Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

"By the way, although I didn't promise you before, with my help, the ship has successfully returned to reality."

Hearing Amon's words, Esther instantly perked up: "You mean the 'Four-Leaf Clover'? Vika and Mateo are all back safely!?"

"Yeah, since I helped escort them, and you won't give me any reward, I can't just do it out of 'goodwill', right?" Amon shook his head, as if he was amused by his own words, "Even if I said that, would you believe it?"

Esther bluntly exposed Amon's bend. Beating around the bush: "I don't believe it, so just get to the point. What do you want me to do?"

Amon even seemed to think seriously for a moment, then smiled and nodded his monocle: "Even if you don't agree with my request, I can't do anything to you..."

Esther rushed to interrupt Him: "But they are different, they are not high-sequence Beyonders, and they are of no use to you-"

"They are already my believers." Amon tilted his head. Even though He smiled kindly at this moment, it only made Esther feel the urge to punch Him.

Esther took a breath and choked for several seconds before speaking: "So you still..."

Amon knew what Esther was thinking very well. He spread his hands helplessly: "No, don't misunderstand me. I didn't parasitize them, and this is not what I want. It's just that they have some problems. I think it's safer to confuse their prayer targets."

As long as there is no deliberate misleading, Esther's reaction speed is not slow under Amon's reminder: "You mean what they believe in is-I understand, then should I thank you?"

"You're welcome."

Esther sighed heavily: "I don't really mean to thank you. You stole the object of their prayer and pointed it to yourself... You can do this because you control the uniqueness that should belong to the 'Goddess of Destiny'?"

Amon suddenly turned his eyes to the side, but no matter how silent Klein was, he couldn't eliminate his sense of existence. After all, he couldn't be "psychologically invisible".

Amon's smile was somewhat meaningful. Although he was looking at Klein, his words were still directed at Esther: "If you are saying this to share this with your friends, then I don't care."

Klein no longer pretended to be able to stay out of it. Instead, he glanced at Amon generously: "Yes, it doesn't matter whether you know the specific situation or not. I already know that there are some uncontrollable factors in the 'Source Castle'. In addition, I don't think you will let me leave."

Such a calm attitude made Amon narrow his eyes slightly. He always felt that this so-called "candidate" had other reliance, but he couldn't see through it at all.

So Amon responded to that sentence with a smile: "Yes, I won't."

A flash of lightning pierced the darkness and made a bang above their heads, ending this conversation that had no beginning or end. Esther subconsciously quickened her pace. Even though she didn't know where Amon was going, she always had an instinctive urge to escape from this situation.

On this abandoned continent, the sphere that was moving around Esther and the lantern in Klein's hand were more like flickering will-o'-the-wisp than a light that gave people a sense of security.

Seeing Esther walking faster and faster, gradually increasing the distance between them, Amon had to speak again: "Where are you going?"

"I don't know. It depends on where you plan to 'talk'." Esther deliberately emphasized the words, making her tone seem very unfriendly.

Amon never changed his expected goal: "The sanctuary where my father descended."

Even in "Zoya's" memory, it was a place that was kept at a distance: "You want to go there? Why, isn't it very dangerous?"

Amon simply blocked Esther's series of words with a rhetorical question: "Don't you want me to take him there?"

Klein, who was mentioned, was also helpless. He didn't know what the two were talking about, so he could only follow silently at the back, but he didn't just listen to the conversation between the two. He had been thinking carefully about what he could do-

Just as Esther had explicitly hinted, Klein was unwilling to let things go according to Amon's expectations. If he could find a way to deviate from Amon's design, there would be nothing wrong with this.

If he had any action, Esther would definitely cooperate with him. Klein had such a clear judgment in his mind.

When the three of them didn't speak, this long hike seemed very boring.

The shadows in the darkness were ready to move. Klein could see those floating "spiritual lines", which meant that there were a large number of inexplicable monsters lurking outside the range he could observe. But the monsters were more afraid of the three people who were walking forward here. They were quietly wandering outside. They were not only afraid of the light, but also instinctively avoided some deeper existence - as if they were guided by something.

Klein always felt that this was not a normal phenomenon, and he did not rashly try to transform the hidden monster into a secret doll, but quietly waited for the opportunity to escape.

Another silver-white crack appeared in the sky, and the lightning became more frequent, but each light was fleeting.

Fortunately, the spirituality of the "Ancient Scholar" was quite stable. Klein had not lost the concept of time. He was just worried about Monday, which would come in a few days. He didn't know what Amon wanted to do, and it was impossible for him to climb the Sefirah Castle in front of Amon. It was simply too risky.

Passing the afternoon town was just the beginning. The three of them continued to advance in the darkness for a whole day and night. It was not until the lightning became quiet and lazy again that Amon seemed to remember that there was a "human" here who was not completely close to the essence of mythical creatures.

So He treated his guests very considerately and was willing to provide some "necessary rest time", at least according to His original words.

Amon looked at Klein: "Actually, I am surprised that you did not take the initiative to ask for a rest."

You know, before being "invited" to the East Continent by Amon, Klein had experienced many battles to attack the secret mausoleum of George III. For any "ancient scholar", constantly pulling high-level historical projections would consume a lot of spiritual energy.

But Klein's performance was quite abnormal - and he himself did not notice this, which made Amon feel more interesting.

Klein read a kind of deep scrutiny from the smile behind Amon's monocle, but he didn't take it to heart. He just replied calmly: "Perhaps it's because too many things have happened, but people don't have time to feel tired. This is also very common."

Esther stopped at the collapsed stone wall. The original shape of the building could no longer be seen here. Only from the remaining columns and beams of the church, she saw some familiar but crude murals, depicting a glorious memory that had been buried in the dead silence.

It was not until he stopped that the feeling of fatigue suddenly attacked Klein.

"You can rest assured. I will help you keep watch."

Esther saw Klein's fatigue and said softly. She twisted her wrist towards Klein, and then released it again. A pile of stones on the ground burned under a few clusters of leaping flames, and quickly carbonized in the flames, providing a reassuring heat and light.

Klein felt that the stolen ability was returned, and Esther even blinked at him.

He leaned against the stone pillar, adjusted his breathing, and let himself fall into an unguarded sleep.

"What are you doubting?" Esther turned her eyes away from Klein who was trying to recover, but did not look at Amon, but stared at the fire she had just lit.

Amon adjusted his monocle: "I won't tell you."