Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

The statue of the black crow is lifelike. The two candles placed in front of it are both black, with spiral patterns engraved on the candles. During the production, these candles were added with ingredients to make the candles more suitable for the ceremony. Corresponding materials for magic.

Stone didn't remember what the materials his father was talking about were. The ten-year-old boy just remembered the colors of different candles - and this kind of black candle, which would glow a little crystal clear in the sun, was used to pay tribute to the person. Angels pray.

Among all the angels, that angel has the most eccentric personality, but he seems to be more tolerant of younger children and likes to answer those particularly strange prayers.

But correspondingly, those prayers that are answered are often completed in ways that are inconsistent with common sense, making people dumbfounded.

At the end, a relatively plain white candle is placed in the center. Among the three candles, this is the candle that symbolizes "I", at least this is what Stone still remembers.

Stone lowered his head again and read the prayer secretly written on the back cover of the storybook. He had secretly memorized the pronunciation of these words.

"Then light the candles..."

The boy stared at the three candles for a while, trying to imitate his father and rub his fingers on them.

Nothing happened.

The boy had no choice but to dig out the flint, light three candles in sequence, pick up the jar of olive oil that his mother used for cooking, scoop out some of it, and add three drops to each candle.

The light of the candlelight amplified in the "sizzling" sound. Stone pursed his lips excitedly, put down everything in his hands, placed a bowl of boiled salted peas in front of him, then solemnly picked up the book and read Recite:

“Playing with the hands of time;

Traveling in the shadow of destiny;

The embodiment of fraud and mischief! "

A violent air current surged in the room, and the flame at the top of the candle suddenly expanded several times.

The boy paused and subconsciously held the book in his hand tighter. He continued to imitate his father's behavior during the ceremony, trying hard to keep a straight face and read:

"I pray to you! I pray that you will grant me shelter and protect my lies about skipping classes from being exposed..."

However, Stone's next words suddenly stopped, and he forgot what the following ceremony was, and even why he was doing this ceremony.

The boy stared blankly at the candle in front of him and sat there for several minutes. Then he shook his head vigorously, but he couldn't remember anything.

The salted peas on the table, along with the entire bowl, were gone.

The boy lowered his head and looked at his empty hands, feeling as if he had lost something.

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A crow circled in the sky, passing through a gray cloud. After rising to the top, the dazzling sunlight fell on its wing feathers, and its neat feathers showed colorful black due to the reflection.

Outside the crow's right eye, there is a clearly visible ring of white down feathers.

Enjoying the caress of the warm sunshine, it continued to glide forward on the air current. Until it approached its destination, the crow suddenly leaned over and plunged into the clouds with a sudden flip, like a black stone attracted by the ground. The ground fell downwards.

When the crow saw a skylark wandering leisurely below the clouds, it rushed over without hesitation. Its extremely sharp dynamic vision was enough for the crow to clearly see the light spots floating on the skylark's feather clusters.

Skylark realized that a black shadow was approaching, let out a scream, and immediately lowered its flying altitude, trying to distance itself from the attacker who suddenly fell.

However, this struggle did not work. The figure of the crow suddenly disappeared from the place, and then appeared directly above the trajectory of the skylark. It looked like the skylark took the initiative to send it to the door.

Just like an eagle catching its prey, the crow suddenly lowered its body and slammed its sharp black talons at the base of the skylark's wings. As the skylark screamed in fear, the crow forcefully dragged it down, its black eyes It's full of smiles.

The skylark struggled violently, twisting its wings in an attempt to break away from the crow's grasp. The crow lowered its head and pecked hard on the back of the skylark's head, tearing off the feathers with light spots and letting the light dissipate in the air.

The two birds just struggled and fell together.

Below is a stretch of majestic mountains, with a monastery standing on the top of the mountains. Its existence itself is a bit abrupt, but it is integrated with the surrounding lush mountains and forests.

In the end, Skylark lost the strength to resist and just kept screaming shrilly. The crow with white eye circles grasped the skylark in its hand, regardless of its wishes and the skylark's scream that almost cursed itself, and flew towards a garden in the corner of the monastery.

The crow also deliberately relaxed its voice and let its hoarse cry of "quack" sound in the air, proudly announcing that it had caught a good prey and this time it was its victory.

There are many olive trees planted in the garden, and a short figure is sitting under the grape trellis. The white stone carved bench is obviously not comfortable, but the young-looking child, like another sculpture, stays quietly on the long bench. chair.

