Chapter 119: Attacking in the Form of Shabu

"Here is there?"

After opening his eyes dazedly and still a little confused, Xio sat on the sofa in a daze, then fell to the floor with a thud.

"woke up."

The voice in my ear seems familiar.

When Xio saw the girl wearing a monocle in front of him, he suddenly came to his senses.

Amon!

"Where is this place?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Where's Fors?"

"Why am I here?"

Like a machine gunner, Hugh peppered Miss Amon with questions one after another.

"Take your time and answer them one by one." It was not Miss Amon who answered Xio's question.

Xio turned his head in the direction of the voice and saw Medea now leaning on the black iron throne with her hands supporting herself.

And in front of her was a yellow-brown semi-suspended chessboard.

Next to Medea, there was a girl with red eyes and white hair sitting on the floor.

"who are you?"

"Medea."

“…■■” The red-eyed girl turned her head and said something with her mouth open.

But Hugh found that she couldn't hear the "language" at all, as if she had suddenly become a deaf person.

"Shub-Niggurath"

This paragraph of words was from Loen, and it was rare for Xio to understand what it meant.

However, she had no idea about the specific mystical meaning, but precisely because she didn't know, she was not affected by the corresponding pollution.

Well, there is a part of it, for example, it has changed from the original flat surface with some bumps to a secondary development.

Shabu, the girl with red eyes and white hair, nodded and opened her mouth to Quinn.

"Well, her status cannot understand your language." Medea reached out and rubbed her white hair, then nodded to Amon.

Fortunately, there is an Amon here who is powerful enough to help Xio steal the influence of mysticism, otherwise she would have been transformed into a mosaic of flesh.

"Where is this place?"

"A safe house, a rest stop, a small house of the Knowledgeable Lord, or a church that has not been blown up by the Heroic Spirit. You can call it whatever you want."

Medea said casually, her attention focused on the chessboard in front of her.

From Hugh's perspective, this is just an artwork made up of different pigments, full of Van Gogh's abstract style.

But in the eyes of Medea and others, this chessboard reveals the extraordinary power collision in Tingen City and the actions of the stigma holders from a certain perspective.

"How am I supposed to leave?"

"You want to find Fors." Amon was circling around Xio at this time, and asked with a puzzled look: "Why?"

"You know that going to look for Fors is seeking death. You are afraid, you retreat, you understand, you know... Why do you still choose to go look for her?"

Amon, who was born as a divine creature, didn't know what Shuo's motives were, and He, who was a spirit, couldn't understand it.

Just like Amon’s search for the Fool, or his search for the Source Castle, it was because He knew the future and wanted to survive, so He chose to become the Lord of Mysteries.

If becoming the Lord of Mysteries means he can survive, Amon will move towards that goal.

As for the process, how many people died, whether the means were just, whether there would be regrets, and various moral and legal issues between human nature... these things did not exist for Amon.

He has his own unique and impersonal philosophy.

If his ideas conflict with those of others, Amon will crush them without hesitation.

Amon put himself in his shoes and thought about it. If he were Xio, he would have no choice but to leave and stay away from Fors... No matter from which angle you look at it, this is the most rational choice.

"You want to find the truth, then you shouldn't look for..."

"Shut up!" Xio clenched her fingers and looked at Amon with red eyes.

"She is my relative! My last relative!" "You are not related by blood, but the time you have spent together..."

"It does not matter!"

"..." Amon tilted his head, then turned to look at Medea.

"Teacher, is this what you call human nature?"

"Yes and no.

The answer is up to you. I see the world differently than you do, and I don’t think the same way.”

"I see. It's a wonderful experience." Amon pushed his monocle with his hand and answered her question without any joy or sadness.

"Fors has become the owner of the Stigmata and is participating in Tingen City's Stigmata War... Your best choice is to leave Tingen City or stay here and wait for the Stigmata War to end."

The speaking speed is not fast, it's like listening to a book with a mechanical voice, without any emotional fluctuations.

"I want to help her, Fors!" When Xio thought of her having to bear it all alone, her heart ached as if it were being stabbed by a knife.

She turned to look at Medea.

Amon calls her teacher...!
"Will you let me help her? I'm willing to give everything, as long as it allows me... Please, I'm willing to give everything!"

"I'm just the organizer. Due to internal discussions among investors... the seven stigmata owners have been decided." Medea waved his hand and said.

Xio's eyes darkened instantly.

But at this time, Amon spoke.

"I can give you a chance."

"Chance?!!"

Looking at the pleading eyes, Amon reached out and took off his glasses and handed them to Xio.

"The Thief's Path to the Demigod Seal can allow you to reach the power of a demigod, and also provides the corresponding mystical knowledge."

"Thank you."

Xio screwed his glasses tightly, as if they were his life.

"You should hate me because I just want to know how far you and Fors can go for the sake of human feelings." Amon explained to Xio rationally.

All this was new to Amon, and the process was full of uncertainty.

Klein and Melissa, Lanevus and Ince Zangwill, Fors and Amon, and... Amon could not predict whether these seven stigmata holders would reach that point.

Curiosity, confusion, excitement... Amon didn't know what it was.

He longed to see the radiance of human nature, and with his own emptiness and heartlessness, he pondered the question of what human nature really was.

Watching Xio push the door and leave, Medea turned to look at Shab.

"What did you give her?"

Shabu did not speak, but directly transmitted the corresponding meaning to Medea.

"■■ (national quintessence garbled code)... Forget it, one by one, it's really a mess." Rubbing his eyes, Medea didn't know whether to be happy for the success of this experiment, or feel troubled by the complexity of the variables and conflicts.

"Amon, how's your homework going lately?"

“…Hey!”

Amon stuck out his tongue and acted cute towards Medea.

It's hard to believe that this thing can show this face.

If Pales saw her, he would probably think of her as a subway, an old man, or a cell phone.

Patting his forehead, Medea pinched his fingers.

"You learned from Adam."

"Perhaps, um, to use the teacher's words, this is the similarity between blood relatives."

"…………Call Adam and get ready for class this afternoon."

"Oh, by the way, teacher, don't you mind my meddling?"

"Who cares what you want to do? All I need is the result in Tingen City. No matter how the process goes, you can do whatever you want."

(End of this chapter)