Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Esther didn't speak. She lifted her hood, took off her silver mask and stuffed it back into her satchel. Benjamin sat on her left, closing her eyes and relaxing. The two of them sat quietly like this for more than ten minutes, as if As long as they don't speak, this peaceful relationship can last forever.

But that's impossible, Benjamin thought, and the smile came back to his face.

"What did he say to you?" Benjamin opened his eyes and stared at the scale with symbols on the ground.

He pressed his hands from the collar of the formal suit to his shoulders. The signs of loss of control underneath had basically subsided. He deceived his body's reaction when being pulled and extended the area where the loss of control occurred from his right eye to the shoulder covered by clothing. neck, and then prioritized suppressing the abnormalities on the face.

Esther clasped her hands together. If she hadn't put her hands on her legs, this gesture would have looked like a prayer:

"The patriarch of the Jacob family is already suspicious of you. Their fear of you is due to the external reasons of the Zoroastrian family, as well as those old things where you seem too suspicious. Dealing with the clone today may dispel some of them. People have doubts, but it’s mostly because the Jacob family has no choice. Have the direct descendants really declined to this extent?”

"Yes, unlike the unlucky ancestor of the Jacob family, the ancestor of the Zoroastrian family probably hasn't had an 'accident' yet," Benjamin looked at Esther, "but he won't appear in front of others at all. So far, His whereabouts are unknown...someone has been looking for him."

Esther subconsciously looked at Benjamin. His eyes were very calm, but the deep green of the lake was particularly turbid, revealing endless darkness, which made Esther suspect that it was the sequelae of being on the verge of losing control.

"What are you looking at me for?" Esther lowered her head again and stared at her hands, asking in a low voice.

Benjamin did not answer Esther's words: "What about Him? What did He say to you?"

The same question, even the tone when asked is the same, only the pronouns are different.

Esther understood that Benjamin was referring to the several Amon clones that had sneaked into the hall before.

She twisted her hands tighter, and the leather gloves almost burst into tears under such forceful twisting. Esther took a deep breath and tried to spit out three words:

"Yes or no?"

Silence gained weight, pressing on Benjamin's eyelashes, causing him to slowly close his eyes. He thought he would have a clearer, more sensible short answer, but it seemed as if an invisible finger was close to his lips, forcing him to He kept silent, letting his logic burst like a bubble.

Yes, or no, Benjamin's silence has given Esther the answer.

But she still waited, wanting to hear what Benjamin had to say—or at least hear him admit it himself.

Although there is no point in waiting like this, Esther knows it in her heart.

As the silence lasted longer, another kind of courage gradually settled and grew in her heart, gently supporting her neck, allowing Esther to raise her head and turn to Benjamin.

She doesn't look at a person very closely, either out of respect for others, or because eye contact during communication can express and capture the other person's emotions more clearly.

Esther looked at Benjamin. His appearance was of course completely different from Amon. He was not so thin, more elegant, with a higher nose bridge but shallower eye sockets.

It's just that when Benjamin has a smile on his face, once Esther makes an association, the sense of similarity will keep bringing the two faces closer, fitting the inadvertently revealed sense of familiarity into a perfect keyhole.

"If this question is too difficult to answer, then..."

"yes."

When Esther had decided to give up asking and wanted to leave, Benjamin answered her, which made Esther's body weight fall back to the chair.

She was still staring at Benjamin, and her angle was just enough to see the lens in his right eye: "Is it from the beginning?"

Benjamin raised his right hand, but then dropped it very covertly, resting it on the armrest of the stone chair. He opened his eyes, the smile on his face disappeared, and the indifferent eyes he turned to Esther showed no fluctuation:

"That makes sense, doesn't it? Why did I find you and why did I invite you? Because this is just a scene we had planned for a long time, to show to those idiots of the 'Hermits of Destiny'. Your use value Very good, now that everything is over, do you stay here just to wait for the true body?"

Hearing Benjamin's obvious threat, Esther smiled instead: "Then you should obviously know that after the contact with Zoya becomes closer, 'lie' means nothing to me."

Benjamin's face darkened: "Why can you still laugh?"

"I don't know either."

Esther whispered. She leaned forward and got closer to Benjamin. The distance between the two stone chairs was only half a meter. Esther stretched out her hand again and could touch the glasses on the bridge of Benjamin's nose. .

Benjamin was a little stunned, but did not dodge. Instead, he allowed her to take off her round glasses. Esther pressed lightly on the right lens, and the loose lens immediately fell off the frame and lay on the ground. In the palm of her hand.

Esther's eyes shone slightly, her vision became chaotic, and among the thin folds of fate, a black hole-like shadow stayed in her palm.

She blinked hard to regain her normal vision, spread her palm and handed the lens back to Benjamin.

After a few seconds of stalemate, Benjamin picked up the monocle and put it close to his right eye socket. He did not change his appearance or clothes, but looked at Esther with a slight confusion through the transparent lenses.

The darkness in the depths of his green eyes dissipated and became clear.

"He told me that I trusted the wrong person. They asked me to open my eyes and see who Benjamin really is." Esther whispered, playing with the glasses that were missing one lens in her hands.

"Now, do you have the answer?"

"I don't need an answer. How can there be so many answers in this world? Life is not a decipher, and fate has always been a blur." Esther's smile deepened, "And I, I only know that He is wrong, I You didn’t trust the wrong person.”

