Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

When Klein fed him the last scoop of ice cream, Will Auceptin blinked: "You will be lucky these days."

"Really? Then I thank you in advance." Klein thought this was a small benefit given to him by the "Snake of Mercury" and accepted it calmly.

But the baby shook his head, and his chubby little face bulged: "It's not me, it should be the 'Norns' you mentioned."

Klein was a little surprised: "This is the first time I know it has this ability. It didn't seem to have existed before..."

But he stopped mid-sentence, thinking back thoughtfully.

The baby waved his soft and white fists at him twice: "For people like you, changes in luck are often difficult, because the power hidden in you is too stable. If it weren't for Norns' close relationship with you, it wouldn't be possible. It’s possible to do that.”

"Thank you for telling me this."

"You're welcome, will you come next week?" Will asked expectantly while wiping his mouth with the handkerchief Klein handed him.

Klein took away the handkerchief and agreed vaguely. Just as the servant and Dr. Allen's wife returned to the living room, Will began to bite his fingers again and agreed with the mother obediently and contentedly. Voice.

After a brief exchange, Klein said goodbye and left Dr. Allen's home.

Dwayne Dantès's carriage drove slowly, and his deep eyes looked out of the carriage. Klein looked at Backlund's lampposts and the carefully tended gardens of the single-family villas, smiling and relaxing. Body.

It will be August in just one week, time flies so fast...

After Klein returned to Berklund Street, he did not go directly into the house. Instead, he strolled casually in the garden for a while, thinking about the manor that Major General Qonas Kilger had introduced to him.

The last time Klein attended the salon, the major general mentioned this matter. Although this was an extremely huge expense, it was a necessary expense for a newcomer who wanted to integrate into the aristocratic circle.

"Dawn" needs a manor that can be used to entertain other nobles. Autumn is the best social season. It just so happens that the Duke Negan family sold the "Rose Song" manor located in the northwest suburbs of Backlund in order to sell it as soon as possible and exchange it for cash. , Klein was also very moved by this.

Suddenly, Klein's spiritual intuition sensed something, and he immediately subconsciously walked into the house, and soon arrived inside the study.

Asking the valet to wait outside, Klein walked into the study alone and waited.

When Knowns saw Klein walking into the study, he immediately flew back from the edge of the small window sill and landed happily on his shoulder.

Klein showed a reassuring smile and nodded on Skylark's forehead: "I'm back. I didn't cause any trouble, right?"

Knowns' melodious voice sounded in the study, as if complaining about Klein's distrust of it. The feathers on its head would occasionally emit a little light when it made a sound, but it soon returned to calm.

"Okay, okay, I can prepare some snacks for you when it's dinner time. I hope this will make you happy?"

Norns ended his complaint with a sharp, short chirp, flapped his wings and flew to his usual shelf, combing his feathers.

Knowns' attitude towards Klein has not changed at all. Klein, who was originally worried that Skylark would forget him, was relieved for this.

Klein was sure that it wasn't him overthinking it. Since waking up from the gray mist, "Norns" has even become more lively than before. Sometimes it seems too energetic, which makes Klein feel that it is next to it. He will speak in a second.

Because the remaining light spots on the gray fog are stronger, is Norns in better condition now?

Klein sat behind his desk, counting the gold pounds and assets on hand, and estimated how much money he would have left after purchasing the manor.

It wasn't until several minutes passed that a narrow crack in the spiritual world was torn open in the air, and a puppy with hard black fur and a muzzle nearly split to the back of his head emerged from it.

Klein's heartbeat gradually accelerated. He saw that the black dog still had a letter in its mouth, but its ears and tail were drooped down, looking very aggrieved.

Klein leaned over and rubbed the little black dog's head, but it never became happy. After putting the envelope in Klein's hand, it put its head next to Klein's leg, looking completely lost.

Knowns, who was squatting on the monopod, screamed happily, flapped his wings and flew down, standing next to the black dog.

The skylark licked the black dog's paw and chirped in a low voice, as if communicating with the puppy.

What surprised Klein was that the puppy actually nodded at Norns.

Klein patted the puppy's head again: "Can you understand what it means?"

The black puppy wagged its tail twice, which meant yes.

The skylark jumped around the puppy on the ground, seeming a little anxious. Then it flew onto Klein's shoulder again and let out a strange, dissatisfied cry from above.

Klein couldn't understand Norns' meaning across species. He suddenly felt that he should ask someone if there was a way to communicate with animals.

The next sequence of "Medicine Master" seems to be "Animal Tamer". Unfortunately, the Darkwill I know is not here, and I don't know if he is still on Olavi Island now...

