Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Esther walked into this small room, which only had a bed, hanging clothes racks and a lift-up wooden table top. Instead, she smiled. It was very similar to a low-cost apartment she rented in the East District before, making the best use of the small space. To the extreme, save when you can.

"Then you live here. Sorry, the place is so big... Anyway, if anything happens to you, come up and find us."

Esther nodded again and expressed her gratitude to the young apprentice sailor David. He smiled happily and turned away to report to the captain.

They finally settled down. Fortunately, they didn't become suspicious. Is this also a part of good luck?

Esther breathed a sigh of relief. She would have to find an excuse to explore the source of that strange smell later. The thing that gave her a sense of nausea must not be something fun.

It’s so troublesome not being able to speak!

After complaining in her heart, Esther once again used the national curse to spurn Amon.

He knew that stealing my thoughts would directly awaken "Zoya", which is not hard to guess. But isn’t He capable of parasitizing me? Why doesn’t He parasitize me? Worried about being defeated by "Zoya"?

Esther thought about these questions, put the board down from the wall, and fumbled to sort out the things in her satchel.

In addition to the maracas that was still useless, the harmonica that could not be used for the time being, and the wind chimes that were basically dismantled into iron sheets, iron wires and thin wires, the remaining items were about thirty gold pounds in cash, a few bandages and the last tube. Styptic powder, a vial of essential oil used in ritual offerings or invocations to the Fool.

The silver Holy Emblem of Night is still there, but it has no real use for Esther. The notebook she used to organize information is still there, but the pen has disappeared.

Esther's cloak has become quite tattered and is basically useless. The stone that could raise sparks was still there, but considering that it came from that weird island, Esther decided to find an opportunity to let it sink into the sea.

Esther swung the sand hammer twice. Since she had no usable weapons at hand, this thing became the most lethal thing. She didn't know what it was made of.

She still holds a grudge against her head that was bruised by it.

But she still kept the most important thing, the thin snake that emitted a conspicuous light in her perception. Esther suspected that it was some kind of extraordinary material, but it did not give off any special smell.

Esther used it to activate the "destiny" pathway ability in her blood, creating a circulation belt that separated from the outside world for several minutes, and then trapped other Amon clones inside the island.

Because she didn't know how to use it, Esther could only put away the small green snake as a means of protection, coil it into a roll and stuff it into the wooden box where the wind chime was placed.

This thing was too important to her when she lost all her light.

If only it could be converted directly into points of light. Esther couldn't help but have such thoughts, but this snake was a dead thing, and now she could only barely absorb the fate of a living thing.

Putting the things back into her bag, and snapping the wooden board that was used as a tabletop back to the wall, Esther sat on the edge of the bed, leaning against the rocking hull of the boat.

She relaxed her perception of the outside world, allowing the fragmented and overlapping shadows to disappear into the darkness. Esther imagined the sound of the steam engine running, the waves and the wind rushing non-stop, curled up, and rested her forehead on her knees.

Finally able to stay away from the island that made her despair, Esther sighed heavily and felt her heart clearing up. Although it was not the time to be happy yet, there were still things on this ship that were not safe, but she could not suppress the joy that made the corners of her mouth turn up.

Finally free.

It feels so good to not be controlled by others.

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Time is extremely blurry for a cabin without clocks and windows, but Esther has no such problem. She has always had an accurate sense of time.

Thinking about it now, this should have nothing to do with "Zoya's" ability.

Outside the Blue Gull, the sky was dark, the vast starry sky lifted the skirt and appeared elegantly, and the crimson moonlight stretched out and enveloped everything.

This is a full moon that comes very early, and it has not yet reached its peak of brilliance.

"Dong dong!" Someone knocked hard on the door.

Esther had already regained consciousness when someone approached her, but she still spent a few seconds concentrating on letting those intertwined color blocks and lines reappear in her "sight".

After someone knocked on the door, she got up and opened the door. Even before opening the door, she could already sense who was outside. What Esther didn't expect was the man the captain called "Old Jack." The head chef actually came to deliver dinner to her in person.

"Dinner for one person. This little old boat doesn't have much good stuff. Put down the table."

Esther put the table down first before taking the tray from the chef's hand. On it were still hot grilled fish with onions, rye bread slices, cabbage soup, and a small orange wedge.

"Hmm." She bowed to the chef gratefully, but then made gestures, put the rye bread slices and oranges aside, and handed the rest back to the chef.

She wanted to eat it, but she couldn't. Esther felt deeply regretful, and she didn't want to return the chef's kindness like this.

Of course, the head chef also misunderstood. He waved his calloused palms impatiently: "You paid for it! It doesn't matter for such a small amount."

