Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

"Since you know the 'Black Emperor of Thieves', help me bring him half of the money. It's all for you anyway."

"G-give it to me?" Klein suddenly couldn't sit still. Although the number of gold pounds on the table was far less than 10,000, the piles of ten-gold-pound banknotes must add up to more than 2,000. .

It's not normal for pie to fall from the sky. Klein wouldn't be stunned by the money: "I can't accept it! This is too much!"

Esther smiled and held up the teacup: "I'm not asking you to give it to me, I'm asking you to help me order extraordinary weapons. If you have sufficient funds, you will have more choices. It's more convenient for you to keep it than to let me go. I don't dare to go to the bank at this time. After all, I don’t even have an identity document to save so much money, and it’s even more inappropriate to go back to the East District with so much cash.”

"Are you still going to give half to the Black Emperor?"

"If you don't know him, I won't care about this, but after all, he was the main force who came out last night. You should thank him properly, right?" Esther waved her hand, "I'll leave it to you!"

Having said this, Klein will not have trouble with money: "Okay, then I will pass it on to him for you. Maybe I can also use this to ask him to communicate with you about helping you find weapons."

For example, let "The World" go shopping in a Tarot meeting.

"By the way, I did collect some information before. I didn't have time to tell you before. This seems to be a fairy tale passed down from the Third Age..."

After listening to Klein's story about the "Creator" and "Skylark", Esther was silent for a long time. The ring of thorns, the olive ring and the wreath. She had no impression of it, but when she thought about the night watch for Tingen The readers made bracelets to sense their situation, and Esther felt a little uneasy.

But when she heard the "Creator" rejecting the "garland", a figure suddenly appeared in Esther's mind:

It was a tall man with a cross hanging from his chest. The black clergy robe was quite low-key, and the roots of his black hair showed the golden luster of the sun. He stood in front of another tall cross, but his face was always blurry and illusory when he looked back.

Can't see clearly, can't remember.

She had obviously seen him in her dream, but the more she recalled it, the more headache she got. Esther shook her head, trying to get rid of the dizziness in her mind.

Perhaps because her expression was not good, Klein couldn't help but ask: "Are you okay? If you really feel uncomfortable, you don't have to force yourself to recall. We can continue to collect more information."

"Well, maybe I have to go back and take a rest...Thank you very much for telling me this story. It should echo some of the real history."

Klein nodded: "I just want to go to the East District to do something. Do you want me to take you back?"

Esther declined his kindness: "It would be too conspicuous if we walked together, Mr. Detective. I'll leave first."

"That's fine. By the way, I can return that 'obsessive-compulsive disorder tie' to you. I have already studied it. In addition to the uses you discovered before, it also has the effect of 'keeping secrets', which can be used when looking at the target. The other party acts according to its own instructions. If an area is imprisoned, a 'confinement' will be formed, which can resist attacks from the outside and allow objects within the restricted area to leave."

Esther nodded thoughtfully: "It has to be you! Thank you, I finally know its complete capabilities."

After Klein came down from upstairs wearing a bow tie, Esther told him again:

"I'm going to change my residence to the Bridge District and improve my living environment. In the past period of time, the memories of the people in Linglanhua Street have almost disappeared, and there is a high chance that they will never remember me again even if I encounter someone."

At this point, she glanced at Klein curiously: "Why do you still remember me?"

"I also want to know, maybe it's because we don't belong to this world?" Klein put forward an idea he had before.

"It makes sense!" Esther immediately smiled, "It feels really good to be remembered."

Klein's eyes dimmed for a moment: "I said I would remember you, but fortunately I didn't break my promise."

Esther waved her hand, turned around and walked out of the room.

——

St. George District.

The Church of the God of Steam and Machinery's headquarters in Backlund, St. Hillan's Church, and underground detention room.

Galwin's right eye was covered with a black cloth, blocking the shrunken eyeball that had lost its vitality.

He sat in the corner of the cold stone bed with his head hanging. His simple gray half-sleeved gown didn't even cover his knees, and his limbs were covered with bracelets engraved with many symbols. The originally brilliant blond hair stuck to Galvin's forehead, and the short beard that hadn't been shaved for several days obscured his young and handsome face, making him look as if he was ten years older.

But there was still a bright smile in his amber eyes, and he was humming a song with a different key. It took a lot of effort to hear that it was "White Birch Forest".

Galwin kept thinking that this might be the end of his hated life.

He has experienced various tortures at the hands of the Heart of Machinery, and now they have begun preparing experiments to test the limits of the ability of the "spectator" sequence in Galvin.

However, what disappointed him was that he never got any information about "Luna Duboa", which should be a pseudonym.

The little sheep with a fake name showed the wolf fangs under its skin. After running away from his hand, no one seemed to pay attention to her anymore.

