Chapter 91 Amon Game, Miss Magician
Backlund, inside a house in the Cherwood district.

The two girls sat on the sofa, whispering to each other in front of a slightly messy table.

A lazy-looking guy who looks like a veteran slacker, the kind who would pack up and leave the company within half a month.

Of course, if you see such a person staying in the company for a long time, it is best not to have any contact with her. This kind of scumbag is not someone you can afford to mess with.

The other one was not very tall, about 1.5 meters tall, and looked like a tomboy.

"Xiu, are you sure this is the result of the investigation?" Fors looked at the white paper in her roommate's hand curiously.

This piece of paper is filled with survey results from people from all walks of life.

"Yes." Xio nodded, then waved the results of the investigation and said casually, "I went through all the East District to get this information."

"So, the result of your investigation is that a new evil god, the Vortex of Destruction, appeared in the East District, and then had a great battle with the evil god, the Original Witch?"

Why does this sound so much like a child's joke?

As if he could hear Fors's disbelief, Xio puffed up his lips and said in a slightly serious tone, "It's actually the incarnation of the evil god. Forget it, you don't understand what it is."

"Anyway, there was a cult war in Backlund a few days ago. These believers of the evil god caused a lot of trouble. Now many nobles have packed their bags and returned to their holiday estates."

"Alas, my investigation was also interrupted."

Fors patted Xio's shoulder.

She knew that there was a conspiracy behind the death of her friend's father, so Hugh has been trying to find out the truth.

Now that such a big trouble has arisen, the investigation has to be suspended.

The incarnation of the evil god appeared in the East District and fought against each other. Such a big thing did not only affect Xio. The Aurora Society, the Rose School, and other evil cults left Backlund and went to other cities in the Kingdom of Loen to avoid this period of severe crackdown by the church alliance.

"Oh, forget it." Xio shook his head, then looked at Fors and asked, "How is your novel?"

"I'm still thinking of inspiration, Hugh. You know, a writer's novel needs inspiration."

I see you are just too lazy to write.

Suppressing the thought of complaining, Xio continued to compare the clues.

Fors, who seemed a little bored, pulled out a piece of parchment that was piled on the table.

"This is…"

"Hmm?" Xio turned his head and looked at the investigation document in Fors's hand.

There is a paragraph written on this piece of paper.

"Praise be to the Lord, the Most High..."

"This is the evil god's honorable name, Fors, don't read it." Xio grabbed Fors's hand tightly.

"I know, I'm not an idiot." Fors said with a smile.

"I will not attempt to use this evil god's honorific title."

"It's not that you can't try, but it's best not to touch it." Xio said with a serious expression: "Anything that has anything to do with the evil god, no matter how tiny it is, can't be tried."

"Yes." Fors nodded and handed the parchment back to Xio.

Seeing that his friend had listened carefully, Xio continued to sort out the clues.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, Fors suddenly thought of time.

Red moon, tonight.

"Xiu, I'm going to go back to my room and get some sleep."

"Okay, I'll keep my voice down."

After getting up and returning to the room, Fors closed the door as usual, and then she could no longer hold on.

She fell weakly behind the door and leaned against it.

Separated by a wall, but indeed two different worlds.

Fors covered her forehead with her hands and stared at the necklace in her hand.

Without Xio's knowledge, all of Fors's life-saving stones had been used.

The fight between the incarnations of the evil god was just a confrontation that was not even a conflict.

But the aftermath caused a large number of nobles to leave Backlund, the East District was severely cracked down by the Beyonders organized by the three major churches, and the cooperation between the royal family and the witches was interrupted... For the little people, this was a natural disaster.

Fors used a life-saving charm to block the pollution, so she luckily survived.

But unfortunately, tonight is a full moon.

“Stop…” Grasping his own palms tightly, Fors recited the name of God devoutly.

"Great God of Steam and Machinery..."

"You are the essence, the incarnation..."

"You are the protector of the craftsmen..."

"You are the glory of technology, the glory..." Over and over again, but the result is still the same.

"What should I do?" Gritting her teeth, Fors found that she seemed to be dying.

The mutterings of the red moon and tomorrow's red moon seem like someone is pointing a loaded pistol at him, announcing the countdown to his death.

"Perhaps you could pronounce her name."

Suddenly, Fors saw a charming and beautiful girl in front of him, wearing a monocle on her right eye.

"You are... Miss Amon. I'm sorry to make you laugh." Fors laughed bitterly twice.

Miss Amon didn't care. She handed an ice cream to Fors.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't get any results from my investigation into your full moon curse."

“It’s okay.” Fors took the cone “expertly”. She looked at her old friend in front of her who had lived with Xio for several years and let out a deep breath.

"Xiu, please take care of it."

Eating the ice cream cone, Fors felt like she was having her last meal.

"Fors, maybe you can try someone's honorific name."

"Try?" Fors shook her head.

However, she had an idea.

Why not give it a try?
You will die anyway if you can't get through.

So what difference does it make to give it a try?

"You're right, Miss Amon, I need to make an attempt."

"Well, this is the amulet I made for you."

Amon handed Fors a jade talisman that was bitten and held together.

This creature carved out of jade is exactly what the Worm of Time looked like at a certain period of time.

“Thank you.” Fors thanked him solemnly, and then recited a string of names written on the parchment in front of Amon.

"The great ruler of a foreign land..."

"Looking down at the destruction of everything..."

"The embodiment of cosmic entropy..."

As the venerable name was chanted, something from nowhere descended into this small room.

It was shrouded in gray fog, and time and space were replaced in an instant.

Only then did Fors realize that he had come to a house.

There are cement cracks on the surrounding walls, and occasionally there are white fluffy things left on them.

There was nothing in the room except an ordinary wooden table.

"Where is this place?"

Fors suddenly discovered that there was something wrong with her memory.

"I, no, Miss Amon, that's not right!"

"I don't know...her! Why did she appear in my room? Why would I chant the name of this evil god! Hugh! Damn it!"

The tone was urgent, and Fors clenched his fists tightly.

She regretted it now. If she had been tougher and pulled Hugh away from Backlund, she wouldn't have encountered... this incident.

crunch.

Fors turned her head and looked towards the wooden door.

The door was opened, and then a furry monster with six wings appeared at the door.

Its appearance was exactly that of Fors.

“You, you.” Fors kept backing away, his face horrified.

Spirituality told her that the monster represented the thick layer of death.

As the six-winged monster slowly walked towards her, Fors's heart beat faster and faster.

Everything seems to have settled.

Suddenly, the pendant that Fors wore on his chest released a force.

Some invisible extraordinary force has descended here.

The six-winged monster's face peeled off, and then it dissipated like dust in front of Fors.

"what happened?"

(End of this chapter)