Chapter 169: Probing

"And there is still no trace of this 'Attendant of Mysteries'..."

Antigonus had long been keeping an eye on the trail of the final 'Attendant of Mysteries' Characteristic.

But this 'Attendant of Mysteries' seemed to have vanished, never appearing in any history.

"First merge with the Unique, then go seize that 'Attendant of Mysteries' from Zaratul, and then use a sufficiently powerful convergence to find the final Characteristic!"

Antigonus stroked the 'Fool Mask' in his hand and made a decision.

A 'Diviner' can only see the flow of Fate but cannot change it; a 'Clown' can only drift with the surging river of Fate, powerless to rise or sink; but a 'Fool' already possesses sufficient power to Fool Fate.

The wandering during that period after the Destruction Demon Wolf died left this demon wolf severely lacking in a sense of security, and now, the mighty historical tide of the Fourth Epoch had pushed his insecurity to its peak.

"Who can help me? Is there anyone who will help me?"

In silence, Antigonus began planning for the future.

"Pallez will help me, I could even pray to the Black Emperor..."

"But His Majesty the Black Emperor might refuse me because of Zaratul, and might even issue a decree forbidding the Angels of the Solomon Empire from helping me."

Antigonus ruled out the Solomon option.

The best attitude the Solomon Empire could have was neutrality; after all, both Zaratul and Antigonus were great nobles of the empire.

The families of the two great nobles had long had conflicts, which only the Black Emperor could forcibly suppress.

But once Antigonus launched his plan, Zaratul would not sit idly by and wait for death.

"The Balam Empire and the Trensost Empire?"

Both of these great empires had a high probability of helping him, but the prerequisite was betraying the Solomon Empire.

"Adam and Amon..."

After ruling out all other options, Antigonus could only find these two brothers.

As sons of the Creator, the status of Adam and Amon had always been awkward.

It was only after the establishment of the Trensost Empire that they settled down there, and the Amon Family also became great nobles of the Trensost Empire.

"First, meet with Adam in a private capacity..."

After making his decision, Antigonus did not delay in the slightest; he directly summoned his own Historical Projection, "Tampered" with the coordinates, and arrived at a certain church in the Trensost Empire.

Under the power of a "Wish", Adam should be here.

"Huh, a little wolf has come over." A crow landed on the church cross.

Clearly, Amon had sensed something due to the rhythm of Fate and had come here.

Of course, the entire Trensost capital might already be filled with Amon's avatars.

A priest with a gentle face was praying under that cross.

"Antigonus..." Adam's gaze fell upon Antigonus's Historical Projection.

"You want to go a step further?" Amon spoke first, asking with great interest.

It was not difficult to deduce such a result when in possession of sufficient information.

"Why don't you go find the 'Supreme Dream'? I remember you are a Dream Angel, right?" Amon asked, full of smiles and malice.

"Oh, right now the 'Supreme Dream' is being blocked by the Witch in the Grey Fog!"

"Tsk! That's a Witch, that's Cheek!"

Amon recalled a happy thing.

Boom!

A scorching white Lightning bloomed from the void, striking directly onto the crow.

The crow was shocked into jumping up, fell to the ground with a stiff body, and twitched uncontrollably; the circle of black patterns around its eyes was blasted away, and the 'Worm of Time' was directly blasted into a pure Characteristic.

"..."

Antigonus found it truly difficult to face the scene before him with a normal expression, so he simply pretended not to see it, looking straight ahead.

"Ahem." A classical scholar wearing a Monocle over his right eye walked in from outside the church, showing the books in his hand to Antigonus.

Antigonus tried hard to keep his gaze from shifting, but Amon had already placed several books before his eyes.

At this point, he had to look.

*The Dream Sect and the Witch: A Few Things*, *Cheek's Illusion Dream*, *Dream Life Starts from the Second Epoch*...

These books themselves contained extremely precious occult knowledge, covering the history of the Second Epoch, the current status of the Dream and Witch Sects, and even descriptions of the Authority of Dream.

The value of these books themselves was already immeasurable.

The only Angels capable of writing these books were those few.

Antigonus's face twisted completely; he even had the urge to directly abandon this Historical Projection and run as far away as possible.

He felt he knew something he shouldn't have, and might be silenced.

The God of Pranks was a student of Dream, but he was just an innocent passing Angel!

Crack!

This time, a complete Lightning Storm struck Amon, directly blasting this avatar of his and those books into ashes.

The storm stirred up by the lightning lifted those ashes, scattering them, and some even landed on Antigonus.

Antigonus had never felt death so close to him, just an arm's length away.

"That's right, I am Leodero!"

In Antigonus's ears, there was the sound of wind and thunder, rolling like a tide.

"... Storm be above!" With the immense courage of offending a True God, Antigonus controlled his Historical Projection and sent off this terrifying will with a standard Storm etiquette.

A wolf's life seemed a bit too difficult at this moment.

"Ahem," an Amon walked out from the air and looked at Antigonus.

Antigonus's expression changed; his main body directly clamped the 'Fool Mask' onto his face and "Tampered" the target of the ability onto Amon.

"Fooling"!

Amon instantly lost all ability to think, mouth agape, wanting to say something, but his mind was a complete blank.

Amon had been struck by a reduction in intelligence, making it difficult to continue thinking.

"Stop messing around." Adam raised his eyes, gripped the silver crucifix, and used "Imagination" to dispel the effect of "Fooling".

"How is this messing around? I am merely testing!" The Monocle over Amon's right eye flashed with a ray of light, and his intelligence reclaimed the high ground.

"Look, Dream..."

Rumble!

Thunder exploded once again in the sky.

"Ahem, the 'Lord of Storms' only struck me, and did not strike you." Amon coughed lightly, tidied up his phrasing, and stated his purpose; in essence, this was a test of the attitude toward Dream.

"What does this represent?" Amon lightly pinched his Monocle, looking very pleased.

"It is that I chose to abandon Dream and failed to live up to his expectations." Antigonus lowered his eyelids and said in a deep voice.

"Perhaps, this is also what he wanted to see." Adam gently consoled him; he was the best Psychiatrist.

Antigonus's brows relaxed, and he nodded with a calm expression.

He walked over to sit in front of Adam, while Amon leaned against the crucifix, wearing a smile, still immersed in the joy from just a moment ago.

He had lost two avatars, but the joy he gained was enough to keep him laughing for two thousand years.