Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

A string of short, powerful slang words expressing exclamation almost blurted out.

When Amon looked up, the True Creator knew that he had two choices: First, to remind them of his existence, but this would inevitably cause an embarrassing situation that was irreparable. Amon was fine, but Thoth might

I wish I could live on another planet from now on; second, sink into the shadows, leave silently, and close the door for them.

After a brief and unknown fierce struggle, He chose the latter. Before the door was completely closed, He saw Amon say something silently, and judging from the shape of his mouth, it should have included the phrase "Thank you for understanding."

The red moon moved at an unknown angle on the dark sky. When the clouds and rain dispersed and everything was silent, Thoth took out a handful of hair stuck to his vest and held it in Amon's slightly cool arms.

He turned over, looked into His obsidian eyes, and said seriously: "Tell Him this."

He didn’t say what “this thing” was, nor who this “him” was, but Amon already understood.

A trace of surprise flashed across the angel's eyes, and Thoth sighed: "I know He has just arrived."

"The tentacles of information caught a few traces of corruption, which I am all too familiar with." Thoth smiled bitterly, "But when I figured out what to do, He left again."

In the temple with crosses everywhere, after lighting three cigarettes, extinguishing three more cigarettes, and planning to light the fourth cigarette, the True Creator waited for the person he wanted to see.

Thoth's clothes and hair were all neatly styled, but the excessiveness made him look awkward - "He is worried about my blame." The real creator quickly came to this conclusion, and he was "pretending to be calm"

The expression swinging between "uneasy" and "uneasy" reminded him of the intern in the laboratory who got the parameters wrong.

But why didn’t I feel uneasy? The True Creator sighed silently and put away the unlit cigarette.

"I thought you two would come together."

In the end, the older one spoke first, and when he actually spoke, he realized that the conversation was not as difficult as he had expected when he just swallowed the clouds.

He even made a joke unconsciously: "After all, what did Medici mean? You two are like conjoined twins. You can definitely see the other within a radius of fifty meters."

Thoth coughed slightly, "I thought you would want to talk to me alone."

"That's true." The True Creator asked in a gentle tone, "I'm not questioning, I'm just a little curious... How long have you maintained this relationship?"

"A little longer than half a century."

The True Creator frowned, not out of disgust or anger, but out of annoyance.

"Well, it seems that I still don't care enough about you, and I haven't noticed it for so long."

"No, actually I don't want you to know." Thoth hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to tell the truth, "Because I wasn't very confident about this relationship at the beginning, and I always thought, 'If it ends soon,

, then there is no need to let too many people know, so as not to cause more embarrassment."

"But as time went by, I found that the progress of this relationship was not as negative as I imagined. I was even a little..." Thoth blushed, but continued calmly, "I was enjoying it a little bit and wanted to be with Him.

Let’s spend this hundred years together, the next hundred years, and the next hundred years. The reason why I haven’t told you yet is because I’m not sure I will get your blessing.”

Having said this, Thoth's face showed a bit of shame.

"Why do you think I won't bless you?"

"After all, this was not your original intention when you entrusted Him to me."

"This development is indeed a bit unexpected." The True Creator chuckled, "But I know that He has always been close to you. Since you also have a good feeling for Him, then I have every reason to sincerely bless you.

."

"Of course, if - I mean if, I don't mean to curse you. If you find that you are not suitable for each other one day in the future, I will also wish you a happy reunion and happiness."

"Thank you, Alex."

In a harmonious atmosphere, the True Creator placed a blessing kiss on the forehead of the Hidden Sage.

Requiem Day is coming soon.

As early as two or three days ago, all kinds of candles appeared in grocery stores, gift shops and night market stalls. Some are exquisite and small and can be placed in the palm of your hand. Some are as big as a thermos bottle and require two hands to hold them firmly.

