Chapter 481 Amon: Night and stars, a perfect combination

Chapter 481 Amon: Night and stars, a perfect combination

The news in today's newspapers did not include the latest news about the war between the Kingdom of Loen and the Feysac Empire. Most of them were about the romantic affairs between the nobles, the cases that happened in different places, and the recent scientific research progress.

The lack of heavy news made today's newspapers particularly difficult to sell.

The young man riding a bicycle and carrying a gray bag only sold 12 newspapers from the dawn to the sun at noon.

He could earn 1 penny for every four newspapers. He earned a total of 3 pennies, which could only be used to buy some bread for lunch.

The young man did exactly that. He came to a bakery and took out 3 pennies from his pocket, wanting to buy a lemon cake.

"Sir, if you want to fill your stomach, this black bread is the most suitable choice for you." The female clerk of the bakery refused politely.

"But I just want to try its taste."

"I'm sorry, 3 pence is not enough to buy it. You should choose other more practical food."

"Okay."

The young man took back the 3 pence with some regret, stretched out his hand to gently push the monocle on his eye socket, looked at the bakery, then turned around and rode his bicycle, humming a little tune and left.

He held the handlebars with one hand to control the forward route of the bicycle, and took out the exquisite lemon cake from somewhere with the other hand and tasted it slowly.

The bicycle passed through the streets and alleys, passed by the door of the Storm Church, and turned a corner deliberately, muttering, "Next time, I have to steal this church."

As night fell, people who went out to work flew back like birds returning to their nests.

The young man who sold newspapers on a bicycle also returned to where he lived, with 8 pence earned today in his pocket.

"Boklund Street, this place is very good."

The young man leaned his bicycle against the corner of the wall, and locked his bicycle very considerately, and then left with satisfaction.

He was like a homeless person, wandering alone on the street, occasionally squatting down to observe the ants crawling slowly on the ground.

He stretched out a finger to tease the panicked little ant because of the puddle in front of him. Soon, the ant became his shape, and the eyes of the birds returning to the nest to rest on the tree also changed, as if they were wearing a monocle.

"This place seems to have good prey."

The young man seemed to smell something interesting and looked up at House No. 39, the home of Senator Macht.

He picked a blooming rose from somewhere and was breaking it petal by petal, muttering to himself: "Let him go, eat him, let him go, eat him..."

When he counted the last rose petal, he just said the words "let him go".

This was obviously not what the young man wanted. He frowned slightly. Soon, a petal of flower blew from a distance with the wind, and he smiled: "Eat him."

At night, on the second-floor balcony of Congressman Macht's house, Hazel was feeding her teacher cheese and sausages, and also prepared a small dish of milk to quench its thirst.

"Teacher, eat slowly. If it's not enough, I'll get more. I'll definitely make you full."

"Hmph, these foods..." The mouse, who was respected as a teacher, said disdainfully, and suddenly his body stiffened, as if sensing some incredible changes, and a small piece of yellow cheese fell from its two front paws.

"Teacher, teacher, what's wrong with you?"

Hazel shouted anxiously, but her teacher suddenly rushed under the table, and then ran along the floor, along the balcony to the sewer pipe on the first floor, at a very fast speed.

Looking at it, it seemed that some terrible predator was chasing it.

"Teacher, wait for me!"

Hazel hurriedly followed her teacher, fearing that something might happen to it.

The man and the mouse left the balcony, the garden, and came to the street, and then ran into the grove not far away.

At this time, Hazel saw that on the roof of a four-story building in front of her, a black cat appeared at some point. It was moving on the roof of the house like a leisurely stroll, but its eyes were always looking in the direction where her teacher fled.

It turned out that a cat appeared, no wonder it caused the teacher's stress response.

Hazel wanted to climb onto the roof and drive the black cat away, but this was obviously unrealistic.

She followed her teacher closely and entered the grove. She was shocked to find that her teacher had turned from a mouse into a tree, and there were gray mice gathering around, as if they were guarding the tree.

"Cat, cat, cat..."

The tree was trembling, and its branches and leaves were shaking constantly. The fear of natural enemies deeply rooted in its genes swallowed up its remaining little sanity in an instant.

"Teacher, don't worry. I'm here to protect you. I won't let any cat hurt you."

Hazel's kind and caring words gradually made the teacher who turned into a tree regain his sanity.

