[The probability of you being ambushed is greater than 99%.]
"Don't we have you?" Amra sneered, "The Crown of Wisdom that knows everything...whoever possesses you will know all the secrets of the world. When the time comes, just tell me where the people inside are hiding."
"And you were the one who told me the news, and you were also the one who told me not to do it."
"Don't you think that these words and actions are contradictory?"
[……]The voice said nothing more.
The 31 seconds were about to arrive, and Amra controlled his steps, trying not to reveal any flaws at the last moment.
[I just thought you should know.]
A faint response came from my mind.
[I have no hands or feet, no body, and even if I knew something, I wouldn’t want to change anything.]
[But you humans always feel burdened by knowing these things, as if you must do them once you know them. This, in my opinion, is what demonic possession is…]
"But that's what makes us human," Amara stressed.
"Even though I...may be a bastard in their eyes, even someone like me has things that are important to me. I can achieve some goals at any cost, but the only thing I don't want is for him to die like this...for him to be disgraced after his death."
[Barish also said so...]
"Who?"
But the other party didn't reply.
At the same time, the haze in the sky suddenly broke apart, and the first ray of sunlight after the autumn rain pierced through the darkness and shone down, almost blinding Amara - and the eyes of the secret sentry who was looking at this angle.
"Damn it!"
Assassination cursed, temporarily put down the telescope and closed his eyes.
After about two seconds, vision returned.
When I raised the telescope to observe again, the "pedestrian" had disappeared.
It must have turned the corner.
The sentry thought.
The house looked normal.
There is no need to inform them about this.
Chapter 78: The Relics of My Adoptive Father
With the help of the "Crown of Wisdom", Amora easily sneaked into the mansion. He immediately walked around the house and searched, being careful not to show his figure at the window.
[How strange.] The crown said, [According to the information I received from the world, there are no fresh clues here.]
This thing can see some "lines" in reality. These lines represent various information or traces left after life actions. Amara has already known this.
"Isn't that a good thing?" He relaxed. "It means this isn't a trap. Those sentries outside are just watching the house out of habit."
I feel a little happy because this so-called "crown of wisdom" can actually make mistakes.
Amora is actually under a lot of pressure, not only because of the crime of patricide, but also because of this legendary treasure.
The source of the crown’s information is “the world”... Although Amara doesn’t really believe in such a concept, many facts have proved that what the crown says is always right.
As long as this correctness continues, it will naturally appear that any behavior that does not follow the words is "wrong."
How could he not be stressed?
Now this is good, it turns out that this guy is not really omniscient and omnipotent... Ha! Before, he tried to trick me into wearing it on my head, saying that this would connect me to the origin of the world and understand everything. Fortunately, I was cautious and did not fall for it!
As he searched, Amura shook his legs easily.
Until he was moving some old books, a photo album slipped out from the gap and fell to the ground with a thud.
The smile disappeared from his face.
It's strange to say, a villain like him... He could have formulated a plan to silence people without batting an eyelid, and was not afraid to use so many people from the Xinhuo Gang and the Charcoal Gang to "bury" himself, but when he saw this photo album, he actually revealed an emotion called "fear".
After picking up the thing, he opened it while squatting, and turned to the sixth page with the most skillful gesture. Amra stared at a photo in a daze.
It was an old black-and-white photo, which must have been taken a long time ago. The background of the photo showed that it was in a slum or refugee camp, with sewage reflecting on the ground. Most of the people entering the country were not in a good mental state.
A middle-aged detective stands in the center of the photo, holding his hat in his left hand and his right hand on a boy's shoulder.
The detective should not be young anymore, and the outline of "Alfred Doria" can be vaguely seen. He is looking at the camera and smiling, and that smile seems to contain countless emotions in the eyes of those who pay attention.
There is compassion and guilt, but the most overwhelming feeling is hope for the future.
So there is light in those eyes.
Even in a black and white photo, with such dim lighting, you can tell that there is a belief supporting him.
And boys.
Amera focused her attention on the boy.
Boys fared much worse.
His height was over one meter. According to the times, a boy who could grow to one meter at that time would be at least 5 or 6 years old.
He was a bit malnourished, and his body, especially his wrists, looked extremely thin. His face looked dirty from nowhere, he wore a tattered felt hat, his clothes were long enough to reach his knees, and his big leather shoes had holes in them.
He was not looking towards the camera, but looking to the side of it.