Esther shook her head repeatedly. The chef saw her face full of pleading, and misunderstood her again: "Don't you have an appetite? That's right, after all you have experienced this kind of thing... If you are hungry, find a boy." Kitchen errands! No need to be polite to those frizzy children."

Esther smiled and nodded. Although the chef's understanding had many deviations, since she couldn't speak, she couldn't even explain anything and could only let the other party misunderstand.

The head chef glanced at Esther again and whispered: "Don't be too sad. Since you can barely see, I'll recommend you an old friend's restaurant in Pulitzer Harbor. At least you can have a good time while working." There is no problem with food and clothing.”

Esther was stunned for a moment, felt grateful, raised her skirt again and saluted, smiled at the chef and nodded: "Hmm."

The head chef sighed and left with the food on the tray, and Esther closed the door.

The head chef was very enthusiastic towards her, and Esther felt no malice from him. Instead, she could keenly sense emotions of regret and reminiscence. She could only guess whether he had also had some sad experiences.

She emptied the small box containing the wind chime, stuffed the iron pieces of the wind chime into the compartment of her satchel, then broke the bread slices into several pieces and hid them in the box with the orange slices.

But after two more meals, there would be no place to hide it. Such a move would be easily exposed, and it would be a pity to just throw it away.

Esther had to admit that her mouth was watering just now when she smelled the hot grilled fish.

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Late at night.

Esther, who had been lying back on the bed to relax, suddenly sat up. The sweet and nauseating smell was getting stronger. As her mind moved, a silver half-face mask appeared.

Esther just thought about it for a moment and decided to investigate the matter clearly.

This is not entirely due to so-called kindness or destiny guidance. The most important thing is that she can't sail a boat at all!

If something happened to the people on this ship, she would really have no choice but to drift back to the shore based on luck. In a sea full of possibilities, Esther did not have such strong confidence in her good luck.

What's more, she also got help from the captain and the head chef. If they were in danger, Esther would certainly not stand idly by.

Esther left the wooden door of this room ajar. In order to make it easier to confirm the location of this room, she coated a piece of iron wire with essential oil containing spiritual materials, so that it could show a more vivid color in her perception. , and then stick the wire on the bottom of the door frame as a mark.

In this way, the wooden door that is not completely closed will not loosen easily. As long as Esther leaves the color exposed under the door, she can easily find her room without being confused because she cannot see the room number outside the door.

As she walked towards the stairs, she also counted the approximate number of the room. With such double insurance, the probability of walking into the wrong door was very small.

Esther walked down the stairs to the lower level.

There was no light in the dim corridor, but her "vision" did not need candles to provide illumination. She walked slowly along the steps to the end. There were only a few sealed storage rooms, and the door handles were all padlocked. I don't know. What's in it.

The sweet smell of blood that she could smell became stronger and stronger, which made Esther's stomach twitch uncomfortably again, but instead she quickened her pace and continued walking along the corridor.

Her tracking operation stopped at a relatively small room. Looking at the two empty barrels piled at the door and the long mop lying on the ground, it should be a utility room inside.

The wooden door of this room was also closed. Esther couldn't hear the knocks coming from the door, but she could feel some kind of weak and struggling scream, as if someone was asking for help.

Esther glanced at the long mop on the ground, decisively put away the sand hammer in her hand, picked up the mop and carried it in her right hand.

Neither of them had sharp edges, but the long weapons made her feel more at ease.

Because "spiritual intuition" had no more dangerous warnings besides nausea, Esther boldly knocked on the door with her free left hand, and then immediately took two steps back, ready to steal the other person's thoughts at any time.

What made Esther frown was that a female voice actually responded from the room, sweet and delicate as a child: "Who is it?"

Just these words that fell into her perception made Esther very uncomfortable. She took a step back again, raised the wooden mop in her hand and pointed it at the door.

However, in fact, what really came from the door was a vague, foaming sound. If another person were here, the sound that Esther perceived would not be heard at all.

The person at the door seemed a little anxious and asked again: "Who is it?"

Then the wooden door was opened from the inside, revealing the figure of a tall and thin man, wearing a slightly yellow shirt and dressed as a sailor.

The most eye-catching thing should be the two hollow eye sockets on his thin cheeks with a mustache that were constantly leaking blood and tears.

In Esther's "sight", what made her most irritated was the puppet lying on top of the man's head, clutching his black hair.

The palm-sized doll was full of bright red lines, and as soon as the door opened, it appeared in Esther's consciousness very clearly.

The doll raised its head, revealing a round face with exaggerated blush. Its eye sockets were also hollow, but at this moment, two blue eyes with nerves still filled its mouth. full.

The two eyeballs squirmed, turning around in the puppet's mouth, making a "gurgling" sound.

Esther clearly "heard" that delicate question again:

"Who is it?"