Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

"Then let's do it, we'll build an anchor for you."

"Is this appropriate?"

Amon also hesitated for a few seconds before showing a sly smile: "Of course it's not appropriate, but whatever."

Zoya's head turned in His direction, and the light spots made a tiny buzzing sound as they floated, but He did not speak.

"Believe me, if someone really finds out, they can't do anything to us." Amon came over and grabbed Zoya's wrist.

"I..." Zoya did not resist the pull from her arm, and followed Amon to stand up from the bench, "But Dazhbog, if your father finds out, this matter may be very troublesome."

This sentence really made Amon stop his movements. His previous hesitation was because he was worried that his father might discover this matter.

But soon, Amon found an excuse in his mind for the feasibility of this matter: "If we had not done this, and the omniscient and omnipotent father knew that we had this plan, someone might have come to dissuade us. But. Now that no one has warned us, that means my father doesn't care about what we are doing..."

Zoya struggled to digest Amon's thoughts: "Because I didn't say it, you can find an excuse afterwards, right?"

"Yes, my father said that this is the characteristic of my path. I always try to think outside the rules." Amon said very confidently.

The light spot on Zoya's head rolled violently, and she hesitated whether to break free from Amon's hand.

"What's wrong?" Amon had already concluded that the drastic changes in the light spots represented some kind of fierce resistance in Zoya, which was the easiest situation to recognize.

Zoya did not shake Amon away in the end: "No, it's nothing..."

"Then let's go? If we leave the confines of this monastery, I can use my power to take you away." Amon said excitedly.

Zoya didn't understand why he was happy, but such excitement made him relax again.

Amon is not His enemy, even if there are similarities, it is definitely not...

"Okay, just follow your plan." Zoya said softly, letting Amon pull her towards the side door of the monastery.

When Amon dragged Zoya, his steps were not fast. He was even patiently waiting for Zoya, who was slow to move.

This is the first time in history that he can persuade Zoya to leave a certain monastery or the area of ​​Eden with him!

This made Amon very proud.

He suddenly pushed up his monocle and forced himself to calm down by analyzing his overly excited mood.

While holding Zoya tightly and turning the corner, Amon looked back and saw a cool shadow under the grape trellis, slightly distorting the nearby light.

However, when Amon squinted his eyes, he didn't see anyone there.

Zoya followed Amon and left the monastery where she settled.

The moment they stepped out of the monastery, a figure emerged from under the grape trellis.

The twelve or thirteen-year-old looks a few years more mature than Amon, and he is also much taller. His soft, light blond hair is neatly trimmed, unlike Amon's black curly hair, which has a natural messy feel. .

The quill in His hand slowly wandered across the parchment roll, leaving one neat and elegant handwriting after another:

"The accumulation of time together has made them all put down their guard against each other. The trust born from the instinct of aggregation is hidden in the disgust caused by the essential conflict, but it has already fallen behind them without realizing it, pushing Him They broke down the barriers and got closer to each other.

“From the Garden of Eden, the omniscient and omnipotent Creator, to the vineyard where the fruit of tolerance is sown, their backs began to leave here, leaving two parallel rows of footprints on the redeemed earth, but no one knew their secrets. .

"They can only see what each other has, but they don't know what they have changed. The birds flying in the sky only have a broader sky in their eyes, and they firmly believe in each other. They will eventually have a happy ending, This is reasonable."

The "fairy tale writer" methodically polishes his abilities, weaves a bond that is affected by external forces, and creates an invisible rope between the two. They have been anchors for each other for a long time, but this influence is quite subtle, and they are both causing each other to deviate from their original selves.

Is this really a good thing in the long run?

The branches of the olive trees rustled in the wind, whispering about the unknown future.

The quill in Adam's hand gradually stopped. He stared at what he had written, then went back and crossed out all the sentences after "and firmly believe in each other."

He rewrote another sentence:

"However, the keen instinct of the 'God of Deception' has made Amon aware of something. He will eventually leave his own backhand and occupy the advantages on both ends of the scale..."

The quill paused on the parchment, hanging in the air for a long time.

If it is a tragedy, can it still be considered a fairy tale?

Adam's quill touched the paper, but it never continued down the sentence. Even if he had a very "reasonable" idea in his mind, it was difficult for him to completely put it into words.

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After leaving the confines of the monastery, the two walked on a remote mountain path. Amon, who was responsible for leading the way, smiled and asked Zoya: "If it were you, what method would you choose to go to a far away place?"