Benjamin's expression gradually returned to calm. The smile on his face was very light but very natural: "This hall is more dangerous than you think. I have really thought about leaving you here, not just temporarily. But it’s a long-lasting one… leaving you until the external factors are resolved.”

"Then I have to thank you for giving up such a choice?"

Benjamin's expression gradually became solemn: "Your influence on me and Amon's clone is not only due to the uniqueness of 'The Thief' but also Zoya's anchoring. There is a further mystical connection between them. I don’t know where that stems from.”

"Maybe it's an extraordinary aggregation." Esther calmly put forward the conjecture she had made before. "More likely, this is Zoya's way of deliberately disrupting the fate of the clone in order to cause trouble for Amon."

Benjamin sighed: "Then what he did was quite successful. Even if it didn't bother the main body, it still caused trouble for us clones."

Esther lowered her head and observed the delicate design of the round glasses with spiral patterns. Her fingers rubbed the temples: "Listening to what you said, I always feel that I have contact with you and have an intersection. Something very bad happened..."

"I don't need to apologize, and believe me, Xiao Qi and Xiao Wu don't need it either."

The small movements of Esther's hands immediately stopped: "Please don't say that."

"Look at me, Esther."

Under Benjamin's rather strong tone, Esther raised her head and looked into a pair of crow-like black eyes.

Benjamin did not completely change back to Amon's appearance, only his eyes changed, and his eyes were very gentle, with an unknown smile in them: "You have to know that time is just a unit of measurement for mythical creatures. It is even a tool that can be exploited. The most important thing is that in this short period of time, I, or we, have gained something very important..."

He paused, thinking about his words, and then nodded solemnly: "Fun."

"It can't be more important than life." Esther muttered quietly, but her mood improved visibly, with a feather-like soft warmth gently brushing her heart.

"In the final analysis, we are all just clones." Benjamin took off the monocle from his eye socket, and his eyes returned to the appearance characteristics that "Benjamin" should have. "If you take it too seriously, you will only be distracted by the original body." Just kidding. The difference between us and Him is even less than you think. You need to adjust your understanding of this aspect, otherwise you will always be at a disadvantage in the repeated tug-of-war like now."

Benjamin gently threw up the monocle, tricking the speed of its fall and letting it slowly hover in the palm of his hand: "We are all anchors of the ontology, so we are also the ones who know our own existence best."

Esther stared at the monocle, and the smile on her face gradually faded. She handed the frame to Benjamin: "I think... I should go."

Benjamin took the frame and put the lenses back into the hole on the right: "Do you need me to send them to you?"

Esther didn't speak, and the hall fell silent again.

She took a moment to collect her thoughts and drew courage from this conversation: "If I leave, will I see you again?"

"Benjamin Jacob will always exist, even if it's not me, it will be other clones," Benjamin said nonchalantly, "It's all the same."

Esther stood up and pulled up her hood with a smile: "It's different for me, or do you want me to call you something else?"

Benjamin thought for a few seconds: "That's fine, too. If you want to call me Amon directly, I'd be happy to."

Esther still felt a chill behind her: "Forget it!"

Benjamin smiled happily: "I originally thought you would fall out with me, but now this result..."

It was unexpected, but it made him happy.

A smiling response came from under Esther's hood: "You are the one asking for my trust. You have stolen a friendship. Do you want to give it back now?"

Benjamin did not speak. He watched Esther pronounce "Hermit of Destiny" in ancient Hermes. The pre-established "detachment" mechanism was activated, and her figure disappeared from his eyes.

"Of course I don't."

Benjamin curled his lips and looked around the empty and silent hall.

He had been sitting here quietly, and a few hours passed like this. Another figure in black robe suddenly appeared on the dial in the hall.

"Are you waiting for me?"

The young man wearing a monocle smiled and walked slowly towards the clone who stayed in the Jacob family.

"Yes, I'm waiting for the ending you planned a long time ago." Benjamin leaned back in his chair and adjusted his frame, "But will everything really develop as you expect?"

The black-haired young man stopped in front of the clone and looked down at him:

"Accidents can also bring a lot of fun, just like now. I originally thought that you didn't escape, but wanted to use this hall to launch a counterattack against me, but you didn't do anything. Don't you even have the determination to do this? "

Benjamin's smile was mocking: "I don't know, maybe because I have no choice."

Amon quietly observed this clone for a moment, but there was nothing abnormal about "Benjamin Jacob", and he could not analyze any emotions that would cause problems. Even his self-perception as "Amon" was stable. .

He was arbitrarily searching through the memories and thoughts possessed by the avatar, but Benjamin showed no concern. He just sat quietly on the chair and looked up at the original body.

Amon stretched out his hand expressionlessly and tapped the lens in front of Benjamin's right eye: "Didn't you always hope to change into a clone to be 'Ben'? Congratulations, now you are free."

Benjamin ignored this sentence: "Who will be next? The clone cannot touch her essence, and she does not want to see us as you."

Amon looked at his seemingly normal clone indifferently, suspecting that this clone was still overly affected.

Benjamin smiled even more cheerfully: "It will always be your turn. Since you want to control Zoya, you must face 'Esther' one day."

"It won't be too far." Amon replied with a smile.

This chapter has a lot of words. I don’t want to engage in intrigues out of context, so I just posted it! (exhausted)

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