Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

"Okay, now that this matter has been completed, can we go down to eat?" Esther suggested.

Mateo stood up from his chair. He had only just sat down for two minutes: "Are you leaving after dinner?"

"Well, I'm going to go back to my room and get my cloak."

Esther released the restrictions on the room, went back to the house and took out her red cloak, and then threw the key to the next room to Vika.

"Give me this, and I'll give it to the front desk for you tomorrow?"

"That's what I mean." Esther took into account Vika's sometimes slow and sometimes sharp mind and reminded her, "If the lady at the front desk asks, you don't need to tell her where I went. After all, you don't know. Just tell me. , and then just sigh and shake your head.”

Vika nodded thoughtfully, and Mateo looked at Esther in confusion: "Is there something else going on that we don't know about?"

Esther replied with a smile: "Then there are a lot of things you don't know. I don't know which one you are talking about?"

"If you don't want to say it, forget it." Mateo paused and asked uneasily, "You won't throw us to Olavi Island and disappear from the world, right?"

Esther waved her hand and pointed at Vika: "The money is with him, let him cover your food and accommodation."

Vika turned her head with a depressed face: "Okay, I understand..."

Mateo waved his hand at Esther: "You clearly know that's not what I asked."

A few light spots fell in front of Esther's hair and collapsed around Mateo and Vika.

"What is this?" Vika stretched out his hand to pick it up curiously, but the tiny particles penetrated his palm, like a phantom that did not exist at all.

"A bit of good luck," Esther said softly.

A few minutes later, she stepped out of the "Jianhai Hotel" alone. Under the dark night, the red cloak gradually faded away.

——

After walking a few streets, Esther stopped the passing taxi and headed towards the south block.

After the carriage had been driving for more than ten minutes, she signaled to the driver to pull over and get into the alleys of several private houses.

Esther walked into a dead end, next to a bustling tavern. There were empty crates and wine barrels piled up in the alley at the back entrance. There wasn't much dust on them. It was obvious that people were regularly sorting out these unused items.

Esther just wanted this remote location so that no one would pass by it frequently.

She took out a thin paper mannequin from her bag. It was cut exquisitely. Even if it was folded, you could still see the tip of the hem of the paper man's tuxedo and the arrogant posture of his hands on his hips.

There is a huge smiling face painted on the head of the paper man, which is so exaggerated that it makes people feel ironic. It is exactly the same as Barnabas's iconic smile.

This gives the impression that he is a paper man cut out in his own image.

Esther was noncommittal about such a narcissistic move. She pointed out another silver coin, put the paper figure into her fist, and pressed the coin on her thumb, preparing for the "divination action".

She did not intend to communicate with the spirit world for divination, as that would easily cause abnormalities. Esther decided to directly peer into the silver river of destiny. She wanted to learn to overcome the trance when looking at the silver river.

If the help Zoya can provide is limited, Esther doesn't mind getting used to more of the "plug-ins" Zoya can provide. Precisely because she now has a thread that can hold her, Esther is more confident about it.

Esther gradually fell into a meditative state, then bounced the coin:

“The paper cutter’s closest future.”

The wave of the silver river swept away the coin, and also affected Esther's perception. Countless complicated pictures quickly passed by, like a flickering display screen that was constantly switching pictures.

Until the scene of waves crashing on the beach slowly covered the scene, becoming the main body of those confusing messages.

A dressed-up man was lying on a hammock by the beach with his feet up, holding a skewer of grilled squid in his hand. While shaking the hammock, he made circles with the skewer in the air. There were some burnt holes in the hem of his tuxedo. It was very desolate to go up there.

Suddenly, his movements stopped.

The coin fell to the ground and rolled away with a clanging sound, shaking twice like a wheel.

Esther opened her eyes, and there was a faint thread in her mind, guiding her in the direction she should go. The beach was not far from here.

Two light spots fell from her temples and disintegrated on the silver.

Soon, when the person who found it happily picks it up, it will just be an ordinary currency.

Even if Amon uses a special connection to use a clone to track, he can only track others, but Esther also doubts that he will necessarily do this.

Did Amon let her go because He had done something to me that troubled Zoya?

Esther flexed her fingers and moved in the direction predicted in her mind.

She only walked for ten minutes before she saw the small beach.

There is a fragrant tavern nearby, and the aroma of roasting things comes from inside. The noise of the tavern and the light shine through the windows, casting elongated squares on the night-covered ground.

Esther turned around and walked towards the hammock on the beach.

The empty hammock here is quite crude. It looked like someone had torn off a bed sheet that someone had dried, then twisted two circles of fishing net as a rope, and tied both ends of the bed sheet to the tall palm trees on the left and right to fix the support.

Esther sat on it without any burden, kicked the ground hard with her toes, and used the hammock as a swing, swinging back and forth.

She looked around and saw that under the crimson half-moon, the white buildings in Nas were very peaceful. Only the noise coming from the tavern more than ten meters away, and the sound of waves dancing in Esther's ears.

