Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Backlund North District, a certain hospital.

"The campus is still undergoing repairs, and there are a lot of dead people - I mean, a lot of victims' aftermaths. We won't be able to resume regular instruction until at least January next year. Seriously, I don't know how they're going to handle it. The smashed front of the steam train can be regarded as the landmark of the entire technical university..."

The dark-skinned young lady was pinching the blue-purple feathers on her earrings because of anxiety. She walked quickly around the hurried nurse opposite and whispered to the people next to her about the situation during this period.

The man walking next to Candela Gonzalez, wearing glasses and looking pretty, was of course the young man from Feneport, Rich Anderson, a law student at Backlund University.

Richie pulled down Candela's arm to stop her from continuing to torture her earlobes: "We will only resume teaching in December, which is earlier than you, but several of my friends have gone to join the army."

Candela's expression was still very indifferent: "Don't expect to see them again."

"Oh my God, of course I don't dare to think about it. If I see them in a military court, I might laugh out loud..."

Kandra was startled for a moment, this was different from what she wanted to say, but when she turned her head, she met Richie's eyes, and he winked at her.

Rich actually fully understood what she meant - those friends may not come back, but he chose to face it with a more relaxed attitude, which relieved the heaviness behind the topic.

This forced Candela to force out a smile: "As long as you don't stand in any military court, that would be great."

Richie disagreed with her words: "That's not certain, or maybe one day I will be able to sit as the presiding judge? At least as a juror, I am definitely qualified."

"Good self-confidence," Candela said casually, "If Mrs. Romano hears it, she will definitely praise you for your progress..."

He accidentally mentioned the lady who looked fierce on the surface but actually took great care of the residents of the apartment. The chat between the two stopped for a few seconds and then bypassed several anxious men who were chatting together.

Richie sighed: "I hope she's okay. If Mrs. Romano hadn't been willing to vouch for me, maybe I would have been the one taken away by the 'Machine Heart'..."

"The war will end, one day." A fierce gloom flashed in Candela's eyes, but she hid it so well that the careless guy next to her didn't notice it.

What happens after the war is over? Candela had seen it as a young child.

"Hey, at least we can save a lot of money by renting a house together. I even got a bonus in the debate competition this semester, which is enough to pay our rent next year."

The two have already established a relationship. Although they are now "in love," with Candela's character, Richie really has no way to ask for more, let alone reveal an intimate relationship outside. Living together is already her biggest concession.

Seeing Candela turn her head and roll her eyes at him, Richie laughed naively and talked about something else: "Okay, okay, I remember you said that you are here to visit that friend named 'Melissa' today?"

"You forgot, I wasn't visiting Melissa, I was visiting Carter. He injured his shoulder in the explosion and originally had it amputated on the doctor's recommendation, but..."

"but?"

Candela lowered her voice subconsciously: "His arms grew back overnight. It was only because the situation was too weird and his family was worried about his mental condition that they forced him to continue to recuperate in the hospital."

"Oh, I've heard of this too! The devil of life in the hospital, no one knows what it wants. The healer will one day have to pay an unimaginable price, paying for his health with his soul..."

"Stop, stop, it's all this mess."

Candela stopped Richie. He knew without thinking that this must be another piece of gossip he had read in some magazine or something.

She knew that there were some strange powers in the world, and after the incident in the apartment, Richie also had a vague understanding of this, but they had never talked about it, and they tacitly avoided the regret that was missing in their memory.

The tiny flying insect flew behind Candela and hung on the outside of her men's-style long windbreaker. It folded its wings and lay quietly on it, without being frightened away by the bumps in the corners of Candela's clothes when she walked.

To ordinary people, such a small lurker is quite inconspicuous.

The gray-haired middle-aged man standing by the window in the hospital corridor turned back. Although his black eyes were silent, there was a bit of melancholy in their depths. He stared at the backs of the young couple, slowly turned the unlit pipe in his hand, and looked out the window again at the sky with shallow gray clouds.

Today's weather is very good for Backlund.

With this thought in mind, he put the pipe into his arms, and when he took his hand out, there was already a coin between his fingertips.

The round gold coin flipped due to being bounced, and the moving shadow formed a sphere that constantly rotated and overturned itself. However, he did not perform divination, but sought a result from his own mind.

I don’t know where I heard it from. If you want to decide whether to do something by tossing a coin, the answer will already appear in your mind the moment you toss the coin.

Klein had an inexplicable intuition. This was probably a joke Esther had told him. Among her completely useless little knowledge, this was just one of the sentences she shared.

Where did they talk about this sentence? Tingen or Backlund? Is it when you are on the sea surrounded by blue?

Most of those memories were clear, but they filled him with a sense of distrust. When he realized that he was looking back and subconsciously trying to identify lies from those small talk, the gray-haired middle-aged man couldn't help but frown.

The gloominess on his face was no different from the rest of the people in the hospital. Everyone was worried about the news of the war, or worried about their relatives and friends. His expression was not conspicuous here.

Stop thinking about it, Zhou Mingrui, that has nothing to do with you. Among the many lies she used to tease and perfunctory you, that is just a very, very insignificant one.

Far less than the biggest lie of all—the one she never told.

Klein squeezed the coin in his hand and focused his attention on the small flying insect that was transformed into a marionette.

He saw Melissa Moretti, who was smiling at the door and opening the ward door for her friend, and Benson Moretti, who was waiting outside the ward and chatting friendly with the red-haired young man. A certain college student was holding a book beside the hospital bed. He had been cured by himself using the "cane of life" and had grown an arm again.

They are talking, covering up their worries with smiles, living well, and encouraging each other.

Is this what you're trying to tell me I'm missing right now, Esther?

Thinking of the "ordinary" Zoya kept saying above the gray fog, Klein's fingers moved slightly.

The flying insect's limbs became completely stiff. It fell from the chandelier and rolled into the corner of the cold floor.