Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

"But before I contact a certain captain tomorrow..." Klein paused deliberately.

"What?" Skylark tilted his head.

"We can go to the local restaurant to try the specialties today. I heard that the whale meat dishes in Nas are quite rich."

Skylark's body flashed with light, fell to the ground, and quickly expanded into a complete body shape. Esther picked up her satchel from the coat rack with a smile: "I'm not allowed to taste this to my heart's content? The taste of birds is different from that of humans. It's most convenient to eat as a human."

"Because the skylark's form can't eat much, right?" Klein began to suppress a laugh again.

Esther, who had her little trick revealed, said frankly: "That's a real bird's stomach, and it's not satisfying to eat. Don't worry, I'm treating you! I've replaced the gold Louis with the Stone King's Horn, so I won't eat it." Just your family wealth."

As early as when she was wandering along the coast of Tillis, Esther inquired about the situation of the Gargas Islands and knew that this was Fusac's colony, so she specially exchanged a lot of Fusac's common currency.

Klein pointed to Skylark who was still squatting on his shoulder: "Then this little guy..."

The little bird chirped softly and squatted obediently on Klein's shoulder without moving.

"You can play the role of a bird-walking adventurer from now on. My light spot will stay on it. It doesn't matter as long as it doesn't leave me more than fifty meters."

Klein stretched out his hand and poked the soft hair on Skylark's chest, and Skylark gently nudged his fingers twice: "Does your light spot also have intelligence? Can it communicate?"

"Eh, I didn't tell you? It seems that I really didn't." Esther nodded her forehead, "I can let them move on their own, but only when they gather in a certain number will qualitative changes occur. You can treat it as a Independently compressed folders."

It's a strange metaphor, but Klein immediately had a corresponding impression in his mind: "So it can operate independently, but it is far from being able to support too complex actions."

"Yes, you can think of it as a smarter pet bird, there is no difference." Esther shrugged.

“What happens if it’s over fifty meters?”

Esther closed her eyes and felt for a few seconds: "Actually, it won't be anything like that, except that I will lose my sense of it, and then it will easily fall into separation anxiety if it is isolated."

"It's not like taking care of a pet bird, it's like taking care of a child..." Klein poked the head of the little bird on his shoulder again, and the skylark shook the feathers on his head that were ruffled by him twice.

Esther nodded with a straight face: "Yes, I think so too. It eats everything, it can eat anything that humans can eat, and it actually eats what humans can't eat."

Klein looked at Esther's expression suspiciously: "What about pollution?"

Esther waved her hand to remove the protection of the room from the light spots, turned around and walked quickly outside: "Let's go eat quickly! I want to try grilled whale meat!"

She actually wanted to fool her directly. I always felt that she was using her own specialness to make trouble. Maybe it was necessary to let the "fool" knock on the "lover". Well, let "the world" report this matter. The reason is very legitimate. I should always ask "my own teacher" whether it is normal to deal with pollution in this way...

Klein shook his head silently in his heart, and the skylark let out another melodious cry. Under such urging, Klein had to walk out quickly.

Sitting in a small booth in the restaurant, the two of them ordered a table full of dishes. After tasting the taste, Esther tore the raw beluga slices into small strips and placed them on the edge of the plate, then whistled.

The skylark squatting on Klein's top hat flew over happily, pecked one end of the whale meat obediently, then raised its head, and swallowed the fish meat that was torn into thin worm-length strips.

"Like me, it prefers the taste of raw food." Esther smoothed the small piece of feathers raised on the skylark's head, "It also likes sweets, right?"

Klein wanted to complain about something, and looked at Esther with disapproval in his eyes.

"Don't worry, when maintaining the state of 'becoming a skylark', it does not pose any threat. Without my spiritual control, they will only stay quietly in the body and cannot use extraordinary abilities alone, which will directly cause it to The spirit body disintegrates.”

"It feels like the principle is very similar to your parasitism."

Esther followed Klein's thoughts for two seconds and had to nod in agreement: "It's almost the same. But it has no entity. Once it leaves this state and gets far away from me, these light spots will dissipate on the spot and merge into the spirit world."

It was difficult for Klein not to turn his attention to Esther's hair: "Is it essentially some kind of aggregated spirit body?"

"should be……"

Destiny is formed by condensing and splitting.

Esther had always had some vague speculations in her mind, but after a few discussions with Klein, this idea instantly became clear.

Klein swallowed a mouthful of fried whale steak, seemed to think of something, and suddenly said: "Maybe it's that kind of collective will!"

"What aggregation of will?" Esther took two seconds to react and quickly caught up with what Klein was saying. She lowered her voice, "You mean the kind of parasitic monsters that are common in horror movies and TV shows?"

"Yes, that's it, and the... ancient god in you may be such an existence, the core of the collective will."

Esther nodded thoughtfully: "This is very possible!"

