't he come back yet? If he doesn't come back soon, I'm going to fall asleep."

As He spoke, the healthy human male form under the curtain cloak twisted for a moment, and countless insects left the body. The goddess of night stretched out her hand, and She tried to shade her believers. To His surprise, the new Lord of Mysteries, who was sometimes there and sometimes not, did not break His barrier. He even seemed to have no interest in the creatures of the mortal world. A large group of high-ranking scary insects in a half-cat, half-tentacle form floated in the sky like jellyfish, and soon, they found their target.

After a while, the demon wolf, which was covered with cat-worm jellyfish and had grown two times bigger, returned to the two gods. He shook his fur gently, and the cat-worms filed down, leaving only a bunch of small bodies holding hands and wearing collars around his neck.

It was just from a distance. When he met those green eyes, the figure of the Lord of Mysteries was vaguely reflected in the thick green. It was like a cell phone that was reconnected to the power supply. Klein's appearance became clear again.

The demon wolf bowed slightly to the goddess and saluted, then quickly walked towards the Lord of Mysteries. The catworms and jellyfish that returned to their bodies like liquid separated nimbly, avoiding his claws. The demon wolf walked in front of the Lord of Mysteries, howled, and arched its entire big head into the Lord of Mysteries' arms.

"Klein."

"I'm here."

"..."

The goddess of night turned her head silently. She actually wanted to see this rare and wonderful connection - but she didn't want to see it.

19.

In the atmosphere that was not serious at all, Klein struggled to regain his humanity by sucking Leonard. Embarrassment once again hit the little fortune teller's heart. However, in front of the goddess' throne, he could not be negligent, so Klein had to bite the bullet and speak.

"I think you can see the connection between us."

Klein said so.

"I hope you can agree to let Leonard stay in the Church of Fools permanently - he is an angel of the Order of Night after all."

"First of all, He is not just my secret servant. Secondly, you are already the Lord of Mysteries." The Goddess of Night said, "You are the only Old Ones pillar in this world now. You don't need to ask me for help."

"But before that, Leonard and I were first the Night Watchers you protected."

"Well," the goddess said with a hint of smile in her tone, "I think you need to build a Church of Fools first rather than asking for my permission, right?"

Abba Abba... Klein opened his mouth, and after a long silence, he covered his face.

"...It seems I need to organize a meeting before the gods first."

Let's build the Tarot Club first—I hope it's not too late now and Alger hasn't thrown the bottle into the sea yet.

20.

The old couple returned to the old days and started the first day of the second week. The names of their old friends had already filled a thick book.

Behind each person's name, there are two words written: go to work.

twenty one,

Everyone has their own joys and sorrows. Klein made a sound as if he wanted to slack off: I just hope they can do a good job.

"Leonard, do you still remember who were the founders of the Church of Fools?"

The Tarot Club members are of course the most important anchors for the Lord of Mysteries, and the bonds that need to be cultivated must still be cultivated, although it is inevitable that the progress needs to be accelerated. But as for the others... most of those who joined the Church of Fools, including Silver City, had various unspeakable secrets, so they probably wouldn't mind being rescued earlier.

Klein, who was a capitalist for the first time, thought with a guilty conscience that Leonard, who had been a double angel for six thousand years, was a product of the old era. The Demon Wolf tried to recall and fell into deep thought. The Demon Wolf tried to speak:

"Klein, why don't you just steal my memories and read them yourself?"

"...Mr. Pales shouldn't have gone far."

Klein said.

"Wait a minute, I'll open the door and bring him back first."

twenty two,

Human character is always a compromise.

If you tell them that the new mysterious person wants to slack off and live an ordinary life, everyone from angels to true gods will only type a string of question marks and look at the evil gods in the sky. But if you tell them that the main purpose of doing this is to stabilize the anchor and avoid going crazy, they will immediately be willing to compromise, and even willing to help you recruit people to fill the church.

These are all the experiences that Klein had accumulated in the previous week.

Klein thought, with a sense of humor. He had returned to his two-bedroom apartment. At this time, the Fulgrim dogs had not yet mastered the ability to do housework. The only thing that was cleaned up in the room was blood. Klein had to go back to his old job as a miracle worker and use his hands instead of his wishes to complete the cleaning.

The sky outside the window was gradually turning white. Klein stuffed the diary under the bed board that was supposed to be used to hide the brass pistol. He lay down on the bed in a standard posture that would not be excessive even if he was lying in a coffin the next second, and closed his eyes.

The connection still existed between him and Leonard, but just like a fat man who had been well-fed for a long time and suddenly went on a light fast, Klein couldn't help but start to have related reactions. Hungry, sleepy, numb.

Get some sleep, Klein said to himself. He tried to search his memory for the things he had eaten during this period of time, but all he could think of was the daily black bread, simple meat twice a week, and small cakes that were only available during celebrations.

It's easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it's hard to go from luxury to frugality. Klein sighed, and suddenly, he froze.

——The Goddess of Night has already sent down the oracle. Without the cause of the Antigonus Note incident, and without Dunn and Leonard coming to visit, how can he join the Blackthorn Security Company and become a Night Watchman?

He had to think about how to find a completely new job. Although Hermann's return to his old job would solve his financial problems, it would be difficult to respond to Benson and Melissa's inquiries. Klein also had no plans to turn Tingen into a second utopia...

Hearing the footsteps of Melissa getting up, Klein, who once again felt the overwhelming pressure, swallowed stiffly.

——Um, if I pull out Mr. Azik's historical projection and start tutoring now, will I be able to pass the interview successfully?

twenty three,

While the new Lord of Mysteries was worrying about food and how to make his family live without having to eat black bread, Leonard on the other side of Tingen was not much better.

"...You mean, something really happened at home?"

"Yes, that's right. I have something very urgent to do and I have to leave for a while."

"Did your water pipe really burst?" Luo Yao asked, "Have you fixed it?"

"What? No, I didn't." Leonard was confused: "Who told you that?"

A group of people looked at Old Neil in unison, and the latter glared back at them with confidence.

"I just said it casually at the time. I didn't do any divination! Besides, Leonard is a midnight poet, not a fortune teller. Even if his water pipe burst at home, how would he know about it if no one sent him a message?"

What he said made sense, so the Nighthawks turned their attention back to Leonard.

"Leonard, your expression right now is very similar to the expression on Conley's face when he just confirmed his relationship with his fiancée."

Xijia said that she was just joking, but she never thought that Leonard had already revealed an overly vivid expression - he almost had the words "how did you know" engraved on his face.

"...You are really in love."

Leonard really wanted to say that he was already married... but considering that his wedding with Klein had been postponed indefinitely because the two churches had not yet come to an agreement on the procedures, he had to settle for the word lovers.

"Really - Captain, do you think I'm lying?"

Dunn Smith took a puff of his pipe. Even though nightmares were not always able to distinguish between the inside and outside of dreams, he was certain that this young man who looked so romantic had never had any ambiguous partner. Dunn was still certain of this. To be honest, if a man had a face like Leonard, he would naturally have no shortage of partners who wanted to have a romantic relationship with him. The fact that Leonard had rejected many wealthy ladies who had high expectations of him was also a big joke in the Blackthorn Security Company...

Now, this person suddenly asked for leave from the team yesterday before he was about to go on a mission, and after returning to the team, he insisted that he was going home to be with the lover he had never mentioned before.

"—I think you seem to be out of control."

Dunn said, and as he spoke, the Nighthawks surrounded Leonard.

"I've already spoken to the Sanctuary, and they'll come and examine you."

Wind Crow has something to say:

The sadness of old Yeye: the guy who called himself Leonard was turned into a wolfskin blanket so quickly because he made decisions for the mysterious

Leonard, who was touched on the nose and scolded: Ah-Ah-ah!

Sadness and joy are not mutually exclusive.

Regarding the timeline, it should have been that after Melissa left, Klein came back from shopping and held the first tarot meeting, and then Dunn and Leonard came to visit at noon. This part of the plot was brought forward for the sake of conflict and drama, and it was reasonable for Nightmare to enter the dream in advance for investigation (nod).

Uhhhh how come I've reached the point where I can't finish three chapters? I haven't even written the core plot yet?

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Copywriter:

Many, many years after that doomsday, the Lord of Mysteries, Klein, suddenly returned one day to the time he had almost forgotten, when everything began.

The Lord of Mysteries, who has little humanity, has no desire to fight for a second round, until the slacking Klein is rescued from danger by a large group of Fulgen Hounds, and he sees a demon wolf trying hard to blend in among the dogs.

Instructions for use: 1. Lunk only, an old couple returns to the second week's story together.

2. This is a funny story full of OOC and blind eating of fish. Most of the characters' humanity has been UP, otherwise it will be less fun. For this reason, the crow will eat your brains (whisper). Some of the plots are private, and I haven't read the Suhuan.

3. In essence, the forum style has not written enough about pure love, so I write about strong and handsome

See the collection for the previous part

twenty four,

Leonard still has some idea whether he can be taken for examination.

He didn't want to give his colleagues a little shock of losing control on his first day back...so he could only find a way to dispel the captain and the others' doubts.

Logically speaking, even if we ignore the various spells on Leonard, Leonard's own rank and ability alone can cover up the previous changes in various ways and bring the precious days in Tingen back to the normal track of fate. Not to mention that Klein had already shared the power of the Lord of Mysteries with him, and the three mysterious families were experts in playing with people's hearts.

But Leonard began to ponder, as if all that glittering power and strength did not exist in him - because in Klein's memory, Leonard was not someone who would treat his most respected captain and colleagues in this way.

After considering whether to pray directly to the Goddess or to the Fool, the Demon Wolf finally chose to give up.

After all, I don't know how Klein talked with the goddess... but neither the goddess nor Klein will harm me.

Amid the whispers of his teammates, who were not shy about it, Leonard, who was tied up like a caterpillar, caught the key words and tapped the ground with his heels.

"Lord Cecil will be arriving in Tingen soon? Can I request that Lord Cecilma come and do the test for me?"

"...You mean, you volunteered to be locked up behind the Chanis Gate?"

Dunn frowned. Judging from this request, the inspection they conducted was definitely not as direct as the Sword of the Goddess, who held the holy sword. From this perspective, Leonard's innocence should be no problem at all. As for the fact that Leonard had been corrupted and was just stalling for time at the moment, the Nighthawks already had sufficient experience in solving this problem. They just had to throw it behind the Chanis Gate.

Hearing this, Leonard realized that something was wrong. The seals of this era were not yet able to be saved online and then materialized. This meant that each temple still had its own Chanis Gate.

If I had known that the result of expecting the goddess to have time to fish for her would be like this... wouldn't the ending be the same again? Leonard quickly added.

"Well, I have another request. Could you please lock up Klein as well?"

"ha?"

"Klein Moretti. One of the parties involved in the Antigonus family notebook case whom we had planned to visit today."

Leonard repeated Klein's full name. Touchingly, Klein at this time had not yet developed his vest habit. He didn't have to list a bunch of names that Blackthorn Security Company couldn't put away. The Nighthawks looked even more confused.

"Of course we know who Crane is. What I want to know is why we put him in the Chanis Gate with you?"

That's a good question. If the person standing in front of him was the goddess' angel, Leonard would naturally tell the truth without hesitation, but the people in front of him were just his friends who were at the highest level of Sequence 7. So under the gaze of everyone, Leonard stuttered and said hesitantly.

"—Because he is my lover?"

25.

One hour and three minutes later, Klein Moretti came in front of Leonard.

"You interrupted my interview!"

The Nighthawks who were holding his shoulders stepped back, leaving a little space for courtesy between the two lovers who had established a relationship without anyone knowing when. Klein took off the black cloth that was used to blindfold him and gritted his teeth.

"I had a hard time convincing Mr. Azik in the historical record to help me cheat! Do you know how guilty I would feel if Mr. Azik gave me a disapproving look?"

"What?!"

Leonard looked even more shocked than Crane.

"Won't you join me as a Nighthawk? I've always been looking forward to being a Red Glove with you!"

Klein thought to himself, I have no objection. Anyway, the weekly salary and benefits of Red Gloves are pretty good, and I am now considered a skilled worker... The main thing is that I am afraid that the goddess will have an opinion. The last time I pulled the wolf's hair, it can be said that I was completely ignorant. This time, pulling the wolf's hair was purely intentional. Klein thought he was not so shameless.

"I have no objection. This was part of the plan anyway."

As the two of them stared at each other, the goddess who was watching from a different perspective said so. He asked in a friendly manner.

"Or do you want to immediately send the Red Gloves to Wintershire for training? I can give you an oracle now."

"It's good enough now."

Klein was not interested in Long Aotian's act of transforming into a god-favored person in an instant, while Leonard had already skillfully lit up the stars on his chest.

"Thank you for your mercy."

26.

