Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Crow squatted on Esther's shoulder, watching her dig into the ground with her dagger, and then bury the shimmering spores.

To be honest, such behavior was simply a waste of the simple-looking dagger in her hand. However, Crow did not intend to stop Esther, but had some questions about it: "Why do you do this? You can just steal the soil and stones." , and then a hole will be revealed.”

"There is no sense of participation," Esther said casually at first, then dug some soil to cover the spores. "More importantly, I want to do something so that I don't have to think about too many things." , just take action..."

"It's not a bad thing to use your brain," the crow flapped its wings, and then glanced towards the west in surprise, "Even if you don't look for trouble, trouble will come to you. Isn't this also a trait of 'destiny' ?"

Esther slapped the mound of dirt with her sword hatefully: "Of course not! I am unlucky just because I have something to do with you!"

Because of some news transmitted from the clone, the crow's black eyes blinked twice curiously: "I think it's time for you to set off. The main body will not delay for too long. He will arrive here soon."

"Departure? What does it mean to arrive here, so you know what He went out to do?"

Esther responded casually to the crow's words, staring intently at the loose dirt bag. Until light began to grow from below, then she absentmindedly stole some distance, sank into another darkness, and continued to repeat the boring labor of burying the spores.

The crow happily jumped on her shoulder twice: "Yes, let's set off immediately! Originally I only had one surprise for you, but now it's different, there are two!"

Esther patted her shoulder in disgust - but when her hand fell, Crow had already appeared on the other side, looking at Esther with innocent eyes.

Esther was silent for a few seconds before shaking her head: "There is a description called 'crow's mouth', and what comes out of your mouth may not necessarily be a good thing."

"I can also turn into other birds, such as an owl or something. This is not inevitable."

Esther's hands didn't stop. She took it out of her pocket and neatly buried another group of spores in the pit: "I know, just hearing what you said about 'surprise' made me feel like The rest is frightening.”

"Isn't there anyone you want to see?"

Esther's movements suddenly froze for a moment, and then she continued: "Dazhbog?"

"No, Norns."

"do not know."

The crow snickered in its heart. It caught the tension on Esther's face. She was not as indifferent as her tone showed - she had never been a "thief" who was good at lying.

Esther's eyes turned to her shoulders, without any ripples in them: "What are you thinking about again? I must solemnly remind you again that all fates are connected with each other, and the results have already been determined."

After a two-second pause, Esther's expression softened: "This time, I'm not saying it from a standpoint, but from a similar perspective... Don't be in a hurry to laugh at my statement. I know you have such thoughts. Get along with Zoya.”

The crow was unusually quiet. Its black eyes turned twice uncomfortably, and simply threw these words among the clones of Amon. Anyway, the main body did not say that it could not leave the thinking of reply to other Amon.

Esther was unaware of Crow's little move and continued the rare and sincere conversation at this moment: "The impossible is impossible. I know you are eager for promotion, but there must be the influence of the aggregation instinct. In the past, I just thought , it’s because I can’t compete with the consciousness of the previous Lord of the Spirit World…”

Having said this, Esther lowered her head and looked at the shimmering mushrooms under the soil that were beginning to emerge. However, the gentle light no longer made her feel warm: "Now I understand, Dazhbog's Caution is always right, because I am the most redundant 'variable'."

"An opportunity for change?" Crow tilted his head and quickly broke down the awkward words Esther spat out. "This is not a bad thing. Unexpected things are often the most interesting."

Esther couldn't help but reveal a sarcastic smile: "Even if that is your death?"

The white circles of the crow's eyes twisted, and its beak that was about to open paused for a moment, and finally said nothing.

Esther repeated the sentence, but changed the reference: "Even if it is the death of everyone..."

She stopped stealing distance and moved aimlessly into the depths of darkness, staying where she was, not knowing what she was thinking.

Crow cleared his throat, but his voice was still hoarse: "Anyway, it's time for us to set off."

This time, Esther did not refuse: "Give me the coordinates."

——

"This is my father's last dream. At that time, right here..." Amon paused for two seconds. When Klein was worried about the indifference on his face, the "Angel of Time" laughed again, " But now I have a guess that it was Zoya’s existence that made things like this again.”

Klein wasn't that shocked by this, but he had a lot of questions: "Why would you say, again?"

Amon did not stop Klein from asking, but he also ignored the question. He just led the involuntary "seer" and continued to walk in the dreamland until the two of them passed through a black wooden door covered with strange patterns.

Klein could see that the door frame even showed signs of melting when Amon approached, like a twisted wax figure under the scorching flames.

The dream here... is rejecting Him?

Amon seemed to have heard what Klein said in his heart. After all, someone was still in a state of deep parasitism: "The authority of dreams seems similar, but it is not the same, and even repel each other, especially when the source of power is different. Specifically, you can look at the difference between water, ice and water vapor."

"Is the fantasy dream also special?" Klein simply said what he was thinking - but he also quickly realized that there was some interference from external forces. When he faced Amon, he would always unconsciously let down his guard.

"Yes, you know something about the fantasy dream. Did they tell you?"

When Amon asked back, he glanced at the skylark that was resting on Klein's shoulder. Norns subconsciously shrank his head. Only when it was close to Klein could it feel a little relieved and get rid of Amon's control over it.

"It wasn't Nornes who said that, nor was it her. I learned about it from somewhere else."

Amon's black eyes hid a deeper smile: "Mercury Snake of the School of Life? Don't be surprised. I know you are very familiar with Him."

In fact, Klein was not really surprised. He had borrowed Will Auceptin to perform "Restart" before, so it was normal for Amon to suspect this relationship.

In front of the Giant King's Court where dusk was still lingering, Amon casually pushed aside the sea of ​​clouds in the valley of the mountain peak. An arch bridge formed by dusk stood in front of the two of them, and was stepped on by Klein, who was becoming more and more calm.

Since there was no way to avoid it, and the place ahead was the God-forsaken Land, Klein could already throw away his worries. When everything came, it seemed that there was nothing he could do except face it calmly.

He did understand a little bit of what Esther and Will Auceptin said about "fate". Fate could be so indifferent to the world because everyone was a spectator of himself.

"You don't seem to be afraid." Amon's smile always hid other deep meanings, making people feel that he had ulterior motives.

Klein just shook his head.

Amon felt a little bored. He adjusted his monocle and received the information from the clone: ​​"She is waiting on the other side."

Klein's courage was suddenly punctured.