Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

"Zoya, Zoya!"

The black crow circled for several times before swooping down as if aiming for prey. It kept making hoarse cries, which was so noisy that it was annoying.

Silver hair hangs down behind him, and the child-like body sits quietly on a dark bench with a backrest. A gray and white linen robe hangs loosely on the body, covering all parts of the body.

The dark bench is entangled with thorny shadows, intertwined with green olive branches and messy flower vines, tightly wrapped around the corners of the robe, and then extending for a distance around the bench. These intertwined thorns, olive branches and flower vines are not spread out haphazardly. They are harmoniously entwined and integrated with each other, forming a huge group of occult symbols that penetrate deeply into the ground at the edge.

Crow looked down from above and could see the silver light surrounding Zoya's body. From time to time, the light would spread into thin flying lines, escaping along the thorns, olive branches and flower vines.

Amon could not understand the complete effect of the magic circle on the ground. Some of the symbols in it were things he had never seen before. He could only roughly tell that it was some kind of sacrificial ceremony with the ability to "transmit".

Zoya stayed quietly in the middle of the magic circle, like the sacrifice placed on the altar, with no sound, no breathing and no movement. The inside of the frosted glass-like shell on her face was a constantly flowing and rotating light spot, inexorably There is a strange buzzing sound between the aggregation and separation of sequences.

Zoya had no response to the call from the air. It wasn't until the crow rushed in front of Him and crashed into His arms that Zoya raised her stiff arms to hold up the fluffy black bird.

"Amon?" The buzzing noise was almost louder than Zoya's words, which made his voice sound like some kind of gibbering.

If it were an ordinary person who heard this voice at this time, I am afraid that he would have suffered a mental shock and entered a trance state.

Of course Amon would not be affected much. The black crow turned over neatly and raised its tail: "I finally came in! Adam said he wanted to bring me here, but after the accident, he didn't help me at all -"

The crow's voice suddenly stopped, and he stared at Zoya's exposed hands.

On Zoya's fingers, wrists and forearms hidden by the robe, the skin has turned into a silver-white texture like snake scales, and layers of black symbols are wrapping around the outside. When the black eyes are watching, those black The symbols were still moving around in a twisted way, like a layer of shadow clinging to Zoya's body, constantly flowing.

Crow stared blankly at this scene, standing on Zoya's hand for a long time, then lowered his head and gently pecked Zoya's fingertips: "Will it hurt?"

"No, I don't feel pain in this body."

"Who hurt you?"

"No," Zoya paused, her voice gradually stabilized, and the previous ethereal hum was gradually suppressed, "No one can hurt me."

Listening to these words, Crow knew clearly that what Zoya said was true, but he felt that he couldn't believe a word of it - maybe this was the intuition of "deceiving the teacher", or maybe it was because of Zoya's situation at this time, no matter what happened Who is to judge, this is by no means a normal state.

Amon did not dare to fall towards the chair covered with branches: "Is what Adam said true? Is your condition really so bad that you need external help to maintain consciousness?"

"I don't know..." Zoya seemed to want to say something else, but in the sharp buzzing sound, His voice became lower and lower.

"I also want to steal your thoughts, so that I can know why, but there is only a buzzing sound." Crow's eyes showed a little grievance, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with his approach at all. This was not a reasonable request. .

"Um."

"I just want to help."

"No way."

The crow suddenly flew up. It hovered over Zoya's head again and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Stingy! Idiot! Fool! Brainless! Bastard! Shit! Liar!"

The light spot under Zoya's mask froze for a moment, and he could feel a silhouette of Amon flying above his head. However, when the words came out of Zoya's head again, the buzzing sound obviously softened. Got:

"Where did you learn these words? This doesn't fit your image."

The crow flew down again, this time landing on Zoya's shoulder, stepping on his silver hair: "Part of it is from Medici, and part of it is believers or humans in the town."

"You stole the believers' ideas again."

Crow tilted his head, his dark eyes filled with sincerity that was hard to distinguish between true and false: "Since they are all my followers, isn't it natural for me to know what they are thinking?"

After a few seconds of silence, the crow flapped its wings twice, as if trying to dispel some invisible sense of depression: "Are you angry?"

"I won't be angry, not over this kind of thing." Zoya raised a hand covered with double marks and placed it on the outside of her translucent mask, "Thank you."