As a former pillar, Klein felt good about joining the Church of Evernight. He had no psychological burden like Mr. Fool.

——It is impossible for me to be a traitor. I will never be a traitor in this life. The goddess gives me a good salary and the job is good. I just want to be a traitor to make a living.

As for the goddess, she has nothing to say. The high level of thieves in the air is part of the mysterious world. If you don't like it, don't play. The goddess thinks that she is quite happy to have a mysterious master who is willing to work for him even though she knows that she will be monitored. Besides, this mysterious world does not look like Amon at the moment.

At least the casualty rate of the wolf cubs under my command will drop sharply... The high-sequence personnel who were originally scheduled to patrol Tingen can also be sent to more important battlefields...

While the goddess was writing and drawing with one hand, she was holding up the bone china teacup and saucer with the other hand.

It's so convenient for historians. I haven't tasted such authentic Earl Grey tea for many years.

The goddess thought as the third pair of hands took the crispy macarons from the pastry tower.

26.

Since we have rejected the goddess's immediate decree, we can only follow the procedures and wait for Her Excellency the Sword of the Goddess, who has received new instructions from the temple, to come and give false testimony.

Leonard, who had just landed in the Fifth Epoch, grabbed Klein, and the Lord of Mysteries and the Angel of the Night were locked behind the Chanis Gate. Every colleague looked at them with eyes that were looking at the new world.

This is inevitable - gossip and scams in the New World can often be seen in the Tingen tabloids, and this is the first time everyone has seen Leonard's perfect lover who has been hidden for so long.

Klein, who was imprisoned in the cell next to Leonard, noticed the gaze on him the second he sat on the wooden bed. It turned out that Klein had already started to use his strength. But this time, thinking of the entire process of college promotion that he had made fifteen plans for, Klein felt that this matter could not be let go, so he extended his hand to Leonard.

"A penny a wish."

"I used all my assets from this era to buy you sweet iced tea yesterday. You know where the salary deposit slip is."

Leonard acted very single, and Klein had nothing to say: After all, he had already finished the sweet ice tea while sleeping, and the subsequent salary had to wait for the goddess to settle. He muttered, "You pass the test," raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

With just a snap of his fingers, the area they were in was completely changed, from two adjacent cells with only four walls and a wooden board used as a bed to a cozy living room. With another snap of his fingers, warm sunlight was grafted onto the window, and Klein sat down on the sofa. He moved his wrists and shoulders that had been held down before. According to the family rules, those who work don't cook, and those who cook don't wash dishes. Leonard was already skillfully brewing tea opposite him.

"What did you tell Melissa about the possibility that you might not be back these few days?"

Leonard still felt a lingering fear when he mentioned Melissa. In the post-apocalyptic future, as Klein's partner who never got married, he had lived under the gaze of his sister for a long time. And before that, he had also lived with them for a long time, bearing the guilt of being the messenger of death.

"I told her that the professor found me a temporary job and asked me to try it out first." Klein said, "Cornley looks quite respectable in a police officer's uniform."

"Did he help you to cover up your lie?" Leonard said with a tut-tut sound, but then he thought again: "It seems that he did..."

"After all, this is Tingen."

Klein imitated Leonard's tone and spoke leisurely.

"How can there be bad people among the Nighthawks?"

Above Leonard's head, Pales sneered, a laugh that only Leonard could hear. Leonard blinked.

"Old man, do you want tea or coffee? Oh, I forgot that you can't do it now - do you need Klein to make a secret doll for you to use first?"

27.

Behind the Dark Heaven and Chanis Gate, a pleasant tea time was going on. Meanwhile, a list was quietly passed out.

"Western Continent?"

"The descendants of the elves?"

"The natives of the five seas?"

"Why is there still the matter of Silver City???"

While a group of true gods were puzzled by the list and wondering whether the anchor of the Lord of Mystery was too complicated, Klein, who had put away a stack of tarot cards, spoke slowly.

"I seem to have forgotten Huang Tao's daughter and granddaughter."

"Miss Hermit should still be at sea at this time." Leonard added. "And you also forgot about Emperor Roselle himself."

"Oh, that's not important." Klein stirred the overly sweet black tea. "He can't get up and do the Black Emperor's work now. Besides, even Huang Tao would agree that I should go find Bei Bei first."

Think about those two ladies, and the Black Emperor who was careless about his own relationships with men and women, but kept a tight watch on his daughter, which even resulted in Leonard being the only male creature allowed into the Tarot Club Women's Branch. Leonard chose not to comment on Klein's statement.

28.

Back in the 21st century, Klein had read a lot of literary works with the theme of rebirth. In most of these works, rebirth would usher in a very busy period of time—the second growth period in life was precious, and not a single minute of it could be wasted.

If Klein was reborn in a normal way, he would probably have a very busy second week, just like his first time traveling. But he did not return to this time point in a normal manner.

With the Lord of Mysteries in hand, the uniqueness of the three sequences evaporated from the original owner the moment he descended and merged in his palm. Klein returned to this time point as a full-level master, and suddenly found that the only ones he needed to fight were the Outer Gods floating in the starry sky.

Of course, the Outer Gods still had to be fought, but now was not the right time. The idea of ​​developing first had always been in his blood. Even though Klein didn't need to develop now and only needed to attack, he felt that waiting for two more Old Ones was not a bad idea.

The gods have their own concerns about the affairs of the starry sky, and Leonard had already reached a relative reconciliation with himself in time. When Klein pulled the gray fog to write small notes to other gods, he also asked Klein for a set of paper and pen and started writing. When Klein came back to his senses after finishing the brief and informal meeting with the gods, he saw Leonard writing furiously.

"What are you writing?"

"I want to do something with you."

Leonard replied. The moment he heard this answer, Klein shuddered. No wonder, the last time he heard this sentence was when he promised his lover a wish... and then his lover wrote a whole A4 paper of various PLAYs.

That was truly an extremely tragic history. Mr. Fool was even reluctant to recall that time. After that, he had reflected countless times on how he was tricked into making such an outrageous promise—and then he couldn't help but think of what happened before this time point.

29.

It was the sixth millennium after the apocalypse, and the Lord of Mysteries sat behind a long table on Sefirah Castle. On the mother planet, in the square surrounded by the Cathedral of the Gods, the old bell tower rang the bell of the sixth millennium, and the bell was transmitted through the network, reaching all humans in this sea of ​​stars.

Also arrived at Klein's side at the other end of the star sea.

The cats and bugs drew lots one by one in an orderly manner to decide who would be on duty as the Lord of Mysteries next year, while the main body that didn't want to work hard had already turned off the projection of the live broadcast of the Sefirah Castle Arrodes card, changed its posture, and leaned against the warmth.

"Klein."

The warm cushion behind him asked.

"This year it's New Year's Eve."

"so what?"

"You shouldn't go to bed too early on New Year's Eve. Isn't it a tradition in your hometown to stay up past midnight before going to bed?"

Klein wanted to say that Earth's midnight had long passed, and that we would have to wait another 23 hours for the next midnight here. Which midnight are you talking about... But before he could finish his words, a pair of hands had already grasped his waist, and another pair of hands skillfully took advantage of the gap left by his colleague's shirt hem and touched up along the bottom of his shirt...

Before being dragged into the vortex of lust, Klein had only one last thought:

——Whose New Year's Eve tradition is to be eaten by a dog!

30.

——Oh, it's my home. I have been bitten like this for six thousand years.

That's okay.

We will definitely correct it next year! We will never repeat this mistake of six thousand years!

31.

So, after all these long conservative New Year celebrations, when the Lord of Mysteries opened his eyes again, he saw the red moon.

Although the lesson that history has left for mankind is that mankind never learns from history, Klein thought, at least I don't want to continue repeating my previous mistakes on the first day I return to this point in time.

That's a bit too much.

Of course, Klein has the authority of the old days, Sequence -1 vs. Sequence 1, Lord of Mysteries vs. Knight of Misfortune, whether in bed or out of bed, he should be a complete winner. But the problem is that Lord of Mysteries doesn't want to be Lord of Mysteries, He only wants to be Klein. In order to stabilize his humanity, Klein has been acting under the guise of Sequence 2 for many years. Miracle Master certainly has unlimited recovery to pray for, but Knight of Misfortune is also a person of super long endurance.

After all, a mage cannot defeat a warrior. After a long battle on the bed, Klein, who was almost transformed into a mythical creature, had only two sentences in his mind.

First, you can never feed a wolf enough. My ancestors were right.

Secondly, pornography (needless to mention), gambling (betting with Leonard) and drugs (the wonderful little potion that Chick provided as poison but reads as aphrodisiac) are harmful to people!

32.

In fact, they were an old couple who had lived together for six thousand years, so Klein had discussed this matter with Leonard. But Leonard, who was always easy to talk to and was ridiculed by the old survivors for having tracheitis, was unusually persistent and had a bottom line on this matter.

Faced with Klein's protest, Leonard, who was unwilling to switch to a vegetarian diet and had a hard time controlling himself on this matter, had his own plan:

"You can try to maintain your status as the Lord of Mysteries and your connection with me."

"Forget it," Klein refused calmly, "You started to move from behind when I wasn't paying attention. I'm not an owl. I can't turn my head 180 degrees to kiss your eyes."

Leonard knew that he was quibbling. For a clown of the old days, this unscientific movement that violated the human skeleton structure was not difficult, but he just thought that Klein was cute even when he was quibbling.

"Perhaps you could try to ride up here?"

"...Mr. Poet, you are trying to please me and calm me down, so why should I reward you?"

33.

Just as Klein was thinking about how to fool a demon wolf into becoming a vegetarian, Leonard had already calmly leaned back, making room for him so that Klein could sit in his original position and see clearly what he had written.

Good news, there are not a thousand and one kinds of PLAY.

The bad news is...

[Ensure the safety of official Beyonders]

Killing Ince Zangwill

[Watching the Return of the Count with Klein, Melissa, and Benson]

[Take Klein to eat the lemon cake from Slin Bakery]

【......】

"Poet classmate."

Klein acted as if he wanted to have a serious talk with him, and Leonard gave him a puzzled look.

"I want to make it clear to you once again that, although for reasons that you and I both know, it is best for us not to be too far apart and to avoid being interfered with by the Sequence One Power related to the Secret or Secret Three Paths, so as to avoid problems with the connection, this does not mean that we must be tightly bound together."

"I know?" Leonard looked a little confused: "So?"

"So, you are already a Sequence 1 Leonard. You can accomplish many things on your own." Klein patiently advised. "For example, who you want to get rid of, who you want to protect, and how you want to deal with everything at this time point, you can do it on your own - of course, I am also willing to help you."

"?"

"Well, I mean, you can do whatever you want now." Klein gave up beating around the bush: "Don't worry about me. The goddess knows that we are behind the Chanis Gate. You don't need to worry about the Nighthawks losing control because of what they saw."

"I'm doing what I want to do right now."

Leonard said. He put down his hand, pulled Klein's legs, which were lying across his knees, closer to his chest, and asked him.

"It's already afternoon, aren't you going to the Tarot Club?"

34.

Of course, the Tarot Club had to be held, especially since this was the first one. Klein changed his posture, and soon, the weight of a person rested on Leonard's shoulders. He buried his head and continued to write the schedule. After finishing, he checked it again, and then closed the pen cap with satisfaction.

"Old man." Leonard suddenly said, "What do you want to tell me?"

"Do you really want to hear me out?"

"Why not?" Leonard said, "There's nothing I can't tell you, and there's certainly nothing I can't listen to you about."

He spoke very frankly, so frankly that he really was the Leonard he said came from a perfect future, but Pales just wanted to laugh. The angel who had been fleeing from Amon's pursuit for so many years did not ask questions. He no longer believed in the mercy of the gods, but at this moment, he could not help but speak in silence.

"...Then, could you please tell me what you are?"

35.

"The moment Guimi appeared, the uniqueness of the other three disappeared. You appeared with Guimi, but the goddess remained at the position of true god without the pillar of promotion."

"Even though you have a top-level Master of Mysteries here, you chose to let me come back to steal your memories. What's even weirder than this is that when I attacked, you managed to avoid my theft."

"Are you afraid that I will steal something, or do you have a reason that cannot be stolen from you at all costs?"

As if he was afraid that he would never have the chance to speak out again, and as if he had used up all his courage, Pales blurted out all his questions. But the person who was quietly waiting for him to finish only answered him like this.

"I'm Leonard. Leonard Mitchell."

"Don't play dumb with me... You should know what I'm talking about. For you, a Sequence 2 angel is not enough to know the inside story."

"I just don't want to see you get angry again. To be honest, old man, you're pretty scary when you're really angry."

"Then answer my question."

"Okay, okay."

Leonard shrugged, and even at this point, he still maintained a relaxed attitude.

"——Old man, do you like amber?"

"The Leonard I know is not a lady of high society who quietly talks about jewelry..."

