Chapter 387 Amon is coming
In a wilderness, the sky occasionally flashes with lightning, occasionally illuminating the entire wilderness.
On a dark green stone, three figures are sitting. They are concentrating on shuffling a deck of cards, then dividing them into three parts and starting the common game of fighting evil.
On the other side of the dark green stone, two figures are looking at the lightning flashing in the sky, as if debating how many times a year there will be lightning in the God-forsaken Land.
On the other side, a figure is squatting on the grass, picking up a branch in his hand, and is seriously teasing the ants crawling through the grass. Sometimes he gets too playful and deliberately messes up the neat formation of the ants, with a very happy expression on his face.
There is also a figure sitting on the grass, carefully wiping the glasses he just took off with a silky and neat light-colored glasses cloth, a pair of monocles.
There is also a figure dressed as an adventurer, standing on a stone and looking at the scenery in the distance, looking very ambitious, as if he will turn into a goshawk and fly out for adventure in the next moment.
There was also an unlucky guy who was tied to the fire rack because he said something wrong. Someone nearby was picking up branches and wanted to make a fire to roast this unlucky guy into a roasted suckling pig.
The large number of figures brought a lot of excitement to the silent wilderness.
The only thing that made people feel scared was that the facial features of these figures were exactly the same, as if they were carved from the same mold.
Suddenly, a golden light bloomed in the distance, as if a golden door was opened in the dark world.
In the wilderness, all the figures looked in that direction at the same time.
They all wore a pair of monocles, even the style and color were the same.
"Someone has come to the God-forsaken Land." The figure standing high and looking out spoke very seriously.
"Who's coming?"
"Can anyone else come in safely?"
"It's really strange. I suddenly want to go and play with him."
"It's probably another crazy believer of the true creator. His believers are always so desperate and stupid."
"It's rare to have new people come in. This should be a good thing."
"Don't you think there are more interesting things during this period?"
The complicated discussions soon made the silent wilderness lively again.
Finally, they reached an agreement with each other and decided to send three lucky people to investigate this matter by drawing cards.
In such matters, they have always been fair, and most of the time the minority obeys the majority.
Of course, occasionally, there will be a veto. As long as one person disagrees, it will be overturned and started again until everyone agrees.
This method is very time-consuming. Sometimes it takes a month to vote just to decide whether to go out and play tomorrow.
Compared with going out to play casually, they prefer to spend time on trivial matters such as voting.
After all, this is in line with democracy. As for whether it will affect or delay something, it is not within their consideration.
Soon, three lucky people were successfully selected.
One was an adventurer, one was a bard, and the other was a silent person who liked to stand still and stare blankly.
The adventurer's body turned into a goshawk, soaring into the sky, flapping his wings, and quickly flew away.
The bard looked into the distance and turned into a galloping horse.
The silent person was silent for a while, quickly climbed onto the horse's back and sat down, and then rode away on the horse in the reluctant struggle.
The rest of the people raised their hands and waved enthusiastically, singing songs, playing instruments and cheering for their departure.
After the three of them left, a unique party began in the wilderness.
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Silver City was also holding a party, a welcome party for Mr. A.
Derrick sat aside and looked at Mr. A, who was surrounded in the middle and was constantly answering questions about the outside world for the residents of Silver City, and then looked at Elder Lovia, who was always highly alert to Mr. A.
The vigilance and disgust in his eyes should not be acted. Elder Lovia really hates this outsider Mr. A.
Aren't they all believers of the real Creator?
Derrick couldn't figure it out, so he could only keep silent.
During this period of time, he asked Mr. Fool to let him communicate with Mr. Hanged Man.
In the end, Mr. Hanged Man, who has always been trustworthy, also gave similar advice to Mr. Fool, to wait and see, not to be impulsive, and leave everything to the Chief.
"Will the merciful Lord grant hope to our Silver City?"
"As long as you have always believed in the Lord devoutly, then the Lord will definitely respond to your expectations."
Mr. A spoke very naturally. He has answered this question dozens of times.
Every Silver City resident who talked to him would ask similar questions.
