Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Even when praying to himself, it was the first time for Klein to be so pious, and part of the reason was nervousness.

After walking four steps backward, he was already sitting on the seat belonging to "The Fool". He clicked on the crimson star corresponding to prayer, and an illusory door slowly opened.

Klein brought the lifeless skylark's body into the gray mist. After leaving the real world and entering the ancient palace, the fluffy bird's body quickly deflated like a deflated balloon.

Soon, as a burst of silvery white light gathered inward, Klein raised his hand, waved away a slowly coming gray mist, and picked up the things on the long bronze table.

This object has completely changed its shape, showing a smooth layer of snake slough with a broken wheel pattern, just like a snake skin that has just been peeled off. This layer of translucent snake slough is extremely soft.

Is it really a "shell"?

Turning over the soft and elastic snake slough between his fingers, Klein couldn't help but have another bad idea.

If Esther completely loses consciousness and her body is enveloped in gray mist, will there be similar changes?

Klein quickly swept this terrible association out of his mind. If he thought about it further, the emotions he had barely managed to sort out would slip into despair again.

It would be better to look at it from another perspective. My marionettes, including the clones of "The Thief", are similar to this kind of separated individuals. At least they are much more normal than a layer of "painted skin"...

No, actually nothing is normal. Extraordinary people are not normal in the first place.

Klein thought mockingly to himself as he raised his right hand to catch the ball of light that followed his will and flew down from the air in front of him.

Inside the sphere, the tiny points of light have condensed into a small group, clinging tightly to the transparent and gray surface of the sphere, pointing straight towards Klein's left hand, as if eager to get out of the inside and fall into the already The empty snake shed room.

Klein did not act in a hurry, but placed the snake on the table, holding it in his left hand, and the citrine pendant immediately appeared in his hand.

Klein let the crystal hang down vertically, still holding the sparsely radiant sphere in his right hand. He closed his eyes and began to whisper the divination words: "I can awaken Norns through light points..."

After seven times, Klein opened his eyes and saw that the citrine was rotating clockwise at a larger amplitude.

After thinking for a moment, Klein performed another divination: "The release of light points will have an impact on Esther..."

When he opened his eyes again, he saw that the citrine was rotating counterclockwise with a slight amplitude, which meant that there was not much impact.

The amplitude is smaller because there is a possibility of being detected?

With a flick, the pendant between Klein's fingers disappeared instantly. His eyes fell on the ball of light, and it took him some time to make up his mind.

In the current situation, he needs some means to break the situation. Apart from releasing this ball of light, there is nothing else Klein can do.

He is not doubting the Dark Goddess, but he is far from trusting the "senior traveler". Gods are not easy to deal with. Klein is worried that the price he has not paid for the time being may need to be honored in the future.

Sure enough, if you can do things yourself, it is better to do it yourself, although this has nothing to do with "having enough food and clothing"...

Fortunately, I am already a "Cunning Mage", so I won't be in a daze in front of these gray fogs. I can already use more power, and I won't be unable to deal with this light ball.

Klein took a deep breath, bent his fingers, and lightly tapped the shell of the light ball with his knuckles.

His fingers clearly touched a special compartment condensed by gray mist, but to Klein it felt like he was knocking on an invisible and heavy door.

A "boom" sound came clearly from the ball of light.

But it did not stop, but kept ringing, as if there was an invisible person on the other side of the door continuing to knock on it. The knocking sound became distorted and mixed, and a buzzing sound of the same frequency came from inside, as if Hundreds of people were murmuring at the same time.

When such sounds are gathered together, they become quite impactful. Klein has long been accustomed to mumbling when boarding the gray mist, so to him this is nothing.

It’s just that he gradually discerned something amiss from those whispers. Those people spoke a variety of languages—no Loen, Intis, or Feysac, nor any ancient language. Occult languages ​​such as Hermetic or Giant.

But as Klein distinguished the voices more carefully, his expression became more and more solemn.

How is it possible that this is... the languages ​​of our different countries?

In a few broken Chinese whispers, Klein's expression gradually returned to calm. He remembered the light cocoon hanging outside the green and black gate. If these lights and the light cocoon were connected, there would be these dreamlike words, and Not an accident.

Where Klein struck, a ring of light appeared outside the transparent sphere. Fine cracks spread rapidly from the light. As the whispers grew louder, they gradually filled the entire sphere.