Pales's unexpected voice suddenly stopped. In his silence, Leonard smiled.

"Do you know the easiest way to tell whether amber is artificial or real, old man?"

It was a smile that was extremely vivid, without any trace of divinity, and it was the same smile that Pales had seen countless times before, on the face of the midnight poet in Tingen. It was exactly the same as the Leonard in Pales' memory, so much so that it seemed like a fake 'Leonard Mitchell' asked.

"I'm not talking about jewelry. I'm asking you, do you hate amber, old man?"

——At this moment, Pales finally understood what he was saying and felt horrified.

"...Who made you...Who made you...Was it Deceit, that one? Was this His deal with the night?"...

"On the contrary, it was because I wanted this that Klein made a deal with the goddess - don't show that expression, old man, how could Klein harm me?"

"In your current state, it's not convincing to say such things."

Knowing that there was no room for recovery at this point, Pales said bluntly. Leonard smiled easily, relaxed and proud.

"I don't think so - the value of something like amber is determined by the age of the resin and what it contains."

"You're still very proud."

"Why not? If we only consider the value, I am the most expensive amber in the world."

36.

"...I'm suddenly willing to believe your story. You are indeed Leonard."

At the end of this conversation, Pales let out a long sigh.

"Except for that guy, there are few people who are so stupid."

"Old man, you're not angry anymore?"

Leonard stood up in an instant, like a big dog who saw his parents finally put down their slippers.

"What's the point of getting angry?" Pales said unhappily. "If it were in the past, if some kid from the Zoroast family suddenly told me, 'Old man, I want to be Amon's body, and my greatest wish in this life is to be parasitized by Amon.' I would definitely kill him before Amon... but you, forget it."

"Klein and I are not in a parasitic relationship. I am just keeping it for him—"

"——Don't tell me about your relationship. I can see what a loser you are with just one look. I'm not the old-fashioned person I used to be. If you ever become a puppet, don't expect me to avenge you."

Pales finished speaking, and for a second he lost his hearing about the outside world. However, he didn't need hearing to know what Leonard, who came from the future and made him look like this, was saying to him.

It was nothing more than the same words he kept repeating—Klein would not harm me.

It would be strange if Klein didn't harm you... Pales thought angrily. You became like this because of the disease called Klein in your life!

Wind Crow has something to say:

Pales: I hate that I'm not a remnant of the old days from the 21st century, otherwise I would curse the love-brained man loudly and send this stupid grandson to dig wild vegetables.

Woohoo why haven't I written about being cool yet? I'm going to die!!!

I have already written a preliminary article about why this article is called Amber and the core plot of this article. I hope the rest can be finished in the next two chapters... Orz can two chapters really be finished? Why do I feel that the more I write, the more serious the story becomes? ? ?

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37.

Although the first meeting was held a little later, the Tarot Club is still the same Tarot Club.

If someone had told me that meetings can make people happy in the past, I would have definitely called him a jerk. Klein thought, but now, meetings are really a very pleasant thing for him.

How could it be unhappy? Meeting familiar friends again, gathering with everyone... Klein cut off his thoughts. Mr. Fool, who was sitting at the end of the gray fog, raised his hand and put his fingers on his amber eyes. He did something that a normal person would never do, and it was too strange even for the Faceless Man.

He tapped his pupils gently with his fingertips, as if knocking on a door. The virtual image of a human figure in his pupils remained motionless, just maintaining a smiling posture. Klein gave up trying, and he grumbled and sighed.

"I don't think so, Poet-student."

The shadow reflected in his pupils was motionless, but Klein seemed to have communicated with someone. He changed his hand to support his increasingly heavy head, thinking to himself, I am obviously a hard-core cat lover, how could I lose to you canine creatures...

"...Whatever you want to do, hurry up." He said, "I can't promise that I will wait forever."

38.

Outside Sephira Castle, at the moment when the Tarot Club was convened, Pales was also talking to Leonard. After understanding what this guy was, the old man became more energetic. The thief gave up the urge to steal Leonard's brain to see what kind of strange structure it was, and diverted from this topic that would most likely make him angry to death.

"Come to think of it, since you two have this connection, and it's so easy for the connection to be disrupted by the power of the same sequence, is it okay for you not to go to Sefirah Castle with him?"

"...Old man, I didn't expect you to accept the fact so quickly."

In response to Leonard's sigh, Pales just snorted.

"If it weren't for the hurry, it would have turned into bird food long ago."

What kind of birds are fed with bird food? Leonard didn't know it before, but Leonard from 6,000 years after the end of the world would know it. He didn't make any promises to Pales. Leonard just explained it to Pales seriously.

"No, generally speaking. Klein had already taken this into consideration when he was designing it. He will quickly fall into a dormant state after the link is broken until he is threatened or I find him."

——After all, a crazy dreaming mystery is much more difficult to deal with than a fake Doom Knight.

"On the other hand, I also have some things to do that Klein can't know about."

"...It's not easy to hide it from Him in this kind of connection."

Pales said, but Leonard acted shocked.

"Why should I hide this from Klein?"

"?"

Pales slowly drew a question mark. Leonard scratched his head and said in confusion.

"I just need to tell Klein, and he will leave space for me."

"......very good."

Pales thought, OK, great, I will never ask you when you two discussed this matter and let you continue to show off Klein in front of me.

But obviously, the grandfather of Klein Brain, who had not experienced what it means to have a grandson at this point, did not understand that sometimes showing off does not necessarily require an introduction. Just like the fisherman who got lost never needed to set foot on a certain road first. Fortunately, Leonard had more important things to do than to talk to the old man about his happy married life.

Leonard stood up, picked up Klein, and placed him on the sofa. He covered the reclining body with a blanket and pinned the edge under Klein's chin. After doing all this, he reluctantly stood up.

"Old man, do you want to go out with me?"

He said this with his hands in his windbreaker pockets, just like every day. But at that time, Pales was still parasitic in Leonard's mind, and he had no choice but to leave.

Of course, that may not be the case now.

"——His Majesty asked me to keep an eye on you."

39.

The moment he walked out of the house, Leonard first put on a layer of secrecy. Pales found a comfortable position above Leonard's head in the form of a time worm. Just when he was about to see if Leonard had anything to hide from the Lord of Mysteries, Leonard made an aba aba sound first.

"Although I know he is in Tingen now, but... old man, how do I find 0-08?"

"Perhaps you can ask that person to help you with divination."

Pales replied unhappily. He was too lazy to care how Leonard knew that there was an out-of-control Level 0 Seal and its owner in Tingen. Facing his suggestion, Leonard touched his chin.

"This is easy."

Just as the old man subconsciously lowered his eyes, fearing that his unlucky grandson was going to perform a trick with his bare hands, Leonard touched his pocket. He fumbled in his pocket for a long time and took out a gold coin.

It was an ordinary Loen Kingdom gold pound, with no historical value, and no special materials. Leonard threw the ordinary gold pound upwards, with no intention of catching it. The moment he threw the gold coin up, he put his hands together in a prayer gesture.

Thus, there was no need for any ceremony or spoken prayers. The response came in an instant. Before the gold coin fell to the ground, a black cat appeared out of thin air, picked up the gold coin in mid-air, and gave Leonard a sullen look in return.

"Are you on duty today? You've been working hard."

It was a very black cat. Unlike ordinary black cats, even its eyebrows were black. Its hair was so thick that you couldn't tell the color of its skin. Even its eyes, which should be golden, were black. Its pupils were large and round. If it wasn't holding the gold coin, it would have blended into the darkness in a second. The square black cat looked very cute no matter how you looked at it, but Pales just lowered his head.

You have called upon His spiritual worms to use them, so what difference does it make whether you hide it from Him or not?

The old man couldn't understand the play between the young couple, he just felt tired.

The black cat didn't bother to pay attention to him. It swung its tail slowly, and after just two or three times, it jumped onto Leonard's left shoulder. The black cat sitting on Leonard's shoulder turned its head in one direction and called softly.

"Meow."

"This way?"

Although he was asking questions, Leonard did not hesitate at all. When the black cat began to point the way, the figure of the Servant of Secrets disappeared. The man and the cat skillfully used this magical way of pointing the way to quickly cross the streets of Tingen until they came to a house with a red chimney. The black cat raised his neck and swallowed the gold coin in one gulp.

Before disappearing, it tilted its head and rubbed Leonard with the top of its head.

40.

Pales spoke again only after the Spirit Bug Cat completely disappeared.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Help me steal his idea of ​​escape."

"he?"

Pales raised a question. He really didn't know how he could escape from Leonard, the Knight of Disaster, who was a watered-down Knight, if he wasn't even an angel. Faced with such a question, Leonard just chuckled. As time went on, the corners of his mouth gradually solidified, staying on an arc that was difficult to change, like a perfect sculpture.

"Ince Zangwill, the gatekeeper of the Death Path Sequence 5, took 0-08 with him when he defected from the Church of Evernight... but his words are not a big problem."

"I hope you can solve the big part of the problem."

"Don't worry, old man." Leonard was still smiling. He said, "We just need to be quick. Klein doesn't like me being like that."

As he spoke, he clenched his hand, and a huge black sickle with a silver blade appeared out of thin air. Leonard put his left hand holding the sickle, which was as tall as a person, behind his back, and the hidden state was lifted. Gray mist rose along with the semi-finished hidden realm, dragging this space into an angle that others could not observe or interfere with. He climbed the stairs like an ordinary night watchman and gently knocked on the door in front of him with peeling paint.

"Hello, is anyone there?"

The next moment, what responded to him was not a reply, but an invisible door that suddenly opened. Undead creatures poured out of the door like a flock of sheep, instantly bursting the house in front of them. Countless bone spurs and scaly claws pounced towards Leonard!

"It seems so."

The silver edge turned from behind to in front of him, and the hideous monster shattered like a piece of paper. The remains that had not yet returned to the underworld slowly steamed up black mist on the rolling and cracked ground. The bloody wind and bloody rain parted in front of Leonard. He held the sickle in one hand and raised a barrier with the other hand like brushing away a veil, so that the remnants would not leave any marks on his body.

Every time he took a step forward, his figure was briefly erased, and then reconstructed behind a new obstacle. After repeating this two or three times, he appeared at the end of this space. The traitor, who was still wearing the clergy robe of the Church of the Night, frowned, his face was bulging with veins, and his face was as pale as a dead man. He held a feather pen in his right hand. The moment he saw Leonard, he subconsciously wanted to retreat, but the sense of crisis made him freeze. The blade that could cut him in half flashed behind him and disappeared.

"——I can pay for it! You are not an angel of the night, are you——"

He shouted loudly. Before he could show his sincerity, he saw the hand raised by the man opposite him, who did not match any of the angels in the Sleepless Order that he had known.

"Shhh."

Leonard raised a finger, a quiet gesture.

"Speak softly, don't disturb him."

Ince Zangwill subconsciously turned his head to look for the third creature in this space. Thousands of thoughts about escaping flashed through his mind, but they were instantly shattered. Before he was stunned for a moment, some force pressed down on the back of his head and limbs.

Slowly, slowly, the traitor, whose face had turned from pale to purple, knelt down. He knelt on the ground in a gesture of atonement, exposing his neck. The feather pen twisted wildly in his palm, but could not write the story of escape in the air.

"Ince Zangwill."

The black haired, green eyed angel announced.

"—your time is up."

The next second, blood and the head flew up together.

41.

"Your hatred is fading."

The feather pen floated in the air, and the characteristics of the gatekeeper gradually emerged from the corpse. Pales, who had completed the auxiliary work without any difficulty, said so.

"Is this part of the price?"

"This is not a price, but the result of being cut off from the connection." Leonard said, with a nearly rigid smile still on his face. In this state, he was able to speak freely: "I am protecting Klein, and Klein is also protecting me. According to Klein's description, the Lord of Mysteries is a unit that consumes a lot of energy, so once the connection is cut off, he must fall asleep in the shortest possible time. But my energy consumption is not that small either."

At least as a watered-down Sequence One, Leonard's energy consumption was not small enough to support his independent actions and combat.

Normal gods and angels certainly don't need such a high consumption of humanity, but who among normal angels and gods would maintain a humanity that is completely the same as that of an ordinary person? Pales had given up pointing fingers at their twisted relationship and just sighed deeply.

"So, what are you waiting for?" He thought Leonard would wipe himself to His Majesty at the moment of finishing the battle. But he was still standing here. I don't know what went wrong with the record when human nature was insufficient.

"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it—this is a saying from Klein's hometown."

Leonard read it once in Chinese with a distinct foreign accent, and roughly translated it to the old man in Loenese. Pales understood his metaphor easily.

"I don't think anything could rob a Servant of the Hidden."

"Is Tingen more dangerous than you think?"

Leonard said, and suddenly he raised his head and looked towards the end of the street. In the sunset, a man in a white robe slowly walked towards him. He had a thick beard that covered the lower half of his face, and his light golden hair was reflected in the sunset with a hint of blood red.

