Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Esther got off the subway in the East End and shook off two unidentified men before returning to the house where she paid rent.

The security in the East District seems to be getting worse, and human traffickers are becoming more and more rampant. Now she encounters stalkers almost every day. I heard from those kids that someone was arresting pretty young girls everywhere. Although this kind of thing happens here every week, it has happened too frequently recently, making the residents of the East District, who were already suffering a hard life, even more anxious.

Klein was also resurrected, which surprised Esther, but was also full of doubts. After thinking for a moment, there was no clue, and there were too few clues at hand, so Esther had no choice but to put the mystery in the back of her mind for the time being.

Well, resurrection itself is very strange, and life safety should be put first. The two of them hid a lot of things from each other. Although Esther wanted to tell Klein everything, she was afraid of causing trouble for him as well. Just listen to Klein's experiences. It was so thrilling before he could even take a breath.

Even if Esther wanted to help, she didn't know what to do. Maybe she should ask Klein what extraordinary materials he needed - if she could find them or afford them.

At least now she felt like she wasn't alone again. Thinking of this, Esther smiled and put the cloak on the hook on the wall.

Esther sat beside the wooden bed, took out the bug-shaped Xiaowu from her pocket, and placed it on the window sill. Then it raised its head in a daze: "Well, you came back so early today?"

"It's late, it's almost ten o'clock," Esther pointed to the faint crimson moonlight outside the window, "It's you who has been sleeping for a long time."

"Yeah……"

Xiaowu didn't seem to notice what he was doing, which made Esther sigh in relief.

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New week.

On Monday afternoon, Klein went above the gray fog to clean up the debris, piled them into a corner and covered them with gray fog.

At three o'clock, he clicked on a few red stars, and today's Tarot meeting was held on time.

At first, "Justice" discovered that something was not right about "Sun"'s expression. After "The Hanged Man" pointed out the danger of the person imprisoned next door to little "Sun", he shared with a few people about the "Amon" family. Things remind "The Sun" to be wary of that weird survivor.

A few minutes later, at the end of the trading session, Klein controlled "The World" to ask everyone for "the mutated pituitary gland and blood of the Thousand-faced Hunter's brain, the characteristics of the human skin shadow, and the hair of the Deep Sea Naga." He did not He was anxious to bring up the news about Esther's pursuit, but waited until halfway through the communication session before letting "The World" speak hoarsely again:

"Backlund's Aurora Society is pursuing an existence called 'Zoya', whose image is related to a skylark or a light group."

Derrick's eyes widened, as if he was remembering something, but he didn't speak because he wasn't sure.

"Justice" sighed slightly in his heart. It seemed that Mr. "World" was thinking on behalf of everyone in Backlund. It was hard to tell that he was such a considerate person. She asked curiously: "Why are they pursuing this 'Zoya'?"

"It is said to be related to the 'Fallen Creator' they believe in."

Derrick gritted his teeth and raised his hands, like a student who was full of unconfidence because he doubted the answer in his heart: "If it is a skylark, there is a description in our legend of Silver City, but there is only one description. A little bit.”

"Magician" Forsi is very interested in the place where the "sun" lives. After all, that kind of environment is simply the best source of inspiration for the story. As for whether to write it or not, that is another matter: "That legend is told again. What?"

“The omniscient and almighty Lord met the first skylark. It marveled at the Lord’s mercy and brought an olive branch to represent peace, allowing the Lord to calm the disasters on the earth. The second skylark surrendered to the Lord’s power and held an olive branch to represent dangers. The thorns let the Lord listen to the cries of the helpless and not forget the suffering of all living beings crying. The third skylark praised the Lord's glory and brought a wreath representing happiness. The Lord declined the gift and replied: "There are still thousands of people in the world." How can a thousand sufferers be alone?’ The third skylark was moved by this and stayed by the Lord’s side, listening to the Lord’s holy words, singing the Lord’s hymns, and witnessing every moment when the Lord spreads the gospel to heaven and earth…”

This is a very typical religious story. Klein thought silently. From this story, he could deduce that Skylark seems to have a very close relationship with the Creator of Silver City. In other words, there is a high probability that the name "Zoya" that Esther wants to trace is the skylark in the story, but I don't know which one it is, or are all three?

"Magician" nodded secretly. If the characters in the story were replaced by a savior warrior and his mortal confidant, it would make sense. In the end, they fell in love and wandered around the world. This story could barely make up a story of growing old together. What a happy ending.

"Justice" sighed silently. According to the end of the story, the third little skylark stayed, but then the creator of Silver City fell...