Klein's words reminded Esther of her time in the East End. When she tried to save the residents who were eroded by the plague, her perception was filled with extremely chaotic "voices", and everyone who heard them expressed an instinctive desire to continue life.

Under such circumstances, the many voices from the residents of the East District were balanced with the babble brought by "Zoya" in her mind, allowing Esther to borrow his power.

Esther smiled and raised the cup to Klein. The gooseberry juice inside was as red as blood: "Thanks to the great detective for reminding me, and I praise Gehrman Sparrow for his wisdom!"

"Maybe we just have different ideas." Klein has been polished by the role of "Faceless Man" to have a thick skin. Even if he feels embarrassed, his face will never show any flaws. "How much can I help you?" That’s fine.”

Esther's eyes were bright with anticipation, and her happy mood lingered on the curve of her mouth: "To be honest, I have a stronger and stronger premonition. The more I know about the 'Zoya' in me, the more I The closer it is to the truth He conceals.”

Klein's heart suddenly jumped, and he felt a sense of fear: "You must ensure your own safety first!"

Esther didn't know why he reacted so fiercely: "Of course, it must be under the condition of ensuring one's own safety."

I just don’t know why, but Klein feels vaguely uneasy.

His vigilance does not come from spiritual intuition, but after dealing with extraordinary powers for such a period of time, Klein can increasingly feel the crisis and turmoil hidden under the peace of this world. All extraordinary people are facing "madness", so Ais What about special?

If after being promoted to "Secret Puppet Master" I can further control the gray mist and communicate with the light ball, I don't know if there is a way to make "Zoya" leave Esther.

It was hard for Klein not to feel intimidated—this was his only country friend who could still chat in Chinese.

Two people have come a long way, and even if the forks are different, the feeling of knowing that there is another person will make loneliness less unbearable.

He still has a long way to go.

——

A place abandoned by God.

The edge of the Giant's Court.

At the junction of dusk and hidden night, dusk and darkness are opposite each other. They are clearly incompatible, but they are like close friends sticking together.

The black crow would rather stay in the darkness of the same color as its feathers, rather than step into that area full of light. Even if it can ignore the extraordinary influence full of decay, it is not willing to be under the power of "twilight" all the time. It hates the feeling of being suppressed and restrained.

A violent bolt of lightning shattered the darkness above the crow's head, illuminating the white circle around its right eye and another black bird flying down in the sky.

Two crows sat side by side. The one who was squatting here at first did not remain quiet for long before he turned his head and asked, "The body sent you to replace me?"

The crow who arrived later said in a lazy voice: "I'm here to help you guard the door, and I'm here with a new mission."

"What is it?"

"Say the honorable name of 'Zoya'."

The crow flapped its wings twice to express its dissatisfaction: "I already have the task of watching the gate of the Giant King's Court! Anyone can shout about this kind of thing!"

"But the effect of shouting here will be better. Maybe we can attract the position of 'Zoya' to the shortcut marked by the main body. Now, 'Zoya' still suppresses a bit of unique projection and mystical connection. Enough to draw Him in.”

"So is 'Zoya' dead or alive now? Amon who sent me a message last time told me that he was obliterated by the original body."

The crow that flew over later shook its tail feathers: "You have been guarding the door here, and the news is very closed. Of course He is still alive, and all that was wiped out was the body used for the last time He came. 'Zoya' gave up resistance for some reason, That’s how it will turn out.”

"Oh, the main body just wants to scare him?"

"It's no fun telling us that these things happened without giving us access to that memory."

Another crow paved its claws on the boulder, its eyes flickering: "The main body hopes that we will die without knowing anything, and then give information back to Him. There will always be Amon who will track 'Zoya' out of curiosity."

"What does that have to do with us? We only need to be responsible for guarding the door here. It would be really boring if there is no result in 'waiting'..."

Staring at this relatively lazy clone, Crow, who had been squatting here for hundreds of years, sneered and didn't want to express any opinions.

The crow that flew behind ignored the mocking laugh: "I bet that 'Zoya' won't appear."

"Then I guess He will appear, and then I will go and convey the message to the main body."

"That won't work. I can't defeat Him. At the very least, I have to gather the clones of Sequence 3 or 2."

"Then if you follow Him, you won't put yourself in front of anyone's eyes, right?"

The two crows were suddenly silent for two seconds.

"I really want to try to contact Him."

"It's better to complete the mission of the main body honestly..."

Indistinguishable white-eyed crows squatted on the rocks. One continued to stare at the magnificent palace shrouded in "twilight", while the other cleared its throat and began to chant the same words over and over again:

"The broken remains of destiny,

Wandering in the vortex outside time and space,

Eternal attendant of the Lord of the Spirit World,

The light that weaves the threads of chaos.

I pray to you,

I pray that you will embark on the road to your destiny..."

In short, thank you everyone for your support... I always feel a little embarrassed, so I will add another chapter today and dump out the unsustainable chapter. (eye movement)