"You're here." The Knight of Disaster nodded slightly: "Adam."

Pallez, who didn't expect there would be a yellow bird, was speechless. The Time Worm nodded to the eldest son of the ancient sun god. The old man just wanted to sigh about Tingen's unique location advantage - when he ran away, he ran to remote places as much as possible. When Leonard came to Tingen after being parasitized, he didn't think there was anything special about this city. But how can this city produce so many talents?

At the very least, there is a Lord of Mysteries and a Servant of Secrets, and now there are also Level 0 Sealed Artifacts and some passing Archangels... Can Backlund do it?

It was too early for Pales to say whether Backlund could do it or not. Adam responded to the two people's polite greetings. Maybe it was because of the audience sequence advantage, he seemed to have no interest in asking how the Time Worm and the Archangel of the Night Family appeared together. He just looked at the feather pen that was as quiet as a dead chicken, and then slowly cast his eyes on Leonard.

"Darkness and mystery?"

"yes."

Leonard said. Adam nodded, and he continued to ask.

"What do they say?"

"Do I need to call you Your Majesty now?"

"Forget it. Guimi might not be happy." Adam said, "Just like He needs confirmation... I also need confirmation."

"I see."

Leonard said, and before he finished speaking, the figure of the eldest son of the ancient sun god suddenly disappeared, and a giant dragon covered with diamond stars spread its wings and let out a dragon roar.

With just a sound, invisible ripples were generated and expanded instantly. The ripples turned into a flood in a short moment. The cracks were torn open, and countless eyes grew on the tentacles of flesh and blood. Scarlet fell from the sky, and Leonard sighed. The gray mist evaporated again, and this time, the entire Tingen was enveloped. He did not transform into the form of a mythical creature, but rose to the sky in an instant like a giant dragon with wings spread. The earth was left under their feet, and soon only the color of the barrier could be seen.

The archangel holding the sickle waved to the descendants of the Outer Gods. The malice from the starry sky enveloped the entire sky above Tingen. Most extraordinary people would lose control if they heard the mutterings that echoed repeatedly outside the temporary barrier. In the impending chaos, Leonard sighed deeply.

"Can you please die quickly?"

Thus He said.

"——He's still waiting for me to come home."

42.

Leonard has no lack of experience in fighting against Outer Gods.

In the past and future, maybe because he often entered the old dreams, Leonard digested the magic potion of the Fear Bishop early. In the end times, compared with the magic potion and the extraordinary characteristics, the more precious thing is the instant combat power that can be mobilized. Leonard reported for promotion several times, but the opportunity for promotion never came to him.

This was not a result of seniority, Leonard knew, but someone didn't want him to take the Sequence 2 potion and step into the battlefield in the starry sky.

When Leonard made his sixth report, the goddess' divine body pulled him into a secret space.

"You don't need to be promoted." The goddess said: "If you just want to contribute to the end of the world, walking on the earth is the same."

This is true. With the Lord of Mysteries, the Earth is no longer in danger. The war in outer space is urgent, but the Outer Gods know that only by bypassing the numerous blockades and solving the anchor points that support the gods can they solve these gods and the Old Ones. In this situation, staying on Earth may not be a safe choice, but it may be more dangerous.

As an important anchor point for Klein, Leonard should not appear in front of the Outer Gods. Leonard knew this. But he also knew that—

"—I told him I would catch up."

He still insisted on calling the Lord of Mysteries "he" instead of "him". The Goddess of Night, who was only one step away from her old self, sighed silently, and she thought of her old colleague who was staying outside the barrier and her original instructions.

Of course a dog will obey its master, but the cubs of the Dark Night Sequence are never dogs, even if they usually wag their tails and expose their bellies. The Dark Night Sequence is a demon wolf. When a wolf wants to catch up, who can stop him?

"It's not a good place out there."

He asked.

"Are you ready to die?"

"If it were the old days, I would have said at this time that Klein would not harm me."

Leonard said, he lowered his eyes and looked at his palm, in which he held a gold coin. That gold coin had guided him to the old dream countless times and led him out of it. He still remembered the blue of the planet under his feet when he saw it in Klein's dream, and he also remembered the words that Klein had only said to him once.

He said, there is no going back. Although he had a cold face and spoke more decisively than anyone else, Leonard inexplicably saw the red eyes of the little fortune teller.

He looked very sad, so sad that he was about to cry.

"I will try to survive."

Leonard assured the goddess.

"I won't hurt Klein."

43.

After that, Leonard quickly took the potion of the Servant of Secrets. After a brief "professional training on outer space combat" offered by Adam, Leonard walked into the battlefield where Klein was. Perhaps it was the will of the goddess that he was assigned to the side of the Black Emperor. When Klein's fellow countryman saw him, he gasped.

"Don't let anything happen to you." After the battle meeting, Emperor Roselle kept him and said to him earnestly, "If anything happens to you, I'm afraid Xiao Zhou will go crazy."

"Klein won't."

Leonard answered in one second. But Emperor Roselle just made a sound full of stories.

"...I'm leaving this out anyway. Remember to call me if you need anything. Anyway, don't say I didn't warn you."

At that time, Leonard was not yet confident that he would be chosen. He just nodded and thanked his half-idol for his kindness. He wanted to tell the Black Emperor that he had promised that he would not die. He would not hurt Klein. But he didn't know how to start.

How strange, Leonard thought. I clearly don't have the confidence that Klein will choose me, but I still believe that my death will be a harm to Klein.

At that time, they were all in a hurry. They didn't have time to talk before, let alone talk about the end of the world and human life. Leonard didn't move forward rashly, but he still fell into a trap and was on the verge of death.

44.

For some reason, at this moment, Leonard didn't think of Tingen or Backlund. He still thought of Klein's dream. Perhaps he had been in Klein's dream for too long and too many times, and Klein's hometown had become half of his hometown.

It was raining heavily in that dream, and the rain soon turned into heavy snow. On a snowy night, he knocked on Klein's door with a basket of strawberries. The programmer who opened the door was stunned when he saw him. Leonard cooperated and showed a pitiful expression. He raised the strawberry basket and shook his non-existent tail. He said, "I smell the smell of hot pot. The weather is so cold. Can you take me in for dinner?"

Klein looked at him in a daze, and could only nod and say "OK". So Leonard entered the room naturally. Klein took the strawberry basket from him. The washed strawberries were piled into two small hills on the plate. He placed a pile in front of each person, along with two bowls of oil.

Leonard sat across from him, and the demon wolf felt his tail wagging even more happily. He was a person who was easily satisfied. In the last dream, Klein, who had told him many times that he wanted to eat strawberries, gave him half of the strawberries, which made Leonard feel extremely satisfied. Perhaps it was because he was too obviously in a daze that even Klein couldn't help but ask him.

"what's on your mind?"

"you--"

He swallowed the rest of the sentence, his green eyes slowly blinking behind the steaming mist. Leonard looked out and picked up something at random.

"I mean, it's snowing."

"I rarely see such heavy snow." Zhou Mingrui said, he put a plate of tender meat slices into the pot, and suddenly he asked: "Do you know how snow is formed?"

"What?"

"...Snow is actually rain, and rain is actually water on the earth. They have not changed into something you cannot recognize. They just went to the sky, waiting for a breeze, a little coolness, and the right day."

Zhou Mingrui said slowly.

"When that day comes, they will land back on the unfamiliar earth in a strange form."

Leonard thought at that time, do you think so too? But he didn't ask. There is no need to ask some questions that you know the answer to. It was only today that he suddenly understood Klein's feelings.

He was falling rapidly, his dried-up spirituality and gradually numbing pain were changing. He could see his body gradually twisting and growing tentacles that were no different from the monsters he had killed... Before he fell into the barrier, his hand stopped at his heart.

He was just a little bit away from crushing his heart.

At this moment, Leonard suddenly thought, I am going to fall too.

I didn't do it. I clearly promised not to hurt him. I clearly promised not to die... If I fall, what will I become when I fall back into this world? Klein... will he still recognize me?

Leonard didn't know the answer, but he knew he had no time. He gritted his teeth, and the broken claws pierced through his broken ribs. Before touching the heart, he saw the person.

Someone was falling from the sky, and the huge curtain-like cloak left a long trail behind him. The light of the supernova flickered behind him, illuminating the eternally dark outer space as if it were daytime.

In a flash of light, Leonard saw those eyes again.

Those were a pair of amber eyes, reflecting his distorted outline.

45.

"Too many."

Pales' voice rang in his ears. The two sequences had no chance of winning against the Outer God's descendants that almost formed an ocean. Moreover, he was a seriously injured Time Worm. He could only warn Leonard.

"Next time, I may not be able to steal it in time before the attack arrives."

"I see."

"What are you thinking about?" Pales snapped. "Move! Do something!"

"I don't really like repeating stories, and I don't really want to hurt him again. I swore."

Surrounded by layers of despair, the besieged demon wolf turned back into human form, giving up the form of a mythical creature. He even gave up the secret realm that protected his body. He sighed and threw away his weapon. The sickle dripping with blood and life turned into stardust the moment it left his hand.

"Old man, close your eyes."

Suddenly, no one was sure who he was addressing, but after giving instructions to Pales, Leonard Mitchell opened his mouth.

"There are two things I think you should know."

He said that there was no beginning or end. The Outer Gods were not listeners, and the deadly attacks would not stop because of his words. Leonard did not even defend himself, he just stood there.

"First of all, Klein will not harm me. I have always believed this."

The tentacles pierced through his body but left no scars. Instead, it was as if they had pierced through some phantom, Leonard said just before the Outer God repeated its attack.

"The second thing is, based on the first thing, Klein is not very good at rejecting me—"

Along with his voice, something was changed, something was stolen, something appeared silently in the darkness behind him, and a gradually solidified figure floated in the air, with his arms around Leonard's neck from behind. The cloak fell like a curtain, and with his movements, it also covered Leonard's head. He put one arm around Leonard's neck and slowly covered his eyes with one hand.

In the silence, the being behind the curtain opened its eyes.

46.

The curtain enveloped him and enveloped him.

Leonard closed his eyes quietly, and the humanity that had been gradually disappearing before returned to him, filling him up to the point where he felt light and fluttery. It was as if he was about to fly up in the next second. The poet chuckled, closed his eyes, and raised his head slightly, as if waiting for a lover's kiss.

And in the place he chose not to look at, the palm that gently covered his eyes still had the warmth of a human being, but the back of the hand had already cracked into countless eyes.

In a place Leonard couldn't see, behind the human figure that looked so small under the curtain, countless tentacles emerged from it. They were like some disorderly expanding worms, and they occupied the entire starry sky in an instant. The invaders roared hoarsely, and they repeatedly attacked this strange sky, trying to find a ray of hope.

In the face of hopeless death, the Lord of Mysteries whispered.

He said:

"-Shh."

Then the world became quiet.

The sound of swallowing mixed with the sound of breaking, the sound that should not be transmitted in a vacuum flowed in the form of information. Soon, there were only two of them left in this airspace. Under their feet was a planet wrapped in a tattered barrier, and above their heads was a strange light that began to flow because of the Outer Gods' fear.

Time seems to stop at this second.

46.

Then let him stop at this moment.

Outside the barrier, the audience saluted the starry sky. The goddess of night put down her hands that were about to thicken the barrier, and her three pairs of hands were clasped in front of her chest and abdomen.

"Are you satisfied with the results of your test?"

He asked, Adam did not answer yes or no, He just stretched out his hand, and the goddess of night also raised her hand, and the feather pen flew into Adam's hand, shattered in an instant, and turned into a ball of light. Adam said softly.

"I'm willing to accept the loss."

Then, the goddess of night smiled.

47.

"Klein, are you okay?"

Some people are destined to be atmosphere destroyers. It didn't take long for Leonard to throw aside his previous angelic attitude. He raised his hand to touch his face, and of course, he touched the back of Klein's hand.

"I've been standing here for a long time—"

Only where he touched, the inhuman elements on the back of Klein's hand quickly receded. Feeling that he could still sleep in this position for a while longer, Klein angrily grabbed his neck with his other hand.

"If you are so afraid of trouble, why do you choose to be an undercover agent? Airborne soldiers are born to be surrounded, you know!"

"Okay, okay, I know I was wrong. I will listen to you next time."

"You apologized quickly, as if you would really do it."

"Yes, yes, can I open my eyes now?"

"Not yet."

Klein said fiercely. Leonard just smiled.

Leonard simply didn't open his eyes and let Klein lie on his back. The green-eyed angel carried his lover on his back and squeaked, "Klein, you are so light." Klein switched back to human form, and he carried him and started to say, "Klein, you are so heavy."

