Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night

"There is still no trace of this 'Secret Waiter'..."

Antigonus has already been paying attention to the last trace of the "Servant of Secrets" trait.

But this "Secret Waiter" seems to have disappeared and has never appeared in any history.

"First integrate the uniqueness, then take away Zaratul's 'Servant of Secrets', and then use strong enough cohesion to find the last characteristic!"

Antigonus rubbed the "Mask of the Fool" in his hand and made a decision.

The "divineer" can only see the flow of fate but cannot change it, the "clown" can only follow the flow of the river of fate but cannot rise and fall, but the "fool" already has enough power to fool fate.

The period of wandering after the death of the Demon Wolf of Destruction made the demon wolf seriously insecure. Now the mighty historical trend of the Fourth Age has made his insecurity reach its peak.

"Who can help me? Who will help me?"

Antigonus began to make plans for the future in silence.

"Pallez will help me, and he can even pray to the Black Emperor..."

"But His Majesty the Black Emperor may reject me because of Zaratul, and even issue a ban not allowing angels from the Solomon Empire to help me."

Antigonus eliminated Solomon's options.

The best attitude of the Solomon Empire is to not help each other. After all, Zaratul and Antigonus are both great nobles of the empire.

The families of the two great nobles had conflicts for a long time, which the Black Emperor was able to forcefully suppress.

But once Antigonus launched his plan, Zaratul could not sit still and wait.

"The Balam Empire and the Trunsoest Empire?"

Both empires have a great chance of helping him, but only if they betray the Solomon Empire.

"Adam and Amon..."

After eliminating all options, Antigonus was able to find only these two brothers.

As sons of the Creator, Adam and Amon's status has always been awkward.

It was only after the establishment of the Trunsoest Empire that they settled there, and the Amon family became the great nobles of the Trunsoest Empire.

"Meet Adam in a private capacity first..."

After Antigonus made his decision, he didn't delay at all. He directly summoned his own historical projection, "tampered" with the coordinates, and arrived at a certain church in the Trunsoest Empire.

By the power of "wish," Adam should be here.

"Hey, a little wolf is coming." A crow landed on the church cross.

Obviously, Amon sensed something because of the rhythm of fate and came here.

Of course, the entire country of Trunsoest might already be filled with clones of Amon.

A gentle-faced priest was praying under the cross.

"Antigonus..." Adam's eyes fell on the historical projection of Antigonus.

"Do you want to go further?" Amon spoke first and asked with interest.

It is not difficult to deduce such results given enough information.

"Why don't you go find the 'Supreme Dream'? I remember you seem to be the angel of Dream, right?" Amon asked with a smile and malice.

"Oh, now the 'Supreme Dream' is blocked in the gray mist by the witch!"

"Tsk! That's a witch, Chick!"

Amon thought of happy things.

boom!

Blazing white thunder burst out from the void and struck the crow directly.

The crow jumped up due to the electric shock, and fell to the ground stiffly, twitching uncontrollably. The black lines around its eyes were split apart, and the "Insect of Time" was directly split into pure characteristics.

"..."

It was really difficult for Antigonus to face the scene in front of him with a normal expression, so he simply pretended not to see it and looked away.

"Ahem." A classical scholar with a monocle in his right eye walked outside the church and showed several books in his hand to Antigonus.

Antigonus tried hard to keep his gaze steady, but Amon had already placed several books in front of him.

This time I had to watch it.

"Two or Three Things about the Dream Sect and the Witch", "Chike Fantasy", "Dream Life Begins from the Second Age"...

These books themselves contain extremely precious occult knowledge, covering the history of the Second Age and dreams, the current status of the Witch Sect, and even descriptions of the authority and power of dreams.

The value of these books themselves is immeasurable.

There are only a few angels who can write these books.

Antigonus' face was completely distorted, and he even had the urge to abandon this historical projection and run as far as he could.

He felt that he knew something he shouldn't know and might be silenced.

The God of Mischief is a student of dreams, but He is just an innocent passing angel!

Click!

This time, a complete lightning storm struck Amon, directly chopping his clone and those books into ashes.

The storm caused by thunder and lightning raised the ashes and scattered them, and some even fell on Antigonus.

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

"Yes, I am Leodora!"

Antigonus heard thunder and wind rolling in his ears.

"...The storm is rising!" Antigonus used the great courage to offend the true God to control his historical projection, and sent away this terrifying will with standard storm etiquette.

It seemed a little too difficult for the wolf to be born at this moment.

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

Antigonus's face changed, and he placed the "Mask of the Fool" directly on his face, "tampering" with the target of his ability to Amon.

"Fool"!

Amon suddenly lost all ability to think. He opened his mouth wide and wanted to say something, but his mind went blank.

Amon was dumbfounded and could no longer think.

"Stop making trouble." Adam raised his eyes, held the silver cross, and used "fantasy" to get rid of the "fooling" effect.

"What nonsense? I'm testing this!" A ray of light flashed from the monocle in Amon's right eye, and his IQ regained the high ground.

"Look, dreamy..."

Boom!

Thunder exploded in the sky again.

"Ahem, the 'Lord of Storms' only struck me, but not you." Amon coughed lightly, sorted out his words, and stated his purpose. This was essentially a test of the dream attitude.

"What does this mean?" Amon pinched the monocle lightly and felt very happy.

"It was me who chose to abandon Dreams and failed to live up to his expectations." Antigonus lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice.

"Perhaps, this is what he wants to see." Adam explained gently. He is the best psychiatrist.

Antigonus' brows relaxed and he nodded calmly.

He walked to Adam and sat down. Amon was leaning on the cross, smiling, still immersed in the joy just now.

He lost two clones, but the happiness he gained was enough to keep him laughing for two thousand years.