Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

What is the feathered serpent in that picture?

After the "Pale Bone Nail" gradually returned to calmness, Esther took it out. The increasingly white sword danced in an arc in the air. After confirming that there was nothing abnormal about it, Esther stabbed it into her palm again and watched it turn into a pattern of silver threads and feathers.

It's just that those feathers have become more lifelike. When Esther moves her palms, a little bit of dark green will occasionally appear, but it is not real, and people who don't know its nature will think it is their own illusion.

The feathers on the head of the giant skeletal crocodile gradually shrank and scattered, and the bright red flesh quickly eroded and spread upward. Esther quickly kicked off the side of her skull where she could put her feet, jumped back to the ground, avoided the blood stains scattered on the ground, and ran in the direction of Alexander.

"Miss Hamel...this is unbelievable, really. Is this a form of good luck?"

Alexander smiled bitterly and organized his words. Due to the dizziness caused by excessive spiritual consumption, after knocking out the seed that gave birth to a huge flora, he could only rest under the tree trunk next to him.

Fortunately, the monster was finally dealt with.

"Maybe, I've always been lucky." Esther said with a smile.

She stretched out her hand to help the frail old gentleman up and took the heavy box from his hand. When Alexander passed by the lantern, he picked it off the branch and illuminated the path under their feet.

"Don't we need to deal with those things left over from the battle?" Esther turned around and glanced at the hill-like crocodile skeleton behind her, the plants that had grown into a huge mass, and the plants that kept climbing up the skeleton. Disgusting flesh and blood.

Alexander shook his head: "It doesn't matter. Without spiritual support, the fake flesh and blood magic can only last for an hour at most. Most of the plants will wither and a few may be left to take root in place."

Esther looked at the huge flora for a few seconds. If it were placed in the world of the previous life, it would have become a spectacle. Maybe it would be surrounded and used as an attraction or park or something, and a ticket fee would be charged.

Since there was no need to deal with the follow-up, Esther thought, and all the light spots flickered back to the top of her head, causing Esther's silver hair to be dyed light cinnamon yellow again. Only a little silver remains on the inside of the temples, which is quite inconspicuous.

Seeing this scene, Alexander smiled and sighed: "I don't know if anyone has said that you are a strange person in all aspects, although it is rude to say so."

Esther humorously matched Alexander's slightly staggering steps: "Then why do you still say that? If you are referring to these little guys, then it is normal to be strange."

"Because you give me a strange feeling, full of separation. The look in your eyes when you were immersed in the judgment situation during the battle, and now when you are chatting, it feels like two people."

Hearing these words, Esther's expression paused for a moment, and then she looked away from Alexander: "I am more focused when fighting, maybe because I was an official Beyonder before."

Alexander chuckled, but his voice became deeper due to weakness: "Ah ha, you can really see it. Are you really not testing me by saying this?"

Esther put on her friendly smile again: "Even without testing, I can get corresponding inference results through observation. I have already guessed this."

Alexander nodded: "Let me think about it. First of all, you are from Loen. Considering the situation of the church there, you are not a 'craftsman' who relies on magical items. You are definitely different from me. As for the Church of Storms, you should know better than me. ."

"It's incredible to think about how they accepted a female Beyonder. That being said, there should be women among the punishers... right?"

Because he was holding a lantern, Alexander could only adjust the glasses that were sliding up and down the bridge of his nose with the back of his hand: "At least I haven't seen them in the past few years at sea. The Church of the Eternal Sun in Intis is not in harmony with the Church of Storms, so I said We don’t know much about the Punisher, so it’s most likely that you are the Nighthawk.”

Esther fell silent. The two of them walked forward in silence for half an hour. Alexander finally recovered a little from his spiritual exhaustion and was able to gather the strength to walk on his own, no longer needing Esther to hold him up.

It's still half way to the shore.

"Your ability seems to be very special," Alexander talked softly. "Because of the access, I am more sensitive to this aspect. Their abilities seem to be restricted in some way and are not used to the extent they should be."

Esther smoothed the scattered hair on her forehead twice: "Extraordinary abilities are actually quite strange, aren't they? They are not special cases. They have been with me since I became conscious."

She has seen enough strange things, such as ancient gods, or various monsters and evil spirits.

"If I hadn't seen that scene before, it would be hard for me to imagine that these light spots would be hidden in your hair, but I can understand your indifference after the bone sword melted into your palm."

"Maybe you're just used to it. It's like what Emperor Russell said, right? If you have too many lice, you won't feel itchy, and if you owe too many debts, you won't feel worried."

Alexander smiled bitterly and shook his head: "You should know that there are huge hidden dangers in this, right? Not to mention that you yourself are still a 'thief' pathway. For any extraordinary person, if you have an additional pathway's potion or extraordinary characteristics in your body, it will Directly crazy and out of control.