The two of them walked back like an ordinary couple, strolling leisurely. Klein's breath hit the back of Leonard's neck, and he couldn't help but shiver. Klein simply changed his posture and rested his chin on Leonard's shoulder.

In fact, to the demon wolf that was as big as a hill, what was light and what was heavy? Leonard didn't know the answer. The weight of the past was so light, and the weight of humans was so heavy. He only knew that he loved being with Klein, loved hugging Klein, and loved carrying Klein on his back.

Six thousand years later, the era he lived in, like Klein's hometown, had long since become a thing of the past. Even the names of his former friends and colleagues were lost in history, but Leonard had already accepted it.

He is like a snail, carrying the whole world he needs on his back. He walks on a long road. Every place is a foreign land, and every place is also his hometown.

Feng Ya has something to say: This chapter is 8500+, and one more chapter should be enough to finish the main text! It is so touching! Ya has held on to the last bottom line!!! Since the word count has exceeded the limit again, please support me.

This chapter finally contains the young couple showing off their coolness that I have always wanted to write about, but because Crow has been marinated by Jiangnan, the writing may not be in line with the mysterious style... Orz. Please don't delve into it, this is just a funny story, it's good enough.

Regarding the plot, in my opinion, although Xiao Ke returned to the second round at the maximum level, the gods are not the ones who will worship after seeing the mystery for a second. The Goddess of Night saw the connection between Klein and Leonard because of the same sequence, and the probability of upgrading to the Old One before the end of the world was not high, so she continued to bet decisively. Rather than trusting Klein, it is better to say that she believes in the future self who has placed the bet.

And Adam... Adam is more real. First of all, he can't see the traces of his future self accepting that there is no such thing. Secondly, even if he saw it, he would choose to try it himself first, so he opened a crack to test the quality of Klein and Leonard. (If a small amount of Outer God power that was specially released can't solve it, I feel that your mystery and future are also not good.jpg)

Anyway, part of the plot is mixed with all kinds of stupidity and nonsense, so please don't be too disgusted.

(5)

48.

On the second morning after Klein returned to Tingen, the Lord of Mysteries finally got his wish and slept in.

He slept until noon. In the sixth thousand years after the apocalypse, human footprints once again set foot on the starry sea. Klein had long been accustomed to his original body and human nature slacking off, leaving behind only the life of an overworked bug who was forced to work hard. As the saying goes, it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality. The old pillar who had been addicted to slacking off for thousands of years had long since left behind the busy life of working 24 hours a day and having new events every day. So even though his inspiration told Klein that a distinguished guest was coming, he still stubbornly buried his face in the side of another person's neck after waking up.

"Want to sleep a little longer?"

Leonard let Klein cling to him. As a top sleeper, he rarely needed sleep, but that didn't stop him from lying on the soft bed and cuddling his lover. With the passage of time, he had become a perfect sleeping companion and hug. Occasionally, he had to take on the task of pressing back Klein's tentacles when he was half asleep. Given that whenever he was present, Klein's tentacles would always cling to him first, this was not difficult to do.

"It will take three days for Lord Cecima to arrive in Tingen. Or is it your wish that he will be late?"

"...He's not the only one who's coming to visit."

Leonard blinked. He still maintained that habit. Once Klein or Pales was present, his mind would stop working instantly. The two people he placed all his trust and decision-making power in certainly had their own dissatisfaction. Unfortunately, the dripping water not only wore away their emotions that could make the onlookers anxious to death, but also Leonard's habits.

Klein had long given up on making demands on Leonard in this regard. If he really said it out loud, the poet would just look at him with his green eyes and say, "It's a hundred plus sweetness levels, so it's up to you to decide." But this time, his bad taste took over again.

"At least not this time. The goddess should be here soon."

——Teasing dogs is a fine tradition in my country since ancient times. Don't play if you don't like it.

In fact, the Goddess of Night could certainly reach most places on this earth in an instant, not to mention that Leonard and Klein were behind the Chanis Gate. Her arrival and the inspiration that Klein was inspired by were just a matter of courtesy. If the Lord of Mysteries was sitting on Sefirah Castle or the Kingdom of God, the doorbells of the latter two should be ringing now.

Klein had a good experience with the gods' unique habit of visiting each other, but Leonard, the demon wolf who was teased, felt his scalp tingling as he was about to be checked by his immediate superior. He almost jumped out of bed and picked up the clothes scattered on the sofa and the floor one by one. Obviously, some of them were no longer suitable to be worn.

"Can I make a wish?"

The Knight of Disaster, whose efforts had failed, looked at Klein for help. The latter slowly sat up and snapped his fingers. The Nighthawk's uniform covered Leonard's arm. Klein held his outstretched hand and stood up, and finally adjusted the cuffs of his dress.

"I will give you the gold coins as soon as I get my salary."

Leonard promised. He was obviously a little nervous, and Klein was actually nervous too. At this distance, the connection allowed the two of them to transmit their emotions to each other... Moreover, his personality was not composed of the lofty Lord of Mystery, but Klein and Zhou Mingrui... But the old-time clown was much more capable of pretending than Leonard. He extended his hand to the nervous poet.

"I also accept other payment methods."

Without thinking too much, the poet classmate held his hand. He took a step forward, and his other hand had already skillfully supported Klein's head and neck. His lips and tongues intertwined in the wetness, and then separated in a moment. The false door of the reception room created by miracle was knocked. Before retreating to a suitable position, Leonard's fingertips brushed the red corners of Klein's lips, wiping away the traces of wetness, and he laughed softly.

"——Thank you for your tolerance."

Actually, I meant to say hug, Klein thought. Leonard seems to have completely misunderstood what I meant. Never mind, let him get away with it.

49.

The coming of the Secret Mother was very quiet. She walked into the living room in an almost human manner. Leonard pulled out a high-back chair for her, and she even nodded slightly to express her gratitude. The red moon was placed on her knees like a handbag, and her six arms were crossed from her lower abdomen to her knees.

"I thought the Lord of Mysteries would prefer Sefirah Castle or the Kingdom of God."

"He" said this with a hint of laughter in his tone. The Goddess of Night's gaze swept across Leonard, who had habitually stood behind Klein during the conversation before the God. Klein then remembered that the goddess in front of him was not the one who had already compiled their wedding vows with Adam, which were thousands of years late.

The goddess six thousand years later - it should be said that the four returning home six thousand years later have become friends after a long battle where they can trust each other's backs and lives. There is an old tea party every week in the Dark Heaven. But the goddess at this time may not be happy to see her secret servant standing behind the master of mystery.

"That's the etiquette for treating gods."

Klein patted Leonard's hand that he subconsciously placed on his left shoulder. Leonard bowed slightly to his superior and quickly fled through the door that Klein opened for him in a panic. Only two gods were left in the reception room. Klein pulled out a complete set of bone china tea sets from the historical projection. The aroma of bergamot and the buttery aroma of snacks drifted in the air. He placed the freshly baked scones in the middle of the tea table.

"Honey or jam?"

"Butter, thank you."

Then, butter in a small dish was also invited. The goddess stretched out her hand, her fingertips passed through the handle of the teacup, and suddenly asked.

"Is this an early celebration?"

"Give me a break, I don't like vodka that much."

Klein said, and the goddess also laughed. She spoke slowly.

"Adam was pleased with the results He saw."

"That's great." Klein used a pair of tongs to put the third sugar cube into the teacup. "I am also very grateful for your trust and tolerance."

"It's a natural thing."

"It's not something that comes naturally to trust a Lord of Mysteries," Klein said. "I thought our reputation as a third-order group had long been completely overdrawn by our predecessors."

"No, you misunderstood." The goddess said gently. Her tone was gentle, but her words were far from that: "I don't believe in you, but I believe in my future self."

"...The blessing on Leonard?"

Klein was not surprised. He raised the teacup and tasted the familiar flavor. Nothing made him miss it more than the jasmine tea that he always had at home, but it was also more familiar than anything Klein had tasted.

"I don't think I'm generous enough to give the Beyonder characteristics of Sequence One to an angel who is not affiliated with me." The Goddess of Night spoke softly: "This is not a problem that can be solved by a simple transaction. I prefer to grasp all possibilities in my own hands. What's more, I didn't just give him the characteristics of the Knight of Disaster as a disguise."

"Thank you for your mercy."

Of course, Klein knew what the goddess was talking about. The connection between him and Leonard was not a marriage vow, but a choice made in a desperate situation... In order to prevent this connection from becoming the biggest flaw of the Lord of Mysteries, the gods were very worried. Since the Lord of Mysteries himself was a pillar of the past and was almost impeccable, all the care was placed on Leonard. So much so that if you really analyze it in detail, more than half of the gods now can smell a familiar smell on Leonard.

The Lord of Mysteries pointed at the stars on his chest. When he did so, he really looked like the little night watchman who would slowly grow up under the banner of the Church of Night as planned by the Goddess of Night. But more important than this recognition was the message revealed in the prayer gesture.

"——I think Lilith will be happy too."

Faced with such words, Klein could only smile awkwardly but politely. The joy and gratitude of that person were a little hard for him to handle. You know, six thousand years in the future, Mother Earth and Red Moon and Chick were also close friends in a sense.

The Goddess of Night certainly wouldn't misjudge Klein's embarrassment, not to mention that he didn't try to hide his embarrassment - just like he didn't try to hide the information from the future. She changed the subject with understanding.

"I think Mr. Klein Moretti wouldn't mind becoming a colleague of Mr. Leonard Mitchell and having a job in the Night Watch with a weekly salary of ten pounds?"

"certainly."

Klein made a sound that said, "If you say this, I won't be sleepy anymore." After a pause, he asked cautiously.

"Is this considered a benefit of being a Favored One?"

To be honest, he had no interest in Long Aotian showing off in front of his old friends. If possible, Klein would rather be a night watchman and live an ordinary yet extraordinary life with Tingen's colleagues until old age.

The only difference from the last time is that this time, Klein has the ability to choose his own destiny and the power to save everyone.

"No." The goddess did not disappoint him. Perhaps She was not interested in the life-winning drama of accepting the Lord of Mysteries as Her nominal follower. "I just helped you skip the probation period."

Klein once again pointed out a circle of stars on his chest and said sincerely.

"——Thank you for your mercy."

"You're welcome." The goddess was easy to talk to. She chuckled. "When you're settled, maybe you'd like to tell me a story about the future?"

"certainly."

Klein said solemnly:

"I promise, we will have a better future."

50.

Before ending this brief visit, the Goddess of Night spoke one last time.

"What should I call you?"

The Night Goddess asked.

"Klein Moretti, you can call me Klein."

"In that future?"

The Goddess of Night asked a different question. Klein blinked and smiled from the bottom of his heart.

"My name is Zhou Mingrui. If you want to keep it simple, you can just call me Zhou."

"OK."

The goddess whispered:

"Thank you for your hard work, Zhou."

51.

Zhou Mingrui is not a difficult person to understand.

On the contrary, the Lord of Mysteries from the future was a person who was too easy to understand. His desires and expectations were all revealed to Amanesis without any disguise. He even maintained a human-like form that was simply incomprehensible to the gods, and did not even mind exposing his most fatal weakness.

However, it might be the best outcome for the future of the Earth to have such a mysterious master, rather than that Heavenly Lord or anyone else. Amanesis strolled in his own kingdom of God, with the Deep Sleeping Flower swaying gently under the black veil. He thought: the evil deeds of the Three Weird Clan did not seem to have stained him at all, leaving him with an excess of humanity and conscience.

——A frozen look that I don't know whether to describe as pathetic or funny.

Since my future self has chosen to bet, how can I not stop him from choosing to lose?

Amanesis didn't know the answer, but he thought, maybe Zhou wouldn't mind telling me the answer. After all, he was really, really curious.

What kind of story is worthy of the blessing of an extremely self-centered speculator?

What kind of ally is he that is worthy of me going ALL IN on him in this chess game about doomsday and the future, and making a fortune from him?

Amanisis leaned over and picked up a white flower. Even though afternoon tea time had just passed, he was already looking forward to the next gathering.

——Maybe, next time, they wouldn't mind coming to the Dark Heaven?

52.

As soon as the Night Goddess left, Leonard's head popped out from the light gate.

"it's over?"

"it's over."

Leonard let out a long breath, and he pulled at his collar, unbuttoning it, revealing a small portion of his chest and a V-shape that was totally inconsistent with Loen customs. He walked out of the light gate, and did not forget to turn around and shout over there.

"Old man, do you want to have afternoon tea together?"

Klein pretended not to hear the old man's Quaternary curse words. Soon, Leonard returned to the Chanis Gate in a sullen manner.

"The old man still seems a little afraid of you."

"That's quite normal," Klein said seriously. "After all, to him, I defeated Amon and successfully became the Lord of Mysteries."

