Mystery: The Silver Key

Chapter 29 A Gift from Amon

"Hey, interesting, you know me?"

"Was it that paranoid person who introduced me to you? Hmm, no, that's not like him. So how did you find out about me and recognize me at a glance?"

The young postman, wearing a monocle, approached with a smile, patted him on the shoulder, and looked him up and down.

"Relax, I'm just curious what that paranoid is planning this time, so I came to check it out."

"Of course, it's no use if you don't relax. He won't know I'm here, and you won't be able to send a message."

Cyril stared silently at Amon, who was dressed as a postman, not because he wanted to be silent, but because Amon had stolen his voice and his desire to escape.

"Your inner thoughts are quite rich and chaotic. Is this your way of guarding against the 'spectators' around you? That's rather unique."

"Since you're not satisfied with this gift, how about I give you a new one?"

"This time we're going to the church of the grumpy old pigeon. Grumpy old pigeon, what an interesting name. You're much more interesting than that paranoid. Are you interested in following me? I can make you my follower."

"A follower who ascends directly to the angel king?"

Xi Ruien quickly shut up; the voice came back so suddenly that she had unknowingly blurted out her own complaint.

"If you like, it's not impossible."

Amon looked troubled, but somehow a single crystal monocle had appeared in his hand.

Upon seeing the monocle in Amon's hand, Cyril instinctively took a step back, but his body strangely moved forward a step.

"You're being so proactive, it seems you really like it..."

As Amon sighed, he pressed the monocle in his hand against Cyril's eye socket.

Cyril stood there blankly, unable to muster the thought of running away, and even made a movement to lift his leg.

Damn it, if you're so capable, stop trying to control me...

(@[]@!!)

Wait, no, I was wrong... Don't come any closer!

To his utter horror, the monocle that Amon had been pressing against his eye socket fell to the ground.

Amon pursed his lips: "Tsk~, boring."

Cyril looked down at the monocle lying at his feet and belatedly realized that the "Thief's" parasitism could not parasitize anything of a higher status than himself, and his status was far higher than that of the King of Angels.

Call ~

Cyril breathed a sigh of relief. Although the crisis was not over, the fact that he wouldn't be parasitized was the best news.

The postman, Amon, looked at him, sighed, and said, "I really just wanted to deliver a gift to you. Why won't you believe me?"

"The paranoid guy and I are brothers. Since He thinks highly of you, isn't it normal for me to come and make an additional investment?"

Cyril remained silent, doubting that Amon could have stolen too many memories and thoughts from him, otherwise he wouldn't be so calm.

Did Adam protect my memories?

"What a nuisance." Postman Amon frowned, glanced at the night sky above, and suddenly complained before looking back at Sirion:

"We don't have much time left. Have you thought about what kind of gift you need? How about this?"

As he spoke, He reached out and conjured a diamond the size of an eye out of thin air.

Cyril's heart raced uncontrollably as he recognized the "diamond" as possessing the extraordinary characteristics of an "astrologer."

Although he knew Amon had ill intentions, he couldn't help but drool with longing.

He took a deep breath and shook his head, saying, "This is too expensive; I can't afford it."

"Is it too expensive?" Amon chuckled, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Looks like you're short on money, that's easy to fix."

Amon's smile was obvious, as if he had thought of something interesting. He then reached out and took an asymmetrical black classic wallet from thin air and threw it into Amon's hand.

"This is Jacob's wallet. Although it is empty, you can take anything out of it. With it, you will never lack money again."

"The only problem is that you have to be careful that the owners of the lost items don't come looking for trouble."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding night suddenly brightened. Sirion saw that the ground beneath his feet had turned into a dark and deep sea woven from the unconscious, and the pitch-black night sky had become a spiritual sky with seven colors that covered everything.

He was a beat slow to realize that he had entered the vast ocean of the collective unconscious, the world of the mind.

Between the deep blue sea and the vast, spiritual sky, a giant figure composed entirely of light suddenly appeared.

Amon's face suddenly darkened, and he gritted his teeth as he uttered two words:

"Adam!"

A giant composed entirely of light stood in place, hands raised high, as if it were merely a fragment of a past image:

"Let there be light!"

With the giant's voice, endless light surged forth, enveloping Cyrien and covering Amon.

I don't know how Amon is doing, but at this moment, Irwin feels that my body is melting at an unimaginable speed, like a block of wax being thrown into a furnace.

Fortunately, this "melting" didn't last long. The surrounding light faded, and he found himself back in his room.

"Perhaps it's not that the light has faded, but that I've been moved out of the battlefield."

He had barely muttered a word when he saw the kind-faced blond priest appear before him.

He paused for a moment, then bowed very seriously and greeted the other person: "Good evening, Mr. Adam."

Adam nodded slightly, then said in a casual tone, as if discussing the weather, "It is His nature. The more something is prevented from being involved, the more interested He becomes. He will try to get close to it, figure it out, and then join in or sabotage it."

Although the name wasn't explicitly mentioned, it was undoubtedly Amon. The meaning behind these words was clear: he had been targeted by this bratty kid who liked to wear a monocle.

"At least He can't parasitize me."

Although this might further increase Amon's interest in me.

With a wry smile, Sirion handed Adam the black classic wallet from Amon.

The latter only glanced at it and did not take it:

"Keep the gadgets Amon made. Even if you give them to me, you'll just get another one. He has enough Time Worms to waste."

"..."

As expected of the King of Angels who embodies most of the characteristics of the "wrong" path, he is truly magnificent.

Noticing Adam's choice of words, he asked with some curiosity, "Isn't this Jacob's wallet?"

Adam chuckled. "Thieves don't need to carry wallets."

Cyril: .....

Okay, that seems to make sense.

He paused, then looked at Adam and asked cautiously, "Could you help me impose some restrictions on the Time Worms on here?"

Adam did not refuse. He reached out and took the wallet. His right fingertip gently traced the surface of the wallet, and one after another, complex and three-dimensional mysterious symbols appeared under his hand, forming a complex, scale-like network that enveloped the entire wallet before quickly disappearing.

Having done all this, He handed the wallet back to Cyril: "Amon can no longer influence you through it, nor can he accurately locate and monitor you, except when you are subjected to external stimuli."

"It doesn't have any obvious negative effects, but because of Amon's personality, you won't get what you want so easily when you use it."

"Also, do not use it in front of extraordinary individuals whose sequence is higher than yours, as people who have their things stolen from are usually quite irritable."

Cyril nodded seriously... I understand, using it makes you vulnerable to being beaten.

Seeing that Adam did not leave immediately after returning "Jacob's wallet," he hesitated for a moment, then suddenly realized that the other party had seen the doubt in his heart and was waiting for him to ask a question.

After considering his words carefully, he asked curiously, "Why don't you help Amon obtain the last 'Time Worm' extraordinary trait? With your help, there's a high probability that He will become the 'Lord of Mysteries'."

"With the help of a 'Lord of Mysteries,' your reclaiming of authority and traits will become much smoother."

Adam looked at him and calmly asked, "Why do you think that is?"

Um... Cyril forcibly interrupted his urge to complain and quickly said:

"Do you have any other plans?"

Adam shook his head slightly: "Even the best writer cannot make everything in the world develop according to his own wishes."

"Many times, we have to make choices and compromises."