"If you say Skylark, fly over."

"But now you are coming out of your original 'shell'."

"So I don't know either. I have never traveled far in this state."

It wasn't until they came to a remote open space that Amon stopped. The butterfly appeared out of nowhere and followed the two of them.

The clones left by Amon near the monastery showed that there was nothing unusual, and their departure did not alarm anyone.

Amon curled his lips: "I dare say that my brother must have been in the monastery just now."

"Actually, He is always there, right by the olive tree..."

"I really don't know what he wants to write." Amon muttered unhappily, and then showed off to Zoya, "But with his help, no one will notice when we sneak out."

"Dazhborg and Chernobog will know..."

"Sasril won't blame us, believe me," Amon said with a smile, not worried at all, "After all, I did this out of concern for you, right?"

Zoya was silent for several seconds and asked in confusion: "Isn't it because you find it interesting?"

The smile on Amon's face remained unchanged: "By the way, we don't need to walk over. Since the clones are already in their respective places, I can just take you there directly."

It’s not that he’s thinking out of the blue, he just simply doesn’t want to respond to Zoya’s previous questions. Sometimes Amon is also very strange. It’s clear that Zoya doesn’t have a very careful character, and is even as confusing as Ourolyus, but she can always be unconscious. grasp the key to the matter.

Amon was not happy to accept this ability as part of his good fortune.

Zoya didn't mind either and gently continued Amon's words: "Okay, please lead the way."

Amon grasped His hand tightly, and the next moment, the surrounding scene changed rapidly. The shade of the trees above his head disappeared and was replaced by the gentle and bright sunshine.

Zoya's body was constantly shaking slightly, and the light spots under the mask were rising and falling like waves. It was obvious that he was not used to this "travel method".

If it weren't for knowing that the distance was too far and it would be impossible for her to walk there, Zoya would be more willing to choose a smoother method of travel.

The child-like Shenzi noticed Zoya leaning forward and saw the light spots shaking continuously. Knowing that Zoya might fall directly to the ground at any time, he did not let go of his hand.

They were standing on the top of a three-story stone building. Judging from the layout of the training ground not far from this wide stone building, there was a high probability that this was a school that taught general courses.

"This is the Dream City. In addition to my father, they will also believe in Ourolius." Amon said, pointing to the small black church in the city, "In very small cities, generally speaking, as long as you look at the church The number and size of the monasteries can be used to predict the corresponding population and area of ​​the city."

"You know this place very well." Zoya said softly, but his voice was very dazed, and the light spots in his head were still fluctuating.

"Why do you store them all in your head?" Amon reached out and tapped Zoya's mask, "Won't they affect your perception?"

"They're a defense, and their effect... also includes preventing you from stealing my ideas."

Amon smiled, but his tone revealed more dissatisfaction: "It's so direct."

A crow hovering above the church suddenly changed its direction and flew towards where Amon and Zoya were.

This black crow landed on Amon's shoulder, making a hoarse cry. There was a circle of white fluff outside the crow's right eye, which made him look very strange.

Amon nodded to the crow, and the black bird took off again and left in the direction of the monastery.

"I have left clones in many cities to answer prayers or observe residents... My father said that it would be good for me to know more about my own believers."

Amon said this, but he himself didn't quite believe it. He just relied on his respect and admiration for his father and was willing to patiently practice what his father told him.

Zoya nodded, settled her thoughts, and let the long river of destiny gradually unfold in her perception. Countless water droplets of destiny gathered into the distant future, and he quietly observed it.

Amon was also observing Zoya's light spots. When the strands of silver water waves emerged, they were like caterpillars spinning silk cocoons, constantly vibrating tiny ripples.

Amon didn't hold back, but as his fingers opened and closed, the silver light he grasped quickly disappeared, unable to stay at all.

Zoya stopped looking at the river of fate, and then looked at Amon quietly.

"So...what do you think?"

"It's a very nice city," Zoya said softly, "very peaceful."

"If I follow what you say, under the glory of my father, every city is peaceful and there is no difference." Amon shook his head with a smile, led Zoya and jumped to the edge of the house.

"It will be sunset in a while, and some people will gather there to pray. Let's go for a walk in the square."

After cheating the natural laws of falling, their bodies floated gently in the air, like feathers that would never fall to the ground. (End of chapter)