"Even if you have a special physique, if you can accommodate foreign objects into your body without restriction, you may risk losing control. Don't just because you have such a special ability... I'm sorry, I'm used to preaching to others again. "

The smile on Esther's face became more sincere: "No, thank you for your concern. It's normal to preach. After all, I am also a student in your language class."

"Hahaha... That's right. Could it be that you got off the boat to come to us for class?" Alexander shook his head, himself feeling funny at such a guess.

"Maybe this is it, it's the guidance of fate." Esther rubbed the pattern on the back of her hand twice, and the dark green disappeared under her fingertips.

"You really feel a lot like Aaron to me. He sometimes acts like this and lets things work out for themselves."

Alexander sighed, and this time he stopped talking.

They finally walked out of the woods and followed the many messy footprints in the forest to the beach. The "Clover" was surrounded by large groups of foam. The man in the boat's bow held a lantern, which illuminated the red coat on his shoulders.

"It seems Captain Aaron has done some divination and knows we will come back safely."

"Although Thomas can also do divination, he is not enthusiastic about it at all, which is completely opposite to Aaron who relies entirely on divination." Alexander said with a smile.

"After all, personality is also a very important factor." Esther said casually.

She looked up at the lantern swaying twice on the bow of the ship and waved to it.

They returned to the ship.

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On the other side, Byam.

In order to meet "Vice Admiral Iceberg", Klein took Daniz to the bar to show his face arrogantly, and then asked Ireland to buy a ticket for Dirinius Island, planning to transfer to Gerage Island from there.

On the surface, "Gehrman" was still expressionless, but Klein was thinking about whether to write another letter to his fellow villagers. Since he was leaving Byam, he might want to inform her in case she would come back.

Klein has not replied to the letter Esther sent a few days ago. It doesn't seem good to not reply all the time. Telling her his next plan is not a waste of the gold coin for sending the letter.

The shipping fee of one gold coin per time is really expensive, but it is also very convenient to be able to send letters regardless of spatial distance.

Now that he had this idea, after Klein returned to the hotel, he went back to the room to find paper and pen, and put his next itinerary into words on paper.

Well, there is no need to tell Esther about looking for the red-haired Elaine. She has already provided me with enough clues. The next step is to see if the Poseidon believers near the Intis embassy have any information.

The underground gods would have such a convenient intelligence network. This was not within Klein's expectation at first, but it helped him a lot.

However, it was impossible for Klein to tell Esther about testing Lieutenant General Disease and pursuing Death documents. Reporting good news but not bad news was also a "tradition".

After writing the letter, Klein glanced through it and confirmed that there was nothing too worrying. It would take some time for him to completely digest the "Faceless Man" potion, so he could wait until he could make an appointment with Esther to ask her to help him steal the pollution on the "Eye of Total Blackness" and use it as a "secret" The main ingredient of the "Master Illusion" potion.

Klein folded up the written letter, stuffed it into the envelope, and set up a spiritual wall in the room and a ritual to summon the messenger.

Fortunately, he also knew a "thief" and had a quite friendly relationship. Otherwise, he would have to go to the Tarot Club for public opinions on this matter. At that time, the "world" would still have to entrust Esther to come full circle, so it would be better to resolve it privately.

The messenger lady should also be able to help deliver things, right?

"I!

"I call in my name:

"The spirit that wanders in the illusion, the friendly creature that can be driven, belongs exclusively to Gehrman Sparrow's messenger."

In the flickering candlelight, Reinette Tinichole, carrying four heads, walked out of the expanding flames.

"You want to..." "Send a letter..." "To..." "Who?"

"To the lady who sent you a message last time, the 'light' you called. Can you find her location?"

What surprised Klein was that the messenger lady shook her four heads at the same time:

"No..." "There's interference..." "There's no way..." "Find her."

Klein thought for two seconds and suddenly remembered that he had another item: "If I have something of hers, can I track her?"

"That depends..." "What it is..." "Not necessarily..." "It's useful."

Klein dug out a broken peace knot.

"Is this okay?"

The messenger lady looked at this thing for a moment and nodded:

"This..." "Okay..." "One..." "Gold coin."

Klein handed over the gold coins, the letter, and the peace knot respectively, and let the three heads of the messenger lady catch them respectively.

Before Reinette returned to the rift in the spirit world, Klein quickly asked again: "Then after you deliver the letter to her, can you return the peace knot to me? I can use it next time when delivering the letter."

The only head with an empty mouth answered him: "Okay."

Under Klein's gaze, the figure wearing a complicated long dress returned to the spirit world and disappeared into his house.

Did the interference that Miss Courier mentioned come from Esther, the "Clover" she was on, or "Zoya"?

Fortunately, this peace knot can be used to track her and can be recovered.

Klein thought about the Silver City fairy tale about the skylark, and couldn't help but wonder whether the olive branch ring, thorn ring and garland in the fairy tale had ever really existed.

So do they still exist? And in whose hands?

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