Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Esther walked around the market for a long time before she found Admissor in a more hidden corner. The young man was nestling behind a pile of empty wine barrels, squeezing himself into a small ball, as if he had shrunk into a shell. snail inside. When he heard Esther's voice, he looked up suddenly, revealing a face full of tears and fear.

There was a moment of joy in Admissor's eyes, but he looked at Esther in even more horror, and stammered: "Death, a lot of death, corpses! They are everywhere! Even light cannot! Disappear, No, no! Please..."

Esther knelt down next to him and grabbed Admissor's hand. Her movement made his distracted eyes gradually focus. His rapid breathing gradually became calmer, but the tears on his face became more and more. more.

Admissor grabbed Esther's hand tightly, pulled her palm in front of his eyes, and put Esther's palm on his forehead. He continued to utter broken and fear-filled murmurs. : "Light, light of hope, please! Escape, destroy me, stay away from suffering, escape from here..."

Esther's hand could feel Admissor's hot forehead. She looked around and found that no one was paying attention. She lowered her voice and asked in a low voice: "Tell me, what did you see? It doesn't matter. , calm down and let me listen to your heart."

"Admissor, you have to remember that fate is eternal chaos and everything can be changed."

Esther leaned down, she pulled out a piece of her own hair, and rolled it around her finger. A light star like a firefly floated from her hair, flying along Esther's palm, and drilled into it. into Admisor's forehead.

The hair lost its color and turned silver.

Admissor let out a muffled groan. When Esther raised his hand again, his half-closed eyes showed a strange change of darkness and light spots, but the fear on Admissor's face was all gone. It dissipated, and his expression was very peaceful, with the confusion of being half asleep and half awake.

He let go of Esther's hand, his lips trembled unconsciously, and the symptoms of fever subsided quickly. Admissor was still looking in the direction of Esther, and Esther was observing his condition anxiously. She was not sure whether such a move would directly destroy Admissor's spirit.

Her spiritual intuition told her that this was "desirable", but Esther didn't understand why she did this. The little light looked familiar, like the light group she had seen in the hands of the goddess, only weaker.

Esther suddenly realized this ability more than half a month ago - right after dreaming about the Hanged Man. But Esther has never experimented, because the influence of this light spot only works on living creatures, and there is no feedback from the interaction with ordinary animals and plants, it just makes them closer to her.

This was Esther's first attempt to directly insert light spots into a spiritual person.

Admissor blinked and slowly sat up from the ground. The world he perceived had never been so stable and clear. Those chaotic and crazy color blocks or gibbering were all isolated at a safe distance. There is a faint light hidden in the outer layer of his touch, turning into a solid protection to help him distinguish the chaos between the real world and the weird world.

Admissor rubbed his eyes and ears in disbelief, and looked at everything around him with a new, calm gaze. He also saw clearly the young woman kneeling next to him with a worried face.

"You...you helped me."

"My name is Esther, can you remember this time?"

"Esther...isn't it a light? I'm sorry! I didn't mean, it was -" Admissor was a little incoherent. He was not even used to such ordinary communication. His consciousness was rarely so clear that he himself Not very used to it.

Esther smiled: "It's okay, it's just that it would be weird to be called out all the time. After all, I have a name."

"My name is Admisor."

"I know, I'm glad to see you recover." Esther reached out her hand, shook Admissor's hand gently, and then pulled him up from the ground.

Admissor seemed to have never had such a social experience, and his face was full of novelty. His face turned crimson, and he stared at Esther's hair curiously. He couldn't help but pointed at Esther's hair and said : "What are they talking about?"

Esther pulled a piece of hair in confusion and put it in front of her eyes. She didn't hear any sound: "I can't seem to hear it. Maybe it's because your inspiration is too high, so you can hear them."

Or maybe it's because I sacrificed a hair to contain their kind... It's better not to tell Admissor about this.

"Inspiration? What is that?"

"It refers to an individual's ability to sense spirits. There are other worlds above the material world. You are born with a certain amount of extraordinary power, but you cannot control it because it is incomplete, so you will unconsciously spy on the surroundings. In all worlds, the gap between the material world and the spiritual world cannot be stably discerned.”

Admissor nodded, then shook his head.

Esther thought for a moment and understood what he meant, and asked, "You didn't understand, did you?"

Admissor nodded vigorously this time, his pale and thin cheeks turning red from embarrassment.

"It's like a piece of chocolate wrapped in a wrapper. You used to eat them all together, and you would naturally feel pain from eating the wrapper. Now you can distinguish between the chocolate and the wrapper, and only take out the chocolate."

Admissor nodded slightly, although this metaphor was quite strange: "The real world is much more complicated than chocolate."

