Nairn was listening to Hainas Vansant, this fanatic of the Aurora Order, as he reported various internal intelligence regarding the Aurora Order in detail.
"——That's exactly what Mr. Z told me. He said I was chosen by the Lord, and that my life would burn for the Lord's descent; that is the supreme glory!" Hainas spoke excitedly about his experience of being redeemed and brainwashed by that 'Mr. Z,' a fanatic's light shimmering in his eyes.
Nairn listened quietly, his fingers tapping the armrest rhythmically.
Like the most excellent Psychiatrist, he patiently guided Hainas, piecing together the Aurora Order's internal organizational structure, member information, and contact codes bit by bit from his words.
Nairn was thinking when, suddenly, his spirituality felt an extremely slight touch.
It was like an invisible harp string being gently plucked once.
This touch didn't come from the outside world, but originated from the 'chaos theater' deep within his consciousness.
At the same time, that Sefirah, which had been lurking like an obedient pet, gave him a gentle tug in his consciousness.
—Master, there's a situation!
A very powerful, very troublesome, but very fun fellow is spying on us!
Nairn's eyes instantly narrowed.
Existences that could make the 'chaos theater' give evaluations like 'very powerful' and 'very troublesome' were few and far between in the entire world.
Moreover, with the added qualifier of 'very fun'——
A name instantly popped into Nairn's mind.
Amon!
Only that fellow, who feared nothing more than a world without chaos, would fit these three labels.
He actually came to Tingen too?
Was it because of Adam's arrangements, or was he purely attracted by the 'Anti-Fraud Foundation' he had created?
Nairn set down his teacup and stood up.
"Excuse me for a moment," he said to the bewildered Hainas.
"Ah? Yes, My Lord." Although puzzled, Hainas immediately lowered his head, not daring to ask more.
Nairn didn't walk toward the door, but straight toward the wall of the room.
Under Hainas's shocked gaze, his body seemed to lose its physical form, like a wisp of green smoke, passing directly through the solid brick wall and disappearing from the room.
This was one of the abilities of the sequence 8 'Troublemaker' he had randomly rolled this week.
As a 'Troublemaker,' not taking the usual path—
Was simply too normal!
This was a Beyonder ability that perfectly fit the 'Troublemaker' style and also carried a few hints of the 'Trickmaster's' charm.
Just like that, he stepped into the wall, his entire person silently vanishing into the solid masonry structure.
Hainas Vansant stood frozen on the spot, mouth agape, unable to say a single word. He rubbed his eyes hard, then reached out to touch that wall.
The wall was cold and hard, without any abnormalities.
The Lord—Lord Envoy—walked through the wall?
On the other side, Nairn had already passed through the wall and arrived in the narrow, dark back alley outside the house.
The air in the alley was cold and stagnant, permeated with an ominous tension.
A thin mist drifted about, and the halos of the gas lamps appeared hazy and dim in the fog.
He'squeezed' out of the wall, the entire process as smooth as passing through a curtain of water, without making any sound.
The moment he stood firm, his gaze fixed on the front.
Across the street, beneath a gas lamp, a person stood quietly.
That person wore a classic black formal suit and a matching half-top hat. A Monocle was perched on his face, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curled into a cynical smile.
Amon!
The classic outfit, the classic temperament—there was absolutely no mistaking him.
However, what made Nairn's pupils contract slightly was that there wasn't just one.
Beside that 'Amon' stood another 'Amon'.
Identical black formal suit, identical half-top hat, identical Monocle, even that same punchable smile at the corner of the mouth was exactly the same.
Two Amons, standing side by side, just like looking in a mirror.
In this instant, all his plans, all his layouts, all his foresight, and all his composure seemed to be shattered by this dual, mocking gaze.
Now, Nairn finally personally experienced the mood of Pallez Zoroast inside Leonard's body that day, being scared out of his wits.
Being targeted by one Amon was already troublesome enough.
Now, there were two.
"Ah."
Nairn expressed his most direct feeling in his heart using the simplest language.
What's the situation? Buy one get one free?
His brain began to operate at high speed.
Between these two Amons, which one was the main body? Which one was the avatar? Or were both avatars?
The one with the powerful aura felt like a 'Marauder' family member split directly from the main body.
While the weaker one should be the avatar that the 'chaos theater' had just sensed.
Why were they here?
Were they coming for him? Or for the Antigonus Family's notebook?
Looking at their posture, leisurely waiting outside his hiding spot, they clearly weren't just passing through.
The one spying on him should be that weak avatar.
And this powerful one—is it the 'parent' he called over?
No, that's not right.
Given Amon's personality, he was more like the kind of brat who would only call the main body to clean up the mess after he himself had messed up.
Is that so? If it were the main body coming...
Nairn stopped his own train of thought.
So——
Using a powerful avatar to hold the stage and apply pressure to him, and then using a weak avatar to 'interact' with him?
Countless thoughts flashed through Nairn's mind, but the expression on his face didn't change in the slightest, remaining that same composed manner.
He even had the mood to straighten his collar, as if he had just come out for a walk and happened to run into two old friends.
The two Amons opposite him didn't show any surprise upon seeing Nairn walk out from the wall.
The Amon with the powerful aura just looked at him with great interest, as if admiring an interesting piece of art.
While the 'Magician' Amon adjusted his Monocle and was the first to speak.
His voice carried a unique tone, as if reciting a poem, full of playfulness.
"Good evening, strange gentleman."
"Your way of walking is very special."
Nairn rolled his eyes in his heart.
Nonsense, how could a Beyonder ability not be special?
However, from the moment he appeared, this confrontation had already begun.
The opponent was testing him.
He couldn't show weakness, and even more so, he couldn't let the opponent lead him by the nose.
Thus, Nairn smiled slightly and responded with an equally dramatic aria: "After all, a life following the rules is too boring, isn't it?"
"On the other hand, for you two gentlemen to visit now, dressed exactly the same—are you rehearsing some interesting two-person play?"
He threw the question back exactly as it was.
Hearing Nairn's answer, the sequence 6 Amon froze for a moment, then let out a pleasant, low chuckle.
"A two-person play? A very good description."