Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

early morning.

Vinia outside Tingen.

A lady wearing an off-white dress had just stepped off the passenger ship on the Tasok River and took a public carriage to the steam train station. Her smooth black hair was pressed under a round-brimmed bonnet, and the fine black gauze blocked her. Most of her face is exposed, only her smooth and round chin and the sweet lips that make people dream, making passers-by unable to help but guess the beauty under the veil.

Accompanied by the sharp and long whistle, the steam train was covered in hazy smoke and stopped at the platform. After waiting for the passengers to board, it headed to Backlund carrying all kinds of expectations.

The lady sat by the window and put her gauze hat on the table, revealing her narrow and gentle eyes. Her sweet appearance was easy to remember.

She took out a wrapped handkerchief from her handbag. When she opened it, she found a few slices of orange peel that were as fresh as if they had just been peeled yesterday. The pretty lady pinched a little orange peel and put it in her mouth, chewing it slowly, and her anxiety gradually subsided.

She had forgotten where this handkerchief and these pieces of orange peel came from. The handkerchief seemed to have been stained with her blood and then washed clean. The orange peel never showed signs of decay, but instead had a scent that could soothe her spirit and lift her spirits. Her special powers of spiritual intuition.

She had divined these two things, and they were completely harmless. When she divined their origins, they only showed her own appearance, so she kept them. But now, her spiritual intuition stimulated by orange peels has told her that her future is safe. On the way to Backlund, as long as she is careful enough, she will not be caught.

The pretty lady tied the handkerchief again, took the orange peel back into her arms, and looked out the window with a smile.

But what she didn't know was that this scene had been seen through dream divination as early as last night in the hall of vast gray mist. However, fate secretly blessed her, allowing her to avoid the fate of being arrested and head to a more unpredictable next stop.

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noon.

Blackthorn Security Company.

It was meal time, and Esther was sitting at the front desk, cutting veal steak while listening to Roxanne telling her about the opera she went to see the day before yesterday. It was a love play, which in Roxanne's words was "depending on each other for life and death, with songs and tears."

Esther silently fantasized in her heart that this was probably a bloody tragedy.

Klein pushed the door open and walked in, taking away his and Old Neil's lunch boxes and tableware: "You guys talk first, and I'll help Mr. Neil take lunch down."

Esther reminded him: "Mr. Neil's stew is still hot, be careful not to spill it."

Klein suddenly remembered: "I have to go to the trading market this afternoon. Do you want to come?"

"Of course I'll go, but I really don't have any money, so I can only take a look." Esther said with a grimace.

"Extraordinary materials are really expensive." Klein sighed, "I'm going to start practicing making spells. Do you have any needs?"

"No, I have never used spiritual props. You'd better save some materials."

Klein looked at the old pocket watch passed down from his family and estimated how much time it would take to train in the afternoon: "Then let's make an appointment? Meet in front of the Dragon Bar at six o'clock, okay?"

"Okay, I'll wait for you at the bar then."

Roxanne glanced at Esther disapprovingly: "That's a bar, I think you're still outside..."

Esther immediately protested: "I'm not that young! I just look younger! And that's the territory of the punishers, so there won't be any real trouble without opening your eyes."

"Actually, I don't think an ordinary drunkard can beat Esther." Klein commented equivocally, "Mr. Gawain also mentioned you to me."

Roxanne picked up a piece of bread, tore it in half, and dipped it in the mushroom cream soup: "Okay, okay, I don't understand this either, as long as it's safe."

At around five o'clock, Esther said hello to Dunn and left the Blackthorn Security Company. She arrived at the Dragon Bar in advance, walked in the door carelessly, and sat at the edge of the bar. Under the strange looks of the bar patrons, Esther ordered a side of French fries and fish fingers, as well as a glass of apple juice.

The bartender had a look of disgust on his face, but he didn't say too boldly: "Little girl, this is a bar, not a cafe."

"So are you selling it?" Esther pushed out a two-sule note. Seeing the bartender just staring at her dissatisfied, Esther took out another copper penny.

The small coin rotated back and forth between her nimble fingers, dancing as if full of vitality. Esther flicked it into the air, then slammed it onto the table. When she opened her palm again, the penny was already there. Gone.

The bartender heard a "ding" sound, and he looked down at the glass he was wiping in his hand. The coins continued to spin along the wall of the glass, and it stopped after several seconds.

This is a technique developed by Esther using her skillful skills. It relies on the flexible control of her hands and has no practical use. After all, coins are not as sharp as blades. If Esther used any more force, it would be time to pay for the cup.

But the bartender instantly knew her identity. Compared with a magician who played "coin tricks," this young man was obviously one of those extraordinary people who came to participate in the underground trading market.

"Please, sir, it's all business after all. I'm just here waiting for someone to eat while I'm here." Esther pushed the two soli notes again, "Any extra is a tip."

