Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

"I don't know what to call you?" Esther asked after walking up the stairs.

The old man walked up the stairs with a blindfold on, but he was not affected by the fact that he could not see the road clearly. He led Esther to the corridor on the right and walked into the first room:

"You may call me Mr. Reachord."

"I……"

Richard suddenly waved his hand, then opened the door and walked in: "I don't need to know your name, or in other words, the more I know, the less good it will be for me."

Esther nodded thoughtfully: "Then you can call me Hamel, it's a pseudonym."

She walked into the house and immediately took in her surroundings.

This is a study room covered with carpets. In addition to the wooden shelves stacked with books from the floor to the ceiling, there are many auxiliary props that can be used for divination in the display room separated by transparent glass cabinets.

Several low armchairs were placed in the middle of the room, and a candlestick was placed on the matching low coffee table. Paper and pens were scattered around, but there was nothing else.

Regarding the "pseudonym" Esther said, Rachel responded vaguely and gestured for Esther to sit on the armchair in the room: "To us, you are a very special existence, President. The gentleman has stressed this point many times.”

"The 'destiny' path." Esther pointed out the key point with a smile.

It wasn't until Esther sat down that Rachel sat on the chair opposite her: "Yes, even if we can 'observe' your existence, it is because you and the extraordinary people of this path have an intangible existence that is inseparable. connect."

Esther didn't answer. Although she knew this particularity, she couldn't discern the deeper source. What Mr. Reachord said sounded mysterious and mysterious.

Richard paused for two seconds and cleared his throat: "Well, Mr. President, please give me two things, both of which are related to you. I'm sorry that I don't have time to prepare better things to entertain you. Kano will do it later. Bring some desserts.”

Esther looked around the room: "I'm more curious about who your president is."

"You may have seen him, but you may not remember him," Richard smiled very gently, not much different from an ordinary old man who would sit by the square to bask in the sun and feed birds, and even made people feel amiable, "Now that it has been confirmed You are now on a path other than 'destiny', so there is one less question that Mr. President asked me to ask."

"What about the other question?" Esther was curious. The president seemed to be wary of her approach. Could it be that Zoya was the one he was really wary of?

Rachel organized the scattered papers on the table. Esther had already noticed that they were covered with graffiti-like symbols.

Richard asked: "Are you working for yourself?"

What kind of strange problem is this? Esther was stunned for several seconds, and she didn't organize a specific answer.

"Yes", but Zoya still exists in her body. Esther doesn't feel that she is doing anything for Zoya. What she does is just for herself, and the ultimate goal is to get rid of Zoya.

"no"? Such an answer goes against her heart. Esther will not deny her inner selfishness. This is not something she needs to be ashamed of.

It's just that this question confused her very much, which was clearly reflected on Esther's face. More than ten seconds passed, and she still couldn't give an answer.

Although invisible through the blindfold, Reachord could feel Esther's hesitation. He nodded: "You have answered my question. Now we can discuss the possibility of cooperation in depth."

If Esther's confusion could be expressed as a numerical value, the number must be desperately increasing at this time. Her hands were twisted together: "Wait, is this the end of the question?"

"'Hesitation' is the answer itself for you."

What a great stickman, Zoya also said it this way. Speaking of which, Ourolius seemed to have a similar style... Why didn't Aaron? Because his sequence is not high enough?

The corner of Esther's mouth curled up a little: "Then I would be happy to hear what kind of cooperation you, the president, propose."

However, Richard turned the pieces of paper he had just sorted and pushed them in front of Esther: "These are things that the president wants me to tell you. Please read them silently. I shouldn't Know anything on it.”

"Will these contents cause harm to you?" Esther did not look at it immediately.

Rachel folded his hands in front of him and fell back to lean on the back of the chair: "It is very likely that I will be contaminated and have signs of losing control. There are some things that I should not understand."

Knowledge itself has a certain degree of contamination. If the sequence is not high enough, it will be unbearable? This is an effective enough confidentiality method.

Esther's eyes then turned to the pieces of paper.

The paper is covered with chaotic, child-like doodle shapes, irregular and complex, but among those meaningless shapes, weird ring-like lines are outlined.

This feeling was strange, as if Esther was looking at an almost virtual painting, or reading a strange foreign language she had never learned before.

But after she completed the gaze time required for "reading", a piece of information appeared naturally and jumped into her mind:

"I'm sorry that I can only communicate with you in this way. I am not fully born in this world yet. Contacting you through others can avoid the risk of you facing a weak me and developing aggregation instincts.