, some are simple and clean white candles, and some are colorful carved candles that look like castles - they are particularly popular because of their complicated and exquisite styles and bright and eye-catching colors, but the process is extremely complicated and the price is extremely expensive.

After these candles are bought, they will be lit at dusk on Requiem Day. The big ones can burn all night, while the small ones need to be replaced constantly. In short, be sure to ensure that the two places at the door and the window sill of the home are bright.

Otherwise, the deceased relatives will not be able to find their home.

In a store with a history of more than fifty years and famous for its carved candles, a craftsman over fifty years old is still working hard. His wife is taking care of the store at the front, recommending carved candles to customers for various occasions.

There is a curtain behind it, and you can vaguely hear her whispering conversation with the guests. Behind the curtain is his workshop, which contains ten square pools filled with liquid wax of various colors. The bottom is continuously heated by a fire to avoid burning.

As it solidified, an apprentice was adding firewood to the stove, another apprentice was dipping a white and thick wax pillar into various wax liquids in turn, and another apprentice was practicing carving cautiously and carefully - but the master's movements were slower than his.

Too much proficiency.

In just ten seconds, the old craftsman cut a circle of petal-like wax petals and rolled them up continuously to make various complicated shapes, layer by layer from bottom to top, and each time he made

He had to soak that part in cold water for several layers to prevent it from being bumped and deformed during the subsequent carving process - but even though the process was so complicated, he still carved a wax pillar into a streamer within ten minutes.

Colorful castle.

On the other hand, because the apprentice moved too slowly, the piece of candle under his hand had completely condensed, and the knife could no longer cut it.

It's over, it's over. The little apprentice was on the verge of tears. He messed up again. He wasted such a huge piece of material again. The master would definitely scold him to death when he saw it!

The next second, this idea disappeared from his chaotic mind.

A chuckle attracted his attention. A man he had never seen before and should not be in the workshop stood in front of him. In order to keep the candle at a level that could be carved, the furnace in the workshop burned too hard.

It was very prosperous, and the temperature also rose accordingly. Everyone took off their coats and rolled up their sleeves, but this man was wearing a black robe that looked like a magician and a pointed hat. The young apprentices were all warming up for him.

Gotta panic.

"You seem troubled."

The man in black robe looked thoughtfully at the piece of candle that was almost finished, but had completely solidified and could not continue to use the knife.

"That's not nonsense. Master Jed wants to scold me for being slow again." The young apprentice said lazily: "But I'm already much faster than a month ago! Last month I could only carve the candle before it solidified.

I’ve reached one-half of the mark, but this month I was able to finish carving two-thirds of it!”

"If you give me another chance, I will definitely do better!"

"Oh, really?"

"must!"

The man in black robe adjusted his monocle, "Then let's take what you said as true."

A burst of light fainted from the lens. After the light dissipated, the apprentice forgot about this adventure and continued to do the unfinished work. The remaining part of the wax pillar was not as hard as before, and the knife could be used smoothly.

Cutting in, it was as if time had gone back a few minutes - but he was not surprised by this change, because he had even forgotten his previous frustration.

"Amon? Strange, where are the people..."

After all kinds of comparisons, Thoth finally picked out the candle and looked around. At this time, Amon also opened the curtain and came out. He stole the sound of air flow and footsteps when he walked, as quietly as a cat.

He came closer, intending to slap the other person on the shoulder to scare him - but the moment he stretched out his hand, Thoth also turned around keenly.

"Oh——" Thoth showed a proud look like "I must have caught you", "I knew you wanted to play this trick."

"Oh, I was discovered by you."

The thief blinked innocently and raised his hands ready to pat someone's shoulder to express surrender.

Thoth said helplessly: "Go and check out."

A small group of people were photographed at the checkout area, and Thoth vaguely felt that one of them looked familiar.

Amon said in his ear with tacit understanding: "That man is from Moon City."

