Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

At noon the next day, as soon as Esther finished her meal, Dunn called Roxanne to send a message, asking Esther to send a document that needed dragon language to Old Neil, and to sort out the translation in Loen language as soon as possible, and strive to Leave it to him tomorrow.

"I heard that you are quite proficient in dragon language. Maybe you can help him."

No wonder I specifically called myself to deliver the documents. Of course Esther agreed immediately. Old Neil was old and she didn't mind giving more help to this old gentleman who was a good teacher.

It did not take Esther much time to translate this document. After seeing the interpretation, Old Neil taught Esther another lesson based on the handwritten translation, telling some legends about the ancient races. Esther was quite fascinated.

She always had a subtle sense of recollection of that era when extraordinary races occupied the world, but she couldn't remember how much contact she had. She could only attribute it to the longing of "Ye Gong loves dragons". She listened to the old story with the mood of listening to a story. Neil told the myth-heavy history around the table.

It was already half an hour before we met. Old Neil smiled and nodded: "Okay, that's it. You can print out this document and give it to me, so I can put it in the library for files."

"No problem, I'll go right away."

Esther sat in front of the typewriter and reprinted the document in just ten minutes.

Her heart suddenly tightened.

After running to deliver the document to Old Neil, before Old Neil could say anything else, Esther hurriedly ran out of the door, all the way out of the Blackthorn Security Company, and connected with Roxanne in the waiting room. He didn't even stop when he called her.

Very dangerous...Captain, they are very dangerous!

Spiritual intuition is like a boiling kettle, screaming like a siren in the back of my mind. They are too far away, and it is absolutely too late to run over!

Esther stopped a taxi and after throwing five soles to the coachman, she shouted loudly: "Please! I'm in a hurry! The sooner the better! Please follow the direction I directed!"

The price was five soli, which was not cheap. One hour of employment was only two soli. The coachman immediately swallowed all his opinions about Esther, swung the reins and drove the horse forward at a fast pace.

To the driver's surprise, today's journey seemed to go particularly smoothly. The speed behind the horses was almost trotting, and he couldn't even persuade them to slow down, but the vehicle was unusually stable. There were no obstacles encountered along the way, only Esther's voice guiding the direction kept ringing.

After the vehicle entered the dock area, Esther anxiously shouted "This is it", the horse came to a slow stop before the driver could tighten the reins.

Esther jumped off the carriage and ran quickly, leaving the driver blankly where he was.

The gunshots she heard in the distance were becoming more and more intense.

For some reason, the gunfire stopped briefly, and then there was a roar.

team leader! Leonard! Klein!

Esther's spiritual intuition instantly allowed her to sense the three people affected at the mission site. The source was the handmade knitting she gave to the members of the Tingen Nighthawks team.

At this time, Klein is in the greatest crisis!

When Esther rushed out of the corner, the crisis warning she sensed on Klein suddenly subsided.

what's the situation? Something happened to him! ?

Esther ran very fast and could already see the scene from a distance. A figure in a black tuxedo was crawling out stiffly at a slow speed, but his movements were weird like a rusty robot.

Klein, who was wearing a black formal suit, was holding a revolver in his hand. The afternoon sunlight reflected on the gun. As he steadily pulled the trigger, the bullet sank into the body of the stranger in the tuxedo.

There was a flow of blood, and the stranger screamed, instinctively raising his clown-like face covered in oil paint, and Klein fired another shot.

More red spilled out, and Esther was close enough to see the bloody hole in the stranger's forehead.

Klein's face was calm as he stared at the stranger whose breathing had stopped. The stranger slowly fell to the ground, with a blank look in his eyes, and after a few twitches, he became completely motionless.

Klein turned his head and saw Esther walking towards him. In shock, he subconsciously wanted to put the revolver behind him.

Then his arm dropped down again, and the fellow villagers should have seen it long ago.

Esther showed an encouraging smile, which at this moment made Klein look sour and sad.

"I'm sorry, I'm late," Esther patted Klein's back gently, "You did a good job. Klein, remember, keeping yourself alive is always the most important thing."

After saying that, she walked straight towards Sealed Artifact 2-049. As soon as Klein said "be careful", he noticed that Esther's movements were smooth and natural, not affected by puppetization at all.

With wide eyes, he watched Esther pick up 2-049 that fell on the ground with her bare hands.

At that moment, Klein noticed a strange change in 2-049's expression: a distorted light appeared in the pure black pupil-less eyes, and a trace of panic appeared on his face covered in red and yellow paint. It seemed to be struggling weakly in Esther's hand, trying to stay away from her, but Esther roughly stuffed it into the box.

