Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

The "Four-leaf Clover" wandered in the wind and waves.

In the violent sea, any weather may occur anytime and anywhere. Even on relatively safe routes, there are unlucky times, and the fleet will encounter unexpected surprises.

The "Four Leaf Clover" is spinning in the eddies in this sea area. Because the wind and waves are too strong, even if the foam attached to the bottom of the ship emerges, it will soon be broken or blown away by the waves, and it cannot float stably out of the sea.

But the "Clover" is also tough enough that such wind and waves cannot destroy it.

Mateo spit out a mouthful of salty sea water and tried to ignore the pain of the rain hitting his face. He tightened the rope around his waist and pressed his body tightly against the side of the boat.

The last wave that was too violent hit the side of the boat, drenching him from head to tail. His clothes and pants felt uncomfortable clinging to his body, and his brown hair almost got into his eyes. This forced Mateo to use After shaking his head twice, he had already begun to consider cutting his hair short like Captain Aaron.

But now, he has to hold on a little longer.

Mateo didn't just run onto the deck to enjoy the rain. He held tightly an arrow-shaped piece of iron in his hand, which was engraved with complicated occult symbols. Mateo only recognized part of it.

This is what Alexander gave him, and Mateo is waiting for the moment when what Aaron calls the "light curtain" appears, which is the signal to activate the spell.

At least he was not alone. Although only Mateo was at the stern of the boat, there was another unlucky guy standing at the bow.

When he thought of this, Mateo's hand on the side of the boat became more stable.

Mateo had never wanted to see the sun so much. Now he wanted to praise the sun from the bottom of his heart. If his father knew, he might be very pleased.

He spit out another mouthful of rainwater that flowed into his mouth, and even bit into some fine ice shards. It was June now, this damn weather!

Mateo tightened the rope around his waist again, although in such a bumpy situation, the rope as a safety measure could give him a limited sense of security. When he looked at the roaring waves outside the boat, besides fear, there was also a hint of excitement on his face.

Finally, the signal the captain mentioned appeared, and a light green light curtain rose directly on the "Clover", expanding into a huge oval-shaped bubble, wrapping the entire hull inside.

The rain and wind and waves around him were successfully isolated, and Mateo was finally able to stand firm. He wiped a handful of wet hair from his forehead, counted thirty in his mind, and then poured his spiritual power into the spell in his hand. , and stick it tightly to the stern of the "Clover".

He shouted the ancient Hermetic phrase that activated the spell: "Storm!"

The awkward language of mysticism awakened the extraordinary power contained in it, and the spell burned instantly, with blue flames lighting up on it, and then shattered into ashes on the side of the "Clover".

The blue light spread out, dyeing the light curtain on the outside of the "Clover" a brighter color.

At the same time, a similar light shone in the direction of the bow of the ship. The whole ship suddenly shook and sank directly to the sea.

A more majestic wave rushed over and hit the outside of the light curtain. The "Clover" seemed to be sunk by it, falling deeper into the sea water.

Unlike the fierce beating of wind and rain on the sea, it was extremely quiet under the sea, so quiet that Mateo's heart beat faster.

The darkness around him filled him with fear, especially in the deeper parts of the water, where some unidentifiable black figures were swimming. He squinted his eyes and stared quietly for a moment, only to find that they were just a group of barracudas.

Mateo has been standing at the stern of the ship, with another "Poseidon" charm in his arms, just in case he has to stay here until the "Clover" safely escapes the stormy sea and returns to the sea. above.

But not long after, another man walked out of the cabin. He looked depressed and had some dark circles under his eyes, but he walked on the deck with a very steady pace.

"Mr. Toma," Mateo looked at the first mate doubtfully and subconsciously stood up straight, "Do you have any new orders from the captain?"

Thomas has been suffering from mumbling in the past few days and has not had much energy. However, he still tried his best to smile and stretched out his hand to Mateo: "Give me the spare spell, I will take care of it."

"Don't you need to rest for a while? You still look very tired." Mateo placed another charm in his arms in Toma's open palm.

"Using magical items to reduce the side effects of mumbling, there is no way, I won't be able to sleep well during this period."

Thomas covered his mouth to suppress the urge to yawn, and waved casually towards the cabin: "It's already early morning, today is Sunday, do you still have your routine prayers to do?"

Mateo's routine prayer every Sunday is something Aaron has always known, and it was Aaron who asked Thomas to come out to replace Mateo.

