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"Sorry, 3p is not enough to buy it. You should choose other more realistic foods."

"Ok."

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

He held the handlebar with one hand to control the forward path of the bicycle, and with the other hand he took out the exquisite lemon-flavored cake from nowhere and tasted it slowly.

The bicycle passed through the streets and alleys and passed by the door of the Church of Storms. It made a special turn and murmured, "Next time, I have to steal this church."

As night falls, people who go out to work fly back like birds returning to their nests.

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

"Berklund Street, this place is very nice."

The young man leaned his bicycle against the corner and thoughtfully locked his bicycle before leaving with satisfaction.

He was like a homeless man, 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 little ant that was panicking because of the puddle in front of him. Soon, the ant became his shape, and the eyes of the birds returning to their nests in the trees also changed, as if they were also wearing a piece of Same as a monocle.

"This place seems to have good prey."

The young man seemed to smell something interesting and looked up at House No. 39, Congressman Macht's home.

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

When he finished counting the last rose petal, he happened to read the words "let him go".

This was obviously not the result the young man wanted. He frowned slightly. Soon, a petal of a flower blew in the wind from a distance, and a smile appeared on his face: "Eat him."

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

"teacher

, take your time to eat, if it’s not enough, I’ll get more, I’ll definitely make sure you’re full.”

"Hmph, these foods..." The mouse, who was respectfully called the teacher, said in disgust. Suddenly, his body froze, as if sensing some incredible change, 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, then ran along the floor and along the sewer pipe from the balcony to the first floor, running at a very fast speed.

It looked like some terrible predator was chasing it.

"Teacher, wait for me!"

Hazel hurriedly followed her teacher, fearing that something would go wrong with it.

One person and one mouse left the balcony, left the garden, came to the street, and ran into the woods 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 towards The direction in which his teacher fled.

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

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

She chased after her teacher and entered the woods. She was shocked to find that her teacher had turned from a mouse into a tree. There were also gray mice gathering one after another nearby, as if they were guarding the tree. Same.

"Cat, cat, cat..."

The tree was trembling, its branches and leaves constantly swaying. The fear of natural enemies deeply embedded in its genes suddenly swallowed up its little remaining sanity.

"Teacher, don't worry. I'm here to guard you and I will never let any cat hurt you."

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

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

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

"My time may be running out."

"No, teacher, you will be fine."

"I'm not as optimistic as you are."

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

A voice came from nowhere, making Hazel instantly alert. Although her legs were a little trembling, she still stood in front of her teacher.

"Really?" In the big tree with its peeling skin, the previously resentful and angry voice became calmer, with a bit of confusion, as if it was about to be persuaded.

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

The visitor was wearing a robe-like black trench coat, paired with black pants and black leather shoes. He had a thin face, a tall top hat and a distinctive monocle. He looked very elegant.

Hazel, who was blocking the way in front of the big tree, wanted to ask, "Who are you?" But a trembling fear came from deep in her brain, making her unable to say a word, and even took the initiative to get out of the way. , let your teacher face the visitor.

The person who comes is just simple

After glancing at Hazel, he fixed his gaze on the big tree in front and said with a smile, "Are you a descendant of Jacob's family?"

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

The visitor touched his chin, as if recalling something, then raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said, "Of course."

"They taste pretty good."

The descendants of the Jacob family in the big tree were silent for a while, and after several seconds they 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.

There are many three-dimensional patterns floating in the translucent parts of the insects, and time seems to be passing through the links.

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

Even the group of gray rats around them were prostrate on the ground, daring not to move.

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

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

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

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

A group of cats, in various colors including black, floral, maroon, and white, came nearby at some point. They stood on the canopy of the tree and were rushing toward the birds.

In the starry sky above our heads, the light of the crimson moon and stars broke through the clouds, spreading their own light onto the earth.

Seeing that things have changed, the descendants of the Jacob family, who were about to despair, burst out with an astonishing desire to survive.

Translucent strange insects emerged from the tree holes again, and the surrounding time paused briefly at this moment.

Taking advantage of this time difference, the descendant of the Jacob family who had turned into a big tree returned to the appearance of a mouse again, spread out his feet and ran deeper into the woods.

Amon raised his brows slightly, looked up at the starry sky above his head, with an unclear expression on his face. He glanced at the prey that had fled in panic, and did not choose to pursue it. He just chuckled, "The night and the stars are really a perfect combination."

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

Hazel and Amon were left in the same space as they were left stunned in place, not knowing what to do.

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

Amon returned to his usual smiling face, but this smile made Hazel feel scared in her heart. She subconsciously took a step back, her legs became weak, and she fell to the ground, her eyes full of fear.

"Tell me, what should I do with you?"

"I, you..."

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

"Since your teacher has escaped, then you can consider me your teacher. I am very good at teaching and educating people."

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

"Okay."

Amon pushed up his monocle and followed Hazel naturally.

At No. 160 Berklund Street, Klein had already left here in a carriage.

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

Although the words were concise and concise, Klein still clearly understood that these words meant that Amon had arrived in Backlund and was very close to him!

Chapter 482 Dream Gathering

The only person who could send this note at this point in time was Mr. Hastur, and the cat that sent the letter was the black cat named Azshara next to him.

Although Amon may not be aware of the secrets he hides, Klein does not want to be in the same area as Amon.

It's more reassuring to stay away.

As for where to go so late at night, St. Samuel's Church was a good choice. It was not far away, and since I had a good relationship with the bishop there, no one would suspect anything.

In St. Samuel's Church, there is also a prayer at night. Night is the kingdom of the goddess of the night. Praying at this time is more atmospheric than during the day.

What surprised Klein was that Leonard was also here tonight.

Could it be that he also came here to avoid Amon?

Klein glanced at Leonard as if nothing had happened, and Leonard was also observing him, as if he wanted to understand the purpose of his appearance here tonight.

After looking at each other for a few times, the two of them looked away in a tacit understanding. One went to talk to the archbishop, and the other went to chat with the bishop...

Late at night, in the Hall of Stars, Hastur is overlooking Berklund Street.

In his field of vision, Amon had many incarnations lurking near Hazel's house. There were ants crawling on the ground, branches, birds resting on street lamps, and tiny dust in the air. They all became Look like Amon.

It is certain that Amon who came to Backlund was just a clone and was not very strong. He was estimated to be between Sequence 3 and Sequence 4.

Otherwise, the descendant of the house of Jacob who became a mouse would not be able to escape from His hands.

This is not a power that is difficult to defeat. Even the Star Container can defeat him alone. However, it will easily attract the attention of Amon's body. Although he is still playing hide and seek with the high-dimensional overlooker, he still needs a little time. Beware of Him.

The attitude of the goddess of the night was also very subtle tonight. She obviously also provided Klein with a certain degree of secret protection, so that he would not be easily exposed by Amon.

It is better to deal with these clones of Amon earlier. His existence adds Amon to Backlund's already gray weather.

On the streets late at night, the members of the yellow-clad monks were still bathed in the light of the stars, devoutly following the unknown figure in yellow in their hearts.

The dim light of the street lamps on both sides could not penetrate the thick gray fog, and could only illuminate a small area around him.

"Along the shore, cutting through the clouds, the twin suns sank toward the lake, and long shadows fell. There, it was a wonderful night with black stars rising..."