Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

The sky in Pulitzer Harbor was gloomy, and a heavy rain could fall at any time. The ink rhyme was smeared on the sky, and the gloomy atmosphere could not reduce the noise of the port.

Several dock workers had a quarrel with another group of sailors and were arguing. Driven away by the stationed soldiers, they quickly dispersed and the friction did not develop into a public fight.

I don't know who kicked over the barrel when leaving. Several fish inside swung their tails and fell to the ground. They opened and closed their mouths in the splashed water, splashing water droplets on every passerby. On the body.

He grabbed the fish tails with one hand, feeling the slippery touch in his hand, and threw them back into the barrel one by one. The hand swayed on the edge of the barrel, and a handful of seawater fell into it, submerging the suffocating fish.

Esther always felt like she saw herself in the reflection of those fish eyes.

Rather than pity, it was just because their struggling posture annoyed her that she leaned down. This move makes no sense, since sooner or later they will be sent to a kitchen somewhere, where they will be turned into a filling meal under the influence of salt, fire and few spices.

Just go find some grilled fish. Esther thought so and bought a cup of mint sweet tea from the stall nearby.

The sweet and cool liquid slipped through her taste buds, calming her emotions. When she thought of returning to Tingen, Esther found it difficult to get rid of the timidity in her heart.

Alexander and Mary's reactions have proven that they will completely forget themselves, but Aaron's own path is rather special, and he cannot be used as a reference for normal situations.

The days of staying at sea did not leave many traces on Esther, and her Runen language did not sound like there was much of an accent. Only her appearance, which was not like a Runen person, occasionally attracted extra attention.

The identity certificate of "Hamel Brook" has always been in her backpack. Esther has no need to change it. The wanted person is "Gehrman Sparrow", and no one knows her identity at all. .

Ha, this is the advantage of being "anonymous". Even if you become the world's number one Phantom Thief, no one will know who it is. Esther thought so as she took the grilled fish from the vendor.

She took a bite of the still-hot fish, and the coarse sea salt had not melted completely, making a crisp sound between her teeth.

Esther did not choose the public carriage, but walked to the steam train station. Her gentle gaze occasionally fell on the busy pedestrians, and then turned to the distant and gloomy sky, never stopping at any place.

It is going to rain. Esther sniffed the moisture in the air and had this premonition.

She threw down a few sulers nonchalantly, not caring about the little thought of the vendor sitting on the ground to raise the price. She spread out the umbrella ribs with a flick of her wrist, and the pure white umbrella was blocked above Esther's head.

In less than three seconds, raindrops broke through the clouds, and rain lines formed a continuous curtain, washing the streets of Pulitzer Harbor like a river flowing from the sky into the streets.

The vendor huddled under the shed and shouted happily to the passing pedestrians, trying to sell more umbrellas.

The heavy rain made the flow of people on the street much thinner, and the people still walking in the heavy rain suddenly became conspicuous. The white umbrellas passed through them leisurely, like wild daisies floating in the stream.

A boy who was only as tall as Esther's shoulders stumbled out of the street corner. When he was about to hit her, Esther reached out and grabbed the boy's shoulders to stabilize his center of gravity.

The boy lowered the brim of his peaked cap, revealing the sticky and knotted brown hair. His breathing was very rapid, and it was obvious that he had been running for a long time.

Before the boy could break free from Esther's arm, he realized that the woman in front of him was grabbing his arm harder. The next moment, the boy's eyes blurred, and the surrounding environment suddenly changed.

He looked around blankly. The place where the two stood became the rooftop of a tavern. White umbrellas were held above their heads, and the sound of rain pounded outside.

In the alley below, several people cursed: "Where did that little thief go!?"

"I saw him running this way! Where is he?"

"Damn it, it's raining so hard. Find a place to take shelter first!"

Esther and the boy stood quietly on the roof until the footsteps of the people below were covered by the sound of rain. No one wanted to waste time in such a heavy rain.

"You...what did you do?" The boy raised his head, his ice-blue eyes filled with doubts and panic at the same time, and even a hint of excitement.

He couldn't explain why this happened, but after seeing the lady's appearance clearly, the boy felt strangely kind in his heart.

But he didn't have any impression and couldn't remember when he had met the other party.

Esther let go of the boy's arm: "It's my turn to ask you, why are you here?"

"I do not know you."

The boy looked away, wondering if this woman had some "evil magic", which was why he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, just like the horror stories told by tramps - flesh and blood monsters wearing human skin, Will melt and lurk in the shadows, and even transform into familiar and unfamiliar people.

