Chapter 752 Secret Fate

In that unusual calm, Sifa asked, "Who are you?"

Unknowingly, he used honorifics.

Now there are not many beings who can silently appear beside him. How can the other party be an ordinary person who can do this and bring him absolute spiritual tranquility?

The lady in a simple robe nodded slightly: "Arianna, Servant of the Secret."

Although Xifa didn't know which important person 'Arianna' was, but the other party claimed to be the servant of the secret, and thought that the goddess of the night was the 'mother of the secret'. Obviously, this lady was a servant who served the goddess.

In other words, it's an angel!

After all, the goddess responded and sent her angels to participate. The sheer weight of it made Xifa feel as if she was about to suffocate.

Originally, he thought that even if the goddess responded, it was only for the bishop of the local church to come forward.

But he didn't expect that the goddess would let her servant, an angel serving the secret, descend directly.

After a few seconds of silence, Xifa looked serious and saluted solemnly: "Good morning, Your Highness Arianna."

Every demigod of the angel rank must add the suffix "Your Highness" when addressing them face to face, which is a respect for angels.

Arianna tapped clockwise four times on her chest, and responded reverently: "I am an ascetic monk, you can directly call me Ma'am."

"Okay, Ms. Arianna." Sifer did not insist, not to mention that he felt that obeying the wishes of an angel was respect for him.

Arianna looked at him peacefully for two seconds, and then asked directly: "You want to deal with the clone of Amon the Blasphemer in Gurains?"

Without waiting for Xifa to answer, she said directly: "There is no need to do this now, because Amon's clone has already left."

gone?

Xifa was stunned for a moment, this was different from what he thought, he couldn't help but glanced at the lady in front of him, and a thought came to his mind: Amon noticed the arrival of this angel, so he left?

Arianna seemed to be able to see through Xifa's thoughts, and shook her head slightly: "No, Amon's departure has nothing to do with me. Amon should have peeped into your fate and learned something from your fate, so he left decisively."

"This shows that Amon has bigger plans and doesn't want accidents to happen because of you."

Amon is gone

this.

Xifa suddenly didn't know what to say.

Arianna said calmly: "However, you are already in Amon's sight. Although his body may not pay attention to you, his clone should try to approach you again."

"I can provide the power of concealment. I can conceal your destiny, making it almost impossible for the existence below Sequence 2 to peek at your destiny."

Xifa didn't understand the lady's actions for a while.

Arianna explained without any impatience: "If Amon's clone can't see your fate clearly, he won't parasitize casually and try to replace it. He is very careful, always has been."

It was only then that Xifa suddenly realized, but he also knew that once Arianna exerted the hidden power, it meant that he had entered the sight of the Evernight Goddess.

This made him sigh. With the advancement of the sequence, he will eventually enter the sight of high-level existence. The difference lies in whose sight he enters.

Compared with Amon, Xifa is of course more willing to believe in the Evernight Goddess as a righteous god, so he nodded: "Then I will thank you, ma'am."

Arianna nodded, then raised her right arm and spread her palms. A little bit of light lit up in her palm, those lights were both deep and bright, they drifted away like stars in the dark night, and fell on Xifa like a blessing, sinking into his forehead, his eyes, his chest, his whole body.

Xifa didn't feel anything, but heard Arianna say lightly: "Okay."

She added: "If you find Amon, you can pray to the goddess, and the goddess will bless you."

Xifa hastily tapped clockwise four times on his chest, and the picture showed the crimson moon: "Praise the goddess!"

"Praise the goddess." Arianna responded devoutly, and then the figure disappeared into the air as if it was erased by an eraser.

After a while, Xifa prayed to Mister Fool, asking him to look around and see if he could still see Amon.

After a while, he got a reply of "Amon has gone", which made Xifa finally heave a sigh of relief.

Bayam, in a hospital.

"I'm going to die."

On the hospital bed, a skinny old man coughed violently.

Sitting beside the bed was a local man in his thirties with slightly brown skin and curly black hair. He was wearing a Tara shirt, wide-leg pants, and a turban on his head. He was comforting the old man: "The doctor said you are fine, but you need to rest more."

The old man laughed: "Namonton, my dear son, you will not lie at all, I still don't understand my situation?"

Lying on the hospital bed, the old man closed his eyes, as if recalling.

"I am not afraid of death. When I was young, I tried to resist, I participated in the battle, and I brushed shoulders with death every day."

"Once I came home and saw my father's worried eyes, I knew that I couldn't go on like this. I broke away from the resistance organization and became an ordinary person."

"I got married and had kids, and I couldn't afford to build a house, so I was able to rent a two-bedroom apartment."

"Ten years ago, your mother was also admitted to the hospital like I am now. She always smelled of disinfectant, and she left me forever in that smell and on this hospital bed."

"Now it's my turn."

The old man opened his eyes again, held his son, and the corners of his eyes were moist: "Namonton, I am very glad that you are back, and you can let me leave under your watchful eyes in the last days of my life."

"After I die, please bury me next to your mother. She has always been afraid of being alone, so I will go to the cemetery to accompany her when I have time. Now, I can finally be with her forever."

Namonton shook his head and said: "I will, but not now, you will live for a long time, until you lose all your teeth."

The old man laughed.

In the evening of that day, the old man exhaled his last mouthful of air and closed his eyes forever.

According to his father's last wish, Namonton buried him with his mother. On the tombstone of the old man, he carved an epitaph: an ordinary person, a gentle husband, and a responsible father.

After leaving the cemetery, Namonton returned home, cleaned up every corner, then picked up a suitcase and walked out of the house.

He walked into an alley, his hair was no longer curly, his light brown skin was becoming fairer, his eyeballs, nose, and mouth moved and changed accordingly.

When he walked out of the alley, he was no longer Namonton, but Calvin Brook, a 'faceless man'.

After stopping, Calvin glanced at the house that would never come again with complicated emotions, and then seemed to say to himself: "Impersonation is just an impersonation. I can pretend to be anyone, but I can only be myself, and I can only pretend to be anyone." It's Calvin Brook."

Afterwards, Calvin's eyes became clear and bright again, without any haze.

He tightened the suitcase in his hand and started the journey again.