Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Esther opened her eyes from "praying". Some kind of vague intuition made her know that it was definitely not Klein who "hung up the phone".

The tinnitus that made her dizzy came, and Esther was surprised by this dizziness. She hadn't felt such a clear discomfort for a long time, especially after the cognitive fusion with "Zoya".

In this regard, Esther could only suspect that it was the power that cut off the connection, and it also affected her. The connection between the two was hidden, and a certain connecting door was suddenly closed, and even the surrounding gray fog began to become turbulent.

Esther understood that she had to leave here as soon as possible, otherwise the oppression of the gray fog on her would become stronger and stronger until she was crushed. This was not impossible.

The gray fog emitted fragmentary humming, and Esther heard a lot of vague mumbling from it, but she couldn't find the source of those sounds. She could only follow the direction of her intuition as soon as possible and rush to the exit of the path where she stepped into the gray fog.

As soon as Esther stepped out of the gray fog, the surging fog behind her slowly subsided, no longer trying to tear her apart, and returned to the hard barrier that had lasted for who knows how long, deeply covering the world on the other side.

A crow with a white eye circle on its right eye suddenly appeared beside Esther, staring at her for a moment, and then coughed twice.

"You weren't left in the gray fog?" Esther reached out and poked the feathers on the crow's chest, "I didn't sense your existence at all before."

The crow shook its head and fanned Esther's fingers with its wings: "I lost consciousness after you went in, and I just woke up."

Esther stopped teasing the Amon clone who was left behind. She looked at the dark continent. A flash of lightning flashed across the sky in the distance, illuminating a rugged mountain.

"Then He should know now?"

"Well, what else am I doing here? You are a huge threat."

Esther always felt that the other party's tone was a bit strange, but she didn't know what was going on in Crow's little head: "I thought that after experiencing some "accidents", you have adjusted your countermeasures when communicating with me...but you seem to be still worried about something."

"Are you asking me or the original body?"

"Of course I'll ask both."

"I'm afraid of you."

Crow's frank words made Esther's mouth curl up, and she couldn't help laughing out loud. The haze that had accumulated in her heart before seemed to have dissipated a lot. It felt really wonderful to hear Amon, even if it was just an avatar, say such words.

But Esther also knew that there must be other reasons behind this: "Don't be afraid, roasted crow is not delicious." The crow shook its tail twice and stepped on Esther's shoulder twice: "But the extraordinary characteristics are delicious for you, which is what I am most afraid of. You want to eat the Time Worm, not the crow." Esther was silent for two seconds, and the smile on her face gradually faded: "Did you find something?" "I don't know, but you are very dangerous, very dangerous - but I am the only one who knows nothing! When you came out of the gray fog, I heard other Amons arguing about something, but no one shared the specific news with me, a group of selfish guys..." Esther couldn't help shaking her head: "So, you are actually angry because your gossip heart is not satisfied?" The crow's wings were all puffed up because of anger: "And the main body should be here, and He planned to stare at you directly, why did he suddenly throw this task to me?" Well, this guy was really annoyed because he couldn't participate in the collective gossip of Amons, which was something Esther didn't expect. But Amon himself didn't come, because something else was holding him back?

The crow was only slightly annoyed. After noticing that Esther was lost in deep thought, he immediately interrupted her thoughts with other words: "So, what did you do in there?"

"Ah, no, just think of it as a revelation from 'fate'..."

Or maybe it was simply tripped by 'fate'. Esther sighed in her heart. She originally thought that she could open a special channel to seek a way to communicate with the other side and use them to influence Sefirah Castle-

Esther was stunned for a moment. The unique ability of the "decryption scholar" to grasp the key points allowed her to find the key point from her endless fantasies.

"They hope to open a door through 'me', but this is also a failed attempt. Haha, 'He' can't even completely influence me. It's all 'fate'..."

The crow glanced at Esther's profile, and did not interrupt her mumbling, but put these words into the information returned to the main body. Since he was left with Esther, as the clone who monitors Esther, He only needs to be responsible for watching here, and the main body needs to consider a lot of things.

Esther stopped talking, and she looked at the crow on her shoulder: "Do you have a way to leave here?"

"Are you in such a hurry? If you want, you can walk around. I can introduce you to a city nearby. Aren't you curious about the survivors there..."

Esther interrupted the crow's words that were getting farther and farther away: "No, I want to leave the God-forsaken Land. I have something to talk to your brother about, some information that Adam will definitely be interested in."

But the crow seemed to have a plan to deal with this sentence: "He is still busy preparing for promotion and will not see you at this time."

"How do you know it won't happen? What I'm going to say this time is very important. Tell Adam that it's about-"

"It's about the Outer Gods, isn't it?"

Esther looked into the shadows, but for some reason, when she saw the classical robe, she felt a strong chill in her heart.

Something seemed to be different about Amon, but Esther couldn't see any changes on the surface. His monocle and the black smile behind him were both very familiar images to her, but Esther felt inexplicable fear and disgust.

There was even an indistinguishable sense of resentment.

Esther frowned: "Are you really Amon?"

"Of course I am Amon."

The black-haired young man waved his hand, and the crow called happily, turning from Esther's shoulder into a fluorescent light and flying into his sleeve.

"Do you have any questions?"

Amon's smile remained unchanged, but Esther saw a teasing look in his eyes, as if he knew what she was thinking and the source of her fear, confusion and resentment.

But how could he know? He can’t steal my thoughts…

“I can only hear their voices. Your thoughts can be hidden because you cover yourself with their voices, Zoya.”

Amon tapped the edge of his monocle, and a soft light flashed between his fingers.

The idea of ​​running away and moving forward appeared in Esther’s mind at the same time. In the end, she chose the latter and walked towards Amon.

Amon showed Esther what he had in his hand, but before Esther subconsciously launched the “steal”, he had already taken the thing back into his uniqueness.

It was a dice with a hundred-sided starburst engraved on it, close to the shape of a round wheel.