Looking at this kind face, Angel suddenly recalled some fragments that she had ignored or remembered but were now blurry.
In the alley of Enmat Harbor, I had a brief conversation with this man with blond hair and golden beard and clear eyes.
At Tingen's home, he tried to restore the other person's appearance, but when he prayed to Evernight Goddess for answers, the hand-drawn sketch was erased.
Not long ago, Oravi Island, I passed by him again and received a friendly and polite smile from him.
And, during today's action, the other party stood by his side and followed him from beginning to end to the private port outside the city of Bayam.
But until "Adam" said her name, she had no idea at all!
Not only Angel, but also the vigilant "finger" Maduni, "Mad Captain" Victor, and the hooded man who showed the strength of Demigod and won the battle almost overwhelmingly, did not notice that there was such a mysterious person quietly observing them on the field.
Even "Sea King" Yarn Courtman, who is still lingering nearby from time to time pulling out a stream of water vapor in the air, whipping up howling winds, and Church of Storms Saint who is paying attention to all the abnormal movements around him, treat him as if he does not exist.
At this time, this "neglected" power even enveloped Angel, allowing her to recall her lost memories in the middle of the battlefield.
"Who are you anyway?"
The memory in her mind was still Chaos, she asked in confusion.
"Adam," the blond man with golden beard was not annoyed by answering this question repeatedly, "Now, even if they see you, they will subconsciously ignore you. Only a few high-ranking beings can know the truth below 'Psychological Invisibility' using special methods."
As he spoke, he looked up at the sky, and even smiled and nodded slightly, seeming to pay tribute to Yarn Courtman, which was flying again, but the latter only passed by at a low altitude, and seemed to have given up on searching for traces of the missing Demigod near the burning "One-Eyed Skull". Instead, it circled in another direction, and soon disappeared.
Obviously, the "high-level existence" mentioned by Adam does not include Saint.
Could it be that he was referring to Angel?
Angel suddenly remembered the "Madness Ring" that he had used. This Mystical Item was formed from a copy of "Spectator", Pathway, Sequence 7, and "Psychiatrist". The effect can make people ignore the appearance of the wearer and regard him as an ordinary face that can be seen everywhere and then forgotten.
And when returning to Tingen from Enmat Harbor and coming to Grey Fog Space of Mr. Fool again, Angel The hidden memory was also recalled. At that time, she asked Hanged Man how to achieve this effect, and the other party said that it must be at least "Spectator" Demigod.
"Are you Angel of 'Spectator' Pathway?"
After connecting the clues together, Angel carefully confirmed, his tone much more respectful.
No matter what, the other party used "Psychological Invisibility" to save him from the hooded man. At least he wasn't a hostile enemy... right?
As if seeing Angel's inner doubts, Adam, who was wearing a simple white robe and a strange-shaped silver cross pendant hanging on his chest, smiled and answered:
"I have no hostility towards you, at least, for now."
He, no, He can hear my inner thoughts?
Angel was shocked and quickly put all the strange thoughts in his mind to rest.
"Don't be so afraid. This is just a brief conversation. I will use this opportunity to save you to answer your inner questions."
Sure enough, it was He who rescued me... Angel confirmed this and felt a lot more relaxed, but immediately more doubts arose.
Why did He save me?
"Why?" Adam said the question on her mind before she could speak, "Of course it's because I want to 'maintain' my design and avoid certain accidents."
Design? Does it mean that I followed "Finger" Maduni here to look for evidence of human trafficking by "Mad Captain", and this was all within His expectation? Or maybe the whole thing was arranged by this "Spectator" Pathway Angel, just like "0-08"?
Angel My scalp feels a little tight, as if a small electric current is passing through it.
"You must have thought of the Sealed Artifact that made some 'designs' in Tingen, but I am not like that, or in other words, it is more than that," Adam once again answered in advance before she asked, "Your life, your memory, and your behavior are all my 'designs'."
"Huh?"
Subconsciously uttering a single tone, and then Angel understood what Adam said.
"Are you saying that all my actions in the past six months are just like the story of Tingen written by '0-08', and were arranged by you?"
