Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

The long bronze table above the gray mist was quiet, as usual.

When Tarot sessions are not being held, there are only gray mists wandering around here. Without instructions, they will not form anything substantial. They just faithfully cover up the accumulated debris in the depths, except for extraordinary items. , there are also many gold pounds, gold coins and real estate information in the name of Mr. Dantès.

After being promoted to "Historical Scholar", Klein could already feel the close connection between this palace and himself. He sat in the seat of "The Fool" and glanced above his head habitually.

The ball of light was still hanging quietly in place without any movement. Of course, it couldn't chirp like Norns. But for some reason, Klein always felt that this "quietness" was also a disguised illusion. He suspected that there was a spiritual reminder in it, as well as some kind of trace left behind by Norns after getting along with its original owner. deep impression.

Well, the original owner…

Looking across the corner of the table, "The Fool" shook his head at the absent Tarot Club member and threw away some old things that suddenly came to mind.

Following the usual divination process, Klein materialized a piece of paper on which he wrote the questions he wanted to answer:

"It is currently dangerous to talk to Mr. Door."

However, before Klein released the crystal pendulum on his left wrist, a buzzing sound sounded from above his head.

A beam of warm laurel light fell on the long bronze table.

It was almost a subconscious reaction. The moment Klein became alert, layers of gray mist rolled and fluttered, pounced on the ball of light, and completely surrounded it.

The feeling of terror subsided at a faster speed, but Klein was a little surprised - as a Sequence Three "seer", he was in the "place" he was most familiar with, located in the Source Castle that could isolate most prying eyes. - He didn't think there was anything wrong with his spiritual intuition.

So what was going on in that moment of tension? Can this thing be reversed? Now its consciousness...

Could it be that something happened to her?

While Klein was muttering in his mind, there was no more movement in the light ball wrapped in the gray mist. The reinforced gray mist seal probably had an effect. At least it did not make any more sound, but the light became dimmed and no longer looked like before. So bright.

After divination and verifying that the light ball was harmless, Klein did not hang it back up, but left it at hand.

He looked at the piece of paper lying on the table before, not sure if it was trying to remind him of something.

"If I could have a translator who knew what your voice means... hmm?"

When this sentence was blurted out subconsciously, Klein realized that the humming that he did not understand seemed to be the same as his inability to understand Norns.

He subconsciously covered the back of his right hand. On Klein Moretti's hand, there were four hidden black spots. They formed an approximately square pattern, but it was much simpler than the real mark.

He knew that the pattern symbolized this palace, just like there was a unique pattern behind each bench assigned to its owner.

It was done to the body... no, it should have been done to the spirit body, so there were restrictions. When Knowns communicated with Will, it was clear that there was no obstacle between the two parties.

The pendulum drooped, and Klein silently recited the sentence he wanted to ask in his mind, but after he repeated it for the seventh time, a smell of blood that was so thick that it almost blocked his throat directly covered his inspiration.

However, before Klein could react, a shadow engulfed Crimson, and the sense of voyeurism that chilled his back also dissipated.

Klein opened his eyes. The end of the pendant was empty. The citrine had been shattered into powder and scattered on the edge of the long table.

But unexpectedly, Klein didn't feel too obvious pain. He just spent a lot of spiritual energy, but he didn't understand what he saw at that moment. He just saw the scene for a short moment, and something came to him. Panic was left in Klein's consciousness.

He could only speculate that the environment here had once again protected him from harm. Looking at it now, the previous reaction of the light ball was really a reminder that divination is dangerous.

"Mr. Door" is in a bad state of contamination? Or is it because I want to communicate with him that this is so dangerous? Triss has obviously had many interactions with him...

Klein stared at the ball of light, pondered for a while and sighed: "Oh, what can I do to you..."

It is more dangerous to bring the light ball into reality. This is the most certain point of Klein's spiritual intuition. The incident of Nones has taught him a lesson.

Give it to the goddess of the night? That's even more impossible...

Klein didn't trust the other party that much on the surface. At least after seeing Norns' reminder, he had a little suspicion.

There was silence all around, which was a matter of course. Klein didn't expect to get an answer. As he was sorting out his next plan, he couldn't help but hold the spherical sealed object in his hand and spin it around.

So when the light ball made a slight noise, Klein reflexively threw it onto the long bronze table, causing it to make a slightly dull collision sound.

Klein moved his fingers, trying to force the gray fog to wrap a few more layers of "coats" on the ball of light, and then pick it up again, but the sound coming from inside made his thoughts suddenly go blank.

There was a buzz in that vague voice, but at least it could be heard that it was speaking, and it was still speaking Chinese: "Zhou Mingrui? Zhou Mingrui, it's you!"

If it weren't for that trace of divinity that suppressed his emotions, Klein might have felt a sore nose. It seemed that he hadn't heard anyone call this name for so long that he almost forgot it.

He held his forehead with his right hand and looked at the sealed unknown object with a complex expression. While making a sound and shouting the familiar and unfamiliar name, he slowly rolled across the table. If it continues like this, it will be in the "world" It was smashed to pieces next to the position——

No, it won't.

This is not a fragile glass ball, but an alienated light with its own consciousness and vitality.

In the end, Klein knocked on the long bronze table, and the ball of light rolled towards him again along the track it had left earlier.

The voice inside that belonged to Esther or Li Xing was getting closer and closer. When he heard her calling the full name of "Zhou Mingrui" all the time, Klein felt a little uneasy.

How to reply to her? She was like, no, or Him? Now that you know I am a "fool," does this news count as a prayer? It's almost like...

That's right, it's like receiving a phone call that I don't know how to respond to.

Why doesn’t this light ball have the function of “hanging up the phone”? Who designed it?

The split thoughts couldn't let Klein escape the current situation, but he really didn't know how to speak.

And the voice in the light ball suddenly became louder again: "Zhou Mingrui! Don't hide in there and keep silent! I know you are at home!"

Klein couldn't bear it anymore and yelled back at the light ball with all his strength: "Stop, stop! I'm here, I'm here, you don't have to shout anymore!"

For a while, the long table fell into silence again.

Wow... caught up.

Short.