Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

Chapter 632: Unsolved Doubts

"Things seem to be more troublesome than I thought..."

Amon tapped the edge of his lens, a look of intriguing thought on his face.

Esther shuddered subconsciously. She had a very uncomfortable premonition. Although it could not be said to be a warning of a crisis, she always felt extremely uneasy since a certain point in the past.

So the moment she heard Amon's words, Esther's instinctive reaction was: "What bad things are you thinking of again!?"

Amon said calmly: "It's not me, it's Adam."

Hearing “Him” say this name so frankly, Klein felt uneasy. Amon had not called this “audience member” by his name so bluntly before, probably because he wanted to avoid attracting attention. But now Amon deliberately said it out loud...

Klein had to agree with Esther. Amon must be thinking of some trick again, planning to set a trap for the two of them.

Amon tilted his head to think for a moment before he smiled joyfully: "Now it seems that His meaning is very clear. The decision on this matter is entirely up to me. In this case, I will give you the third clue."

"Wait! Where's the second clue?"

Although Esther said that she did not intend to follow Amon's rules of the game, she was still curious about it. When she noticed that this was the "third clue", she immediately protested.

Klein was able to follow Amon's train of thought and explained to Esther softly, "He has actually shown us the second clue. If my guess is correct, something should have happened during this period of time... but it didn't."

Amon smiled at the two of them: "Today is a very good Monday."

Esther glared at Him before turning to Klein: "Are you saying something might have happened at that party?"

"No, the weird part is that nothing happened. This is the second clue, right?"

Seeing Klein staring at him, Amon simply shrugged and said, “It seems like you two won’t believe my answer, so just accept your current understanding.”

Esther and Klein looked at each other, and neither of them spoke.

Amon paused for a few seconds, and seeing that the two really didn't react, his original intention to keep them in suspense disappeared. He led the two people forward and continued speaking:
"For the rest, you can take it seriously, or just treat it as a story. Also, you can ask questions, there's no need to be so reserved."

"There's nothing we can do about it. Your integrity is in the eyes of most people."

Esther muttered quietly, and Klein heard it clearly. He subconsciously curled the corners of his mouth. When Esther interrupted him, he seemed more relaxed, at least on the surface.

Amon was also somewhat helpless. He thought his attitude was gentle and kind enough, but Esther always managed to stir up the "little friend"'s vigilance through his words, making Amon's intention to actively investigate him fail. Whether Esther did it intentionally or unintentionally, she did make the matter more complicated.

Amon carefully considered his next plan, and sent a few unlucky clones to do the real work and collect the clues at hand, then turned back to the "little game" at hand and continued to talk:
"Okay, okay, since I'm a 'thief'... If this story sounds confusing, that's normal. I just talk about whatever comes to mind, right?"

Klein didn't say anything when he saw Amon looking at him. Even Esther didn't understand Amon's deep smile. She simply waved at Amon and said, "Whatever you say, we don't know anyway, and we can't find anyone to verify what you say."

"Yeah, I would like to find someone to verify this story..." Amon's voice only lowered for a moment, and then he regained his infectious joy, as if the melancholy that Esther had sensed was just an illusion. Esther didn't think that "He" would really have such an emotion. She knew too well the nature of Amon's indifferent temperament. Esther made up her mind and decided to put aside her momentary confusion.

“I am actually very interested in history, because there are so many true and false lies entangled together, and digging out the real past from them is also very suitable for the role-playing method of ‘decryption’... Of course, the greatest fun is often concentrated in the puzzles covered by the fog.”

Esther frowned again. Once she stood beside Amon and heard Him speak, it almost became her conditioned reflex, even though she didn't hear what Amon was hinting at.

Unlike Esther's alert but confused thinking, when the two words "history" and "mist" appeared in the same sentence, Klein had already followed Amon's meaning and even glanced at Esther beside him with the corner of his eye - she was staring at Amon with a distressed face.

Mystery, Sefirah Castle, so this is also related to the previous clue? Klein took a deep breath silently, calming his heartbeat that wanted to speed up, and ignored the subtle restlessness of his spiritual intuition.

Amon tapped the edge of his lens and said, "I have seen many mythical creatures. In that era which is very distant to you, most of the races that exist today regard the 'gods' as their origins. Some of these gods are indeed related by blood to their descendants, but others are not. When disasters occur frequently, no one will pay special attention to this matter. After all, survival is the instinct of life."

“He” blinked, and a rather sly smile appeared behind his glasses: “And the person who is truly capable of investigating the source of the extraordinary characteristics keeps silent about it…”

Esther moved her fingers uncomfortably and interrupted Amon's narration: "No."

"Huh? What are you trying to say?"

When Klein turned around, Esther felt a little embarrassed. "Maybe, I mean maybe it has something to do with me? Although I only have a little impression, Zoya seemed to have talked about something with Dazhibog."

"Then tell me what you can remember."

Esther tried hard to recall, poking her forehead with her thumb. "Then you have to let me think about it. This is not just my problem. It should involve a lot of their situations. My memory cannot be completely reliable. I always feel that... yes, I should have some memories that are not here, but I don't know where..."

Klein noticed Amon's eager look and tried to stop Esther from continuing to recall: "Wait, Esther, you—"

But the moment he tried to make a sound, Klein felt that his call dissolved in his throat, and no sound could be heard.

Klein's eyes widened in disbelief. The information his senses could receive was becoming increasingly vague, and Esther's voice was also becoming ethereal and sluggish, but it was still faintly lingering in his ears:

"Besides, we all agreed to keep this matter secret because Dazhibog and He were originally..."

"Snapped!"

A crisp applause completely shattered the confused dream.

When Amon clasped his hands together, he let out a low laugh: "This little trick——"

Before he could finish his words, a huge wolf head with bloody flesh and rotten bones suddenly emerged from below with a loud bang, and closed where the black robe fluttered in the air flow.

Like a dove.

It's almost a death sentence.