Of course Mateo would not shirk it. He always remembered his mission and nodded gratefully to Thomas: "Thank you, I'll go back to the cabin right now."

Thomas said "hmm" casually twice, leaned against the side of the ship, rubbed his temples, and stared at the green light screen outside the ship's hull.

After Mateo returned to the room, he immediately sat down at the table beside the bed. He clasped his hands and lowered his head, silently reciting the four-part honorary name:

"The broken shadow of fate, the vortex wandering outside time and space, the eternal attendant of the Lord of the Spirit World, the light that weaves the thread of the long river of chaos...

I pray to you and hope to let you know that everything is well. Although there are unexpected things on the trip, our luck has been very good. "

Mateo stopped praying and lowered his head quietly, but he did not hear the strange rhythmic buzzing sound.

He continued to listen attentively, and after waiting for a few minutes, he looked around suspiciously. Mateo bowed his head again and recited four paragraphs of the venerable name, but the following sentences were changed:

"I'm praying to you that everything is okay."

Still no response, that familiar buzzing sound didn't ring in my mind.

Mateo hesitated, and he pulled out a palm-sized notebook from under his desk. This was the recording method recommended to him by Mr. Alexander, which helps people completely record those "things that are easily forgotten."

Most of the book is blank, with only the first few pages containing dates and drawings whose meaning only Mateo himself understands. Each date is a Sunday, and the circle represents the response to prayer received. Originally, Matteo thought of using a diamond to represent the delayed response, but he never used this symbol.

Not receiving an immediate response today made him a little uneasy, so after writing down the new date, Mateo drew a diamond and added a question mark at the footer.

no respond.

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"no respond……"

Vika put down her arms, but still held her hands tightly in front of her, her face turning pale with worry.

This was already the ninth time he prayed in the past few days, and the result every time was the same. He did not see the gentle light or hear the buzzing response.

After drinking the "monster" potion, his excessive spirituality would cause sensory disturbances from time to time, including various visual and auditory hallucinations, as well as nightmares that frequently woke him up.

However, under the guidance of Mr. Reachord, Vika soon learned to rein in his divergent spirituality, gradually got used to the strange scenes he saw, and made observations to gain a glimpse of the revelations related to himself.

What Vika couldn't explain clearly was that when he was troubled by those hallucinations, his eyes would be shrouded in a faint light, which always allowed him to quickly stabilize his mind and meditate to restore his state, or try to interpret it with a calm mind. Don't get lost in the scene before you.

He didn't know what it was and thought everyone had a similar experience, so he never told his teacher.

But a few days ago, Vika had a dream that made him extremely uneasy. At first, the dream was just misty silence, but a light emerged from it, which made Vika feel at ease in the dream.

He tried to walk in the direction of stronger light, and saw a group of light that was more pure and gentle, but not as dazzling as the sun, exuding some indescribable attraction.

Vika was never able to get close to the light, but just from a distance, he felt very satisfied and stared at it quietly.

Until the dream began to change, an invisible shadow emerged from the mist, tearing the light apart, causing it to collapse into points of light that could not be condensed, disintegrating and dying.

When Vika opened his eyes, he was lying on his bed shivering, his eyes bloodshot. He couldn't understand what he saw, but he knew that this was not an ordinary dream.

Mr. Reachord taught him that for extraordinary people with extremely high spirituality, the clearer the dream, the more likely it is to be inspired by the power of mysticism. "Dream" itself is also a way to get closer to the absolute real world.

In fact, Vika was no stranger to that kind of light. He remembered seeing similar light spots before.

So since that day, he would recite the "honorable name" Esther left for him almost every day. At least now Wika's common sense of mysticism was enough for him to know what it was.

Because he never received a response, Vika sometimes even prayed once in the morning and evening, but this made no difference.

He has not seen any enlightening visions in the past few days, and he has no way of confirming whether the light is still on him. Wika's anxious attitude has always been noticed by Rachel, but Rachel did not ask - that Vika will say what he says. People who follow "destiny" always know how to curb their curiosity and desire to pry, otherwise sooner or later they will see things they shouldn't see or hear.

Vika was struggling in this situation. He didn't know what he could do. He was just waiting in vain for a response. He almost regarded reciting the four lines of the venerable name as a routine prayer in the morning and evening. He had already begun to report what he had eaten at night.

The scene of broken light in the dream always lingers in his mind.