Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

"Captain, this is..."

"Ah, Your Excellency Sesima, thank you for coming to Tingen."

After taking Crested to Dunn's office, Roxanne left voluntarily.

Crested put the small suitcase on Dunn's desk: "These are the potion materials that the 'divineer' needs for his promotion. I can conduct his promotion inspection in the afternoon. Take me to see it first. Them, the out-of-control man and Esther."

"Yes, they are both behind the Chanis Gate and have not yet woken up from their slumber."

"Speaking of the out-of-control man, after Backlund comes back later today, we will take him back to Backlund Parish, where he can get better treatment from the Requiem Master."

Dunn nodded silently and did not express any opinion on this handling method.

"As for Esther, we won't take her away, but... let me see her specific situation first. And you can keep the Holy Emblem on hand for now. You can use it when you feel it is necessary. Together with the symbols I left on the stone door, Esther was temporarily suppressed."

Dunn nodded again, taking this as the church's trust and trust in him: "I understand."

Old Neil's survival is closer to a "miracle" for Crestel. People can't help but sigh that "Esther" is indeed the goddess's special aid to the Tingen Nighthawks team. Crestel has never heard of it. It's incredible that a person who has lost control and turned into a monster can be reversed.

If every out-of-control person could have such a miracle, there wouldn't be so many extraordinary people dying painfully in the hands of their colleagues every year, but it's a pity that Crestel has never witnessed such a power. The ability that Esther exerted when she lost control was very close to the high-level rumors of another sparsely populated sequence, but even Crestel had not come into contact with much information on the "monster" path. The Holy Temple's intelligence in this regard Quite scarce.

After checking on Old Neil's condition, Crestel followed Dunn to Esther's stone house. The silent power surging inside made him feel a chill in his back.

"Your Excellency Sesima, Esther has been sleeping since she was sent back yesterday. I also asked two female nighthawks to go in and have a look this morning, but the seal power inside is too concentrated, and it is not suitable for any living person to stay here for too long. "

"It doesn't matter. It won't have much impact on me in the short term. Just wait for me outside."

Crestel shook his head indifferently, grabbed the box containing the "Sword of the Goddess" in his hand, pushed open the stone door and pulled back the lampshade on the wall, letting the faint blue candlelight shine in this small stone room. inside, lighting up the scene in the room.

Crested then nodded to Dunn and motioned for him to close the stone door tightly.

As soon as the door closed, the blue light in the stone house immediately dimmed again, as if it would automatically go out at any time.

Crestel leaned over and put the silver suitcase on the ground. When he was about to open the lid, Esther's weak voice came from under the quilt: "Are you here to execute me?"

Half of her head popped up, and her silver bangs covered her face, vaguely revealing the dark eyes underneath.

Crestel immediately stopped what he was doing: "Are you awake already?"

"Yes, I have been awake since you stepped into the corridor with that bone sword. The power of the bone sword is echoing the seal here. But my condition is very bad, and I dare not let the captain see it. "

Esther pulled down the quilt a little more, exposing her entire head, allowing Crestel to see clearly what was hidden under her quilt. It was dozens of tiny light spots, shaking uncontrollably around her. His ears were dancing and spinning, as if he was drunk.

"It looks like the situation is really close to getting out of control for you." Now that Esther is awake, instead of using the power of the "Goddess Sword" to forcefully break through and enter Esther's dream, it will be easier to communicate with her herself. Lester sat next to the box. Because Esther had laid a cashmere carpet, the floor of the stone house was not very cold. "Do you have any idea about these light spots?"

Esther didn't speak, but the vigilance and confusion on her face were obvious. Although she didn't dislike the senior deacon whom she had met a few months ago, she didn't trust him very much either.

Cresty cleared his throat awkwardly: "Well, Old Neil's condition is much better than the church expected. We will take him to Backlund, and the requiem masters there can provide him with a lot. assistance."

"Mr. Neil is still alive. There is no better result than this." Esther's expression relaxed again, and she curled up into a smaller ball under the quilt. "Your Excellency Sesima, extraordinary people will definitely Out of control?"

The scope of this question was too broad. Crestel thought carefully for a moment before he carefully selected his words and replied: "I can't lie to you. Every extraordinary person must face the danger of 'losing control'. This should be The price for extraordinary people to acquire special powers.”

Esther blinked, and she stretched out her hand, and a few flying light spots stopped on her fingers, like resting fireflies: "Extraordinary people, normally, it shouldn't be possible to reconcile with 'Out of Control,' right? "

"Yes." Crestel frowned, but did not refute Esther's words. By "reconciliation", does she mean that these light spots can communicate?

"Deacon Sesima, do you believe in light?"

Crestel was confused about this question and could only answer: "I am absolutely loyal to the goddess."

Esther covered her mouth and laughed twice, then she raised her head with a hint of melancholy: "Sorry, it's just a cold joke that's not funny. I think after you leave, I will continue to sleep these days. Needing sleep to stabilize my 'out of control' state."

Crested nodded: "Since you know, I won't hide it. I will strengthen the seal on the door, which should make you sleep more peacefully."

"That would be perfect," Esther closed her eyes and sighed faintly, "You don't know, I hate dreaming so much now..."

