Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Source Castle.

After participating in this "normal" Tarot meeting, all the members, as usual, were drawn by the light of the crimson stars and sent their spirits away.

Except for two people - the originally relaxed posture of "Devil" gradually became tense. He put down his legs that were originally crossed, and his arms pressed tightly on the armrests revealed his true feelings of uneasiness.

On the contrary, "World" softened his cold demeanor and showed a smile of appreciation: "Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. 'Devil', I thought you were not going to abide by the agreement between us."

The "Devil" thought quickly, he really had too many things to doubt. Before today's meeting officially started, he received the revelation of "The Fool", asking him to cooperate with "The World" in his speech at the Tarot meeting and cooperate with this special follower to maintain the order of the meeting.

This is not a normal situation. Even in the eyes of "Devil", "The Fool"'s order made him instinctively suspicious. But no matter how many twists and turns he thought about, the spirit of "Devil" kept reminding him that keeping silent is the best choice.

So in the face of the World assassin's thanks, the Devil just nodded calmly, as if he didn't take it to heart at all: "Nothing, just a small matter. Do you have anything else to say?"

He deliberately led the topic to another direction.

The World gently pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, stared at the Devil quietly for a while, and then slowly said: "At least you don't recognize your bloodline, and don't recognize that you are the grandson of little Zaratul, which makes things easier for you to deal with."

"You——"The Devil" swallowed his thorny rebuttal suddenly, "You know a lot..."

If this is the news passed down by Mr. Fool, then it seems that there is nothing surprising. What makes the Devil feel uncomfortable is more the curious tone of the World when talking about this matter.

What is this guy curious about? Gehrman Sparrow doesn't seem to be a person who is keen on gossip, or in the impression of the Devil, he does not show relevant characteristics.

The World didn’t care that the Devil felt offended. The inquiry on his face only stayed for a moment, and soon returned to indifference: “It’s best for our conversation to stay on the gray fog, because if we leave here, Mr. Fool can no longer guarantee your safety.”

The Devil’s expression finally became serious: “I understand.”

The World tapped the bronze table, and a little gray fog spewed out from his fingertips, condensing into a symbol in the air. The Eye of Secrets and the Line of Change were entangled with each other. The Devil also knew that this was the pattern behind his seat, and it was also the pattern behind the World and the Fool.

The symbol spun lightly as the "world" shook its fingertips: "Sequence 2 of the 'diviner' path is also called 'miracle worker'. Do you know anything about it?"

"No, the secret society has a very strict blockade of high-sequence formulas. I just have a little impression of this title."

"World" nodded: "I am not your 'mentor', nor am I going to teach you."

"You are quite familiar with the inheritance system of the secret society, mentors and students, hum," "Devil" shrugged his shoulders, and his previously inexplicably tense nerves relaxed again, "Then you mentioned this to me, you can't be giving me the formula materials or extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 2, right?"

After saying this, the "devil" couldn't help laughing twice.

"One of the abilities of the miracle worker is resurrection."

As if deliberately provoking the "devil", the "world" threw out this sentence bluntly, and instantly the "devil"'s leisurely expression collapsed again.

"So what you mean is-"

"You are also one of the backup means for little Zarathu's 'resurrection'."

"The Devil" scratched his head: "Okay, I had this expectation when you mentioned 'resurrection' just now, and then what?"

"I will give you two choices now," "The World" waved away the floating marks on the table, then supported his hands on the long bronze table and stood up, "One is to forget about this matter and go back to do what you should do. I know you don't completely trust what I say, so you can also enjoy the rest of your life, even if it has an indefinite time limit."

"I choose the second one." "The Devil" said without hesitation.

The "world" seemed to think meaningfully for a few seconds, then smiled and shook his head: "You didn't even listen to my conditions."

"Since you have a solution, and I don't want to die, then I have no other choice, so go ahead."

"After the establishment of the Church of the Fool, I want you to be one of Mr. Fool's messengers to unify the factions of extraordinary people who join the church. Of course, you may also have to serve as a bishop, after all, we don't have many people."

"The Devil" stroked his chin. He really hoped that he could wake up from the bed by rolling his eyes, instead of facing the troubles that sounded like a mess - messenger, bishop, he will be? "The Devil" cursed in his heart. If this was a dream, it would definitely be a nightmare that would bother him enough to wake up.

"Can I ask, that is, why is it me? In terms of qualifications to join the meeting, I am not the most suitable candidate, right? "Justice" or "Hanged Man"..."

"The World" interrupted this rather hesitant speech: "Because of your path."

This explanation simply left no room for maneuver. The "Devil" closed his mouth awkwardly. After struggling for a moment, he finally nodded: "That's right, I have no choice... Mr. 'Fool' is going to build a church?"

"This is not something you should care about. When the time comes, you will naturally know."

The "Devil" rolled his eyes at the "World": "What about my business?"

"Leave here, return to the real world and pray to Mr. 'Fool'." The "World" showed that subtle smile on his face again, "He will give you shelter."

"That's it--"

Before the "Devil" finished asking doubtfully, his spirit body had been sucked into the crimson star and left here.

The observation of "The World" was enough, and this conversation that was deliberately delayed naturally ended. He looked up and glanced at the light ball that was always hanging above the long table: "This is not the same as what we agreed. There are too many variables."

"I can't exert influence on him directly."

Such an answer made "The World" smile: "Why didn't I know that 'I' was such a difficult factor to deal with? Are there any other accidents?"

"Amon."

This answer made "The World" quiet for a moment. He walked slowly to the position of "The Fool". The gray mist surrounded him like a snake and gradually covered him. This "God-favored One" whose true or false was unknown, put on a soft swaying cloak, but he did not sit down, but stared at the empty chair with a complicated expression, the position that belonged to "The Fool".

"Amon's words... that should be the influence of 'Adam'."

Until the red star belonging to the "devil" was emitting waves of prayer, the figure covered by gray fog raised his head and looked at the long table, and sighed like the "fool":

"Unfortunately, it's not time to wake up yet..."

All this does not belong to Him yet.

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Outskirts of Backlund.

The black crow flew through the treetops, but it never found its destination. The small church that was supposed to stand quietly at the intersection seemed to have moved to another place - or simply did not want to meet this uninvited guest.

The crow howled loudly at the sky for a long time, but there was no response. In the end, it could only continue to circle in a depressed mood to fulfill the task assigned to it by the main body. But whether it shouted directly or called in its heart, Adam did not respond at all.

The main body would not like such a silent "answer".

Another raven landed on a nearby bush, and an old, hoarse voice came out from the opening and closing of its beak: "He won't see you."

"Hey, Zaratul, are you here to give me Beyonder characteristics?" The crow asked with a cackle.

The raven was steady and calm: "I'm here to bring a message, He won't see you."

"Why?"

"He said you know why."

After saying this, the raven rolled up its eyes decisively, loosened its claws, lost its balance, and fell straight into the bushes, surrounded by thorns.

The crow stared at the raven's body, and soon disappeared.

I can't, dowse again...