Yesterday, when Galvin asked the Mechanical Heart team who checked him if they had caught the residents of 603, the man said nothing, but Galvin still caught doubts in his eyes——

The other party thought he was crazy and was inventing non-existent people to get away with it.

How strange.

Galvin blinked his surviving eye in the darkness and noticed that the appearance of the little sheep in his mind was becoming hazy. He only remembered her music, singing, and gentle cinnamon-yellow blond hair.

But he remembered the black, human-like crow, and its malicious claws.

Galwin touched the black cloth over his right eye.

The cell door suddenly opened. After squinting his eyes briefly under the bright light, the person who walked in naturally caught Galvin's attention.

This is a man with eyebrows as strong and square as his facial features. He exudes an inexplicable majesty that makes people bow down. He is wearing an officer's uniform. His black hair is combed back obediently and stuck to the top of his head. At first glance, he appears to be only in his forties. At this age, there is a knife-like hanging needle pattern between the eyebrows.

"Gavin Leples?"

Galvin did not speak. The oppression from the man's extraordinary ability was of little use to him. Detaching oneself from perception to achieve objectivity and being able to watch and deconstruct one's own emotions is what every "audience" will learn. ability.

This man didn't care. The mission he received was just to take away this wild Beyonder and transfer him to the military.

"Because you may be related to the Intis spy case, we will take over the follow-up investigation of you by the 'Heart of Machinery'."

Damn it, these people can't even make up an excuse, can they?

Galvin wanted to laugh and laugh at such a stupid excuse. Ambassador Intis was assassinated by the Aurora Society a month ago. Could it be that the Loen official couldn't find out what should be investigated?

What does it have to do with him, a down-and-out international student!

Calvin shook his head, but stood up from the foot of the bed honestly: "It's whatever you say, sir. It's just the things that can't be said, even if you force me to lose control, I can't say them out. This is beyond my control."

The man snorted coldly and said nothing. Someone probably told him the sequence information and personality of this "suspect", and he did not intend to have any unnecessary verbal exchanges with Galvin.

In front of the "audience", all intentional or unintentional expressions, from language to body movements, are exposing information related to oneself.

Even though he was blind in one eye, Calvin's indifferent gaze like a bystander still made the man feel sick to his stomach.

The moment he walked under the haze of Backlund and felt the thin afternoon sunshine, Calvin couldn't help but rub his arms. He always felt an inexplicable chill.

It wasn't the cold wind from late October or early November, but something more dangerous that touched his inspiration.

There were only two people in the carriage, Galvin and the man. However, Galvin did not pick off the alchemical products derived from the Heart of Machinery. With these hands around his body, as long as someone speaks the corresponding ancient Hermetic language, he will be immediately imprisoned. restrain his actions or impose punishment.

Galvin didn't know where he would be taken, and he didn't care. When things get so bad, people who have given up hope will naturally become numb.

He stared at his hands and subconsciously began to hum the song "White Birch Forest" that the teacher had heard from the evil god.

However, the strange thing is that the man opposite is looking out the window with a cold face and has no reaction at all.

Until another voice sounded in the carriage: "Hello, Calvin Leples."

Calvin turned his head in surprise and found that there was a third person sitting in the carriage, right next to him. The man from the military opposite still made no movement, as if he couldn't see this sudden appearance at all.

No, maybe he didn't appear suddenly, but was sitting here all the time?

This man looked like an ordinary priest passing by, with a pale golden beard covering half of his face, wearing a simple white robe, and a cross pendant embedded in half of an olive branch hanging from his chest.

What made Galwin most uneasy was his eyes. Those eyes, which were also golden, were clear and simple, showing an expression that should belong to a baby in the cradle and should never appear on an adult male.

The priest smiled, as if he was about to lead him in a confession: "Do you know the name of this song?"

Just under this smile, the vigilance in Calvin's heart turned into snow foam falling into the stove and disappeared. He used the same respectful and obedient tone when facing the teacher and whispered: ""Birch Forest"."

"That's right. So who said it was called that?"

"Luna Duboa. She looks very similar to the young lady from the legendary elves. She has a very vicious crow beside her."

There was no fluctuation in the priest's eyes: "Do you remember anything?"

"I also...saw her light, like the light of stars falling on the world." Calvin showed an expression of obsession, showing all the fluctuations in his heart on his face, "That is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life." thing."

The priest's finger fell on the cross and gently covered the evergreen olive branch: "Then you must remember her and remember that light, Calvin."

Galvin still looked obsessed, but he still nodded like a sleepwalker and stared at the other party blankly.

The priest's smile deepened: "Your destiny is no longer above this era, child. You will become a wanderer, wandering everywhere on the earth."

Galwin's eyes widened after he finished these words - but his only remaining intact eye reflected nothing.

There was no one around him.