Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Downstream of the Tussock River, Klein's spiritual intuition reacted the moment he stepped into the mausoleum and passed through the illusory gate.

The dark church with circling crows stood in front of him, with its gate open, welcoming his arrival.

As soon as he lost contact with the secret doll, Klein stretched out his right hand and dragged out a projection of the "Mercury Snake" from the void - Will Auceptin promised to help, and he fulfilled his promise. The red eyes looked down and bit his tail.

Under the cover of "restart", Klein quickly retreated to the outside of the mausoleum and activated "teleportation" to another secret mausoleum of George III.

He did not expect the assassination of "Judgment" and "Magician" to have any effect, and it could even be said that he let them take huge risks to divert attention from the surface.

After all, it was an assassination of the king in public. Klein had read the memories of many people from the cocoon of light sleeping in the dreamland. With this foundation, he made many attempts and successfully pulled the projection of the long-range sniper rifle out of the historical pores, made it into a special spell, and handed it to "Judgment" as another insurance measure.

An event like "the king was assassinated" would inevitably bring chaos. If the important promotion ceremony was destroyed, George III would no longer be indifferent - he would more or less postpone the idea of ​​drinking the potion, and the king's temporary abandonment of the promotion was the opportunity Klein wanted.

It was also very simple to say that Klein wanted to help Roselle.

If the "Black Emperor" was not born, Huang Tao would still have a glimmer of hope. Klein was really grateful to the "senior traverser" who left a diary. Since there was such an opportunity to repay, Klein didn't mind taking the risk to do something.

At least Bernadette could still take this opportunity to be promoted, which was also a substantial benefit. Klein just wanted to do his part.

Even though he knew in his heart that this was a very, very difficult thing, if he didn't do it, he might not even have a chance to say a word to Huang Tao.

Earlier, Zaratul had also pulled the historical projection of Roselle's "Knowledge Emperor" period...

Klein shook his head silently and drove away the distracting thoughts in his mind. What happened next was all very smooth. As planned, under the cover of secrecy, he successfully destroyed the mausoleum-

At this moment, a sharp bird cry crossed time and space and suddenly rang in Klein's ears.

The fictional dream was shattered. The previous memory of sneaking into the mausoleum safely without any obstruction was still stagnant in Klein's mind and separated from reality.

Klein, who stopped outside the cliff, saw a white-haired old man standing on the platform outside the wide and deep entrance of the mausoleum. He was wearing a very classical and simple gray robe. He looked more like a portrait full of age than the guardian of this mausoleum.

However, the guardian's reaction to the visitor was not very enthusiastic. He was just a little happy in surprise, with the usual tolerance of an elder looking at the younger generation. His ancient Fusac language was awkward but natural, unlike the stereotyped tone of ordinary people:

"Oh? Not only can you keep the surprise, but you can also destroy my dream."

Klein answered very honestly: "That's not what I did."

"Really... That's very interesting."

The ordinary-looking old man didn't seem to want to do anything. If he was sitting on a recliner and sleeping under a tree to bask in the sun, it might be more in line with his peaceful and stable temperament.

But Klein knew that the other party who could instantly make him fall into a dream was most likely a demigod of the audience sequence, at least a "dream weaver" of sequence three, and even very likely an angel. Such a temperament is more of a precipitation - the old appearance can be completely disguised, and the appearance of a high-ranking person has nothing to do with strength and status. Klein has learned this from countless people.

"Then I think you have something to do." The old man said kindly, just staying where he was and waiting for Klein to take action.

Is this friendly attitude also a form of psychological warfare? Is He waiting for me to let down my guard?

Klein took out the silver-white harmonica without hesitation, put it close to his lips, and called for the reinforcement of the special "messenger".

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Outskirts of Backlund, "Ruins No. 1".

Prince Grove was still dressed in that luxurious and conspicuous outfit, his body floating in the air, the mausoleum behind him was safe and sound under strict protection, and the intruder who overestimated his own capabilities had been deprived of several abilities and was covered in scars under the "whipping".

And Prince Grove looked at the witch covered in blood, and didn't understand why she was so stubborn. It is not easy to be promoted to a demigod. Few extraordinary people outside the witch sect will walk this path for so long, but Prince Grove did not have time to confirm this. Obviously, once he left, this witch would destroy this place without hesitation.

She was clearly on the verge of death, but she stubbornly held back her anger and never really fell, leaving no chance at all - this inevitably made Prince Grove feel provoked. If she had been a little slower and made some mistakes, the battle would have ended with the outcome already determined.

There was a clear gap in strength between the two, so why was she so lucky that she could always keep a little life?

This thought came up naturally, but for Prince Grove, it was not reasonable to have wild thoughts during a battle, so he naturally became alert to this.

"Is that so? Is it good luck?" A voice appeared very unusually nearby, and compared with the previous fierce battle, it was so leisurely and inappropriate.

When Prince Grove looked up, he saw a curly-haired young man in a black classical robe.

The other party did not feel that he should not be here, but only bowed respectfully to the guard of the mausoleum - especially like the kind that the nobles of the Fourth Epoch used when greeting each other, but the playful smile on his face did not seem to be really happy about the meeting between the two parties.

The monocle on the young man's right eye is already his most iconic feature.

Seeing the other party at this time, Prince Grove couldn't help but feel a headache, but as one of the famous Grand Dukes of the Tudor Empire, it was not surprising that Amon knew how to enter the secret mausoleums of these blood emperors.

In fact, this Amon clone was playing with the crystal ball that encircled the skylark in his hand, and he was not in a good mood. He saw the witch with a little bit of a strange fate, and of course he also observed the residual influence on her, and he knew in his heart that he was misled.

"Then you continue--"

Amon rolled his eyes, and just as he was about to leave with a smile, he noticed that the witch was kissing the sapphire ring in her hand. (End of this chapter)