Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 991: Can’t Fit So Much
"Although this matter is also recorded in your treatment of me, I do not recommend that you throw every criminal you don't know where to put into this city. This will make us appear to be a 'city of exile' rather than a 'city of dreams'."

Sitting behind his own desk, Amon's clone, who was still slightly fat in appearance, put down the pen in his hand and said to Angel and Triss.

The City of Exile, isn't that a mysterious place in Lenburg? I heard that the "Witch Cult" frequently sent members to sneak into this small country to find its location... Angel's thoughts were a little scattered for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses, looking at the office where only Amon was, puzzled, and asked:

"Where's Annie?"

"This morning, the residents' representatives voted to agree to lower the city to the island below. She went to the underground memorial hall to revise some laws in advance to cope with the upcoming changes."

Amon said, his eyes lingering on the somewhat reserved Triss, and he reached out to press his right eye socket, but found that she was not wearing a monocle, so he put his hand down in dismay, and continued with a smile on his face:

"I can handle it first if you have something to do. If you don't trust me, you can wait for her to come back."

This city from the Fourth Epoch is finally returning to reality... Angel sighed and nodded.

"I have contacted some of Bayam's fleets and purchased the necessary supplies, especially the tools that the city lacks. Ships will deliver them here by next week at the latest. At the same time, the Dream City will be truly exposed to the eyes of outsiders. I hope nothing serious will go wrong."

"You should have some confidence in this city. Although it lacks ordinary armed forces, it has an angel in charge and can temporarily call upon the characteristics of Sequence 1. Except for the fact that no gods have set their sights on it, it is no less powerful than any other big city."

Amon said in a relaxed tone, and pointed at Triss beside Angel:

"What about her? Just coming here for some kind of protective custody, like me?
"Or do you intend to make this city your patron saint, build a church, spread the teachings, and gather believers? And this witch of 'despair' will serve as your bishop or priest, singing your praises?"

He can guess this... Well, in the eyes of Amon's clone, I just got my own "disaster" characteristic this morning and was promoted to an angel. It's only a few hours away from now. It's normal and reasonable to think about the issues of faith and anchor... Angel's mind flashed with thoughts, and he nodded involuntarily and replied:

"Do you have any good suggestions on this?"

"The memorial hall in the city center is good. It has a solemn architectural style and is fully equipped with relevant facilities. There is also a small square at the entrance. All you need to do is change the interior, remove the chandeliers and platforms that highlight the style of the Fourth Epoch, put up your holy emblem or statue, prepare the holy scriptures, and plan the ceremony."

As if he had been prepared, Amon began to introduce himself in a torrent of words.

"That place will echo the underground memorial hall. The former belongs to you, and the latter belongs to Annie. It just corresponds to 'disaster' and 'order'. Although they are not two sides of the same coin, they also have opposition and unity in certain areas, and can form a mystical connection...

"This city will soon face changes, and the residents will need new beliefs and sustenance. They originally only worshipped the law and missed Trunsoest. Now that they are in a new place, they can try to join your church and become your believers... By the way, have you thought of a name for the church? Or will you attach yourself to a certain orthodox church, such as the Goddess of Night?"

At this point, Amon smiled with interest.

Angel nodded and gave the answer he had already thought of in his mind:
"Let's call it 'Witch Church'."

"Isn't that a bit too blunt? 'Witch' is never a positive word at any time or in any place."

Before Amon could answer, Triss beside him said with a frown.

"This is your job. Try to change their view of the 'witch'..." Angel chuckled, waved his hand, took out a black-covered book from the mirror space, and threw it to the other party. "This is the 'Apocalypse of the Night' of the Church of the Night. It contains praises to the gods, descriptions of various deeds, and the processes and details of many rituals, masses, and prayers. You are responsible for extracting the essence from it and compiling a holy book for us."

"I?"

Triss seemed to have just realized the purpose of being brought here, and she couldn't help but ask back with her mouth open.

"The environment here is better than the dungeon in the church. There won't be any Night Watchmen or Punishers whipping you to speed up your progress. What's more, you can ask the staff of the City Hall to help you, so you don't have to fight alone."

Angel added, which made Triss's expression ease a little, but then she showed a painful expression again, as if she was wearing some kind of mask:
"I have never liked reading. Why would you let me compile a holy book?"

She suddenly stopped talking, pursed her lips, and swallowed the last word.

Watching all this, Amon, who had been wearing a simple monocle at some point, pushed the lens up and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

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After sending away Triss, the witch of "despair" who was almost in despair, Angel, Amon and Anne who had returned from underground reunited in the Archon's office.

