Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 271 Hey, isn’t this Amon? (3.5K)

East Balam, Sienna State.

Barcelona city.

Saturday.

The gloomy and pale sunlight shines through the dirty glass of the hotel, shining on the face of a young man with a temperament like a romantic poet.

He has black hair and green eyes. His hair is slightly long and rarely maintained. He looks messy and unruly, but he has a strange sense of beauty.

"Old man, what time is it?"

Leonard Mitchell looked through the window, feeling the pale sunlight that lacked temperature, and observed the passers-by on the street.

His lips moved for a while, and he tilted his head slightly as if he was whispering to someone.

"Can't you open your pocket watch and take a look at it yourself!?"

Just as the Red Gloves member finished speaking, an old voice sounded in his ears, and there was an obvious hint of disgust in his words.

"Have you degraded to the point where you can't even take care of yourself? I should take that clone back and let you wash the toilet, clean the room, and make three meals by yourself!"

Pales Zoroaster suddenly felt a little tired. Ever since he obtained the clone of Amon that contained the characteristics of sequence two, the archangel has never been willing to throw it away. Instead, he uses it to do some sneaky things every day. , something that I simply dare not see the light of day.

He just stole the characteristics contained in it to restore himself, and then parasitized a time insect into a clone for his own use.

This keeps this sequence archangel in a very good mental state, and sometimes he even feels that Amon is just mediocre.

Of course, this kind of entertainment activity can only be carried out on the premise that the "backer" can be accurately contacted, otherwise he would not dare to play so big even if he had 800 courages.

As for whether this would be secretly noticed by Amon's body, or found, Pales Zoroaster would have no psychological burden.

After all, He is just an old and weak bait now.

If the mission can be completed early, then he can enjoy his retirement life earlier, and the characteristics of the "Trojan Horse of Destiny" also allow him to regain a lot of strength and avoid the possibility of being killed instantly by Amon's body.

'As long as he dares to come, I will let him walk around without food.'

Curling his lips in his heart, Pales Zoroaster's thoughts began to wander.

"Hey, old man, am I this kind of person? I'm just looking for a topic!"

The new member of the Red Gloves, the "Nightmare" of Sequence Seven, shook his hair and laughed, covering up his embarrassment with a lame excuse.

Ever since he experienced the crisis in Tingen City and saw a teammate and a poker friend "tragic death" in front of him, Leonard wanted to use hatred to drive himself to become stronger, so as to avenge the pain for Klein and Ron. A blood feud that penetrates the heart.

However.
However, based on the analysis of the church's top brass and the old man's description, he discovered that the revenge had been avenged.

The biggest enemy, the conspiracy controller behind Tingen City, Inszangwill had been killed by him inadvertently, and he had turned it into a meritorious service to improve his status.

This made Leonard, who was ready to bear a heavy fate, just like the "protagonist" in the literary works of Emperor Russell the Great, stand blankly on the spot, with the illusion of drawing a sword and looking around at a loss.

What about the blood feud you agreed to bear?

What about avenging your companions as promised?
This, this, this, isn't this right?

Emperor Russell has done a lot of harm to people!

However, this experience made Leonard feel that the protagonist of the era could no longer be so decadent. The "deaths" of Klein and Ron seemed to stimulate this lazy guy and gave him a lot of ideas about improving the sequence. Desire and desire.

Therefore, relying on the merits of killing the defecting archbishop and the merits accumulated in the past, the poet classmate joined the Red Gloves and became the "nightmare" of Sequence Seven, and had the conditions and hope to continue to be promoted.

"Old man, I always have the illusion that Ron and Klein are still alive and followed me to Backlund and the Southern Continent."

Leonard rubbed his head and murmured as if talking in his sleep.

"Hahaha, you are right, they are indeed still alive."

Pales Zoroastrian didn't hide anything and said with an old smile.

"Hey, old man, you don't need to comfort me. I covered the coffin boards of the two of them myself. Can they still climb out on their own? I'm not the captain, I will forget everything!"

"Speaking of the captain, I hope that when I return to Tingen, he won't look at my face, rub his pipe and frown and ask me who I am!"

As if he thought of the funny scene in his words, the poet who couldn't write poetry couldn't help but laugh out loud, and for a moment he was out of breath.

"You know nothing!"

"If you have time to chat here, why not think about how to complete your red glove mission!"

Pales Zoroaster taught this extraordinary man who didn't understand anything a lesson, and then he felt a little confused.

He knew best whether Ron was dead or not. Even if he, the old guy, died, that little brat wouldn't die.

As for Klein Moretti, he was a little unsure.

But when he thought about his backer staying with him for so long, there would be no backup plan, so it was very possible for the "clown" to push the coffin board away.

"Task."

"Old man, the city of Barcelona is not in Loen's colony. The church's power is very weak here. It is not that easy to complete the task of tracking down Nate Eggers!"

"Especially since he is an extremely vicious criminal and a high-ranking member of the Spiritual Religion. He has many subordinates. A month ago, he even turned a Loen colonial city into a city of the undead!"

"If an informant hadn't provided information that he would make another big move, and tracking him would require a large number of manpower, then I might still be in Backlund instead of being transferred here."

After understanding what the old man said about him not doing his job properly, Leonard thought for a moment and explained the cause and effect.

