Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Backlund, East District.

The interior of the room became dark, but water ripples appeared on the surface of the half-length mirror. Under the summons of the symbolic symbols, a response appeared within a few seconds, and the silver lines quickly outlined the neat and fancy Rune words:

"My noble and supreme master! Your devout humble servant is honored to be called by you again. Is there anything I can do for you?"

That's the price of the first question.

Behind this text, there were two rotating stars and a smiling face composed of arcs. Klein had to keep a straight face to keep from laughing and maintain his apparent dignity.

Arrodes' various little expressions are now developing into the trend of dynamic expression packs. To be honest, they are too lively. Klein couldn't help but think of Deacon Ikonse, who had been keeping this sealed artifact all year round. If he saw Arrods' current attitude, that deacon would probably pass away on the spot and fall into coma.

Klein was not polite either. Because of Arrods's attentive flattery, he had to adopt a more serious attitude and asked coldly:

“Have there ever been huge problems in the mists of history?”

Violent water patterns appeared on the mirror surface, and after a few seconds of fluctuation, a large paragraph of text was outlined:

"The fog of history is a barrier that most creatures cannot easily cross. Even the areas that Fulgrim's dogs can explore are only part of the historical holes that they rely on to survive. Even if they are called the 'Guardians of Source Castle', Nor can they glimpse the full extent of the fog of history, which is beyond the reach of any spiritual creature.

"The fog of history is located above the spiritual world, and it also belongs to the unique master of the spiritual world. Other than that, no existence can fully explore its situation. Even if someone can briefly enter the fog of history, they cannot observe whether there are any changes in it. , at least in the clearly recorded time, it has never had any problems and has not left any irreversible impact in the spiritual world."

I don’t know why, but the two paragraphs of handwriting shown by Arrods are slightly sloppy.

Immediately afterwards, another line of silver fonts was outlined from the mirror: "I'm sorry, respected master, this is all the answer Arrodes can find..."

Klein nodded. He recalled what he had seen before and his brows gradually furrowed: "Well... the second question is, in the pores of history, is it possible that someone left false history?"

The silver fonts on the mirror blended and twisted, and a new answer quickly appeared, which was particularly brief compared to the previous answer:

"The fog of history only shows the truth. Everything that can be seen in the pores of history has no possibility of being false."

Klein stared at these words in silence for a long time. He believed that Arrodes would not lie. If this special mirror wanted to deceive him, it would have already caused accidents in Klein's various adventure plans.

But this sentence still made him feel hard to swallow. Although he only had a cursory glance at the overlapping history, Klein still remembered many scenes in those shadows, because he saw many familiar faces.

Because those images lingered in his mind, and the mysterious palace suddenly showed traces in the real world, Klein returned to Backlund after cautiously visiting several places and began to conduct divination on the people he knew. —especially those who lost their lives in the “second history.”

His pendulum spun rapidly clockwise, showing that the men were alive and mostly well.

That's why Klein had the previous question. He suspected that the "second history" was some kind of malicious misdirection. Maybe it was because Zoya's power left behind had affected part of the fog of history.

But according to Arrods, Zoya shouldn't have the ability to surpass the "Lord of the Spirit World". Did the previous owner of the palace do something?

Klein did not ask Arrods directly like this. On the one hand, he did not want to show his cowardice, and he could not make Arrods think that there was something wrong with the "great master". On the other hand, Klein also understands that there are some things that even Arrods cannot explain. Asking about the fog of history, Klein just wants to explore how much Arrods knows about it from the side.

But from this point of view, Arrods probably doesn’t have much to answer for topics such as “the origin of the fog of history” and “the end of history.” So even if you ask this question, you won’t have an answer. Where should you start... …

The writing on the mirror waited for a moment, then turned twice in the waves and reappeared: "Dear Master, now it is my turn to ask questions, so my question is, do you have any other questions?"

Klein smiled inwardly and shook his head, but he also followed Arrods' request and answered:

"Yes, I have one more question, but you can also choose not to answer... Why are you wary of Zoya? I hope to get a more detailed answer."

The water on the surface of the half-length mirror fluctuated for a while, and then the words were outlined again with lines: "I don't know many detailed doubts. The key is that the source of Zoya should be another source of matter, not His responsibility The 'Origin Castle' of guardianship duty.

"I can't see the traces left by Zoya, because he doesn't have any 'past', and he shouldn't exist in the spiritual world or the real world. This is the only thing I can see."

Klein's brows were still furrowed, which was very strange after all. Zoya's skylark image was clearly left on the mural by the "Angel of Destiny", and the popular story was also left in the place abandoned by the gods. When Arrodes said there is no "past", he should be referring to the occult. significance.

Klein suddenly felt that he might have asked the wrong person to ask. Since Zoya was closely related to "destiny", the person he should ask was a child still lying in the stroller.

Well, I wonder if Will Asceptin would mind the historical projection of ice cream?

Forget it, let’s bring Him something real.

There are also new honorable names pointing to my...

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Backlund, North District.

The midday sun is indispensable to the streets here, and the haze stays overhead for enough days. Like an old gentleman wearing a top hat, he will not take off his hat easily on the street - especially when When the hairline is too high.

But the weather was pretty good today. There were only two or three customers sitting in the cafe, and there was also a young man with black hair who pulled out a chair alone and sat at the outdoor iron table.

On the enthusiastic recommendation of the waiter, he ordered a cup of pure coffee without adding anything.

The young man was holding a pen in his hand and a palm-sized notebook. His expression when he was concentrating on thinking looked very much like a writer who was troubled about where to start.

Soon, the enthusiastic waiter brought the coffee and put it on the table, but before she could say anything, the thoughts in her mind had slipped away quietly, so she just smiled at this kind man and said I went back to the kitchen door to chat with my friends.

It seemed that he finally had some inspiration. The young man nodded to himself and began to write down in his notebook the sentences with clear directions in his mind:

"Beloved ones of the spirit world and Origin Castle..."

The sound of skylarks chirping came from the street lamps, which was very cheerful.

When the young man raised his eyes, the skylark's singing stopped abruptly. It shook its head, then with the light white ring in its right eye, it spread its wings and flew into the sky, leaving the street.

The pen tapped twice next to the word "Beloved", but did not leave any ink marks until the writer started another line and continued to leave another sentence in fluent ancient Fusac cursive script:

"Mysteries from distant times..."

Picking up the cup, the heat of the hot coffee left a layer of mist on the monocle of the young man's right eye. He put down the pen and pinched the monocle with his right hand, and the mist dissipated directly, revealing the black smile behind him. Eye.

Although this cup of Fermo coffee is mellow, a little too much water was added. The temperature of the water used for brewing was too hot, so the sourness was more obvious.

The strong bitterness lingered on the taste buds, making the young man curl up his mouth. He did not move, but the pen jumped up automatically and left a new line of words on the notebook:

"Witness of fate and history..."

The information he knew was still too little to decipher the complete name, but now this part was barely enough. Once this "candidate" pulls a high-level projection from the fog of history, he will quickly be able to target him.

I'm really curious, how will she react then? (End of chapter)