Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Acting can also be used as a means to deceive others. Even if the tall lady had doubts in her heart, Esther's performance made her believe the story for the time being.

Esther knew that the other party just wanted to get over this matter, and she was the same at this point.

After Esther walked down the fourth floor, the smell of cigarette smoke in the corridor on the third floor became much lighter. Mateo and Vika were standing at her door with worried faces.

After seeing Esther appear, the two of them immediately calmed down. Mateo waved to Esther:

"Where have you been? Vika said before that it was best to take you with me when eating, but you were not there when we knocked on the door. While we were waiting, we heard some movement from upstairs."

"Is he the one who pestered you?" Vika sniffed again, "I always feel like there is a smell of smoke everywhere."

"Well, let's go inside first." Esther pointed to Vika's house.

After the two of them followed the door, Esther walked to the window and tightened the curtains. After locking the door, she tapped her forehead with her index finger.

This was the first time she released light spots in front of the two of them. They blended into the ground and walls, blocking the outside world from sensing the inside of the house.

Mateo's foundation in occultism was much stronger than that of Vika, but he recognized the meaning of Esther's move at a glance: "Is this building some kind of barrier to replace the wall of spirituality? My inspiration has been blunted. "

Esther nodded: "Don't you two really want to know my name? You can call me Esther."

"What you said before was really a pseudonym..."

Mateo and Vika looked at each other in confusion and looked at Esther in silence, wondering why she suddenly mentioned this matter.

"I wonder why I'm suddenly willing to say it?"

"Yeah, what aroused you."

Esther still had her satchel on her body. She took out the boat ticket to Olavi Island and handed it to Vika: "Keep this for yourself first."

This passenger ship will depart from the pier at 10:9 tomorrow morning.

"You, you want to leave?" Vika took the ticket and hesitated not to take it into his arms immediately. When he thought about the possibility of Esther leaving, his uneasiness quickly intensified.

"No, it's just something I want to do, and I may not be able to board the ship with you. If the god of luck doesn't favor me," Esther said this with a weird smile, "then I won't be able to make it on time. Get on the boat, you can wait for me at Olavi Island first."

"You are going to do something very dangerous." Mateo said with certainty. He took two steps forward, crossed his arms, and looked down at Esther, "Why don't you consider taking me with you?"

"Because you are of no use, don't rush to refute. Even if you have your mother's relics, how long do you think you can last in front of a Sequence Six?"

Mateo took a few steps back and leaned against the desk, but his face was still very irritated: "Sequence six..."

Vika smiled reluctantly: "We are holding you back, aren't we?"

Esther lowered her eyes and responded to this rhetorical question with silence.

Vika scratched his head: "Okay, then we will wait for you at Olavi Island."

"But let her deal with it alone -" Mateo looked very anxious.

Vika interrupted him firmly:

"But we are of no use. Didn't you tell me? The higher the sequence, the more powerful the Extraordinary. The gap between us and her is already big enough. We cannot deal with the enemies she wants to kill."

Mateo clenched his fists and folded his hands in front of his chest and abdomen: "I just think that we are companions..."

"Wait a minute, you can't really be so naive," Esther suddenly chuckled, "We just made a deal, never a life-or-death partner. How many days have we known each other?"

Mateo stared at her closely for a few seconds, then suddenly turned his head to Vika: "Do you regard her as a friend?"

"Ah, ah? I should...right." Vika didn't know why this question was suddenly thrown in her face.

Mateo grabbed this sentence and almost wanted to shove it into Esther's face: "You see, he treats you as a friend. I think friends should at least be frank. You can ignore me. , but we can’t ignore Vika.”

This kind of sophistry, which was almost like moral kidnapping, made Esther's expression gradually return to indifference: "We can't be 'friends'. This is not something I can decide."

"Then tell me the honorable name you want me to recite, and I should always make our deal under your eyes." Mateo straightened up with a stiff neck, and released his fisted hands, looking like a straight and straight tree. A tree without branches.

"Aren't you unwilling?"

Mateo was determined: "My spiritual intuition always has a vague premonition, so I would rather complete this matter now. We just met not long ago, but you helped me a lot. I should at least Give something back to you.”

Esther's gentle eyes trembled slightly, but they did not reflect too many emotional waves: "The broken shadow of fate, the whirlpool wandering outside time and space, the eternal attendant of the Lord of the Spirit World, the thread that weaves the long river of chaos. Light.”

"Hermetic?"

"Any language that can leverage the power of mysticism is fine. However, we can go downstairs to have a meal first..."

Mateo shook his head: "No, try it now. It's not a big deal anyway, is it?"

Esther looked at him quietly without speaking.

When Mateo opened his mouth and slowly read the ancient Hermes language, Vika actually followed him.