She asked slowly with a trace of hesitation, a trace of panic, and a trace of expectation.
Adam gave her enough time this time and did not "rush to answer" in advance. After Angel finished speaking, she held the silver cross on her chest and opened her mouth to answer.
His words were soft and warm, but the content was like a sharp knife thrust into Angel's heart, destroying her last trace of luck.
"Rather than arrangement or design, I prefer to call it, Imagination.
"Do you think that there really are two worlds with the same environment, similar cultures, and similar biological populations that occupy the main body of culture? Do you think that you are a Luck son who can come to another world after death and live another life with your memories? Do you think that all your memories of the past are coherent and true?"
"I..."
Angel subconsciously wants to refute that her knowledge comes from another world, and the writing and culture are completely different from this one...
"For example, you have advanced knowledge and leading technology in your mind, but do you still remember the details? Or your life, your relatives and friends from your 'last life', do you still remember their faces? Are words that only you know really only 'you' know?"
Every line of questioning was like a sharp arrow, piercing Angel's heart, making her heart seem to roll from the beach into the sea and sink to the bottom of the water.
She wanted to give examples of the technological crystallization of modern society such as "computer" and "Nuclear Weapon", but found that she only knew the name and usage, but not the principle; she wanted to use the names of relatives and friends to refute, but found that she only had vague and general memories. She could not even recall the name of Goddess, which she believed in in her previous life!
By the way, I, I still have evidence!
With a start, Angel reached for his waist, pulled out the "Good Luck" revolver, exited the magazine with trembling hands, carefully pulled out the bullet, and placed it in the palm of his hand.
When she saw the familiar engravings and runes on the bullet casing, her heart dropped slightly.
"Bullets that don't exist in 'this world,' huh? "Adam laughed again, in an amiable and creepy way, "'Storm Convergence', if you are willing to be taken back to Storm Church by the Mandated Punisherss, you will find that they are also using a small amount of this difficult-to-control Special ammunition made but not as effective as Charm; 'Phantom Phosphor Eruption', Fourth Epoch was invented and used by Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun together with Sun Domain's 'Purification Bullet'."
"As for the bullets you used to kill Death's spiritual descendants in Tingen, the bullets made by sacrificing Advanced Charm, God of Knowledge and Wisdom's followers are very good at doing this kind of thing."
"Do you think that the knowledge and power systems of two different worlds can be used interchangeably? Can we use the power of 'another world' just by changing the object of prayer?"
The sentence was like a heavy hammer, hitting Angel's heart, making her unable to even utter a retort. The bullet she made in her palm now became unfamiliar, like an execution weapon that was about to be shot into her heart.
"Then, Roselle?"
She spoke softly, her voice hoarse and her tone low, as if she was grasping at the last straw, trying to save herself from the flood that reached her head.
"Even the memories in your own mind are no longer trustworthy, so why do you think that the knowledge he created is something you are familiar with?
"Or maybe you're still lucky and think you're the unique one?"
Adam's right hand was released from the cross on his chest, and he stretched forward slightly, pointing towards Angel. His light-colored pupils were dyed with pure gold like the color of his hair and whiskers.
In an instant, the surrounding environment became dim, and another memory appeared in Angel's mind.
She lay on the cold floor, her eyes opened with difficulty, and there were two figures standing in front of her. One of them was the white-robed man in front of her, Adam, and the other was covered in darkness like night.
"Her memory has been shaped," Adam said, facing the figure beside her, his tone as gentle as ever, "She will forget her past memories and sins, and regard herself as a reborn, clean and pure person. Next, Tingen's affairs will be left to you."
The other figure nodded slowly.
"Now, do you remember it? That 'initial' memory."
Angel's eyes became bright again. Standing on the beach, amidst the bustle of Sailor and the slave girls, he seemed to be independent from the world and the spotless white-robed man opened his arms.
"Now, do you still think you are 'yourself'? Angel Granger?"
"Or, it would be better to call you by your original name, Cole Granger."
The last blow fell, shattering all the luck in Angel's heart.