Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Amon hugged Dazhbog's arm tightly: "What is the consecration ceremony?"

"Yes, it's not a very complicated process. I will host it for you."

Adam and Amon looked at each other, and then nodded to Dazhbog to express their understanding. Amon pestered Dazhibog again and talked about his progress for a long time, while Adam stood quietly beside him, answering Dazhibog's inquiries from time to time.

But Adam's attentiveness also allowed him to notice Zoya's subtle changes. The light spots floating inside Zoya's head were dimmer than a few months ago, and the color became lighter, showing signs of exhaustion.

If it were Amon, he might ask Dazhbog directly what happened, but Adam would not do that.

He tried to comfort Zoya, and a few light spots lit up slightly, then lost their vitality.

Zoya's head turned around, but it didn't have any eyes, which made it difficult for Adam to tell whether Zoya was looking at him or behind him, Ourolyus, who was saluting to Daribog.

Abandoning prying eyes and blocking out hypnotic sight, including outside thoughts, to cover up mind reading and avoid the buzzing sound of stealing. Is this my father's protection for Zoya, or Zoya's vigilance towards us?

Adam couldn't help but think of the word Medici used, "heresy", which made him a little worried. Although he had never clearly shown his "likes and dislikes", he would not express his inner feelings with mixed truth and falsehood like Amon. Emotions, but Adam does not hate Zoya, and even feels a little similar to himself in that gentle to indifferent attitude.

Adam's index finger gently touched the edge of the parchment roll in his hand, and he retracted his gaze to observe the light spots.

"If you want to go out and have a look, you have to wait until after the consecration ceremony. Remember to tell me or Saslier when you go out."

"We will not be in danger! Adam can use 'invisibility', and no one will even see us." Amon replied cheerfully.

Dazhberg rubbed Amon's head: "If Adam is willing, you can go together again. Don't always drag your brother to take responsibility for you."

"oh……"

Seeing his father turn his gaze, Adam nodded quietly.

It doesn't matter, He will watch it all until He observes the answer that is enough to form the ending of the story.

The blond Shenzi followed obediently beside Dazhbog, watching his father pick up the black-haired brother with a gentle smile.

——

Dazhbog didn't stay too long, and walked out of the courtyard with Amon's reluctant eyes.

He didn't use any abilities, he just stepped out of the pavilion like an ordinary person. Before the figure turned into the winding corridors, Dazhberg even glanced back. Seeing the two Sons of God looking in his direction, Daribog waved his hand from a distance before completely leaving their sight.

"Father is really busy. He is always so busy. I really wish I could go and see what he was doing. So what did you do?" Amon walked to Zoya's side. He flexed his fingers and leaned forward. He tapped Zoya's mask impolitely, causing the light spots inside to shake.

Zoya subconsciously stretched out her hands, held her head on both sides, and took half a step back: "It's nothing."

"Lies." Amon showed a friendly smile, but did not continue to torture Zoya's head, "You can always tell me something, right?"

Adam showed amazing thoughtfulness: "You can tell a few stories like you did before."

Amon cleared his throat and expressed that he was not satisfied with his good brother's proposal.

"Father didn't mention Zoya's matter, so I don't think we should know what happened." Adam said this and took the lead to the bench in the pavilion.

He sat back in his favorite seat, where he could get half the sunlight and the chair was warm, but it left a shadow that blocked his upper body, allowing Adam to clearly see the sentence he was writing in his hand.

Amon looked at Zoya: "You have become a lot weaker."

It seemed that Zoya was just standing there without any movement, but Adam could observe Zoya's slightly stiff body.

Zoya didn't even respond to Amon's words, and walked silently to the fence, his steps gentle. When Zoya wanted to bypass Amon in front of her, the young child's expression turned serious and he grabbed Zoya's wrist.

They were in a stalemate for dozens of seconds. Zoya stopped, but Amon never let go of him.

Until Ourolius's gentle voice sounded: "Don't quarrel."

This is a bit biased, because Zoya just kept silent from beginning to end, and there was no possibility of "quarrel" at all.

"I hope I can quarrel with him." Amon did not hide the disappointment on his face, but he still let go of Zoya. He took a step and instantly crossed several meters and sat on the bench where Adam was sitting. superior.

Ourolius looked in the direction of Zoya, but no one spoke. Finally, Zoya shook her head and walked towards the fence where there was a shadow.

Amon pushed Adam with his elbow, causing the pen in Adam's hand to shake. On the paper, the word "calm" could not be written, and half the sentence was scratched crookedly.

Adam sighed softly: "Whatever you want to say, just say it."

Amon glanced in Zoya's direction: "Then do you have a way to make our conversation more low-key?"