Sunlight and the calls of two birds passed through the grape trellis together, causing Zoya, who was sitting peacefully, to raise her head and look in the direction where the crows were flying.

She did not see a crow, but saw a silhouette as dark as a deep valley. But if she looked closely, she saw that it was formed by a twelve-link worm. Only the right eye had the uniqueness that destroyed the integrity of fate.

"Amon." A soft buzzing sound came from Zoya's head.

The crow dropped the lark from its talons, leaving the battered bird with a bumpy head to huddle fearfully in Zoya's arms.

The "winner" landed on the empty seat next to the bench. In just a blink of an eye, the crow with smooth feathers turned into a twelve or thirteen-year-old child.

This uninvited visitor was wearing a black linen robe, and had a pair of monocles attached to his right eye that were difficult to fasten, so the boy would reach out his hand from time to time to hold his lenses.

Zoya gently held the frightened skylark with her hands, supported its chest with a beating heart, closed her hands, and covered the bullied bird in the shadow of her palms, letting it gradually calm down.

Amon sat on the bench and turned his head to look at Zoya. Decades had passed, but his body had not changed at all. Even after he was ten years old, Amon had suppressed the speed of change in his appearance, but time still persisted. The ground stretched his length.

If the two of them stood up, Amon could completely look down at his "friend".

Friend is a very strange word, but judging from the dictionary in Herabergen's collection, there is indeed such a relationship between the two, just like Ourolius is Medici's friend.

Oh, and we have to add Adam.

Amon looked around and saw no sign of his brother.

Now Adam is often in a state of "psychological invisibility". Unless he takes the initiative to come out and speak, no one except his father knows where Adam is.

Amon turned his wrist, and there was a bowl of peas boiled in salt water in his hand. He put the peas in his hand, threw them into his mouth one after another, bit the soft peas, imitated Zoya's posture, and raised his head slightly. He stared blankly at the gaps between the grapevines.

It was a warm summer afternoon, very reminiscent of the days of the Sun Tribe in Eden.

So Amon spoke: "Today I answered the prayer of a believer. This is what he sacrificed. You can taste it."

"Did you fulfill his wish?" Of course Zoya couldn't taste it, He didn't even have a mouth, so Zoya just picked up a pea and handed it to the skylark's mouth.

"Yeah, he wanted his lie not to be exposed, so I stole his memory of that incident so that he would never remember that he had lied."

"Is he your disciple?"

"Definitely not. The ceremony arranged by that boy was extremely crude. I should have been angry with him. But his father was. I once responded to his father's prayer to find the lost property." When Amon said these words, he seemed to be a little bit Little pride.

But Zoya didn't respond. She just picked up another bean and fed it to the skylark nestled in her palm.

Amon glanced at Skylark, who was protected by Zoya in his arms, chirping and complaining from time to time, and said thoughtfully: "So it is not your clone, it is just used by you to explore?"

"yes."

Amon rolled his eyes: "Oh, I seem to have done something not very good."

However, judging from his expression and tone, He did not feel any real guilt at all. He just developed his usual rhetoric to cope with this situation, "maintain the dignity that a son of God should have" - ​​the last sentence was still Hera Bergen What Amon said during the lecture made sense, so he remembered it.

Zoya had no reaction. This conversation had been repeated between them many times, but next time, Amon would still do similar things and say similar words.

Sure enough, Amon jumped to the next topic without any connection: "Have you heard of the 'God of Honor' Bradl?"

"I know, he is the descendant of the Giant King." The light spots under Zoya's mask gradually began to flow, and then calmed down again, "What did he do?"

Amon's face was a little surprised, but the expression he showed was always indescribable: "How can you know something so far away just by staying here?"

"Because the river of fate is..." Zoya paused for two seconds, "a special situation."

Judging from Amon's thoughtful expression, he was thinking about some method of testing, so Zoya took the initiative to ask: "What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know what he was thinking. When my father established control of the 'Giant King's Court' a few days ago, he suddenly appeared and dared to insult my father in public!" When talking about this matter, Amon's eyes were filled with laughter. A little more anger.

Zoya gently nodded the lark's head, making the little bird completely quiet.

Amon was silent for a while and sneered: "Ha, so he got the end he deserved. He will always protect the holy place where his father came to the world, and he can never stop wandering. Even death can't free him from punishment. Get out of here!"

Zoya's head turned, and the skylark in his hand suddenly spread its wings and jumped towards the clear blue sky.

"Yes, that's what He deserves." Humming replied, indifferently and calmly. (End of chapter)