Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 511 Adam
Looking at this kind face, Angel suddenly recalled some fragments in her mind that she had ignored, or that she had remembered but were now blurry.

In the alley of Enmatt Port, I had a brief conversation with this man with blond hair and golden beard and clear eyes.

At Tingen's home, he tried to restore the other person's appearance, but when he prayed to the goddess of the night for answers, the hand-drawn sketch was erased.

Not long ago on Olave Island, I passed by him again and received a friendly and polite smile from him.

And, during today's action, the other party stood by his side and followed him from beginning to end to the private port outside Bayam City.

But until "Adam" said his name, she had no idea at all!
Not only Angel, but also the vigilant "Finger" Maduni, "Crazy Captain" Victor, and the hooded man who showed the strength of a demigod and won the battle almost overwhelmingly, did not notice that there was such a person on the field. A mysterious man quietly observing them.

Even "Sea King" Yann Coatman, who is still lingering nearby from time to time pulling out a stream of water vapor in the sky, whipping up howling winds, this Saint of the Church of the Storm who is paying attention to all the abnormal movements around him, pretends that he does not exist. .

At this time, this "neglected" power even enveloped Angel, allowing her to recall her lost memories in the middle of the battlefield.

"who are you?"

The memory in her mind was still blurry, and she asked in confusion.

"what?"

"Don't be so afraid. This is just a brief conversation. I will use this opportunity to save you to answer your inner questions."

As he spoke, he looked up at the sky, even smiling and nodding slightly, as if to greet Yann Cotman, who was flying again, but the latter just passed by at a low altitude, seemingly giving up on the burning "single eye" Looking for traces of the missing demigod near the "skeleton", he instead went in another direction and soon disappeared.

"You must have thought of the sealed artifact that had some 'design' in Tingen, but that's not the case for me, or rather, it's not just that," Adam answered in advance before she asked again. , "Your life, your memories, and your actions are all my 'design'."

A single tone was uttered subconsciously, and then Angel understood what Adam was saying.

Obviously, the "high beings" that Adam spoke of did not include saints.

Angel was shocked and quickly put all the strange thoughts in his mind back.

He, no, He can hear my inner thoughts?

Sure enough, it was He who rescued me... Angel confirmed this and felt a lot more relaxed, but immediately more doubts arose.

design? Does it mean that I followed "Finger" Maduni here to look for evidence of human trafficking by "Crazy Captain", and it was all within His expectations? Or maybe the whole thing was arranged by this "audience" angel, just like "0-08"?
Angel's scalp felt a little tight, as if a small electric current was passing through it.

"Adam," the blond man with golden beard was not annoyed by answering this question repeatedly, "Now, even if they see you, they will subconsciously ignore you. Only a few high-ranking beings can know the 'psychology' using special methods. Learn to be invisible' to the reality below."

As if seeing Angel's inner doubts, Adam, who was wearing a simple white robe and a strange silver cross pendant hanging on his chest, smiled and answered:
"I have no hostility towards you, at least, for now."

And when she returned to Tingen from Enmatt Port and came to Mr. Fool's gray fog space again, Angel's partially hidden memories were also remembered. At that time, she asked the Hanged Man how to achieve this effect, and the other party said At least a demigod to the "audience".

After connecting the clues, Angel carefully confirmed, his tone much more respectful.

No matter what, the other party used "psychological invisibility" to save himself from the hooded man. At least he was not a hostile enemy... right?

"Are you an angel of the 'audience' pathway?"

Why did He save me?
"Why?" Adam said the question on her mind before she could speak. "Of course it's because I want to 'maintain' my design and avoid certain accidents."

Could it be that he was referring to angels?
Angel suddenly remembered the "Ring of Madness" he had used. This magical item was formed from a copy of Sequence 7 of the "Audience" path, "Psychiatrist". The effect can make people ignore the appearance of the wearer and treat him as if he can be seen everywhere. Ordinary faces that are forgotten later.

"Are you saying that all my actions in the past six months have been arranged by you just like '0-08' writing the story of Tingen?"