If there were a psychologist here, they might be able to infer that this was because the boy was subconsciously resisting the contact of the agent behind him.
He didn't trust this stranger and was afraid of him approaching him. Compared with the camera that was turned on because of the appearance of the agent, the dirty and messy environment around him was more intimate.
Amora looked down at the notes below.
[Agent: Alfred in Blackwood, and the Boy Who Looked Away]
[Photo taken in July 1950]
With a grin, he gently stroked the photo, as if reminiscing about the days when he first came into contact with the old crow.
[If you like him so much, why do you want to kill him?]
The crown interrupted his recollections.
Amara stopped smiling.
He threw away the photo album, took a deep breath, covered his face with both hands, and spoke faintly from between his fingers: "Then I have to ask you something..."
[I didn’t do anything.] The crown didn’t understand, [I just told you the nature of this world, its laws, including the laws of human society. I never suggested you do anything.]
"What do you mean 'you have no suggestions'?" Amora yelled.
"Yes! To those high and mighty nobles, we are maggots! To the rulers, we are 'expenses'! We are never treated as 'individuals' but are all summarized into a general 'collective'!... We could have continued to live in ignorance... even if we were deceived!"
"But you told me! You explained the essence of this set of rules so clearly! What do you want me to do? What else can I do????"
"I killed someone..."
He smoothed his hair up, revealing his already greasy forehead.
"Killed so many people...even him..."
“But I have to do it.”
"If I don't do this, more people will die in the future, and more people like me will be immersed in the same suffering and perish."
[I can probably understand why you do these things.]
The crown tried to comfort him.
[But I also told you, no matter what you do, no matter what anyone else does, the rules will not change.]
"I do not believe."
Amera shook her head.
"you are lying."
[I never lie.]
"Then how do you explain the images I saw in my dream?"
Amera sneered.
"'Republic'..."
"A prosperous era, a world where everyone is relatively equal, a new society, a new set of operating rules..."
"You made me dream about something like this, and then you tore it apart with your own hands and said it didn't actually exist?"
"Do you think it's fun to fool me, or do you really think everyone is so stupid that they would be fooled by such rhetoric?"
[That's not real.]
The crown emphasized.
[Actually, regarding that dream...even I don't know where it came from. The only thing I can tell you is that it has nothing to do with the history of Namibia. Perhaps only 'she' who has merged with the origin of the world knows what secrets are hidden in it...]
"enough."
Amora sighed and said, "I'm tired of your empty talk. If I didn't really need you and need you to subvert the existing rules, I would throw you into the cesspool directly."
"Click."
The sound of a door opening.
Reflexively, Amara looked up and saw a girl wearing a black corset dress, with silver-gray hair in a bun and an eyepatch on her left eye walking into the living room.
???
He stood there staring at the girl for two seconds, then finally realized—his intrusion had been discovered.
[She doesn't exist in my perception...!]
Wang Guan's tone became urgent.
[Don't get in touch with her, she's dangerous!]
But Hitzfeld had already made his move.
Before Amora stood up, she waved her hand and scattered a cloud of crystal powder in the air. With her other hand, she raised a large-caliber pistol that was obviously modified, aimed at Amora and pulled the trigger.
"boom!"
No one knew what came out of the muzzle of the gun, but it was obvious that it had produced some kind of strange reaction with the powder that had been sprinkled before. A large ball of fire exploded in the entire living room, and a giant flaming python with a body diameter of about half a meter and a length of more than thirty meters jumped out of it, baring its fangs and biting towards this side.
"Damn-"
This was beyond Amra's expectations, and he quickly rolled to the side.
The next second, the fire snake drilled through the floor.
But this is not the end.
Taking advantage of the opportunity to turn her head on the floor, Amera glanced at the culprit.
Just this one glance, he was so scared that his soul almost flew away.
The girl - she was like an elegant aristocrat, she lifted up her skirt and shook it a few times, and a heavy, hideous bone snake, which looked very heavy from the sound of it falling to the ground, fell out from the lining of her skirt and quickly stood up in the air.
Two snakes.
One in front and one behind, blocking the road.
Plus she had that gun pointed at herself.
There is no need to continue this battle.
"so--"
Lying on the ground, Amera took a breath.
"There are no relics in this house..."
"There is."
The girl interrupted him.
"'Amerah-Doria'."
"You are his legacy."
