Chapter 359

The sudden change and the mad aura that even he was somewhat affected by made Lu Mian instinctively pull back the spirit he had extended to the scars on his right palm.

The strange change stopped, and everything returned to normal.

Lu Mian looked around, worried that the aura just now would attract unnecessary attention.

At this moment, the room was unusually quiet, and the surroundings were slightly dim, as if a layer of soundproof dark glass had been installed.

Lu Mian felt relieved and turned his gaze back to Ms. Magician:

"What's going on?"

"The Alista Tudor aura that comes with the traces, but it has no actual effect; it can't deter others or make them submit," Ms. Magician said with a smile, holding the glass containing the pale red wine. "Combined with the 'Face of Nisse,' you can go to the Old Pigeon Cage to perform as the 'Blood Emperor'."

Can only be used for performance, or to scare people on specific occasions? Lu Mian nodded thoughtfully:

"What negative effects will these traces bring me?"

Ms. Magician laughed:

"A bit more mad, more fierce, and more impulsive, but you're not lacking in that regard anyway."

Her meaning was that he already had a pile of similar negative effects, so as long as it didn't exceed the limit, there would be no problem, or rather, he was already used to it and it wouldn't get any worse.

"That's good then," Lu Mian breathed a sigh of relief.

Ms. Magician sipped the pale red wine and specifically reminded him:

"You are currently relying mainly on your own willpower and the 'Ascetic's' ability to endure to suppress those negative effects and maintain a normal state. But when appropriate, it's necessary to vent a little. It's like a reservoir; you can't keep storing water, you have to find an opportunity to release some, otherwise, if it accumulates day by day, you'll either break the dam or overflow the reservoir area, leaving behind psychological problems."

That's true. The subsequent advancement of the 'Ascetic,' the 'Monk,' emphasizes endurance and accumulation, but also adds explosive content... Lu Mian understood Ms. Magician's point.

At the same time, he thought of some things:

After joining the "Iron and Blood Cross Order," exploring the underground Trier would be inevitable. Although he possessed the "Blood Emperor's" aura and had the qualifications to enter specific places and open certain treasures, would he also trigger more abnormalities and encounter more dangers because of this?

Lu Mian expressed his worries, and Ms. Magician nodded gently:

"This is a completely foreseeable development.

"Just like, uh, as the saying goes, this is both a gift and a curse."

"If you don't want to take such a risk, wait two or three days and pray to Mr. Fool again, asking Him to help you clear the Alista Tudor aura. Remember, you must specify that it is the aura of a high-level 'Hunter' pathway individual, so as to avoid misunderstandings and remove unnecessary things during the 'excision surgery'."

"Can't it be cleared by the state reset at 6 o'clock every day?" Lu Mian habitually asked.

Ms. Magician shook her head:

"This level of aura cannot be reset."

Lu Mian fell into deep thought, hesitating whether to keep the Alista Tudor bloodline aura or use a ritual to remove it.

Thinking that entering the underground and finding that Trier of the Fourth Epoch was a task that would inevitably be assigned by the "Iron and Blood Cross Order," and that triggering abnormalities was a high-probability event, he hardened his heart and decided to keep the fresh red scars on his right palm.

Unlike other members of the "Iron and Blood Cross Order" who hadn't suffered the corruption of the building at 13 Market Avenue, only the Alista Tudor bloodline aura could allow him to receive the "treatment" of the corrupted in the underground, so that he wouldn't suddenly lose his head while others were fine.

As for the potential crises, he wasn't without worry, but he could only choose the one with the smaller downside.

Anyway, finding the entrance to that Trier of the Fourth Epoch wasn't his task alone. At that time, there would inevitably be multiple members of the "Iron and Blood Cross Order" cooperating, and perhaps Gardner Martin would lead the team. If the sky falls, everyone will carry it together!

Seeing that Lu Mian seemed to have made up his mind, Ms. Magician didn't say much and quietly tasted the pale red wine.

Lu Mian turned to ask about another matter:

"What exactly does that archipelago swindler Monit, or rather, those people at the 'Different' Dance Hall, want to do? Is their goal really to hope that I obtain the Alista Tudor bloodline aura and open some treasure in the future? But why don't they get it themselves? They have already stolen the Earth Blood mineral and can clearly enter the area of the 'Samaritan Woman's Spring'."

"Maybe it's too dangerous, and they don't want to try it themselves. If you fail, you welcome the return of the 'Blood Emperor's' remnant spirit; if you succeed, they wait for you to find the treasure," Ms. Magician said with a smile.

"Welcome the return of the 'Blood Emperor's' remnant spirit?" Lu Mian expressed confusion at this statement. "I felt at the time that as long as I touched the pale spring water, I would die immediately, die completely. I shouldn't be able to become a vessel for the 'Blood Emperor's' resurrection."