"So, have you found anything out of your investigation?"

"The protagonist of the era, the rising star of the red gloves, the prepared senior deacon of the Church of the Night?"

The old voice was mixed with strong disdain, as if he didn't think this brainless guy could find any clues.

"I" "Leonard, there is progress on the mission. Someone of us discovered that villain's subordinate!"

At this moment, the heavy creaking of the hotel door interrupted the poet's classmate's subconscious rebuttal.

As the brand new door opened, another Red Glove player came in. He had a serious expression on his face and quickly greeted Leonard.

"Okay, I'll be there right away!"

"Oh, I didn't steal anything, why did you hit me?"

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll fight if I want to, and kick if I want to!"

"Despicable, shameless!"

The blond boy's words made Amon angry, pointing at his arm that was shaking slightly, and kept shouting these two adjectives that were very close to Ron.

However, the attack power of this kind of vocabulary is as weak as a bug in the hour. It is not even as good as directly calling Ron a bastard to make him even more angry.

Rubbing his swollen face, Shi Tianzhang subconsciously tightened the belt around his trousers, took a deep breath and pushed up his monocle.

Before he was beaten just now, when he came up to provoke him, he had already thought of his current plan.

That is to follow Ron shamelessly to collect more information about this strange god, so as to give the main body certain intelligence.

Anyway, "life" has played with this clone so far, so now you have to learn to lie down and enjoy it.

It is foolish to resist blindly.

However, the evil seal set by Ron himself made Amon 10086 afraid to contact the original body rashly or synchronize the memory between the clone and the original body.

Because he, Amon, has already mastered the tricks of parasitizing others to follow him home for dinner!
'Perhaps the identity can be hinted at through small clues.'

Shi Tiantian made up his mind not to contact the main body rashly until he found a way or loophole to bypass the evil seal.

"Oh, that's really interesting..."

He pushed up his monocle with a grin, his leisurely and carefree movements, as if your methods were nothing more than that, and hitting someone wouldn't hurt at all.

"Humph!"

Ron snorted when he saw this. He stepped forward with his short legs, gently took Amon's little hand and stroked it twice.

Amon was stunned for two seconds when he saw this abnormal behavior. Then he raised the corners of his mouth and said with a faint smile:

"What do you want to do? In fact, my clone can also become a woman..."

"Oh!! Hurry, let go!!!"

Suddenly, a crisp sound of "click" suddenly reached his ears, and at the same time, an indescribable sharp pain came from the position of his little finger.

This severe pain seemed to be superimposed on nearly a hundred, nearly a thousand, and nearly ten thousand people who had suffered the same thing. This sour feeling made this angel who deliberately maintained his composure and even received two beatings without saying a word Wang instantly fell to his knees.

His figure began to twist and struggle constantly, his sleeves were torn, his monocle slipped, and the belt on his trousers was broken free due to violent movements, causing his trousers to slip down again. The whole Amon was like a pair of Trash fish caught ashore.

"Huh, that's really interesting~"

"How does it taste, Your Highness the Angel of Time?"

Ron pushed up his monocle and looked at this unrepentant guy with an indifferent expression.

If you find it interesting, come with more!
But at this moment, there was a sound of footsteps on this street that had long been empty of pedestrians. The footsteps were light and slow, making Amon raise his lips again when he heard it.

He is very familiar with this kind of breath, it is...

"Pallez!!!"

At this moment, huge surprises filled his heart, but...

"Hiss! It hurts! Quick, let go! I'm in a hurry!!!"

The unspeakable severe pain was still exerting its effect, causing this evil guy's face to twist and the corners of his mouth to twitch. He could no longer move and could only keep rolling on the spot.

It's not that he doesn't dare to break off his fingers or detach this part of the Time Worm from his body to escape this "torture", but what's the use of it? In the face of such a wicked existence, once he does this, the person who suffers will be It must be some other part.

"The sunshine in this city is so good, it's much warmer than Backlund."

An old man with gray hair and dark brown eyes was strolling leisurely on the streets of Constec City.

This is the clone of Pales Zoroaster. As an old and weak bait, he naturally had to inadvertently add some of his own activity trajectories to mislead (guide) Amon to find him. ontology.

But at this moment, the light and slow footsteps suddenly stopped, and Pales's dark brown eyes widened slightly, as if he had seen something incredible.

I saw two little kids "playing and playing" on this bare street.

One of them had blond hair and golden eyes and was handsome, and he was his new patron.

And the other one, with curly black hair and a wide forehead, was lying on the ground with his butt stuck out. Even without looking at the monocle that fell on the ground, Pales Zoroaster recognized who he was!

What a coincidence!
After confirming that the backer was real and not illusory, the old gentleman who had become extremely resistant to Amon rushed forward.

He lay on the ground on all fours, and with the inertia, he rowed in front of Amon. Pales raised his head, showing a mean smile, and looked straight at the angel of time with a twitching face.

"Hey, isn't this Amon? Why hasn't he looked like this in the past few years?"

"Pallez!!!"

Seeing that this guy didn't hide from him and even dared to taunt him with his face, Amon 10086 immediately showed an expression of eating shit.

"Don't talk, I just like to see that 'pleasure' expression on your face!"

(End of this chapter)