Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

When Chantal talks about his father's death, Esther is not surprised by the outcome.

After all, Chantal's behavior of breaking into the room in the middle of the night was not something a devout sun believer could do. If Chantal's father was still alive, Esther was sure that Chantal would follow his father now, and he would obey his father's wishes whether he wanted it in his heart or not.

She was silent, waiting for Chantal to finish the story.

The young man whose body shape was changed by the magical item lowered his head and arched his back, like a branch bent by snow. His voice was low and steady:

"I guess he had a premonition of his own death, or had doubts about certain people. Anyway, he had wanted to do that for a long time. He complained to me many times when he was drunk about the heresy of the Church of Storms...

"That time when he went to Bayam, I stayed in Nas to help in the fish factory. I followed his teachings to conduct combat training and practice mystical languages. My father once told me that if he did not come back one day, I would open the bed The box at the bottom, everything left for me is in it.

“Anyway, he didn’t come back that time.

"It was a week after I heard about his death that I threw down the half-cut piece of whale skin and ran home. All I thought about was that I could finally open that damn, mysterious box."

"The relationship between the two of us was not very good at that time. I also wanted to be an extraordinary person like him and go to sea to be a pirate. Of course he did not agree. Every time we talked about this matter, we would quarrel. More Sometimes when I yelled at him, he stopped talking and would just hold the box in a daze."

Esther changed her sitting position and put the red cloak under her hands, because she noticed that it was slowly extending in the direction of Chantal.

Chantal didn't notice this little gesture and continued:

"There were several notebooks stuffed in the box, as well as the money he had saved over the years. The funniest thing was that there was another box inside, but it was sealed and could not be opened. I later learned from him I learned how to arrange the spiritual wall from my notes, and used the sanctified dagger to unlock the seal on it.

"Inside are these rings, several charms, as well as the formulas and potion materials needed to become an extraordinary person. He knew what I wanted to do, so he paved the way for me long ago, but he never told me.

"He wrote in his notes that the extraordinary world is far less beautiful and great than I imagined. The stories he told me were all embellished. When I was very young, he often taught me singing, but I always learned very well. Not serious, so he told me too...

“If I don’t want to sing about the glory of the sun like him, then I might as well sing about whatever I want to sing about.

"That's the recipe he left me, 'The Singer.'"

Esther looked at Chantal quietly for a moment, and the two of them were silent for a while. Chantal took the "Sun" charm back into his arms.

Esther's hands gripped the cloak tightly: "Have you been an Extraordinary for a long time?"

"In just over a year, my father left me the potion formulas up to Sequence Seven. I also took over the network of people he knew, including some of Byam's pirate contacts. I also went to those underground trading places, picking up stories while Some insignificant tasks, while searching for Sequence Eight materials.

"My mother's ring is very useful. Thanks to it, I can not only conceal my true identity, but also have strong self-protection power. Only a few trusted acquaintances know that my father, such as Peter, was in the Herring Tavern last night. 'The bartender."

Esther smiled: "This may also be your mother's protection for you."

Chantal glanced at her strangely: "I'm sorry, I don't really believe this statement... although it sounds reasonable."

"You seem to think that I am a very cold-blooded guy?" Esther saw the doubt behind his words.

"..."

Esther shook her head and pointed to the weakly breathing body on the bed: "I have absolutely no need to keep him alive."

"The feeling you give me is very strange and dangerous." Chantal's eyes evaded slightly, "My mother's ring has the ability to enhance spiritual intuition and is very accurate."

Esther smiled slightly: "Including divination?"

"Yes, it can control frost to condense into spears, and it can also make things it touches burn with black flames."

"I assume your name isn't 'Chantal' either."

The expression on the young man's face was gloomy and uncertain: "That's the name my parents wanted to give their daughter. 'Chantal' means 'singer,' but my real name is Mateo."

"A sacred gift?"

"You know..." During this conversation, the young man's eyes fell into a little moonlight for the first time, and crimson dyed the smile across his eyes.

Esther looked at him helplessly: "Don't you realize that since we entered the house, I have been talking to you in Intis? I have a good teacher."

Chantal, or should I say Mateo, tightened the ring hanging around her neck, her expression returned to distant expression: "So my story is over, madam, it's your turn."