"I got some information about you from other places. Now that you have escaped from the established 'destiny', it becomes much safer to negotiate with you. For you, it accommodates both 'destiny' and 'thieves' at the same time. The extraordinary power will only lead you into a crazy aggregation."

Esther looked away and pinched the bridge of her nose. She felt a constant throbbing pain in the middle of her right eyebrow. What she saw in her right eye had double images, while her left eye was blurry and dizzy.

After dozens of seconds, this feeling subsided, Esther turned over the paper she had just browsed, revealing the complicated lines and symbols on the next page, and continued reading:

"I know you are seeking answers to certain questions, a projection of the Key of Light."

Light...what?

Esther subconsciously held her breath. Her heart accelerated uncontrollably and turned to a beating that was about to explode at any time.

Rachel subconsciously grabbed the armrest, propped up his body and gradually sat upright, but he still said nothing, but his expression was quite serious. He calmly pressed his right hand under his arm to cover the few white scales emerging on it.

Esther's eyes lit up with round stars, and in a daze she caught a glimpse of a floating gray mist, but her sight was cut off the next moment.

Esther's heartbeat gradually returned to calm. She squeezed her eyes hard twice to dispel the discomfort caused by the vision just now, and continued to look down:

"Zoya once met another mercury snake, my enemy. They both followed the 'all-knowing and omnipotent Lord' in the second and third eras. Tracking Zoya is quite dangerous for 'you' now, Even with special protection, you are likely to be forced to face extinction.

"This is a destiny that only I or another mercury snake can peek into. Outside our path, even the gods cannot fully understand what we can see."

Esther waited for a few dozen seconds again, until she was no longer dizzy, and then she turned over the third page despite the throbbing pain between her brows. Below this, only the last page remains.

She read on patiently:

“I have three requests: First, please do not look for me or even try to devour me. This is a request I make out of personal life safety, and the period is until the end of my fate.

"The second is to find a way to preserve yourself as much as possible in the foreseeable future of Zoya. If you can do it, it will be good for both you and me.

"The third is to observe the situation of the 'Lord of the Spirit World' for me. Your observation itself can become an 'anchor'. This is the same whether it is done by you or Zoya."

Esther closed her eyes, and while she was recovering, she was also thinking about these three strange requests.

The first one is easy to understand. The other party is very afraid of Zoya. The second article seems to ask Esther to work hard to protect herself. Is this a warning in advance to make some exchange with herself in the future?

The third item is more like a request made on behalf of others. The "Lord of the Spirit World"... should refer to Mr. "Fool". Is he facing some kind of crisis? Will He need the special anchoring ability of Zoya and me?

Or is there a threat from the outside?

Esther had to push the monocle out of her mind. She exhaled heavily. Now that she had recovered, she browsed the last piece of paper:

"Similarly, corresponding to these three requests, I can fulfill your three requirements, as long as they are within my capabilities. I can help cultivate the candidates you want to serve as 'anchors', and I can lend you the complete use of 'Restart' With the power, you can also leave the request temporarily.

"If you agree to the deal I proposed, use mystical language to write Zoya's honorable name and your name directly on this piece of paper."

Esther raised her head and glanced at Joe Reed opposite, but he did not respond to her gaze. Instead, he shouted out the door: "Okay, come in, Kano."

The man with an asymmetrical body brought in a tray with some simple snacks such as biscuits, chocolates and toffee balls on it.

After putting the tray down, Kano left the room and closed the door tightly for the two of them.

Joe Reed spread his thin but smooth right hand towards the sweets on the table: "I think you may need a little supplement."

"I really need it." Esther picked up a piece of chocolate and bit down on the lower half. "Can I ask, who is your president?"

Qiao Reed tilted his head and thought for two seconds, then showed a relieved smile: "The revelation I received guided me, and it doesn't matter if I tell you."

"We are all members of the School of Life, and the person we want to trade with you is the president of the 'Parliament of Destiny'."

Esther lowered her gaze and stared at the pen on the table, recalling the corresponding information she had read when she was still a Nighthawk.

The School of Life, with unknown origins, is one of the secret organizations that is based on the inheritance of masters and apprentices. It has a very unique concept - they divide the world into three layers, the absolutely rational world, the spiritual world and the material world.

It is also an organization that has mastered the path to "destiny".

Since this is the fate foreseen by the other party...

She picked up the pen that had been lying on the table for a long time, scratched the last piece of paper in giant language, and wrote Zoya's honorific name and "Esther".

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