They longed for hope and salvation, hoping to leave this world one day.
Unfortunately, he really didn't know which road he had taken to get here. The Lord had guided him all the way.
Without the Lord, he didn't know the direction to go.
Just like now, he didn't know whether he should stay in Silver City or continue his journey.
After the party, when Mr. A and Elder Lovia passed by each other, he only heard the other party whispering: "Don't let your dirty faith affect Silver City!"
"Believers who abandon their faith are not qualified to preach to me." Mr. A just replied calmly.
He was sure that Elder Lovia must have prayed to the Lord, but her heart was not on the Lord's side, but in Silver City.
In this dark and dim world, a hawk that had traveled a long distance flew from afar and landed on a statue in the central square of the Silver City.
His eyes were looking down at this city that had not yet been swallowed by darkness with interest.
The last time he came here, he met the followers of the Fool here.
Now, people from the outside world have come here again. This is really a good place.
Should it be destroyed?
Or let it stay?
The hawk tilted his head slightly and began to think, then looked at the lightning flashing in the sky from time to time.
He suddenly had a good idea, and bet on whether the number of lightning flashing in the sky in ten breaths is odd or even.
If the final number is odd, then destroy this Silver City that should have dissipated long ago, if it is even, then he will continue to leave it alone.
Raising his head, he began to count seriously, and ten breaths passed quickly, and he got the result he wanted, one hundred and twenty-four times, an even number.
What good luck.
He regretfully withdrew his gaze, thinking whether he should count again, this time for a longer time, and bet within a hundred breaths.
But he didn't do it in the end, because his eyes were attracted.
He saw the outsider, the conspicuous and disgusting aura on his body, he was a believer of the real creator.
This made his originally good mood shrouded in a haze. He hated this real creator and didn't want to acknowledge his existence.
Should he kill him directly?
Or keep him to play a game first?
The eyes of the goshawk on the statue showed human thinking, and then he looked up at the sky again.
It happened that this time he could count a hundred breaths.
Lightning flashed one after another, and the dazzling thunder was one of the few strong colors in this world.
A hundred breaths ended, and this time it was also an even number.
This made him summarize a rule: lightning in the sky always appears in pairs.
He was in a good mood, looking at Mr. A who was meditating in the room. Just looking at him, the dust in the air, the grass debris flying by occasionally, the ants crawling over the window, and the mice looking for food seemed to come alive for a moment.
"What a terrible feeling!"
Mr. A, who was still thinking about what to do next, had a crazy spiritual warning in his mind. He stood up and shuddered for no reason, almost tripping over the chair.
He looked around with a vigilant look, looking carefully at the empty surroundings. For some reason, he suddenly felt that countless eyes were staring at him in the dark.
The inexplicable chill made him feel a huge panic.
At this time, big black rats slipped out from every corner of the room. They should have been afraid of people, but now they stood up on their hind legs, staring at him with a pair of scarlet eyes with condescending scrutiny.
Not only mice, but also various small things hiding in the room crawled out, such as spiders, small snakes, wriggling larvae, and moths flapping their wings...
They appeared in front of him without fear, staring at him with a pair of scrutinizing eyes.
Mr. A had goose bumps all over his body, and even small balls of flesh protruded on his arms, and then cracked, growing red eyeballs the size of fingertips, looking back at the scrutinizing eyes from all directions with vigilance and fear.
Perhaps they found it interesting, and the small animals around Mr. A smiled.
Mr. A was stunned for a second, and then his body turned into a pool of black tide and rushed to the window, trying to escape from here.
To his surprise, the strange mice, spiders, moths, etc. in the room did not chase him out.
But before Mr. A could breathe a sigh of relief, pairs of eyes grew around him, surrounding him with teasing eyes.
He was like a prey caught in a trap, with nowhere to escape.
Mr. A knew that a very difficult enemy must have come in secret.
Derrick was about to take a rest in the room when he was suddenly awakened by Mr. Fool's voice transmission.
"Amon is here."
This sentence was like a spell, scaring Derrick so much that he lost all sleepiness and his face turned pale instantly.