She asked slowly with a trace of hesitation, a trace of panic, and a trace of expectation.

Adam gave her enough time this time and did not "rush to answer" in advance. After Angel finished speaking, he held the silver cross on his chest and opened his mouth to answer. His words were soft and warm, but the content was like a sharp knife, piercing Angel's heart and destroying her last chance.

“Rather than arrangement or design, I prefer to call it fantasy.

"You think that there really are two worlds with the same environment, similar cultures, and the biological populations that dominate the culture are so similar; you think that you are the lucky one who can come to another world after death and live another life with your memories. ; Do you think that all your memories of the past are coherent and true?"

"I……"

Angel subconsciously wanted to refute. Her knowledge came from another world, and the writing and culture were completely different from this one...

"For example, you have advanced knowledge and leading technology in your mind, but do you still remember the details? Or your life, your relatives and friends in your 'last life', do you still remember their faces? Only you know Are words really only known to 'you'?"

Question after sentence, like sharp arrows, pierced Angel's heart, making her heart seem to roll from the beach into the sea and sink to the bottom of the water.

She wanted to cite "computers", "nuclear weapons" and other technological crystallizations of modern society, but found that she only knew the names and usages, but not the principles; she wanted to use the names of relatives and friends to refute, but found that she only had vague ideas. She couldn't recall any general memories, or even the name of the goddess she believed in in her previous life!
By the way, I, I still have evidence!

With a thrill, Angel reached for his waist and pulled out the "Good Luck" revolver. He pulled out the bullet chamber with a trembling hand, carefully pulled out the bullet and placed it in the palm of his hand.

When she saw the familiar engravings and runes on the bullet casing, her heart dropped slightly.

"Bullets that don't exist in 'this world', huh?" Adam laughed again, his smile was amiable and creepy, "'The Gathering of Storms', if you are willing to be taken back to the Church of Storms by the Punishers, you will find that, They are also using a small amount of this kind of special ammunition that is difficult to make and is not as effective as a spell; the 'Phantom Phosphorus Eruption' was invented and used by the Eternal Sun Church in the Fourth Age together with the 'Purification Bullet' in the Sun Realm."

"As for the bullets made by sacrificing high-level talismans that you used to kill the descendants of the gods in Tingen, believers of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom are very good at doing this kind of thing."

"Do you think that the knowledge and power systems of two different worlds can be used interchangeably? By simply changing the object of prayer, you can use the power of 'another world'?"

The sentence hit Angel's heart like a heavy hammer, leaving her unable to even utter a rebuttal. The bullet she made in her hand became unfamiliar at the moment, like an execution weapon meant to be shot into her heart.

"So, Russell?"

She spoke softly, her voice hoarse and her tone low, as if she was grasping at the last straw, trying to save herself from the flood that reached her head.

"Even the memories in your own mind are no longer trustworthy, so why do you think that the knowledge he created is something you are familiar with?

"Or maybe you're still lucky and think you're the unique one?"

Adam's right hand was released from the cross on his chest, and he stretched forward slightly, pointing toward Angel. His light-colored pupils were dyed with pure gold like his hair and whiskers.

In an instant, the surrounding environment became dim, and another memory appeared in Angel's mind.

She lay on the cold floor, her eyes opened with difficulty, and there were two figures standing in front of her. One of them was Adam, the man in white robe in front of her, and the other was covered in darkness like night.

"Her memory has been shaped," Adam said, facing the figure beside him, his tone as gentle as ever, "She will forget her past memories and sins, and regard herself as a reborn, clean and pure person. Next, I’ll leave the matter of Tingen to you.”

The other figure nodded slowly.

"Now, do you remember it? That 'initial' memory."

Angel's eyes became bright again. Standing on the beach, amidst the noise of sailors and slave girls, he seemed to be independent from the world and spotless. The man in white robe opened his arms.

"Now, do you still consider yourself 'yourself'? Angel Granger?"

"Or maybe it would be better to call you by your original name, Cole Granger."

The last blow fell, shattering all the luck in Angel's heart.

(End of this chapter)