For Angel, this was a reunion after five days, but Amon and Annie felt like they had just said goodbye to her a few hours ago. This sense of dislocation made Angel a little cautious, for fear that mentioning related matters would make the two of them feel something was wrong and difficult to explain. After conveying the cryptic warning he received from Arrodes, Angel looked at Annie and asked carefully:

"When disassembling the extraordinary characteristics controlled by the 'Hand of Order', did you find any abnormalities in the three characteristics of 'Planeswalker', 'Mistress of Desolation' and 'Duke of Entropy'?"

"No." Anne replied immediately, "But my focus was on 'Disaster', and I didn't look carefully at the other three features. Maybe there were omissions."

"Even if there are omissions, the Hand of Order will eliminate any threats to the city or itself, unless... the pollution you mentioned does not cause harm to the Dreaming City."

Amon answered while pinching his chin with his right thumb and index finger. Given his current size, this action, which was appropriate for Amon himself, now seemed a little funny.

The next second, he stretched out his right hand and snapped his fingers:
"I have some general ideas. Take me underground. I want to see those characteristics in person."

This gives me an idea. He is worthy of being the strongest "decryption scholar". The fortune teller has to ask the spirit world for the answer, but he can guess the truth with just a few words from me?
Angel was surprised, but used her authority over the city's laws to allow the resident, who was excluded from the sealed core by her and Annie, to enter the underground memorial hall. Then Annie took the two of them underground and into the underground area without any entrances or exits.

Under the manipulation of this Archon, the surface of the regular octahedron formed by the "Hand of Order" gradually precipitated three extraordinary characteristics. They each took on a different appearance and were bound by dark golden ribbons, like three dancing tentacles.

"That one is 'Planeswalker'."

Pointing to a walnut-sized crystal with bright lights bursting out all around it and a quietly burning fire inside, Annie introduced it.

It looks normal... In what aspect does the "old days" level of pollution mentioned by Arrodes manifest itself?

Angel used spider silk to pull himself closer to the octahedron and observed the three extraordinary characteristics closely. He found that not only the "Planeswalker" who looked harmless, but also the "Mistress of Desolation" who looked like a new branch and was completely opposite to its name, and the regular tetrahedron "Duke of Entropy" with chaos symbols on its surface were all quietly controlled by the "Hand of Order" without any signs of contamination.

This was completely different from the performance of those polluted Beyonder traits she had seen before. The latter either had a chaotic and disordered power inside that could be felt with the naked eye, or had a mottled surface, and the appearance gave the spirit a crazy warning.

"Could it be that over the course of thousands of years, some of the pollution that originally existed has gradually dissipated?"

she asked confused.

"No, this trait of the Planeswalker is indeed contaminated, as is the Mistress of Desolation. The Duke of Entropy has traces of contamination, but it has been eliminated now... If we had not come into contact with this kind of power before, we would probably be deceived by the calmness on the surface."

Amon held his monocle and squinted at the three copies of Sequence 2 characteristics floating in front of Angel. His expression became serious and he spoke word by word.

Angel's heart tightened, and he immediately asked:
"What about the 'disaster' properties that were taken out earlier? Could it be contaminated as well?"

Glancing at Angel through his monocle, Amon smiled and said:

"Probably not, otherwise these few hours would be enough for you to give birth to offspring... Besides, don't you have the power of 'Source'? With its power, you can observe the true face of this pollution."

Source... He was referring to the "City of Disaster"?
Angel reacted immediately. With a thought, a mirror substitute was formed in the mirror world, transmitting his thoughts to the deepest part of the city mirror.

Soon, the underground memorial hall from another perspective appeared in Angel's eyes. That was the "truth" that the "man in the mirror" witnessed from a higher perspective in response to the prayer.

In front of Angel, Amon, and Annie, among the three extraordinary characteristics controlled by the "Hand of Order" that radiates light from within, there is a faint red light in the center of "Planeswalker" and "Mistress of the Desolation".

The light was like a blood moon!
The interior of the "Duke of Entropy", which Amon judged to be uncontaminated, was indeed extremely clean, with only the distorted force of order itself.

After looking at himself from inside to outside and confirming that there was no blood-red light in his body or spirit, Angel turned his attention back to himself, looked at Amon, and asked in confusion:

"The original moon? The 'Mother Tree of Desire'?"

This red light was similar to the pollution of the "Mother Tree of Desire" that she had accidentally been contaminated with and then cleared by the power of "Source Castle". Through the introduction of the man in the mirror, she already knew that the true identity of this "local evil god" was the foreign god wandering outside the earth, the "Old One", so she subconsciously thought of Him.

"No, it's another Outer God who is more powerful than Him." Amon tried to smile, but he remained serious. "He is the 'Fallen Mother Goddess', the 'Origin of Evil', the 'Immortal', and the 'Filthy Mother Nest'."

(End of this chapter)