Just when it was about to shatter, all the noise dropped, and the hum suddenly became louder. Even though Klein couldn't fully understand what it was calling for, he suddenly understood its meaning.

A voice suddenly appeared in his mind, speaking to him in Klein's own voice:

"Light, chaos, fate, disaster...

"Tianzun?"

Some powerful attraction began to pull at Klein's consciousness, and the murmurs he heard every time he boarded the gray mist sounded again, appearing in his ears more clearly than ever before.

Until another call with a double voice sounded, gentle and calm, something Klein was all too familiar with:

"Zhou Mingrui, wake up."

It was Esther and Zoya's voices combined together.

Klein's body trembled while he was sitting on the long bronze table. He finally woke up from the whisper that did not belong to him. He got rid of the strange state of invisible resonance, and the murmur in his ears disappeared.

Several spiritual insects were shaken off from Klein's body as he straightened up, twisting helplessly beside him. However, the next moment they slowly floated up again and reintegrated into Klein's spiritual body. .

Only then did Klein realize that his near-out-of-control state only lasted for a short moment, and the ball of light in his hand had not even changed further. It was just that the shell was full of gaps and no longer complete.

Just when Klein wanted to regroup the gray mist and seal the light ball back to its previous state, the layer of confinement that blocked the escape of the light spot completely shattered, and this time it did not make any whispering sound.

Amidst the slight buzzing sound, the tiny light spots gradually shrank together and fell into Klein's palm, forming a ball of illusory and soft light, about the size of a quail egg.

However, seeing the gray mist rolling next to him, looking ready to move, Klein knew that as soon as he let go, the gray mist would immediately rush up and swallow up all the light.

So he no longer hesitated and covered the snake's slough with that light.

When Klein raised his hand again, a group of skylarks sleeping quietly appeared under his palm.

Looking at Skylark's body rising and falling due to breathing again, Klein let out a long sigh of relief.

At least the results are good.

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At night, the scarlet crescent moon moves towards the sky, hanging high above the city with low clouds and haze.

Backlund, bridge area.

Iron Gate Street, "Brave Bar", Billiard Room No. 3.

A thin boy of fifteen or sixteen years old was sitting at the round table in the corner, counting the account books in the black square box, which also contained a small amount of letters.

His fine black hair is neatly styled, and his handsome appearance is easy to make people like him. Although his facial features are still green and not fully grown, his bright red eyes appear to be inconsistent with his age. of calmness.

The boy was wearing an old coat that didn't fit well, and his round hat and satchel were hanging on the back of his chair. He turned over everything in the box attentively, and finally raised his head from these "goods" and looked across. The boy who was younger than him.

"I have to say, seeing that kids your age can find me here, I should seriously consider changing my business location."

Opposite there was a boy in his early ten years, wearing a simple white shirt and black suspenders, with a broken hat holding a ball on his head.

The boy was leaning against the wall leisurely, watching with relish the other pale-faced people playing pool on the opposite side of the room.

After hearing those words, the boy with bright brown hair turned his head and made a face at the boy with red eyes:

"If you give me some money and some nonsense, it will go pretty smoothly. Because I have what you want, there is no way they can stop me.

"It's not difficult, it's just a lie. Orphans like me have been deceiving people since they were born. For example, if I deceive myself or other orphans, there will be relatives who care about us living somewhere in the world."

"So, you want me to call you 'Rabbit'?"

"Yes, after all, the title 'Old Man' is not your name. I still have to go to school, so I can't use my name freely."

The younger boy had a bright smile and wore a pair of elegant round glasses. However, there was always a looming coldness in the ice-blue eyes behind the lenses, which made the young man feel a sense of alienation and vigilance.

It's good that such people can live longer in the underground trade and won't be dumped in a sewer tomorrow.

Anyway, as long as the other party can bring something valuable, Ian Wright doesn't care who he trades with. He is only responsible for the transaction, not for investigating the other party's background.

After all, the "old man" is just an underground dealer in arms and intelligence, not a law-abiding private detective.

Standing up from the round table, Ian extended his right hand to the boy: "No matter what, I think you are quite pleasing to the eye, and I hope to see you more often in the future."

"I'm very busy. I still have to study. If I have time, I will come again."

Rabbit's reply was not sincere, but he did reach out his hand and shook Ian's hand twice.

The man playing pool on the other side moved his fingers slightly, and the white pool ball bounced off the edge and rolled all the way into the hole.