Not to mention the reputation of the three ghost families that people hate and the bad habits that have never improved since the beginning of Tianzun, just defeating Amon and collecting Sequence One and Uniqueness from a series of tough guys like Mr. Men Zaratul is already a terrible thing. For Pales who did not return from the first round, he may not understand the humanity of the gods, but he definitely understands what the power of the gods is.

"...Klein, what you said makes sense." Leonard said faintly, "I suddenly understand why the old man always goes on business trips after we complete the connection."

"Mr. Pales just needs a little time to accept it."

"Like six thousand years?"

Unlike Leonard, the annoying grandson who fiercely exposed the old man's underwear, Klein showed an awkward but polite smile. Leonard had no room to struggle in this matter - it was impossible for him not to be with Klein, so he could only hope that this old man would accept this extremely cruel reality for the people of the Fourth Epoch as soon as possible.

...At least don't spend another six thousand years.

"Want to sleep a little longer?"

Leonard asked, his green eyes sparkling in the stolen sunlight. Klein had already leaned back in his chair. Case solved. Klein struggled to resist the attraction of this 100% genuine injury and specialization, and he turned his head. The faceless man of the old days thought: This guy is not too dehumanized, he just wants to eat meat.

Indeed, the demon wolf is also a wolf, and even more so a mythical creature. Among mythical creatures, even sheep are out-and-out carnivores, not to mention wolves, which have nothing to do with vegetarianism and moderation.

Besides, even Klein himself often loses his self-control in the face of that strange attraction, let alone Leonard who has no self-control in this regard...

Let's do something serious, Mr. Poet. There is a world whose survival is at stake, along with a bunch of Outer Gods, waiting for us to resolve. Klein wanted to say this, but he didn't say it out loud, because he knew Leonard's answer without having to say it out loud - it was nothing more than looking at him with those green eyes and full of trust, and saying something like, "Klein, you are responsible for the arrangements, and I just need to follow your instructions."

It was fruitless to argue with a demon wolf that wanted to turn itself into an external single-core processor. Klein had long understood this truth. Fortunately, Leonard did not really lose his brain. He was just not willing to use it when there were people he trusted around... Klein's vests that fell to the ground one after another and the social deaths that followed fully proved that Leonard's keen sense of smell and flexible brain did not disappoint the goddess' inheritance from the top of the sequence... It seemed better to just forget about it.

"I won't give you the opportunity to live a dissolute life."

Klein said, and Leonard answered immediately.

"Without you, I wouldn't be able to be so promiscuous."

"...Don't always hit the ball straight in weird places!"

"I will try my best?"

Leonard made an uncertain sound and changed the subject to a safer one, to ensure that he could lie in bed tonight instead of sitting on the sofa, biting a pen and struggling with poetry on a piece of paper.

"Are you going to do anything?"

"yes."

"I can't follow you?"

Klein did not answer. Leonard gave him a hug with understanding. He pressed Klein into his arms tightly and then let go.

"I'll wait for you."

Klein raised his hand, and a top hat appeared out of thin air in his hand. He put it on his head.

"I will be back."

53.

"He's gone."

Pales' voice sounded, and there was something strange in the old man's tone.

"I think the task He left for you is not to continue to wipe out the Evil God Church?"

"I just need to wait for him to come back home."

Leonard said. The Time Worm stole the distance, and the shadow of the old man appeared opposite Leonard. He glanced at the teapot in Leonard's hand.

"Coffee, thank you."

"I'm not that forgetful."

Leonard replied, and what he poured from the teapot was indeed a dark brown drink, and Pales sneered.

"That's not necessarily the case. After all, your mind is really occupied by that person right now."

—so full that if time were to bring Leonard back to this point in time, Pales would be squeezed right out of his head.

"..."

Leonard was speechless. After all, he had been deeply parasitized by Pales. The old man had accompanied him through the most difficult time of his desire for revenge and provided him with countless help. The first thing he did after returning from the second round was to kick the old man out. It seemed inhumane in many ways. Faced with his guilty silence, Pales just snorted.

"I think that person wouldn't mind if you told me a story about the future?"

"I can't promise that I can tell you everything."

"I have no intention of eavesdropping on your majesties' chess games," Pales said. "I am old now. I only care about your story."

"...It's a long story."

"Leonard, you know, one of the benefits of being an angel is that you will have endless life until the day you are killed and devoured." Pales said, "Thanks to you, I don't have to worry about my life for the time being?"

"I know, old man. I was just wondering where to begin."

Leonard said that when he recalled that time, his expression did not have the tenderness that Pales had seen countless times before, nor was there any extra nostalgia. His humanity was still sufficient, but he showed a kind of sigh that only mythical creatures have, which can only be forged through a long period of time.

Only at this moment did Pales feel somewhat real about the six thousand years Leonard had mentioned before. It was only a moment, and the changes brought by the years disappeared instantly. Sitting opposite him was the midnight poet who could never button his collar properly and always made the old man worried. Leonard scratched his head.

"Let me think about where to start...it's a really long story, old man."

"snort."

"It's not a pleasant story either."

"Don't make me sound like a picky audience member who can only accept comedies."

Pales said dissatisfiedly, and after a pause, he added another sentence.

"——Besides, aren't you still sitting here?"

54.

On the lonely island forgotten by the world and time, the gate of the mausoleum slowly opened, and a black figure walked in the tomb passage, as freely as if strolling in a garden. He walked straight all the way, the door replaced the wall, and the smooth road replaced the crisis. It was not until the distorted shadow of the Black Emperor appeared in front of him that Klein stopped.

The mumbling sounded, but Klein's expression remained unchanged. He snapped his fingers, the pollution was stolen, the rules were fooled, and the residual soul of the Black Emperor, who was still mad just now, shuddered. He hesitantly cast his eyes at Klein.

"Secret?"

"I thought you would first carry out your oath to fight any fortune teller I see."

Klein responded in Chinese.

"That's for the natives, not for the fellow villagers." Huang Tao briefly forgot about the fortune teller's outrageous words and instead looked at Klein with great interest: "Fellow villager, what's your last name? What's your name? How old are you? Oh, fellow villager, I missed you so much!"

"stop."

Klein rejected Huang Tao's attempt to rush over and hug him.

"I'm Zhou Mingrui, or you can call me Klein. No need to hug, I have a partner."

"A good woman wouldn't mind a hug between men!"

Huang Tao opened his arms a little wider. Klein said coldly.

"My partner is also a man."

"..."

Emperor Roselle was silent. The tough guy who once wrote "The taste of witches is really good" asked in a low voice after a brief contemplation.

"Witch?"

Klein shook his head.

"Hunter Sister Sequence 4?"

Klein continued to shake his head. Huang Tao lowered his arms and uttered a loud and clear national quintessence.

"——Fuck, there is one!"

After a brief silence, Huang Tao wiped his face.

"It's okay to be gay. It's not like I haven't been to Chengdu before. We are now in an era where sexual orientation is equal... Can my fellow countryman Rune give you a marriage certificate? Do you want to come to Intis?"

Klein was silent as well. He was recalling whether he had fooled Huang Tao's humanity when he stole the pollution. The cats and bugs said that they did not do any extra work... The case was solved. Huang Tao was originally a comedian! His later performance was not what he said, that he was a ghost in the grave and became mentally abnormal after being suppressed for a long time. It was completely his true character performance!

55.

"You have preserved your humanity quite well."

Klein made a sound he had never expected. If he had known this, Huang Tao would have been arrested and forced to work the second he returned to this time. Huang Tao laughed.

"Same here—you're younger than me, right? I'm [--] years older." After Klein nodded, he said generously, "Then I'll call you Xiao Zhou. Xiao Zhou, you're doing really well. How did you do it? Do you have any secret recipe?"

"You can't do that. You need a lover."

"This is the only thing I never lack..."

When Emperor Roselle saw the familiar paper that Klein took out and his own scribbles, he went from being proud and puffed out his chest to sweating profusely in a second.

"Don't stare at me. I was just joking. To be honest, my friend, I didn't realize you were such a romantic."

"Thanks to you for pointing it out?"

"What? Have I ever done something so unfavorable to myself?"

The Black Emperor looked as if the sky had fallen. Roselle, who was neither a good man nor someone who wanted to play the role of a caring older brother, had no idea when he had assisted. Thinking of what he had said, Klein explained it to him.

"In the future."

"Time traveler? Multi-game warrior? RE0? The Lord of Mysteries really has this function."

"I don't fully understand it either." Klein said, "Maybe it was just an accident."

"Then I really have to thank my future self for the great favor... I mean the great kindness."

Huang Tao muttered and asked impatiently.

"Beibei - my daughter, you know me - how is she?"

"I was ready to attack the Hidden Sage if you hadn't stopped me."

"Is Steam Dead?"

"Does changing the name to Human Alliance Optical Brain Center count?"

"How the hell can he still survive to the interstellar? No, fellow countryman, how many years later did you travel back? Shouldn't your Lord of Mysteries be nerfed for being so imba???" Huang Tao hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "In the future, Bernadette and Bonova... have they forgiven me?"

"Why don't you ask them yourself about this kind of thing?"

Klein said, ignoring the fact that Huang Tao's eyes lit up for a moment.

"Is there anything else you want to know? This is a one-time secret giveaway. Huicheng will give you one gold coin for each piece of information you have."

"Yes, yes."

The Black Emperor waved his hand, and without even looking at them, he sent a handful of gold, silver, and jewelry to Klein. Fully demonstrating the essence of a former Long Aotian who was not short of money, Emperor Roselle looked at Klein with a fiery, expectant gaze. Klein was very familiar with that gaze, which he had seen countless times in the old days, a gaze full of desire for gossip.

"How did my future self become a wingman? Tell me slowly and in detail! If that's not enough, I have more!"

56.

Ten minutes later, Klein, who was sitting on the high grave with Huang Tao, woodenly pulled out the potato chips and melon seeds from the historical projection. Huang Tao, who was sitting next to him, made an extremely happy sound. He tore open the second bag of cucumber-flavored LeX potato chips and even took the time to lick the seasoning on his fingers.

"Yes, yes, that's it. I've been thinking about it for years. Xiao Zhou, I've prepared everything. Where's your story?"

What story? Klein was a little dazed. All the things were ready. Why not send them to the Black Emperor to meet Salinger now?

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57.

In that future, Huang Tao was not obsessed with gossip. The end of the world was imminent, and no one had time to spend their days lazily. The Black Emperor survived the chaotic resurrection with difficulty, until the Lord of Mystery gave the Mother Tree of Desire a good beating in outer space, and then he regained his consciousness with difficulty. Then he got rid of the pollution and resurrected again... After completing the whole set of procedures, the Black Emperor was quickly arranged to be an anchor point of the church as soon as he ascended the throne, and then went straight to the starry sky battlefield.

"I feel like a stuffed duck. You guys are using a funnel to pour food into my mouth." After receiving the packaged tips on fighting the Outer Gods, the Black Emperor couldn't help but complain: "Now that the duck is fat, it's time to drag it out and kill it."

"You have been fishing for so long before." The Lord of Mysteries said, "Did I say anything about my three years as a True God and five years as an Old One?"

When He said this, His tone was calm, as calm as the legendary innate iceberg. The Black Emperor tried not to turn his head away. He didn't like Klein's eyes. The descendants of Yanhuang had black hair and black pupils, but those dull black pupils didn't bring him any sense of intimacy. They only reminded the Black Emperor of his hometown.

No matter how beautiful my hometown is, when it is associated with the words "I can't go back", all that is left is despair.

"——Wu San is amazing. We all use Wang Houxiong in our hometown."

The Black Emperor touched his nose and asked.

"Xiao Zhou, do you think we will win?"

"It's a guaranteed win."

"Isn't that unlucky? Forget it. I'm a god now, so I'd better not be so superstitious."

Huang Tao asked again after saying this nonsense.

"Zhou, wait... wait until this Earth Defense War is over, what do you want to do?"

"I want to go home."

"Speak realistically, don't talk about such sad things." The hand that was touching his nose slipped, "The past is the past. How are you doing in this world, I mean, in this era? Is there no one waiting for you?"

There was a long silence after that. The Black Emperor thought that his fellow countryman might have fallen asleep again, or that his humanity was not enough to support him to make such an answer. Just as he was about to pack up and rush to the universe to fight the monsters and witness the three-part universe and seven-part enemies, he heard Zhou Mingrui's voice.

"--some."

At that time, Huang Tao suddenly became curious about the story of his fellow villager. He suddenly wanted to know who was waiting for Zhou Mingrui. Who would wait for a mysterious master, knowing that he would use a long sleep and madness to fight against the erosion of the Heavenly Lord?

Even with his arrogance back then, he never thought that Bernadette would wait for him. Even his own children were like this, and the parents in this world were not worth pouring emotions into... Who would wait for him?

"But I already told him not to wait."

They were speaking Chinese. Huang Tao couldn't tell what gender this person was. It could be the one with the roof. After all, in this crazy world, it seemed that sealed objects were much more reliable than humans and mythical creatures... The Black Emperor couldn't help but say something.