"There's not much to say about my story...but the change in your body is probably due to your mother's ring. Most magical items have negative effects. If you need it, I can help you suppress it."

Mateo looked at Esther nervously: "Is it really okay!?"

"Of course, this is not difficult for me. I have no interest in grabbing other people's wedding rings." Esther noticed Mateo's eager and hesitant look and added, "As you thought, there is a price. .”

Perhaps after talking about the past, Mateo's fear of Esther faded, and his attitude relaxed a lot: "So why are you telling me this? Is telling stories the reward I can pay?"

Esther narrowed her eyes slightly, with a smile that Mateo couldn't understand: "Three points, see if you are honest, get a preliminary understanding of your background, and decide whether to keep you."

Mateo suddenly straightened his back: "Did you interfere with my consciousness?"

"I'll steal a little bit of your self-control, and then induce your desire to talk, and everything will go smoothly."

Mateo's face gradually turned red as he recalled his previous fluctuating emotions: "But you had no ill intentions, so your spiritual intuition didn't give you a reminder?"

Esther did not answer the question, but stared at Mateo: "I can tell that you don't love the sun, and you are even against the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun."

"Um……"

"You can't be a Storm believer. What about the Church of God of War?"

Mateo shook his head warily and said slowly: "I don't believe in any official gods, although my father - but I don't."

He whispered again in a low voice: "If God is really watching the world and devout believers, I should not have been born, and my parents should not have met. Then there would not be any tragedy."

Esther smiled happily: "Ha! What does it matter? Defiling faith with love is the prerogative of mortals, and gods will never understand it."

Mateo looked at Esther in surprise, hearing such outrageous words, even if he was not a religious person, he felt offended by them.

Esther had to raise her hand to wipe away the sarcastic smile on her face: "Since you don't believe anyone and you understand ancient Hermes, then I have an honorable name. Can you read it for me? ?”

Mateo stared at Esther in even more shock, his mouth opening and closing like a fish exhaling in the water, but he didn't say a word for a while.

"Look, I can actually ignore you and directly control your body so that you can't refuse to read it again. I give you the choice now because you can refuse directly and I will not use it as a threat." Esther stretched out her hand. He patted Mateo's shoulder twice to reassure him.

"But if I refuse..."

Esther's kind smile only stayed on the surface: "I will have other things for you, which may be more troublesome than this, and may also be more dangerous than this."

Mateo opened his palms, and the two rings were nestled in his palms.

"You can think about it. We'll decide tomorrow night, I mean tonight." Esther turned to the window and found that it was already dawn, and Nas' morning had come earlier. "Let's meet at the 'Herring Tavern' then. .”

She tapped her forehead, and several light spots floated up. Before Mateo could react, they had already landed on the black ring and blended into it.

The slightly evil aura emitted by the ring gradually converged and became darker.

“It’s a little advance benefit, what I call an ‘experience card’ where I’m from.”

Mateo looked at Esther blankly, with struggle in his dark brown eyes: "Thank you, I... I will think about it carefully."

"What I want you to call is not some murderous and crazy evil god. It's just something I need to verify. It won't work if I call you." Esther tapped her temples in distress, but Mateo wouldn't Know what she is thinking.

Mateo put the ring back into his collar, stood up and stood on the floor.

Esther was still sitting on the table, holding her chin in one hand:

"By the way, I don't know how long it will take for your body to recover, but it should be about the same time as your transformation. The willingness of that magical item to harm others is very, very low. Generally speaking, this kind of physical change should be irreversible. of."

Before Mateo put his mask back on, Esther caught a glimpse of the smile on his lips.

"I still don't know what to call you."

"You can call me Valery for now. This is the name of the half-dead bald man." Esther tilted her head, "If you really help me pronounce that honorary name and help me realize certain conjectures, maybe I I can finally leave my real name to others.”

"Does it mean that the person next door doesn't know your real name?"

Facing Mateo's doubtful gaze under his hood, Esther bared her teeth at him:

"Because it's useless to tell you. You will forget sooner or later. It would be better not to know."

At least this way I can comfort myself that this is my own choice and I don't want them to know.

Because of certain things, I really wanted to write some stories about apostates and witches, which I found very interesting.

I just wrote it, that’s it... (eyes moving)

I should take the blame for Shui Wen! (calm)