"I shouldn't have parasitized a mouse in the first place."

The bark of the big tree in front of him fell off, revealing a pair of red eyes. When its eyes swept over Hazel in front of him, deep greed flashed in the depths of its eyes.

"I may not have much time left."

"No, teacher, you will be fine."

"I'm not as optimistic as you."

"But it's better to be optimistic. If you are too desperate, it's too pitiful."

A voice came from nowhere, causing Hazel to concentrate and be alert instantly. Although her legs were shaking a little, she still stood in front of her teacher.

"Really?" Inside the tree with the skin peeling off, the previously resentful and angry voice calmed down, with a bit of confusion, as if it was about to be persuaded.

At this time, Hazel saw a figure slowly walking in from the bushes. He laughed and said, "Relax, I have a way to stop you from losing control, as long as you do what I tell you to do."

The man was wearing a black windbreaker like a robe, paired with black pants and black leather shoes. He had a thin face, a tall hat and a very distinctive monocle. He looked very gentle.

Hazel, who was standing in front of the tree, wanted to ask, "Who are you?" But a trembling fear came from deep in her brain, making her unable to say a word. She even took the initiative to move aside to let her teacher face the man.

The visitor simply glanced at Hazel, then set his sights on the big tree in front and smiled, "Are you a descendant of Jacob's family?"

"Yes, yes, do you know my ancestor?" The mouse inside the tree asked in a weak and hopeful tone.

The visitor touched his chin, as if he remembered something, and then raised his mouth slightly and said, "Of course."

"They taste quite good."

The descendant of Jacob's family in the big tree was silent for a while, and after several seconds, he shouted in horror: "You, you are the blasphemer Amon!"

A strange insect with only seven or eight links crawled out of the hole in the tree.

The translucent parts of those insects were floating with many three-dimensional patterns, and it seemed that time was passing on the links.

But soon, they became very stiff and solidified in place.

Even the group of gray mice around them crawled on the ground, not daring to move.

Amon pinched the upper and lower ends of his monocle and smiled, "It's too late, isn't it?"

"If you had struggled and resisted at the beginning, it might have worked, but now, you don't think I'm the only one here, do you?"

As he spoke, the surrounding bushes shook, the leaves on different trees swayed gently, and birds jumped onto the branches, making crisp sounds.

At this moment, a meow sounded, breaking the atmosphere that was about to solidify here.

A group of cats, black, flowery, chestnut, white and various colors, came nearby at some point. They stood on the treetops and pounced on the birds.

In the starry sky above, the light of the crimson moon and the stars broke through the clouds and sprinkled their unique light on the earth.

Seeing that things were changing, the descendants of Jacob, who were about to despair, burst into an amazing desire to survive.

Translucent strange insects drilled out of the tree holes again, and the time around them was briefly stagnant at this moment.

Taking advantage of this time difference, the descendants of Jacob's family who turned into a big tree turned back into mice again, spread their feet, and ran deeper into the woods.

Amon raised his eyebrows slightly, looked up at the starry sky above his head, his face was unclear, looked at the prey that fled in panic, and did not choose to chase, but just chuckled, "The night and the stars are a perfect combination."

The group of cats that suddenly appeared also slipped away at this time, and soon everything here returned to calm.

Only Hazel, who was frightened and stunned in place, didn't know what to do, and lived in the same space with Amon.

"It seems that your teacher doesn't love you as much as you think."

Amon restored his usual smiling face, but such a smile made Hazel feel scared from the bottom of her heart. She subconsciously took a step back, her legs weakened, and fell to the ground, her eyes full of fear.

"Tell me, how should I deal with you?"

"I, you..."

Hazel was so scared that she couldn't even say a complete sentence.

"Since your teacher has escaped, then you should recognize me as your teacher. I am good at teaching."

Amon chuckled. After Hazel's eyes were blurred for a while, when she looked at Amon again, she said anxiously: "Teacher, let's leave here quickly. I know a relatively safe place."

"Okay."

Amon pushed his monocle and followed Hazel naturally.

At 160 Böklund Street, Klein had already left here in a carriage.

Just now, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, and at the same time, a black cat brought him a note with only the word "I'm here" written on it.

Although the words were concise, Klein still understood clearly that this sentence meant that Amon had come to Backlund and was very close to him!