"Is he still waiting?"

Zhou Mingrui did not answer.

58.

Gossip is always the second source of motivation for humans, the first being laziness. Under the influence of the two, the Black Emperor soon heard some stories. What about stars, what about poetry, what about old colleagues, what about the demon wolf of the Black Night family.

Huang Tao was shocked at that time. As a scumbag who was used to Long Aotian's harem, he really needed some time to accept that it was not only the Earl of Champagne who wanted to meet men, but also the Wolf of the Night Family. As the person who was targeted, Zhou Mingrui was obviously different from the complete disgust and shock he had when he was young.

The Black Emperor was shocked by the new era. When faced with gossip, he turned around awkwardly and walked towards the starry sky. But when he walked into the starry sky, he saw Zhou Mingrui and his eyes that were so dark that they could not reflect any light, and he felt that gender was really irrelevant.

As long as Xiao Zhou can be pulled out... who he is, what gender he is, whether he is an indigenous person or an old resident, what does it matter? There is only one person who can make Xiao Zhou say "yes". Huang Tao, who claims to be the conjugate father of Zhou Mingrui, thinks that his son's recovery is more important than anything else - even if anyone's love can be a good medicine to cure Xiao Zhou, who dares to fall in love with the Lord of Mystery? Is the chief guest of the starry sky version of If You Are the One the Mother Tree of Desire?

For a long time, Huang Tao had only a stereotyped impression of that "star". He thought that when he had time, he would definitely take a good look at the brother's partner, but he never had the time. Until that day, Amanesis brought a Sequence 2 Secret Servant up and stuffed him into the battle line he was responsible for.

"The Church of Darkness has such a newcomer?" The Black Emperor was greatly shocked: "How come I didn't know about this?"

"You know it."

"ah?"

"You've heard of him. He's 'The Star.'

The Black Emperor uttered an "Ah?" sound, and the Night Goddess was too lazy to talk to him and disappeared quickly. Huang Tao had no choice but to continue the training work and arrange the lineup step by step... The energy and vision of the gods allowed him to have enough spare energy to observe this legendary star.

It doesn't seem to fit my stereotype of Chengdu men, the Black Emperor thought: It doesn't seem to fit my stereotype of British men either. British men should at least have curly hair or a Mediterranean style, and wear a shirt and tie with the first button buttoned up, and a black umbrella.

The Black Emperor's mind drifted away eight hundred stories in an instant, but in his vision, the blessing from the Lord of Mystery was real. The blessing, which was limited and hidden and visible only to the gods of his own side, surrounded the angel of the Night Family, so dense that it almost condensed into a solid. When Huang Tao saw it for the first time, he almost went up to him and patted his shoulder and said, "Xiao Zhou, are you done?"

I didn't expect Xiao Zhou to like this, Huang Tao thought.

This APP should start at 18 at least. I wonder if it can reach 19 after adding mythical creatures. At 20, I only recognize witches, goddesses of beauty, and Beibei. Huang Tao thought.

When the combat meeting was over, Huang Tao walked over and patted the shoulder of Mr. Xingxing, who looked more like a poet than a Servant of Secrets - he even looked quite melancholy.

"Please don't let anything happen to you."

He said.

59.

Then, Huang Tao started to speak badly.

Fortunately, Zhou Mingrui probably put an eye on his "star", and the Lord of Mystery arrived in time. But nothing is without consequences, not to mention that this is a battlefield facing the outer gods.

"The best option is to leave the starry sky. To be more precise, he'd better leave all battles that may involve pollution."

Lilith, who served as the attending physician, said that when she said these words, she did not look at the patient, nor at the false human figure of the Lord of Mystery who was sitting beside her and looked more like a dead man than the injured person, but at Adam who was holding the cross in his hand, and the latter nodded silently.

"We all think so."

Amanesis sighed and lowered his eyes.

"Leonard Mitchell, what do you say?"

"...I understand, Goddess." In front of all the gods, the wounded man with his eyes downcast said softly: "This is the best ending, isn't it?"

"You are not the only one we lost this time." Adam said in a gentle tone: "There are still things I need to take care of. I will leave first."

"No."

The room without a god still seemed so crowded, even though it was not a normal space, even though the room was filled with mythical creatures that were not even human. But it was still heavy, so heavy that it made it impossible to even maintain a false, meaningless breath.

"Is this what you really mean?"

The Night Goddess asked, She remained calm.

"I am already much luckier than others, so I shouldn't cause any more trouble for anyone next time."

Leonard whispered. He looked down and saw only his hands covered with gilded fabric. He guessed that it was probably some kind of bandage of the level of a true god. For some reason, Leonard suddenly felt like laughing. He thought of the time when the old man came back to see him before he went to the starry sky. That time, Pales said to him, kid, you are very lucky, so don't be too greedy, otherwise you will easily become unfortunate.

Klein was still silent, and the Lord of Mysteries was still silent. Leonard subconsciously wanted to touch the gold coin that he always kept on his chest, but he touched nothing. Perhaps Klein used it as a medium or something else when he saved him. He then remembered that he had not thanked Him yet.

"——Thank you, Mr. Fool."

What answered him was not the ethereal voice of the god, but the thump of a chair falling to the ground.

60.

"Xiao Zhou, Xiao Zhou, wait for me!"

Huang Tao chased after Klein. He tried several times but failed to get in front of Klein, so he had to raise his voice.

"——It's not over yet!"

"I will issue a relevant oracle." Zhou Mingrui said, "The Church of Fools will cooperate with the subsequent resettlement work."

"That's not what I came to tell you."

"I respect Leonard's personal opinion."

"I didn't ask you to respect his opinion." The Black Emperor cursed: "I'm talking to you, Zhou Mingrui! I'm talking to you! Can you hear me?"

"...Is there any difference?"

"Is there no difference?"

The Black Emperor asked back.

"Is this what you want? He won't catch up with you anymore. He doesn't have the ability to catch up with you anymore. He has to accept the happy and peaceful life of an ordinary person that you arranged for him. Will you feel better about it? Brother, you have to face him, right?"

"..."

"You have to turn back, Xiao Zhou." Huang Tao asked softly: "Now that you turn back, there is no longer that person who is desperately trying to catch up with you... Don't you feel like something is missing?"

"Then what can I do?" Zhou Mingrui asked, his tone was also very calm: "How many times can a person get away with it, and how many times can I rush over? Must we wait until the day when he dies in a place where I can't see him?"

"If he goes back, won't the result be the same? You see, you still matter." Huang Tao said, "Tell him, Xiao Zhou. Just tell him this. I haven't known Mr. Mitchell for a long time, but even I can see that what he needs is not to be excluded from disputes, nor the protection you think. He just needs you to talk to him."

"He's the kind of person who looks at you like that. If you talk to him, believe it or not, even if you tell him to die, he'll happily go."

Huang Tao spoke faster and faster.

"Before you went to bed, you left a message asking him to write a poem. I know you were joking. Bernadette told me your story - but he has been away from the Midnight Poets for many years. Poetry has never been his hobby. The red gloves who wrote poems for so many years, even promoted to an angel, are still conscientiously biting the pen every day to think about how to write poems for you because of your joke."

"..."

"Is it really poetry you want, Xiao Zhou?"

Huang Tao pressed Zhou Mingrui's shoulder. For the first time, when he made this move, the Lord of Mystery did not disappear into a group of worms. He spoke to his fellow villager word by word.

"When you pulled me out, you told me that I should have talked to Beibei properly. Now, I want to say this to you, Xiao Zhou."

"Xiao Zhou, no one is born a savior, and no one is destined to be the victim with nothing. You have come to this position, you deserve more ambition."

"...Say I should start a war of gods to kill all of you assholes?"

The Lord of Mystery spewed out completely emotional swear words. However, the Black Emperor laughed, and Huang Tao patted his shoulder heavily.

"For example, you should tell your green-eyed poet that you need him. Although you are a god, a pillar of the past, and an existence that no one can understand, you still hope that he will treat you like Klein and Zhou Mingrui did in the past. You hope that he can always look at you like this and always hold you like this."

"You are also a god, Huang Tao. You know this is meaningless." Zhou Mingrui whispered, "We will all face the madness alone. This is not some hot-blooded manga that can be completed by gathering love and bond."

"How can it be meaningless?" Huang Tao laughed: "It may not be meaningful to the Lord of Mysteries. But to the Zhou Mingrui I know, it is very meaningful! Xiao Zhou, the end of the world will always pass, and the world will always be peaceful. You see, you have become the Lord of Mysteries, and you don't need to fight monsters to level up anymore - so, Xiao Zhou!"

"——Although it's a little late, it's still a little early. But, go enjoy a brand new life, Xiao Zhou, live the life you want to live, and love the person you want to love."

——Now, we all have the qualifications and time to be whoever we want to be.

61.

Don't miss it again. In a person's life, no matter how long it is like a god or as short as a mayfly, the people you can meet, the fate you can meet, and your luck are all limited.

Don't miss it, if you miss it... you will never find it again.

62.

When the chair fell to the ground, Leonard's first reaction was to reach out.

He stretched out his hand but couldn't hold anything, but he still wanted to reach out. It was like he had known that both the Fool and the Lord of Mysteries were just parts of Klein, and Klein was just a part of Him, but he couldn't help but wag his tail in front of him. It was like he knew that the evil god was dangerous, but he still repeated the words "Klein would not harm me" under the old man's disapproving gaze. It was like -

Just like now, Leonard finally understood that perhaps the best choice was to obey the arrangements, to obey Klein's arrangements from the beginning, not to chase, not to wait, to live his own life, to write poems to fill the gap, until the day when he could no longer write anything. But he still caught up.

Leonard had already caught up. He had seen the hometown in his dreams, he had learned how to steam rice, he had tasted the flavor of butter in a pot, and he had even waited for Klein to wake up.

But now, Leonard has to go back.

Go back... where to? Tingen? Leonard had no idea. He didn't know the answer. He pondered over it, but couldn't figure it out. Before he could get an answer that would evade himself, Leonard heard footsteps.

He had been absent for too long, but he never felt unfamiliar with the footsteps. After just a few footsteps, he could tell who was walking towards him. Leonard raised his head suddenly, and at this moment he even forgot the rule of not looking directly at gods - but it didn't matter, because he was not looking directly at any god.

What he saw was Klein. Zhou Mingrui's outline and Klein's eyebrows and eyes were mixed in one face. Reality and the long dream of the past were intertwined. This was a brand new face that Leonard had never seen before, but he did not feel strange at all.

Leonard could only hear his own heartbeat. He could hear his heart beating wildly. He didn't even dare to speak, for fear of making a sound. He didn't even dare to move his eyes. He just thought. He thought, is that what he thought?

In the silence, Klein opened his mouth. He hesitated for a long time, biting his lips all the way to his teeth, but he just couldn't say anything. Leonard thought he wouldn't say anything, and he even thought that this was enough - but he finally waited.

He heard Klein's voice. Klein asked him, softly and slowly.

"Can you regret it?"

63.

"So, this is the solution you came up with when you had no other options?"

Although the whole story was incredible to Pales, when he realized that this kind of damn link was actually like this, Pales couldn't help but become the same emoticon package as the elderly, subways, and mobile phones in the new century. Facing the old man's difficult greeting to the gods' rationality and intelligence, Leonard coughed.

"Well, it was mainly because I wanted to meet all the requirements, and there weren't many options at the time."

In that protracted war, the Outer Gods had already understood that directly killing the angels would not tilt the victory in their direction. After the pollution was removed, the extraordinary properties could be used again as magic potions. This was not good news for them. So, in the struggle, they found a new solution.

It was a mixed contamination method with many restrictions. It was a kind of blessing, which was only effective for sequence one and two. Once the extraordinary power was given up, its host could obtain a pure blessing without the contamination of the outer gods. This contamination had blocked several true gods and forced several angels to return to Earth to retire. But everyone knew that its solution was very simple.

——If only I could become a god.

As long as you become a god, pollution and blessings will go with the wind, and all problems will be solved. The whispers of the outer gods surround everyone's ears, and they are laughing.

[This is a path to God. Anyone has the opportunity to reach the top, right?]

Malicious whispers mixed with loving blessings swirled together, just like his colleagues who were forced to retreat into the barrier before. Leonard claimed that he had no greed to betray his faith, nor did he expect to become a god. The best choice he could make was to accept this reality, return to Earth, and live a simple and rich life under protection. The transformed blessing gave him the same long life as when he was an angel. If he was lucky, he could wait until the war was over and Klein returned to this land to see him again.

But Klein stopped him.

The Lord of Mysteries, who always put himself in a sacrificial position, turned around and grabbed Leonard. His decision was so abrupt that Adam asked to check his condition first to make sure it was not the top one... With his insistence, they finally found a solution.

