Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

After Esther returned to her room, the first thing she did was to open the window.

It was only a few degrees warmer in early May in Nass. Esther touched the goosebumps on her arms. This physiological reaction was closer to some kind of preset "program", which gave her a vague feeling of unreality. .

If it were Tingen or Backlund, the warm spring would have already arrived there, and even if there were just some weeds and wildflowers growing from the cracks in the bricks, it would definitely be quite lively...

She released a few points of light to keep the bud sealed and put it back into the box. Sitting on the single sofa in the room, Esther closed her eyes and looked like she was taking a nap.

But she activated a special perception similar to spiritual vision and waited for movement by the window.

A gray-green beetle flapped its wings and wandered around the window before landing on the window sill.

Its tentacles are shaking slightly, like two antennas, receiving information about whether the surrounding environment is safe.

There was no movement in the house, so the beetle spread out its hard and shiny forewings, revealing its filmy hind wings, and flew into the house.

It hovered in the air, its path of action was not much different from that of an exploratory and patrolling micro-drone, except that the sound of its wings flapping was softer. This beetle seemed to understand its situation and was wary of the owner of this room, and did not stop to rest directly.

In Esther's perception, there was a black thread floating on the beetle. The black thread was constantly twisting and trembling. The beetle was like a puppet being lifted up, observing the environment in the room with a purpose.

This is not the ability of the Sequence Six Faceless Man, but the Sequence Five? It seems that Klein never told me the name of Sequence Five...

It cannot be ruled out that it is a sealed object.

The beetle flew leisurely two more times. Seeing that the person on the chair seemed to be sleeping soundly and unaware of its arrival, the green flying insect became bold and landed on the wooden box on the table.

"Mr. Barnabas." Esther opened her eyes and looked at the beetle floating in front of the table with a smile, never approaching the box again.

In her indifferent eyes, the beetle twitched twice, rolled and fell to the ground, like a wisp of soot swept away from the gambler's table, light and airy.

The beetle made a "click" sound on the floor.

As long as there is no communication, there is no direct evidence that the beetle is controlled by Banabei.

Esther guessed that even if Mateo was asked to "divide", he would encounter corresponding means of counter-divination.

As expected, this man's arrogance is only on the surface. He hides caution under his mask. He is not as careless as he seems. In fact, he knows what he is doing.

"Alas..." Esther raised her lips helplessly, picked up the beetle's body from the ground, and threw it out of the window.

Why would Banabe, an extraordinary person, bully the gambler in public?

That's right, just like Klein is focusing on playing Gehrman Sparrow, the Faceless Man can receive effective feedback when he plays "others" who are different from his own image.

He suddenly chased me in the corridor and confessed that his purpose was because of feedback from his spiritual intuition. If he lies, I will definitely notice it, and then I will have a stronger dislike for him, which will only further worsen the relationship between the two parties.

Especially after turning on his spiritual vision, he realized that I was abnormal and even teased me verbally. Even if you can't call it teasing, it's still unpleasant.

Esther cast her gaze out the window and gently rubbed the center of her right eyebrow twice. After realizing this habitual gesture, she immediately put down her hand.

Banabei deliberately left this impression on the people around him.

If anything happened to him, we would have had a source of friction and a suspicion of harming him.

When the time comes, he will transform into something else and escape from here smoothly. Instead, he will get rid of the appearance, image, temperament and name he uses today. And his disappearance will bring us trouble. He may deliberately report our existence to the church or the police in order to delay us from causing trouble for him.

This man took one step and looked at him too deeply, which made Esther frown more and more.

The sky outside the window has turned dim, as if someone spilled a glass of orange juice, which seeped into the distance and flowed to the ground. Mold grew from the orange juice, and the light turned black over time.

Esther stood up from the sofa. She did not take the red cloak hanging by the door, but she did put on her satchel.

She walked to the empty space next to the stairs and stood next to the fake potted plant for decoration. She looked like she was waiting for someone.

There were only three guests passing by on the stairs here, two coming down from upstairs and one from the third floor.

As she walked downstairs, if anyone looked at her, Esther smiled gently at them, and one of the enthusiastic women even said hello. The two chatted about the weather in Nath, and the woman complained about too many pirates and the humid environment in Beaversack on the island.

After sending the woman away, Esther waited for a few more minutes, guessing she had to wait for more than half an hour, before she walked down the stairs to the front desk.

Sitting at the front desk was the same lady who watched Esther, Valery and Vika check in. She had another bottle of Nipos in her hand and was wiping the countertop.

Of course, now Valery's "drunk friend" is no longer around.