"That's true. The situation in the real world is chaotic." Esther patted Admissor on the shoulder that was higher than her in an mature manner. This scene looked quite funny from the side, "But you are still welcome to come soberly. To the real world.”

"Thank you, thank you very much."

"Would you like to tell me what you saw before that scared you so much?"

Admissor was silent for a few seconds, suppressed the fear in his eyes, and spoke slowly: "I saw blood, the world was full of blood, Tingen was destroyed, evil and terrifying monsters were born from the blood, everyone You all...you have to get out of here quickly! You will die too! Everyone will die!"

Esther was silent for a long time as she listened to Admissor's words.

Admissor grabbed her shoulder: "You must leave here! Tingen has been destroyed! The boundless sea of ​​blood will submerge it. The terrifying power is too powerful. Not many people can survive..."

Esther patted Admissor's arm, and he let her go. Esther's voice was still calm: "Admissor, I said, fate is chaotic. Everything you see is... It can be changed.”

Then she laughed easily: "Among the people I know, there are a group of people who really like to save Tingen. They can sacrifice their lives to protect Tingen, and I want to protect them."

Admissor looked at Esther blankly. He heard the buzzing of whispers coming from her pale golden hair, like a flying swarm of bees exchanging the same sentence - "That's destiny".

Destruction is also a part of the music of destiny, and what disrupts destiny is the source of chaos.

Admissor followed Esther quietly, looking at the people in the market with new eyes. His senses were no longer disturbed by the spiritual world. Being able to see the simplest material world like this was very important to him. Said it was a good medicine to calm the mind.

The world is not full of endless chaos, nonsense and monsters. Admissor has a smile on his face that he is not even aware of, and he follows Esther step by step, like a broken shell that he is afraid of losing. Chicken Little.

Esther was walking towards the door near the Dragon Bar. She promised Klein that she would wait for him in the corner over there.

"Light, Esther, what inspiration you are talking about is the extraordinary power they talk about?" Admissor's hearing is still very good, and he can clearly hear the sneaky conversation between the two stall owners, and then He asked questions in a low voice, forcing Esther to act as his encyclopedia.

Esther's reserve of mystical knowledge is enough to deal with Admissor's one hundred thousand whys: "Inspiration is different in nature from extraordinary power, it is a manifestation of it. Your extraordinary power is incomplete now, and this is also Reasons why you couldn’t control yourself before.”

Esther paused for a moment and continued: "I will try to find a magic potion that you can take. When you become a complete Beyonder, you can control your own inspiration. By then, what you feel will be controlled by yourself. ”

"What about me now?" Admissor pointed to his forehead.

"Maybe it borrowed my power? I don't know what it is. I just did what I could do... But if I disappear, it is likely that this power will also be destroyed, so you can't always rely on me. Lend strength to survive.”

Admissor's face was full of resistance: "I don't want you to disappear, you won't die."

"Everyone will die, including me, Admissor." Esther said casually, her eyes passing by a mouse that jumped out of the corner, "This is the fate of mankind."

Unless they no longer exist as human beings and extend towards a form that is more contrary to destiny, the pointer of destiny will still stay on those mythical creatures. When all living beings are engulfed in madness, let them or them be tied to death by the string of destiny again. .

"It's really interesting." Esther whispered, rubbing her right eyebrow, always feeling a little tired.

Esther took Admissor and sat at the foot of the wall where he stayed most often. The long board was still in place, which made Esther couldn't help but recall the beautiful lady with a round face last time.

It has been so long that she has probably forgotten about me.

Esther thought, staring boredly at the passing crowd, which made her look even duller than the clear-eyed Admissor.

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"Admissor?" This rough and deep male voice was full of uncertainty.

Admissor subconsciously stood up and looked at the man in front of him helplessly: "Uh, ah, sir..."

"It's Swain."

"Mr. Swain." Admissor immediately answered. His normal and quick reaction and the stable mental state he showed during the communication made the strong old man wearing a naval officer's uniform widen his eyes.

"You know your name? Can you recognize me? You-" Swain, the owner of the Dragon Bar, looked surprised and happy, and then his suspicious eyes fell on Esther, "You did this of?"

Esther subconsciously shrank her neck: "Good evening, Mr. Swain."

Swain's eyes gradually became colder: "You look strange. Do you know me?"

Noting Swain's hostility towards strangers, Esther understood that not only did he forget to see her, but she also suspected that he was a wild Beyonder who had tampered with Admissor. The former punisher does not look like an easy person to persuade, not to mention that the "Storm" sequence of punishers is famous for their bad tempers.

Esther immediately pointed at Admissor and said confidently: "I shouted after him."

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