Ms. Magician thought for a moment and said:

"Normally, that should be the case, but you are a 'Hunter,' and you have Mr. Fool's seal and an angel of the Fate pathway on you. Once you are dragged into the spring eye and merge with the 'Blood Emperor's' remnant spirit, it might trigger an unpredictable explosion, allowing Alista Tudor's figure to take the opportunity to break free from the shackles, no longer having even death itself imprisoned."

Lu Mian pondered Ms. Magician's words, feeling that the more he thought about it, the more problems there were, and the more terrifying it became.

Ms. Magician gently shook her wine glass:

"That was just my speculation. The true purpose of those at the 'Different' Dance Hall remains to be confirmed. It might even just be a prank that endangers your life, to interfere with our judgment of other things.

"In short, you must increase your vigilance and cannot feel that the other party has achieved their goal and you can relax."

Lu Mian said "Mm," indicating that he would definitely not be careless.

Actually, even if Ms. Magician hadn't mentioned it, he would still be on guard against that archipelago swindler who always appeared underground at critical moments.

This guy was almost giving him psychological trauma.

"Should I report the abnormality of the 'Different' Dance Hall to the two major churches?" Lu Mian asked tentatively.

Ms. Magician said with a slightly strange expression:

"I have been observing that dance hall for a period of time and found that the vast majority of people wearing monocles on their right eyes are normal; only a few have problems, and the few with problems are not fixed—it's this one today, and that one tomorrow, making it difficult to lock onto.

"Moreover, no one knows if He is among those who don't wear monocles on their right eyes. To do a thorough cleanup, one might have to arrest everyone on that street and everyone who has been to the dance hall, or destroy or purify them.

"But this cannot truly solve Him; it will only make Him go underground.

"Mr. Fool's 'Angel of Time' is watching this matter, hoping to find His most important clones so that He can be hurt and made to behave for a period of time."

Lu Mian was extremely confused and asked in doubt:

"What do you mean by 'is He among them'?"

Ms. Magician spoke as if those abnormal people were the same person.

Ms. Magician thought for a few seconds and said:

"He has already contacted you several times, so it is necessary for you to have a certain understanding of Him.

"He is Amon, a great noble of the Tudor Empire in the Fourth Epoch, and also the child of the Ancient Sun God who ruled the entire world in the Third Epoch."

"He is Amon?" Lu Mian remembered that the archipelago swindler Monit crawled out of the tomb of a member of the Amon family.

The person behind him was actually an angel from ancient times!

No wonder He knew so much about the tombs of the Fourth Epoch!

Ms. Magician nodded:

"He was once an Angel of King and ascended to the throne of a god, but He was defeated by Mr. Fool and is now an ordinary angel.

"He belongs to the 'Marauder' pathway. High-level individuals of this pathway have a special ability called 'Parasite,' which is to split off a part of themselves and 'parasitize' inside others. There are shallow-level 'parasites' and deep-level 'parasites,' the latter of which can make the host a clone.

"The higher the sequence, the more objects can be 'parasitized'."

Lu Mian was shocked and terrified, blurting out:

"The archipelago swindler Monit was 'parasitized' by Amon? He's equivalent to one of His clones?"

This was actually a true great figure who was once able to fight with Mr. Fool!

Ms. Magician acknowledged Lu Mian's guess.

"Yes, every member of the Amon family in the Fourth Epoch is Amon, and those who have abnormalities at the 'Different' Dance Hall are also Amon, while those who haven't shown abnormalities yet are potential Amons, or rather, potential believers of Amon."

Lu Mian was speechless.

He felt that his description of those people wearing monocles on their right eyes as bedbugs in the Golden Rooster Hotel and cockroaches in the trash heap seemed quite appropriate.

It was really too similar!

And Monit had previously been equivalent to crawling out of his own grave.

"How many clones does He have?" After a moment, Lu Mian asked.

Ms. Magician shook her head and answered:

"Since the Fourth Epoch, He has been hunting Beyonders of the 'Marauder' pathway for a long time and has collected many characteristics. No one knows how many clones He has. What you need to remember is one sentence: when you encounter one Amon, there are already many Amons hidden around; they might be mice, or they might be bedbugs, or even smaller creatures."

"Isn't this very suitable for monitoring others?" Lu Mian felt his hair stand on end.

He roughly understood why Amon knew he had the Earth Blood mineral and why He could control his movements. He also understood how the "hallucinations" came about when he felt that something was wrong and that someone was watching him during his last prayer for a gift.

"What sequence are Amon's clones roughly?" Lu Mian remembered his attempt to kill Monit in the fourth level of the tomb and asked with lingering fear.

Ms. Magician drank the remaining pale red wine and threw the glass back into the void in front of her:

"He has ways to make His clones very weak, but His level is always that of an angel. You cannot underestimate His clones because of this. Hmm, in special scenes like the third level of the tomb and below, you can determine how to treat them based on the specific situation."

Lu Mian rubbed his forehead with a headache, feeling that without knowing Amon's purpose, every entry into the depths of underground Trier was an adventure.

He changed the subject:

"What exactly is the function of the 'Samaritan Woman's Spring' water?"

(End of chapter)