Esther glared at Vika helplessly, but Vika was concentrating on listening to the pronunciation of Mateo and learning to pronounce the words with difficulty, and did not notice Esther's eyes.

"The broken shadow of fate, the whirlpool wandering outside time and space..."

When Mateo finished reading the second sentence, Esther's eyes lit up with a soft light, and the round star-like symbol appeared again.

"The eternal attendant of the Lord of the Spirit World..."

Esther closed her eyes, and in her perception, a broad and majestic silver river crossed the barrier of reality and suddenly appeared in her perception, like a race without beginning or end, gurgling through time and space. space.

At Esther's feet, the silver river rose weakly, already submerging her ankles.

In the real world, Esther is still wearing shoes, but at this moment, she seems to be barefoot. The insteps under the silver river are breaking into scattered light spots, being eaten away by the intersection of fate, and uncontrollably dissolving in the water.

The voices of the two chanting the honorable names became increasingly blurred and seemed to be becoming distant:

"The light that weaves the threads of chaos."

The silver river rose suddenly, as if it sensed the wavering in Esther's heart, biting the little hesitation that appeared in her mind, even if it was just a fleeting thought:

Maybe it is my destiny to belong to this long river?

The silver river that does not exist in reality rushes over, as if embracing her across the gap between reality and illusion, trying to drag Esther down completely.

Then she heard a call, which was not even in the language of mysticism, but in Fusac language, and it was worried:

"H-Hello? Esther!"

Esther raised her hand, and relying on her intuition, she grasped the branch between the two rivers in her illusory consciousness.

The branches of the silver river gradually condensed in Esther's hands, transforming from liquid into a handful of dense threads in a breath. Eventually, they continued to condense, and each formed two silver filaments in Esther's hands.

Esther followed these two illusory destiny, stabilizing her figure from the continuously surging silver stream. The long river lapping at her ankles receded, and her equally illusory figure returned to reality.

Esther opened her eyes.

In front of her were the nervous gazes of Mateo and Vika. They stood quietly and motionless, and Vika was breathing rapidly because of surprise.

The whole room was filled with gentle and shining light spots. Some of them were quietly suspended in the air, and some were gently rotating around the two people, lingering next to Mateo and Vika.

"Are you out of control?" Mateo asked alertly.

He had not personally seen the scene where the Beyonder lost control, but looking at Esther, she had not turned into a monster, her eyes were clear and gentle. This is different from the situation described in his father's notes, making Mateo unable to confirm Esther's current condition.

Esther stretched out her hand, and all the light spots accepted her call, falling in her hair one after another, dyeing the silver hair color again.

Point, line, surface.

Tiny fluctuations in destiny are turning points. The past destiny is a formed line, extending to more dispersed futures, and the collection and extension of all destiny is the vast and boundless Milky Way.

When she came into contact with the long river of destiny, Esther once again came close to the essence of "Zoya's" power, which made her feel excited and scared at the same time.

More importantly, her experiment has been verified. She can have an "anchor", but the premise is that she must interfere enough with the other party's destiny so that the other party can give her enough understanding. strength.

Embarrassingly, there are two silver dotted lines in the depths of Esther's mind. As long as she touches them with her senses, the ends of the silver lines will quickly pull out the fate of Mateo and Vika:

The past is clear, the present is in a chaotic state of compound superposition, and the future is blurry.

But this also means that for her, there is basically not much privacy left between the two of them.

Esther quickly loosened the two pieces of thread to prevent too much information from flooding into her mind. She smiled and closed her eyes, closing the light of the mark and waiting for it to calm down.

She gently rubbed her eyes with her hands: "I'm not out of control. Don't be so afraid."

"I'm not afraid!" Vika said loudly, but her voice was still trembling, "What on earth is that thing?"

"That's one of my abilities, not an ordinary path power."

Mateo let out a heavy breath. He had been holding it in for a long time and had been hesitating about whether to condense the frost spear. At least for now, it seemed that his worries were unnecessary.

Esther's condition looks even better... Esther, what a strange name. I don't think I've ever heard a similar name. Where is she from? Mateo pulled out a chair and sat on it, letting go of all the thoughts in his heart:

"So, this is what you want us to do? That's it? I didn't notice any feeling of being watched. Is there anything special about your name?"

Vika looked back and forth in the room: "I think it's quite beautiful."

Esther shook her head: "You guys helped me a lot."

Mateo could not understand the previous situation and did not feel that he had contributed anything: "I always feel that this is not consistent with the help you provided me, because nothing happened."

Vika quickly echoed: "Yes! There is no danger."

"I now believe that you two are really hopelessly stupid...but thank you," Esther opened her eyes, smiling sincerely and cheerfully, "thank you, pronouncing this honorable name itself is the biggest risk."

She would not tell Mateo and Vika that their fates were already being watched.