If nothing else, that guy really enjoys it.

——

Banabei, who calls himself a "living artist", has just stepped out of the tavern.

He didn't even put on any further disguise, retaining his daytime appearance.

It was obvious that he was quite satisfied with his image and didn't bother to make any changes when no one knew him.

Barnabas was carrying a cumbersome backpack, a large bottle of red wine in his left hand, and a whole bunch of skewers in his right hand, reluctantly stuffed between his fingers. He relied on delicate control to fish everything from sausages to squid. , sardines to large pieces of beef.

He is in a very good mood. He will sit down in the hammock later, have a drink and a bite of meat, and put aside for the time being the annoying and arrogant person during the day...

"Wine with barbecue? Why not beer?"

Banabei stared at the woman who asked the question, her red cloak rustling in the sea breeze, and her smile was warm and friendly.

For the first time, Barnabas had the idea of ​​cursing his spiritual intuition. Why didn't he notice the danger at all? What's even more annoying is that she actually occupied the hammock he built? If she shakes it harder, the fishing net will fall apart!

"I really don't mean any harm," Esther could tell what Barnabas was thinking even without stealing. "I have some questions for you. If you or the organization behind you can answer some questions for me, we might be able to reach something. trade."

Banabei stood there in silence for two seconds. His air bullets and fire jumping abilities had been stolen by the opponent, and he has not recovered yet.

The current stalemate is worrying.

After biting off the cork of the red wine, Banabei took two sips of it.

While Esther was quietly waiting for his consideration, suddenly, Barnabas threw the bottle of wine in Esther's direction with his backhand.

The wine poured out from the mouth of the bottle and hit Esther who was sitting in the hammock. She grabbed it once and all the wine was stolen. The empty bottle was smashed under her feet.

Esther then grabbed Barnabe a second time, who ran away.

Banabei, who had just raised his hand and was about to snap his fingers, felt a lightness on his body and stopped instantly.

His heavy backpack was no longer with him.

Fuck the "stealers"! These thieves know nothing but steal!

Banabei's face showed annoyance for a moment, but he just looked back at the woman who was carrying his backpack and rocking the hammock back and forth before he made up his mind.

"Stealers" are not to be trusted. This is the first rule of thumb when dealing with them.

Banabei kept reminding himself in his mind that he could not be fooled by any information she revealed on the surface.

He walked up to Esther, crossed his legs on the spot, and sat on the beach in front of the hammock. He shared a piece of grilled squid with his left hand and started to bite it hard.

Esther didn't do anything else, she just weighed the heavy backpack in her hand, guessing that it contained all of Barnabas' "property", including materials for promotion.

"Stealer" can effectively enhance her detection of the value of items, but Esther rarely really takes advantage of this.

"I should have punched you, after all, you openly set fire to it." Esther smiled and shook the backpack in her hand, noticing that Barnabas' nervous and unwilling eyes fell on her hands.

Banabei had a cold face and a squid tentacle hanging from his mouth. He chewed gracelessly and said, "Do you still care about this? A guy who makes a living by 'stealing' actually has a moral heart?"

"Why not?"

"Don't pretend to be stupid. You might already be a demigod. It's impossible that you don't know the shortcut to digest the magic potion." Banabei quickly ate up the grilled squid and stuck the bare wooden stick on the beach next to him. He opened his hands to Esther and said, "You should give me the wine."

"You just wanted to set fire to me while I was snatching the wine bottle. Enough alcohol can cause an explosion. How could you not think of this with your complex mind?"

"Are you praising me for being smart? I think so too."

Esther felt that this was a bit difficult to say. She leaned over to pick up the wine bottle from the ground, returned the stolen wine to the bottle, and threw it to Barnabas: "Normally, shouldn't it be an extra 'thank you'?" ?”

Barnabas caught the bottle, wiped the sand off the mouth of the bottle, tapped the bottle wall three times with his fingertips, glanced at Esther, then quickly looked away, and repeated the action again:

"But I am very smart, why should I thank you?"

Esther's secret label of "high intelligence" for Barnabas was twisted and replaced with "narcissist". Even if they have thoughts in their hearts, normal people would not express them openly and openly. It is too arrogant...

While Barnabas took two more sips of wine, Esther put his backpack on the hammock: "Are you from the Secret Order?"

Barnabas immediately put down the bottle and responded in an exaggerated tone: "No - yes."

Esther's eyes moved slightly, realizing that Barnabas was admitting in disguise, but due to confidentiality or even life-saving reasons, he would not directly convey any superficial information.

Barnabas saw Esther nodding slightly, knowing that she understood what he meant. He took another bite of roast beef and asked, not wanting to be taken advantage of, "What about you? Are you from the Amon family?"

"No, I have a problem with Him." Esther shook her head in distress.

Barnaby didn't bother to distinguish the other party's body language. There was no one about the "thieves" who was trustworthy: "The family of Jacob? As far as I know, no trace of Zoroaster has been seen for many years. "

"Why can't I be a wild 'stealer'?"