"The Hanged Man" didn't think too much, just guessing what "the world" could do with this news. If this story were told from the mouth of "The Fool", what he imagined would probably be more twists and turns than what others thought put together.

After Derrick finished telling the story, he paused for two seconds: "Other than that, there is not much news, at least this is the only thing I remember. Even in the historical records of our Silver City, there is no city-state that believes in the Skylark. , this image appears on only a small number of the Lord’s murals.”

"The World" nodded: "I understand, thank you for sharing."

Derrick scratched his hair in embarrassment: "This is a fairy tale that everyone knows in Silver City. It's not a secret, but we...we have never seen what a skylark looks like."

At the end, his words could not hide the loss and sadness. Thinking of the news that Silver City had lost its master after so many years, it could only continue to struggle for survival in the dark night without dawn.

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Derrick's sight retreated from the gray mist and sank into the darkness of the room again. He first maintained his posture vigilantly for several seconds. After realizing that nothing happened, he sighed and relaxed, and murmured in a low voice: "Skylark... …”

His sigh was silent in the air for a moment. Just when Derrick was approaching the metal wall and wanted to knock out the code with his fingers to call the former captain, before he could make a sound with his knuckles, an old and vague voice came from It came out from behind him:

"Are you looking for Skylark too..."

Derrick's whole body was stiff. He took a defensive posture and turned his whole body little by little. The room was still dark, so Derrick used the ability of "Light Prayer" to turn his eyes into light sources, and he was finally able to see clearly. The dark figure sitting quietly beside the bed.

This is a monster with a naked body and full of wounds. Its head is separated from the left and right sides and split in half from the bridge of the nose upwards. The gray-white brain is squirming and trying to put itself back together, and the sticky brain with bloodshot eyes is pulling. Thin threads came out, but they wriggled upwards contrary to common sense. The two eyes are far apart and bulge to both sides, like a goldfish with bulging eyes and a swollen head.

The left corner of its mouth and countless old wounds cracked open as if it were smiling, drawing an upward arc: "Look, am I normal..."

Derrick's defense was entirely based on his fighting instincts over the years. He raised his fisted hands to his chin, assuming a posture as if he was praying. A fierce beam of light entwined with flames hung from the roof, shining on the monster. body.

The room suddenly became brighter, but soon the sacred beam became thicker and so bright that Derrick couldn't help but want to close his eyes.

In that brilliant beam of light, a human figure without facial features was separated. It suddenly pounced on the monster, causing the monster to open its mouth wide, and the cracks on its body also turned outwards, as if it was screaming miserably.

But Derrick didn't hear anything until the monster collapsed and melted under the power of the light man, and before it almost completely disappeared, a shadow emerged from the place where the monster had been standing:

This man wearing a black classical robe and a pointed soft hat has a youthful appearance, with black eyes and curly hair hanging in the shadow under the brim of the hat. He has a wide forehead and a thin face. He wears a crystal-carved singlet on his face. glasses.

At the same time, the light man exploded, and there was only white in Derrick's eyes. When his vision recovered from the dazzling light, he found that he was already standing outside the corridor.

Colin Iliad, the chief "demon hunter" of Silver City, was standing in front of Derrick. After asking Derrick what happened and what he had done, Colin didn't say anything more. Inform Derrick that his condition has stabilized and he can go back.

Derrick took a breath quietly, and walked quickly along the corridor towards the exit, passing by the guards who were coming one after another. In addition to being grateful for surviving, he was also confused about the scene just now.

However, based on the known information and the conversation with the chief, Derrick was able to confirm that the man just now was the legendary "blasphemer" Amon! The reason for his strange behavior is most likely because he just participated in the Tarot Club and was dragged into the gray mist!

Derrick thought as he walked and felt that it was necessary to report this matter to The Fool.

He was ostensibly unchanged and walked home at a normal pace. After closing the door, Derrick observed his surroundings for a moment, but found nothing unusual. Then he sat on the edge of the bed and chanted in a low voice: "You are a fool who does not belong to this era, you are the mysterious master above the gray mist, you are The King of Yellow and Black who controls good luck. I just experienced a terrible thing..."

After telling The Fool what happened and his guess, Derrick breathed a sigh of relief. He relaxed now, and the strong feeling of exhaustion made him lie down on the bed, and he soon fell asleep.

From time to time, a bolt of lightning would break through the darkness outside the window, illuminating the ground for a moment and then disappearing. The candle-lit room was dim and quiet, with the only sound of Derrick's breathing.

While he was sleeping, Derrick's right index finger suddenly flicked up, but he didn't notice it at all.

This finger drew a circle on the bed, tapping the center of the circle again and again, as if he was thinking about something leisurely.