"We don't have French fries, only French fries." The bartender didn't refuse anymore. After putting away Suler and Penny, he filled Esther's glass with apple juice.

Esther didn't wait long, and the French fries and fried fish she ordered were also delivered.

Since the bartender didn't say anything and took care of the "business", the other guests looked away frequently. A few people who wanted to watch the commotion let out disappointed murmurs, but there were a lot of people in the bar at this time. The "boxing" and "dog-catching-mouse" games in the bar were being warmed up. The exciting games certainly attracted their enthusiasm, so not many people continued to pay attention to Esther.

Five minutes after six o'clock, when Klein walked into the Dragon Bar, he immediately saw Esther, who was out of place here.

She was still wearing a simple white shirt and black trousers, just like she usually did at Blackthorn Security Company, but today she wore a rough leather jacket. If it weren't for the feminine face and temperament, from the back, Esther looked more like a teenager who ran away from a certain hotel to fool around. She was thinner and much shorter than most of the customers in the bar.

Esther looked really happy as she ate her fish fingers.

Klein thought this, and walked over to say hello to her. After a brief chat, Esther gave him the remaining food, making up for the physical exertion that Klein had expended during the afternoon training, allowing him to My hungry stomach will not growl.

No wonder the folks like it, it tastes pretty good.

Esther took out her handkerchief and wiped her mouth, then whispered to Klein: "I still want to eat McXLow more." There's no ketchup here! ]

Klein coughed violently and finally swallowed the fish in his mouth. He nodded funnyly: "That's right, what a pity." ]

Not to mention Esther, he also misses junk food so much. Although it tastes unhealthy, it still tastes delicious!

The two quickly passed through the billiard room and entered the trading market. What puzzled them was that Admissor was not here.

"Old Neil said that Admissor could survive only because Swain, the owner of the Dragon Bar, took him in and gave him a bite to eat." Klein said as Esther looked around.

"So it's strange that he's not here now." Esther frowned.

Klein's vigilance as a night watcher prompted him to want to know more about the situation, so he looked at the strong man guarding the door and asked, "Where is Admissor?"

The strong man had a straight face and was expressionless when he answered the question: "I don't know where he is hiding in a corner to sleep. He has always been like this recently. He keeps lying down and shaking, and keeps yelling about 'dead, dead, they are all corpses. They're all going to die'."

Klein wanted to ask more questions, but Esther tugged on his sleeve. The two of them walked to the wall next to them where no one was paying attention. Then Esther said, "You go shopping first, and I'll go check on him." where."

"Isn't it safe for you to be alone? From the description of the guard, Admissor's current condition is probably very bad."

"That's why I have to go take a look. I'm afraid that taking you there will irritate him."

Esther's words were reasonable, and Klein couldn't refute him, so he could only sigh: "Well, you must be careful. If he gets crazy, call for help quickly."

"I don't think he can beat me."

"That's true, but if you get into trouble you won't be able to come here. You'd better be careful."

Esther nodded: "I know, I won't mess around. I'll be back here waiting for you when the time comes."

Klein didn't say anything else. He had to go to the rare material trading place to check out the things needed for the "Joker" potion formula. It was really inconvenient to have Esther with him all the time, otherwise Klein wouldn't be able to explain his Where did the recipe come from.

Everyone has their own secrets, and what I said is really accurate. Klein thought about walking through the weird vendors to check the prices of the extraordinary materials he needed.

Esther looked at Klein's back and quickly looked away: "It's like this again, they all seem to have an unusual amount of trust in me... Klein was obviously still doubting something before."

Something squirmed twice in her breast pocket, and the little bug poked its head out, making a voice that only Esther could feel: "So I told you, your current relationships are all 'fake' , this place is not suitable for you.”

Esther made a nasal sound: "Hmph, according to you, there is no place for me in this world."

The little bug spoke with a smile: "That's right. You are like a moth on fate, constantly twisting the people around you from the holes you drilled."

"Don't compare yourself to me, I'm not a bug!" Esther had the urge to curse, which sounded too damaging.

"You may not like it, but you can't deny that what I said is the truth. Since you have taken the initiative to tie your life to a group of weak humans, the only fate left to greet you is death."

Esther gritted her teeth and replied: "I will not accept that fate. No one among the Tingen Nighthawks will die!"

"Hahaha... Human beings are much more fragile than you think, not to mention they are just a group of low-sequence Beyonders?"

"You seem to know something." Esther's face gradually darkened.

The little insect chuckled twice more: "Guess? But I won't tell you whether you guessed right or wrong."

Esther looked around at the crowds in the market. Passers-by were dressed in different costumes. They were walking or stopping in the passages between the vendors. On the surface, they seemed peaceful.

"I'm going to find Admisor."

The little bug turned over in Esther's pocket, curled up into a ball again, and left the last words of the exchange between the two: "Look, didn't you also sense something?"

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