"Good evening." Esther spoke first.

When wiping the counter, the lady's cheeks were still rosy, and she smelled faintly of alcohol and perfume at the same time: "Well, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with the guest room?"

Esther looked hesitant, with a look of shame on her face, and then tightened her bag tightly: "Actually, it's not a matter of the guest room..."

The tall lady put the rag in her hand into the mezzanine of the counter, wiped two hands on the towel hanging on the wall, then picked up the bottle of Nipos again and stared at Esther for a long time.

She remained silent during this process.

Esther sighed heavily: "Well, that's the case, Mr. Barnabas who participated in that gambling game before..."

Then she interrupted her sentence again and played with her fingers nervously:

"I really don't know where I offended him. As soon as the gambling game ended, he chased me to the second floor and said some offensive words.

"As for my friends, they were not very good-tempered, so they just quarreled with him for a few words, and then he went back to his room."

The tall lady looked at Esther, took a sip of Nipos, and suddenly grinned:

"Hahaha, no no, little girl, it's not because you offended him! Anything can be an excuse to strike up a conversation. I bet he must have pestered you to talk, right?"

A little blush appeared on Esther's face just right. Her eyes turned from left to right, avoiding the intersection of eyes: "Yes, so we were very unhappy..."

The tall lady saw Esther coming to the front desk and her demeanor changed after hesitating for so long. She felt "clear" in her heart:

"I was once young, and I know that young girls are full of rebelliousness and will always like those men who pretend to be chic. You have to be wary of those bastards who make you feel 'handsome', they are likely to make you fall down on the road to love. Come on."

It sounds like a rule of thumb! It seems that with her stable performance in acting and my ability as a "scammer", she has completely believed that I am an innocent "little girl".

Esther's smile became softer, and she lowered her eyes in embarrassment:

"I didn't mean that! I just wanted to ask for his room number and apologize to him on behalf of my friends..."

"I understand, I understand, but it's a bit dangerous for you to go to him alone. Do you really don't need to go with your friends?" The tall lady's eyes looked very ambiguous. It was hard to tell whether it was because of the fun of gossip or because she was drunk. Brings moisture.

"I'm afraid if they start arguing again, it will only make their impression of Mr. Barnabas worse."

The tall lady pointed in the direction deep in the corridor: "Okay, room 7 on the fourth floor. Of course, this is not what I said."

"I understand, I asked about it from other guests. Thank you very much!" Esther nodded to the tall lady with a joyful expression. She seemed to be walking towards the stairs impatiently, her steps jumping happily.

The tall lady looked at Esther's back, chuckled a few times, and took two more sips of strong Nipos:

"It's great to be young. Even if others say something, I won't listen at all..."

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In room seven on the fourth floor.

Banabei covered his face and huddled on the ground. The pain caused by his spiritual exhaustion was causing curling granules to sprout under his skin.

His eyes were clear, and he knew that as long as he endured it as soon as possible, he would recover in no time.

It is indeed too difficult to directly use the extraordinary characteristics, especially when the marionette is transformed twice in succession and the connection with the marionette is quickly cut off.

For Barnabas, who is still a "faceless man", such a risk is a heavy burden, but it is still within the scope of his calculation and tolerance.

He held a pupil-less black eyeball tightly in his hand. There seemed to be worm-like threads twisting inside the eyeball, but upon closer inspection, it was just a deep black that could not reflect the slightest light from the outside world.

As soon as the out-of-control situation eased, Banabei struggled to get up, leaned against the table, and stuffed the eyeball-shaped extraordinary characteristics back into the sealing box.

After doing this, he lay on the ground panting again, feeling the pain as his cheeks almost melted and fell off, and his brain seemed to explode.

That woman actually discovered my trace?

The divination yielded no results, and I couldn't overhear the specific content of their conversation, nor did I have the ability to grab it directly, ha! It was really unlucky that there would be a wild "thief" demigod.

Banabei raised his arm and rubbed the center of his eyebrows vigorously. All the granules on his face were hidden under his skin.

Fortunately, she didn't wear a monocle in her right eye, that one was a real "angel". I was too careless. Spiritual intuition cannot make mistakes. The only mistakes are my reasoning and presumptions.

I have to leave quickly. Fortunately, I used smoking as an excuse and left a lot of cigarette butts on the roof and around here.

I'll leave as soon as it gets dark again. Unfortunately, I don't have any clues about them. Otherwise, handing over their valuables to those pirates will also cause greater trouble for these people...

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Banabei's spiritual intuition did not sound the alarm of extreme danger until the sound sounded.