Esther's eyes curled up with a smile: "Rabbit."

The boy suddenly took two steps back, retreating out of the scope of the umbrella. The heavy rain fell on his shoulders again, almost washing away his ability to think.

Esther reached out to the boy and pulled him back under the umbrella at a loss: "You probably don't remember me, so don't waste your energy trying to remember me. You can treat me as a boring passerby."

The boy raised his hand, took off his peaked cap and put it on his chest. He looked at Esther nervously: "No, no, it shouldn't be like this. I have dreamed of some things..."

His wandering eyes finally landed on Esther's hair: "Have you been to Backlund? There was a great plague in the East District, which brought collective hallucinations to the residents for a period of time."

Esther felt guilty and wondered why no one seemed to have mentioned this incident at the Tarot meeting: "I once lived in Backlund for a while, but I haven't heard about the follow-up to this incident. .”

"Volunteers from the Church of the Night sent medicinal soup. They said that it was normal and was a sequelae left after a disaster. It would disappear after a while." When the boy said this, his voice gradually became lower. "It has indeed disappeared, they have all forgotten, all the dreams have dissipated..."

He reached out to grab the handle of the umbrella, as if he was afraid that the umbrella would disappear: "But I remember, I don't know why, but I remembered this. Everyone acted unchanged, but I can't forget it."

Esther said nothing.

She did know the reason. At that time, Rabbit had called her and prayed to her. Even though there was no honorific name, Rabbit used the name "Esther" to turn to the most special person in his heart, and Esther. There was an instant connection.

Rabbit was still looking at Esther's hair, his eyes gradually filled with tears:

"I couldn't tolerate such a thing, so I asked everyone over and over again, but no one except me remembered it. It seemed like they had never had a dream. Until I myself began to wonder if I had remembered it wrong. There is no dream shrouded in light. The only one who helps us is the Church of the 'Night Goddess', as they say...

"But I clearly remember that someone saved us, and there was a wonderful light in the sky! But I can't even remember that person's appearance, voice, or name. I should obviously know her..."

Esther's heart trembled. The ability of the "decryption scholar" to spy on the key allowed her to quickly capture the abnormality of this matter in her mind.

At the Tarot meeting at that time, "Justice" said that in the aftermath, the "Church of the Goddess of the Night" established several more churches in the East District and even received donations from nobles.

The "Church of the Night" is not for the plague, but to completely clean up the traces she left in the East End?

No, the one who really left an impact at that time was not her, but Zoya!

'Dark Night' uproots Zoya's attempts to develop anchor in EastEnders? When Zoya dragged the residents of the East End into a dream and chased away the plague according to Esther's wishes, she actually used them...

Esther thought of the land abandoned by the gods, and of the "City of Dreams" that forever circulated on the day of the "Good Dream Festival".

Esther lowered her eyes and looked at Rabbit, who was almost about to cry, but still held back the tears.

Her voice was very gentle, falling like a feather: "You didn't remember wrong, it's just that you remembered a little more than others."

Rabbit suddenly grabbed her wrist: "I wasn't sure at first, but when I saw you, I suddenly realized that everything was true, including the intuition that secretly urged me to come to Pulitzer Harbor. All dreams...

"Am I ever going to forget them again? Is that you?"

Esther was silent for a long time. The boy's soaked clothes clung to his body, revealing his still thin figure.

Esther's right hand was still holding the umbrella handle, and her left hand was slightly raised, as if she wanted to grab the rabbit's shoulder:

"Do you want to forget this and live your original life?"

She patted the bulging part of the rabbit's collar and smiled casually: "If you are unwilling, I can ask someone to help you get a false identity so that you can reasonably work as an apprentice. It is better than you continuing to be a thief. Be nice, although I don’t have a problem with thieves..."

"The Thief" can be regarded as the ancestor of thieves to a certain extent. What can Esther say? She still has a gathering of the ancestors of thieves to attend.

The boy took a deep breath, and his voice trembled slightly when he spoke, as if he was really a trembling rabbit hiding at a fork in the road: "Can you take me away?"

The sound of rain outside the umbrella gradually died down, and the water drops falling on the rooftop kept splashing, soaking the trousers and shoes of the two people.

"Am I not a stranger to you?"

Esther's tone was gentle, but it implied distance.

The boy shook his head vigorously: "I have seen that kind of light. Even if you hide them now, I seem to be able to see a little bit...

"We are not strangers, at least to you, you clearly remember me."

The umbrella in Esther's hand shook, and a large cloud of water splashed from the edge.

This rainstorm, which came quickly and was very unlucky, gradually subsided.