After Esther closed the lid, she shouted viciously at 2-049 inside: "Shut up!"

She yelled in anger, and this familiar voice made Leonard, who was lying nearby pretending to be dead, raise his head. By coincidence, Esther also happened to look in his direction.

"are you alright?"

"Uh...yes."

So Esther walked towards several other people. Esther could sense from their power that they were similar to Tingen Nighthawks, so she concluded that these people were also Nighthawks.

The stranger who struggled for a long time but failed to get up stared warily at Esther who was approaching. Klein quickly walked over and helped the Nighthawk of Backlund to his feet: "This lady is special to our Tingen. Team members. Is there anything we can do, Mr. Hassan?"

Esther glanced at the metal vial that Hasson pointed at, silently nodded to him, walked to the other half-conscious person next to her, and relied on her crazy and divergent spiritual intuition to take out an identical bottle from the inner pocket of the other person's coat. small bottle. After pouring half the bottle into the unknown gentleman's mouth, Esther ignored his alert gaze and returned to Klein and "Mr. Hassan" with the bottle, handing the remaining half of the potion to him. In the hands of Klein.

Esther also found a blue vial from the woman, and drank half of it each for her and Dunn. The two soon regained consciousness. Leonard had already climbed up on his own. He stuffed his metal vial back into his pocket, dusted off the dust all over his body, and walked over slowly. His injuries were much lighter than they seemed.

Different from the confusion on the lady's face, Dunn looked at Esther who appeared here in shock: "Why are you here!?"

"Because you are in danger, Captain..." Esther looked at Dunn sadly, "Why don't you take me with you in this situation? That sealed artifact has a range of influence. This mission is too dangerous."

Dunn shook his head silently: "You shouldn't have come."

"But--"

"This is not a negotiable matter, Esther, this is my decision. The battle is over, leave the rest to us."

Esther was speechless. She bit her lip and stood aside, her face so gloomy that she could almost drip water.

But you almost died, why can't you give me more trust?

——

"The seeds of conflict are planted between the 'special existence' and the Nighthawk Captain. When it breaks out, the Tingen Nighthawks will surely perish in his hands -"

The quill suddenly broke away violently from the hand holding it, scratched out the line of words just now, and started writing frantically on its own. There was even excitement in the erratic handwriting: "The seeds of contradiction quietly took root, and the 'special existence' was given The guardianship of the Nighthawks team is too heavy, and it will eventually lead to its destruction and return to eternal death. This ridiculous drama will come to an end——"

The hand grasped the quill tightly again and wrote the ending at the back. : "And Ince Zangwill will get everything he desires from it."

——

Dunn put on his gloves and picked up the hard-cover notebook that was stained with stains and blood.

He opened it and confirmed that the notes were genuine before closing them and putting them away.

Dunn looked at the Nighthawks whom Esther didn't recognize: "Store it together with Sealed Artifact 2-049 behind the Chanis Gate in Tingen City for the next few days until you recover or Backlund sends someone over. .”

Klein glanced at the notebook again. This might be the last time he saw it. The source of the disaster was finally sealed. Although there were still regrets, it was also a good thing.

Al and the others repeatedly stretched out their arms and approached the iron-black box, but the puppets inside did not move at all, as quiet as if they were harmless. No one showed signs of stasis, but Backlund's Nighthawks did not dare to let down their guard. They carefully inspected Sealed Artifact 2-049 and confirmed that there was nothing abnormal about it, but that it suddenly became silent.

Klein couldn't help but glance at Esther and remembered her very fierce "Shut up", which was really wonderful.

While Klein was helping Leonard and Dunn conduct autopsies and body searches, Esther walked to the side and sat on a broken wall. Her gaze shifted from the busy people to the warehouse that smelled of blood and stench, and then to the clear blue sky. Because it had rained heavily before, the color of the sky was particularly clear.

But Esther always felt uncomfortable, as if something twisted was crawling over her body, making her feel uncomfortable.

"Alienated parallel lines..."

Esther didn't know why her spiritual intuition fluctuated, so she scanned the three Tingen Nighthawks in the field again. Leonard pulled out a handful of paper flowers from the tuxedo clown and scattered them all over the floor, making him shake his hands impatiently. Klein straightened the hem of his clothes with a grimace. His formal clothes were torn in many places during the fight and were now stained with mud.

Dunn next to him said something to Klein, and Klein's eyes suddenly lit up again and he nodded happily.

They are fine. Although there is a crisis, everyone is safe and has not suffered any serious or irreversible harm.

Esther rubbed her right eyebrow, not sure why her spiritual intuition was abnormal, but since she was fine now, she could rest assured for the time being.

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