Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

"Let me tell you a story, just as the opening of the game. After all, this is just a pastime out of boredom."

Klein followed Amon in silence, and Esther replied helplessly after several seconds: "I don't care."

Amon had expected such an unexpected reaction. At least there was no disappointment on his face - not even a trace of disguised emotion, just a leisurely smile: "Of course, this is also the first clue I gave. I am looking forward to the moment when someone can reveal the answer to the mystery."

Although he said so, Amon turned his back, slowly backed up and continued to move forward, looking at the two people head-on. The smiling eyes made Klein's spiritual intuition slightly hurt. The threat implied in Amon's words was obviously not a good thing.

Esther took two quick steps and caught up with Amon: "Is it related to Dazhibog? Just a reminder, it's better not to talk about him casually..."

"Oh, you still care about this?" Amon glanced at Esther in surprise, "But I already know what you are hiding."

Esther was stunned for a moment, and countless thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant, but she was not sure what Amon knew, so she could only shake her head blankly: "Haha, I really don't know about this..."

Esther fell behind by two steps and retreated to Klein's side, following his pace and moving forward until Klein cleared his throat, and the slightly depressed lady turned her head to the side.

Klein's face showed that kind of subtle worry again: "Don't worry about me."

"How can I not worry..."

Before Esther finished her mumbling, Klein took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, and interrupted her: "What I mean is, if you decide to use this opportunity to escape, don't worry about me, I have other ways to protect myself."

"Lies," Amon poked through the window paper lightly, and even laughed maliciously, "Don't worry, He will definitely be able to hear it. Don't you know that He has some special 'little abilities'?"

Esther, who was about to say something, glared at Amon. After a brief thought, she pinched the head of the skylark in her arms twice. After the bird protested and bit her finger, Esther did not feel more resistance. She successfully took the reluctant Norns out of her arms.

Klein understood Esther's meaning instantly and tacitly agreed to such a trust. He spread his hands and took the bird that had no right to choose where to go. Norns flapped its wings twice on Klein's palm, but did not fly. When it looked back at its deliverer, its pitiful eyes did not move Esther.

Esther just gave it a bitter smile: "Remember your original mission? Keep going."

Norns chirped softly and let Klein imitate Esther and put himself in the outer pocket of his clothes. Under Amon's meaningful gaze, the skylark did not try to communicate with Esther, but quickly retracted its head and quietly pretended that it did not exist.

Klein gently patted his pocket twice to comfort the aggrieved bird, and then looked up at Amon who had been moving backwards and observing the two of them: "What do you want to say?"

"It's not long, just a story..."

At first, when Esther heard the melancholy in Amon's voice, she thought it was related to the glorious era of the Third Age, but soon, she found that she did not understand what Amon was talking about.

"The world was destroyed by a disaster. Among the remaining ruins, fate and change are rolling dice in the mist of history to decide who will be the controller of the next game..."

Klein glanced at Esther from the corner of his eye. Seeing the confusion on her face, which was similar to his own, the inquiry in his heart quickly settled down - it was obvious that Esther didn't know what Amon was talking about, which made the credibility of the "story" lower by another level.

Although Esther was confused, she always felt that she shouldn't be so confused. She had some kind of guess about the "fate and change" in the story.

Esther turned her head and looked at Klein. He seemed to be listening to Amon's story very attentively and carefully analyzing the clues in it.

But are there really any key clues here? Esther didn't think so. From the beginning, she suspected that Amon was deliberately delaying time - He was distracted by doing other things, so there was an unnecessary stupid thing like a three-day deadline.

Esther didn't want to follow Amon's meaning, but looking at Klein's appearance, it seemed that he really took this "bet" seriously.

A soft glow lit up on Amon's fingertips, circling around his fingertips like a firefly, and the center of the light spot was a rotating dice phantom.

This action made Esther frown, but Amon didn't care about her reaction and continued:

"It was an impure gamble, but it finally had a result. The winner passed through the fog, walked to the creator of the whole world, and put forward his request."

Esther frowned even more tightly: "So who won? This should be the most critical point, right?"

Amon's suspenseful smile naturally made him look more annoying: "So who is it? Is it fate or change that came to the creator of the world? No one knows."

Esther was so angry that she shook her head vigorously: "I think you are talking nonsense again..."

Amon refuted her quite reasonably: "I said from the beginning that this is just a story. Instead of arguing with me about the truth of this story, you should think about what information I have hidden in it."

"If you care, I can help you with divination."

Klein said this, and casually grabbed the air, and then bounced up the historical projection. The coin kept flying up, spinning under the eyes of the three people, but at the moment when Klein was about to catch it, a chaotic gray mist floated in front of his eyes, almost making Klein think that he was about to be pulled up to the palace.

Chaotic mumblings poured out noisily, drowning Klein's ears, and the nervous whisper asked:

"Klein... Klein? Are you okay?"

"I... I'm fine."

The distracted look on Klein's face disappeared in an instant, but he did not see where the coin went. The historical projection had dissipated, and Klein directly gave up the idea of ​​using the real object to divine again.

This is a warning, and such a clear idea emerged in his mind.

He looked ahead, and Amon stopped walking backwards. Seeing Klein looking at him, his cold black eyes did not change, and he just nodded at him.

For some reason, Klein always felt that Amon's actions showed a kind of admiration and ridicule for the latecomers, as if he was standing on the top of the mountain, arrogantly looking down at the climbers on the hillside.

But Klein had another guess. Was the gray fog's reaction the first clue?