"I don't understand what you want to say. This is not my intention - not at all? Are there no anger, disgust, hatred, annoyance, etc. at all?" Amon asked naggingly, deliberately provoking Zoya reacted more.

Zoya moved her stiff arms, picked up the crow on her shoulder, and imitated Dazhbog's previous actions, brushing the top of the black bird's head with her knuckles and gently following it.

Amon gradually calmed down, and he could clearly feel that Zoya's fingers were obviously stiff when he moved them. It seemed that his body was becoming more and more difficult to move. It was clear that the last time they met, Zoya's condition was generally normal. …

"Amon, what do you think it feels like to be angry?"

Crow closed his eyes and did not try to avoid Zoya's touch: "Even if you ask me, I can only say that it is a very complicated feeling and very unpleasant...so I will find ways to make the other party even more angry. That way I I’ll feel very happy.”

"It's strange." The hum in Zoya's voice became stronger again, as if he was feeling confused.

Amon waved his crow wings in the air twice: "Would you like me to steal the feeling of anger and give it to you? Maybe you can feel it too."

"it's useless."

Crow raised his head: "How will you know if you don't try?"

Zoya's fingers caressing the black feathers paused: "As you can see, I can't bear any more influence from the outside world now."

Amon wanted to ask Zoya if he had to stay here forever, but when he looked around and saw those symbols with tiny pieces of silver light torn apart, he felt that the answer to this question was already there.

After such a short conversation, the "decryption scholar" has obtained enough information. When talking about those meaningless nonsense, Amon never gave up analyzing all the forces nearby.

And now, He had confirmation of an answer.

"The function of this magic circle is not to help you stabilize your state." Amon said coldly, and the black crow used its wings to block Zoya's repetitive mechanical movements of her fingers.

After a moment of silence, Zoya whispered: "Yes."

"Why would Sasril do such a thing...Does he want to use you? Or is he trying to hide something from my father?"

The black crow jumped onto Zoya's hand and got close to the light spots that were hovering rapidly inside the hood.

"I can't say."

Amon's tone became more and more indifferent: "Isn't it okay no matter what? If you don't want to tell me, isn't it okay to tell Adam?"

The light spots under Zoya's mask settled deeper, and even the buzzing sound gradually became fainter.

"It's impossible for Him to say it. This has nothing to do with Zoya's willingness to tell us. It's the power of 'notarization'."

Adam's voice came from a distance. He was standing outside the ritual circle, with a huge and lush olive tree next to him. There are five such trees, evenly scattered outside, like five pillars demarcating this area.

The crow spread its wings again and flew lightly, passing through the olive branch that almost entangled him. The shadow of the crow, which was bound by the thorns, returned to the bottom of Amon's body after opening and closing its claws at will.

After easily passing through the giant nets intertwined with extraordinary power, the moment the crow landed, it transformed back into the figure of a boy about the same age as Adam, only slightly shorter.

"You know again?" Amon's usual smile disappeared from his face, and his thin cheeks looked even more indifferent, "You always know more, right?"

Adam knew where Amon's dissatisfaction came from: "You have to understand that this is not because I am the elder brother, nor is it the preference of my father or Saslier."

"It's just because our paths are different, and you understand things and think differently," Amon pinched his monocle, "You told me."

"But you don't believe it."

Amon looked at Zoya who was sitting on the bench, surrounded by shadows and olive branches, and raised the corners of his mouth: "Yes, I don't believe it."

Then He turned to Adam: "I forgot to ask, what is the olive bracelet on your wrist?"

Adam just looked back at Amon quietly, his eyes clear and calm: "A promise of destiny."

"So, you also know what all this is for." This time Amon used an affirmative sentence, and the smile on his face became deeper.

Adam nodded: "This is to stabilize Zoya's condition. I also assume part of his anchor. However, correspondingly, one day in the future, such advance conditions will inevitably require the return of the price."

"His current situation does not look like a fair deal." Amon said softly. He knew that Zoya might be able to hear the conversation, but he didn't care about it.

Zoya couldn't do anything anyway.

"But Zoya is safe here. People who believe in the dark night have already begun to look for her." Adam said.

This reason was not enough to calm Amon's doubts. He looked at Zoya who was motionless: "Didn't he resist?"

"He'll be fine, let's go."

Amon withdrew his gaze and did not look at Adam again.

The robe rolled up, and the black crow flew towards the sky away from the olive trees, re-entered the weak gap in the seal, and soon disappeared.