"Is there anything you need me to bring to the Tingen Nighthawks?"

"Please tell the captain, please stop trying to dream of me, it will be harmful to him. Help me tell Klein, the Nighthawk who is about to be promoted, to keep him alert at all times. Help me tell Leonard, don't No matter how reckless you are...and Roxanne, let her smile more and drink afternoon tea with her when I get better...Ms. Siga's next story will definitely be in the newspapers..."

As Esther spoke, her voice became lower and lower, like words murmuring in sleep, and finally returned to peaceful and peaceful breathing. The light spots hovering around Esther's head retracted under her quilt, as if they instinctively avoided Crestel's sight.

Crested stood up, picked up his suitcase, and pulled down the lampshade, allowing the stone house to return to darkness.

He opened the stone door and took one last look at Esther's profile covered by silver hair through the light coming from the corridor. Putting aside those light spots that seemed to have autonomous consciousness, there was nothing strange about her sleeping peacefully.

"I'll bring my words to you. Good night, Ms. Esther."

——

Because Klein was encouraged by Leonard to reveal the acting method to all members of the Tingen Nighthawks, Crestel's workload suddenly increased a lot. After checking Klein's condition and making him swear not to reveal the acting method, Crestel had to ask everyone to come into the alchemy room alone and guide them to swear an oath to the Goddess Sword.

After Cohen Li also walked out of the alchemy room solemnly and doubtfully, Klein returned to the underground and heard Crestel's announcement: "Nighthawk Klein Moretti, I solemnly inform you in the name of the goddess that you passed Passed the inspection of the temple.

Congratulations, with your merits, you can now be promoted and become a Sequence 8 Beyonder! "

Klein breathed a sigh of relief. Being able to pass the inspection so smoothly gave him a strange sense of trance. He originally thought there would be more things to investigate or special tasks, but he didn't expect it to be so simple.

"Thank you, Lord Sesima. Praise the goddess!"

After once again explaining the essence of "just acting" to Klein, Crestel picked up another small suitcase on the table and lined up the contents on the table.

Adult Honakis gray goat horn crystal, complete human face rose.

Klein compared the formula on the parchment with his memory. After confirming that there were no errors, he recalled the potion preparation process demonstrated by Old Neil, began to distill pure water, and put in the auxiliary materials one by one.

A few minutes later, the glass bottle in Klein's hand was filled with a strange golden, yellow and red liquid. It looked extremely sweet and attractive, like a layered cocktail.

After confirming with Crestel that the potion was prepared correctly, Klein performed a divination on the bottle of potion and then drank it decisively.

The potion looks so beautiful, but the taste in the mouth is terrible.

Under the discomfort of his body's violent reaction due to the extraordinary characteristics, Klein endured the murmurs of "Honakis" and "Fregera" and entered a meditative state.

When the physical and mental abnormalities returned to calm, Klein knew clearly that he had successfully advanced to Sequence Eight.

I really hope I can share this kind of joy with Esther. My fellow villager will definitely be happy for me.

——

Two days later, Esther was finally able to walk out from behind Chanis' door. This made everyone else in the Blackthorn Security Company breathe a sigh of relief, and Roxanne almost cried holding her in her arms.

She successfully put the light spots back into her head, but the changes in the few strands of gold highlights and large pieces of silver hair on her head couldn't be covered up, so Esther simply gave up. She didn't like wearing a headscarf even more, which would make her There is a feeling of fear of being imprisoned in a glass ball again.

But Esther's current strange style is no longer suitable for going out. It is too eye-catching. Her appearance does not look like a native of Loen. Going out with such hair, Esther is afraid that she will be punished. Or the Extraordinaries from the Heart of Machinery may capture him for investigation.

What made her happy was that the Nighthawks didn't have any special opinions. According to Sika's secret explanation to Esther: "If a person who loses control can save his life, it is the blessing of the goddess. The change of hair color is the real minor problem."

With red eyes, Roxanne slapped Esther's hand, neither lightly nor harshly: "Why don't you even eat when you wake up? It's so worrying! I've booked a set meal at Diamond Rose Restaurant for you tonight, no. If you need reimbursement, I’ll ask you!”

"Roxanne... I'm doing well! Don't worry so much. But I won't be polite if there is delicious food. We can share it!"

Roxanne poked Esther on the forehead: "Don't worry so much next time! Don't force yourself!"

"I know, I know, I will pay attention..." Esther's bright smile looked a bit silly.

Klein, who was making coffee next to him, smiled knowingly: "Although no one says it, the atmosphere in the company has been quite depressed these past few days while you have been sleeping."

Esther rubbed her eyes: "But I will probably go back to sleep down there often... I still need a lot of rest."

Roxanne immediately became nervous and turned her head to look left and right: "Let me tell you, you still look so haggard! Then why do you have to run out and go get some sleep quickly."

Esther just chuckled and did not respond directly to Roxanne's words.

Klein's heart tightened. He knew why this fellow was so anxious to come out. She didn't even want to wait for her hair to recover, but also wanted to meet everyone in the Nighthawks - she was afraid of being forgotten.

She was afraid that after she slept for a long time, no one would remember her anymore.

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