Klein sighed, raised his hand and poked the skylark's feather cluster, eliciting a questioning sound.

The figure of the black puppy became blurry and transparent, and quickly disappeared into the air.

Klein finally turned his gaze to the letter in his hand, which he had been holding tightly but did not dare to face.

Turning the envelope over, the neat pencil writing seemed to be surrounded by invisible and regular squares. The familiar square characters wrote a name that should not be known to others - "To Zhou Mingrui".

Klein gradually frowned. With just one glance, he recognized that this was not Esther's handwriting. All the horizontal and vertical strokes on the paper were too rigid, as if someone who was not used to writing Chinese characters had to draw them in one step. of.

He had seen Esther's handwriting in Chinese. It was small and not as rigorous as the printing outside this letter.

Is it Zoya? That's right, besides Him, I can't think of anyone who would send such a letter, and it was written in Chinese...

Suppressing the anger of disappointment in his heart, Klein sighed silently and began to arrange the ceremony in the room.

He planned to sacrifice the letter above the gray mist before opening it. If there was any problem with the letter, the power there would be able to suppress it and prevent further surprises.

A few minutes later, in the ancient and magnificent hall, Klein opened the letter in his hand.

The envelope was all written in Chinese, which made Klein subconsciously glance in the direction of the debris pile.

There is a treasured letter there.

A wry smile appeared on Klein's lips, and then he returned his attention to the letter in his hand. The letter was brief and more like a note:

"Hello, I have received your letter. I have not opened it. I will keep it and deliver it to the person you want to deliver to her later.

"I'm sorry that I will be absent from the meeting, and even when I wake up, I won't be able to attend again until I reestablish contact there.

"yours truly."

Klein slowly folded up the messages. He stared at the white letter paper exposed on the edge of his palm, and it materialized into a citrine pendulum.

The tests that need to be done still need to be done.

"This is a letter from Zoya" and "This letter has no extraordinary influence" were both answered affirmatively by the pendulum rotating significantly clockwise.

There is no danger, no hidden model, it is really just an ordinary letter.

Klein did not perform dream divination on the origin of this letter. He did not forget that Zoya was very likely to be with another very scary person.

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In a certain church.

The crow with aggrieved eyes squatted on the top of the nun's hat, but when it looked at the white-robed figure in front of the church, it couldn't help but show some guilt.

The simple priest in white robe did not pay attention to the eyes behind him, but concentrated on holding the cross on his heart and whispered:

“The heavens proclaim the glory of the Lord, and the firmament proclaims his deeds. They speak of them day by day, they spread night by night; they have no words, no sound, no sound. Yet their tidings are spread among men; their words reach to the ends of the earth. The Lord Set up a tabernacle for the sun in the sky..."*

The crow lowered his head and pulled hard on the top of the nun's hat with his pointed beak until one hand reached above his head and flattened the bulge there.

The crow, with its soft and neat feathers, jumped onto the arm of the person below, waiting for the other person to put it down.

"Esther" seemed to have opened her eyes from a long sleep, with obvious sluggishness and trance in her eyes. She smoothly retracted her arms and put the crow on her lap.

The crow's black eyes looked at her from bottom to top: "Can't I leave?"

"He said, no."

The clone of Amon who was supposed to deliver the news sighed. The crow rolled directly on Esther's lap and lay down with his paws facing the sky: "Since when did you listen to Adam so much?"

"Esther" just shook her head mechanically, and her sleepwalking expression made it impossible to see any emotion.

"It's because He has a problem, isn't it?" the crow muttered in a low voice.

"Esther"'s body froze, and then she repeated the previous shaking of her head.

The crow rolled on its knees again. Before it turned over and fell to the ground, "Esther" reached out her hand in time and caught the crow's soft wings.

The black eyeballs like glass beads reflected her gentle and calm eyes. Crow smacked his lips and stretched his neck to look at Adam who was still chanting in a low voice, not caring at all that the audience here was distracted.

"The main body didn't give us the memory of that time, but I guess you were like this at that time." The crow stood up again and pecked "Esther"'s finger hard, leaving red marks on it, "You guys The two of them were plotting something silently, and I was excluded."

"Esther" had a look of confusion in her eyes, and raised her hand to gently stroke the crow's head.

Crow didn't avoid her finger, but he looked like he was still thinking about some bad thoughts: "I said, do you still remember what happened at that time?"

"I am a historian, and the trajectory of the past is set, and I cannot forget it."

"Esther" said softly, raising her eyes to the front of the church.

The priest in white robe still lowered his head with a pious expression.

*Psalm 19:1-19:4