The next moment, Amon felt that there was some kind of gap between the two of them. He resisted the urge to touch the monocle to decrypt and analyze and find weaknesses, and smiled at Adam:

"Can you let me steal this ability and try it? It feels very interesting."

"Psychological invisibility, if you touch the other person, you will be discovered." Adam looked at the gray linen robe in the shadow on the other side, "To be honest, I don't know if this is useful to Zoya."

"It's better than nothing. If He hears it again, it will be considered as eavesdropping on our conversation."

"Zoya won't mind. You know, His current condition is very bad, and..."

Adam paused for two seconds between words. As a "psychoanalyst", he was very confident in his analysis, but Adam had an uncomfortable guess in his heart. He always felt that this matter had something to do with his father.

"And what?" Amon pushed up his monocle.

"If we do nothing, Zoya is likely to continue to decline."

After Adam said this, he looked at Amon helplessly: "You should know that your 'stealing' also interacts with the outside world, which will destroy the effect of psychological invisibility, right?"

"Really? I just knew it." Amon smiled and blinked, without any hint of guilt or guilt.

Ourolius withdrew his gaze from the two sons of gods and turned to look at Zoya in the corner.

Zoya didn't react at all, even though He heard those words.

——

"So, Zoya is really part of 'destiny'?"

Sasriel looked around at the parchments hanging on the wall and folded his broad wings after standing up. Because he noticed the way Dazhberg stared at him, Saslier had to give up the idea of ​​hiding his wings and halo. He was almost used to it anyway.

It has become a recognized rule that all angels will show corresponding images when they leave the Kingdom of God in their original appearance. The "all-knowing and all-powerful Lord" is very likely looking at them, not to mention that Oseichus firmly believes that this is the glory of being an angel of the Lord.

Sasril actually doesn't care that much about the glory of his body, but when it comes time to maintain his image, he will still do his best.

I just hope things don't go too far. Sasriel walked around the room, reading the words on the parchment.

"As you can see, I have almost analyzed the content on that stone tablet. The content of that information is not controllable. If the spirit is not strong enough, it can easily directly impact the viewer's mind from a spiritual level. body, followed by the destruction of the spiritual body.”

"So Hermes and the others have sacrificed many people, and this knowledge is not something ordinary humans can bear." Saslier stopped in front of the parchment scrolls with "Sequence 1 Dark Angel" and "Sequence 0 Hanged Man" written on them. Pointing to the words above, "Are these names too straightforward?"

Dazhberg raised his head from the parchment on hand and glanced casually: "What better name do you have?"

Saslier looked at the paper next to him. After seeing names such as "Pure White Angel" and "cherubic angel", he suddenly felt that this matter was quite troublesome: "Okay, you have the final say. Well, actually this The names are pretty good too…how many are there in total?”

"Twenty-two," Dazhberg took a deep breath, then exhaled heavily, showing a relieved smile, "each one leads to the top sequence zero."

"The path to becoming a god." Saslier said softly, putting down the scroll of paper with "Sequence 0 Error" written on it. "If you want to make these paths public, it will be too much for all the people." It’s a huge shock and it shakes their faith.”

"I will not disclose the secret at the top of the sequence. This will destroy the rare period of peace in this world. Hermes and the others have been studying for so many years, and they have only allowed a few recognized friends to become the pioneers of this path."

Darborg gently wiped his hand across the surface of the parchment, and pointed his fingertips on the blank space next to "Sequence 0 Visionary": "We all know that no one can afford the consequences of making the entire sequence public."

Saslier thought about the follow-up plan: "Then continue to follow the current situation, let each town have its own information, and set the confidentiality level..."

Dazhberg did not intend to turn this meeting into a report. He had other things he wanted to talk to Saslier: "There is one more thing."

"What?"

"It is precisely because Zoya did not hide anything, combined with my integration and exploration of the ocean, that I discovered the secrets between these pathways."

Sasril no longer read the formulas and the rituals required for promotion, but looked at the original body with shining eyes: "It's hard to imagine what else is hidden above this."

"You're half right. Above the sequence, there are life forms that transcend limitations." There seemed to be a sea of ​​chaotic colors in Daribog's eyes, which was constantly making waves. "That is the ultimate meaning of these pathways."

"We need to keep it secret."

"At least for now, only we can know."

Saslier's brows gradually wrinkled: "What about Zoya?"

"I took Him to that ocean, leaving behind a part of the restraining power to ensure that He could not tell others about it."

Darborg lowered his head and looked at the parchment with "Wheel of Fortune" written on it: "In exchange, I cut off a part of his derived humanity for him to help him solve this problem."

Sasril sighed.

Dariborg smiled and hung the parchment roll on the wall: "It's not that bad. I will keep it for Zoya. Maybe one day he will want to go back."