——The simplest, yet most complicated solution that requires no sacrifice, yet also requires the greatest sacrifice.

64.

"At that time, Klein and his companions had just killed an Outer God and plundered His power. And His power was also very simple..."

"Let me guess, it's a link?"

"No, that's actually a lie, or rather, the link is just a byproduct for easier understanding." Leonard said, "His authority is a mirror. In terms of actual application, the biggest part left is replacement."

"...Is it the replacement I was thinking of?"

Pales suddenly felt a little suffocated. Leonard nodded, and without hope, he asked again.

"Is it a replacement in terms of various levels, meanings, and powers?"

"That's about it." Leonard said, "So the pollution problem has been solved. Klein lent me the Lord of Mysteries' status."

He said it easily, but Pales had already completely understood the problem behind this link - who would have thought that a watered-down Sequence One of the Night Family could be promoted to the Lord of Mysteries at any time! Even in the old days when there were still oaths of marriage by gods, it was not so exaggerated! !

That guy is really not afraid that Leonard won't return the favor...

——This is the Lord of Mysteries, the status and power of the Pillar of the Olden Days!

"...So? Then what?"

"So, this is what happened."

Leonard raised his arm, his palm facing up, his upper arm pressed against his body, making a gesture similar to an invitation and acceptance. It was just such a simple gesture, without ceremony or prayer, an arm was outlined out of thin air, and a human figure took shape in an instant. Before the accompanying curtain emerged, Leonard turned his hand over first.

As if violating the iron rule of cat's paw being on top, the cat-worm and the mysterious lord who was about to be pulled over by Leonard's simple action disappeared instantly, leaving only Pallez who subconsciously lowered his eyebrows and made a respectful gesture, and Leonard who acted as if nothing had happened.

"——What I see in the mirror will always be Klein, just like he can only see me in the mirror. He keeps my humanity, just like I keep all of him."

65.

"One last question. At that time, did you really want to give up?"

Pales asked, and Leonard blurted out the answer without hesitation.

"——How is that possible! I just don't want him to worry about me anymore. It wasn't until that time that I was sure that my life was really important to him, okay?"

"snort."

Should we say it was an expected answer, or an unexpected development? Pales exhaled heavily from his nose.

"...Fools have good fortune."

Pales had nothing more to say. This was indeed a miracle that only the two of them could accomplish. Klein believed in Leonard's persistence and love more than he did, and Leonard believed in his protection and kindness more than Klein did. The authority of the past was as light as dust to them, just a ferry to the other side, far less important than holding each other's hands.

"It's not that exaggerated. Although I have always believed in Klein, to be honest, now that we have come to this point, I don't believe in myself that much." Leonard added: "Can I really keep going and not let Klein down? I'm not sure. I know we both have the right to reset each other's timing, but I'm afraid Klein will be sad."

Pales was too lazy to marvel at Leonard's amazing wisdom. He just wanted to ask Leonard if he was interested in changing his destiny. I feel you have much more potential than those mercury snakes... Oh, he can't change now.

"So what did you do again?"

"I didn't do anything. I just suggested to Klein that I take back the power I had to reset him. I told him that I trusted him very much and that I didn't think it was necessary. I thought it would be better for him to make the decision for me directly... But Klein said to me."

At that time, Leonard had actually realized that his old life was as long as the end of the universe. He did not regret his decision, but was only worried that he would change over a long period of time. From this perspective, he was even grateful for this small side effect: If my departure would hurt you, then make sure I can't leave you, and you can always let me return to the state you like.

"He said, I'm not you. I don't trust Klein that much."

66.

"It's like a fairy tale."

In the Dark Kingdom, after hearing the story, the Goddess of Night let out a long sigh. She commented. Klein smiled awkwardly.

"I remember the fairy tales in Europe, but they weren't good things about truth, goodness and beauty?"

"That's true," said the Goddess of Night. She then changed the subject: "But the so-called amber itself, stripped of its eternal romance, is not something worth celebrating."

"...You are still as sharp as ever." Klein laughed and frankly admitted the problem: "Indeed, just like real amber, what is wrapped must be a dead body. The connection that can be achieved through various methods also brings unsolvable problems at the moment of creating amber."

——That is, amber can only wrap dead things. No matter how lush or lifelike it looks, it cannot change its essence.

Beneath the sweet color of amber lies the time that never flows.

"People are not frozen. They grow, change, and regret. No matter how unacceptable such facts are, humans are like this. It is precisely because of this that persistence in twists and turns is so valuable." Amanesis said slowly, "But you gave up the future and the possibility. You froze yourself in this second and didn't give yourself a chance to go back... Is this human nature, or a specimen of human nature?"

Of course, Klein could understand her question: Just like the vampires in old novels who eventually went crazy in eternal life. With no room to turn back, and their choices fixed to the end, could they really tell whether their persistence came from their inner expectations or from the inertia of having no choice?

"I'm not a philosopher."

Klein answered.

"At that time, there was no choice. I certainly knew there were problems, but I had no choice."

He said softly, yet firmly.

"Just this once, just this once, Amani, I don't want to let go."

"Then don't let go."

Amanesis said. He raised his head slightly and saw the same red moon. After seeing it for a long time, he even got used to it. In the future, would he miss this ominous red moon that had accompanied him for thousands of years? Amanesis didn't know the answer. But he knew -

"This is a crazy world. We are all just poor creatures struggling to survive in this crazy world... In the torrent, the only thing insects can do is to grab what they want."

67.

"One last question. Even if you have all realized it, how can you be sure that what you see is the truest version of him and that you understand all of him?" Amanesis put down his teacup. "Human nature is something that can deviate by a tiny difference in the source, and by the end point, it can be tens of thousands of miles away."

"It depends on time."

"I thought that what we lack most in the face of doomsday is time."

Amanesis said so, and Klein let out a short laugh. He did not answer the question directly, but instead uttered an ancient word.

"Have you ever heard the story of dripping water wearing away a stone?"

"You haven't heard of it? That's okay, you should know similar stories. Of course, it doesn't matter even if you don't know, because everyone has seen water and stone. Water is a very soft thing, especially a drop of water dripping slowly. It can't affect anything and can't create anything. Stone is so hard that even if you hit it with a human bone, it can only leave a little white mark that disappears quickly."

"But even just dripping water can leave its own shape on the stone."

"Really, as long as... you hold on long enough."

68.

Three months in reality was not enough, and thirty years was not enough either, but what if we add dreams? In that long dream that seemed endless, where even time and space were blurred, Leonard had walked in front of Klein countless times. From the beginning, a greeting forced Klein to kick him out to prevent Tianzun from noticing, to the two of them drifting together through long dreams one after another.

Leonard has gone back and forth countless times in the old dreams of the Lord of Mysteries. He has seen all the lives and choices of Klein and Zhou Mingrui. He knows better than Klein what choices and reactions he will make.

Leonard was not the only one who stayed in the dream. He had appeared in the dream countless times, so Klein also had countless dreams about Leonard. In every dream, Leonard walked in front of him, and he was reflected in his amber eyes. After countless times, he finally left an eternal mark.

Just like fake artificial amber, the only thing that flourishes is the reflection within it, and therefore it is priceless because of the reflection within it.

69.

At the end of this story, the goddess of night laughed.

"I have never loved anyone, nor have I ever felt this way, but I respect your choice. Zhou, you deserve everything you want. I just want to ask you again the question I will definitely ask you in the future - do you know what this connection means? It means that when you are pruning him, he is also pruning you. It means that once Leonard has any greed, or when you and I are no longer on the same side, 'Leonard' will replace you and become the new Lord of Mysteries."

In another corner of the world, in Tingen's room, Pales asked finally.

"I'll ask you one last time. Do you know what this means? It means that while you are a monster whose humanity and self are constantly being consumed, you have put a real 'person' into your body. If that person has any ideas, you will become another puppet of his in an instant. And you will not have any room to resist - you may not even know whether this has happened."

Leonard just smiled. On the other side of the goddess, Klein also smiled. In different spaces, on earth and in the human world, facing different people and gods, they asked in unison.

"Why should I worry?

"That's Klein." "That's Leonard."

"Besides, even so... Leonard and Klein will be together forever, right?"

70.

It was already evening when Leonard returned home. He took off his coat and casually draped it over his arm. The not-so-small living room seemed extremely crowded at the moment. Cats and bugs filled every corner of the room in a way that normal people couldn't do. They formed different groups, two or three of them rolled up black feather pens or paper together, writing documents that Leonard felt like the atmosphere of class was coming back when he looked at it for a second.

He walked straight past the house full of cats and bugs and went up the stairs to the second floor. Hermann brushed past him and nodded slightly. Merlin sat on the handrail, whistling, and slowly assembled an automatic wishing machine that was even more broken than the one Leonard had seen before. The establishment of the Church of Fools had been put on the agenda by the gods, and the Lord of Mysteries had to go back to work.

The good news is that although the tasks have not been significantly reduced compared to the previous round, as the Lord of Mysteries, Klein can now control more puppets and do more work at the same time... Well, this is bad news.

Leonard greeted Klein and others who were busy with various things, and walked briskly to the master bedroom. The Lord of Mysteries was still in the same posture as when he left in the morning, sitting on a high-backed chair with a brocade surface by the window.

"You didn't go to work today." Leonard said, "You missed a Sequence 9 potion."

"Sherlock needs to supplement his extraordinary characteristics," Klein said. He still maintained that posture, and his voice was even a little ethereal. "After drinking the potion, he switched shifts with Dawn and went to Backlund."

"Have you worked hard?" Leonard hung his coat on the hanger and said casually, "News has come from the Holy Temple. According to your request, the name of the new god they recognize is The Fool instead of The Secret."

"Adam told me that."

"That's good." Leonard touched his wrist. He was still a little uncomfortable with the days without the red gloves to take off. "You seem to be very busy recently... Will it affect Adam's plan if I deal with Sharon?"

Klein shook his head. Leonard could guess that what he wanted to express was not "no", but "it doesn't matter". The poet, who was always very active, decided to visit the cultists in Tingen one by one with a sickle tomorrow. Just as he was thinking about whether he could pass by the dessert shop recommended to him by Cornley on this trip, he heard Klein's voice.

"——Leonard."

Klein said suddenly.

"If you need me to do anything, you can tell me."

Leonard paused, then leaned down and knelt on one knee in front of the high-back chair where Klein was sitting. The latter lowered his head and looked at him. Leonard raised his head and met those amber eyes again. His eyes were filled with his figure.

"You are wrong, Klein."

He whispered.

"Klein, that's not the case. It's not that I need you to do anything. It's that you want to do this with me. You are a very nostalgic person. You would want to do this. You want to help those people, whether they are your friends or strangers."

"..."

Klein was silent for a while. He seemed to be thinking seriously, but also seemed too tired to think about anything. After a long while, he said.

"I'm so sleepy, Leonard, I hear a lot of voices... What was it like when I treated my friends? I can't remember clearly... Can you tell me."

Leonard didn't say anything. He raised his hand, and his fingers gently shuttled through the soft black hair, pressing the back of Klein's head. The Lord of Mysteries lowered his head obediently, and he gently kissed those green eyes. The moment his lips and tongue touched the green, the memories stored in another body surged up with a vivid touch, and instantly passed through his whole body.

After a long silence, Klein moved his lips away in an almost embarrassed manner, and He turned back into himself. The young fortune teller's eyes drifted away, but soon regained their focus. Klein raised his hand and swiped a few times casually. Several screens unfolded, filled with various records.

It's all about the past, a record of the past.

"Let me check the record first... Leonard, can you please stop laughing on my knees!!!"

71.

The year when the Church of Fools officially appeared in the eyes of the world, the story of the wandering magician had traveled to many places along with his automatic wishing machine. Whenever someone asked about the emerald ring on the magician's ring finger, the magician would always bypass gold and silver, tsavorite and beryl, and seriously sell amber.

He sells Amway very seriously, but he always fails to get to the point.

"Do you know Amber?"

"Amber was not a gemstone at first. It was just the blood of a tree that fell to the ground and slowly became dusty. After hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of years, it finally turned into amber. Because of this reason, amber is also the best gemstone to imitate after the development of technology. People can use new methods to copy the traces of time and make the same fake."

"Yes, amber can be easily imitated, and it is difficult to distinguish between real and fake gems. Until the end of the Sixth Century, jewelers found it difficult to distinguish the authenticity of amber, which eventually led to the near collapse of the amber market -"

"But there are differences between amber and amber. People use the simplest way to judge whether amber is real or fake: what is wrapped inside it."

"Yes, the value of amber does not come from itself, but from the phantoms of the past that it preserves."

72.

Hello, I am Leonard Mitchell. Please do not call me "He", and please ignore the terms such as Knight of Disaster, Archbishop of Night, etc.

I am his amber and his mirror.

END

2025/01/18

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