Moon City is one of the city-states on the edge of the Eastern Continent. Thoth followed Medici to reward them in the Third Age. Their ancestors have been waiting for a vast and boundless gray fog, always paying attention to the gray fog.

Mutation - From the Creator, Thoth learned that the gray mist should be the seal left by the "Lord of Mysteries", and behind it is the Western Continent, or Asia.

During the preparations for the "Ark Project", several secret prayers crossed most of the Eastern Continent to the Moon City and took away all the people in the city. However, the gray fog was also worthy of attention, so the Amons launched a fair and open vote.

In the end, twenty lucky Amons settled in Moon City amid the friendly farewells of the other Amons, and lived a life of asceticism, or boredom to death. Another twenty Amons will come after a hundred years.

Take over.

By the way, according to the latest message they sent, there was still no movement in the gray fog.

"They should have a grand memorial ceremony today." Thoth also whispered to Amon, "Go and take a look."

Following the Moon City natives, they bypassed three streets and passed two crossroads before arriving at a brand new residential area. After the secret prayers sent to the God-Forsaken Land reported the demographic statistics of each city-state, they built a new residential area for them.

The task of the residence was given by Thoth to the group of Stianos who obeyed Solomon's will and moved to the north. As a reward, Thoth also gave them several magical items made by himself - as a reward.

A high-sequencer on the path adjacent to "Artisan", although he cannot create magical items at will, he can use knowledge to influence some extraordinary characteristics or spiritual materials.

For example, the properties of a human-skinned shadow can be transformed by "Painted Skin" into a piece of paste that can be used to knead countless human face masks, and the properties of "Witch" can be transformed by "Gergez of Lydia" into a mask that can be worn on

The invisible ring and the "divineer" property can be transformed into a path-finding ball of wool by "Theseus's Maze" - their advantage is that the side effects are very slight, almost non-existent, and their disadvantage is that they are not as magical in the true sense.

The object is so stable and can easily return to its original shape when impacted by external forces, making it relatively "delicate".

The sky gradually changed from orange to dark brown, and the candles gradually lit up, illuminating the calm and solemn faces of the God-forsaken remnants. Thoth saw some familiar faces among them, such as Chief Hawks Frye of Silver City, who was promoted to

The trace of divinity he gained after becoming the "Silver Knight" delayed his aging, and three of the council elders standing next to him were replaced by young faces. The leaders of other city-states stood with them. Amon whispered

Tell Thoth their respective birthplaces.

Thoth raised the corners of his lips, "You remember it quite clearly."

Amon snorted, "Even if my father intends to use the power of 'fall' to protect his children, monsters are rampant in the land abandoned by the gods, and there is a demon wolf wandering around. I don't want my clone to take care of me - come and go, I also

I just remember these people’s faces.”

The crowd gathered more and more, each person holding a candle in his hand, like the stars in the sky falling to the ground. They quieted down and focused their attention on the respected people. As the representative, Hawkes Foley,

He walked up to a platform made of bricks and stones and solemnly spoke——

"We are lucky, a generation favored by God. Here, we praise the Lord for His mercy! Praise the Lord for His glory!"

People make the sign of the cross on their chests devoutly and recite the name of the true Creator.

"And the reason why we can see the light is because our ancestors never despaired, never gave up, always struggled, and persisted in exploration..."

"Those days of holding on in the darkness were hard and desperate. Monsters wandering in the darkness attacked the surviving city-states. The filthy and filthy food destroyed the originally normal body. The departure of companions and relatives made those who survived feel even more miserable.

Loneliness and despair..."

When talking about "companions and relatives", Thoth noticed that some people were crying silently, and there was also a trace of trance on Hawks Fry's face. Thoth thought of the pair of people who could form a circle when they were put together.

The animal bone necklace, I think of the knight who led the evil spirits to attack the Silver City, and the arm armor that the knight turned into after his death - so cold, so hard, no one would have thought that it was also a warm hand.

"Many of you are like me and the residents of Silver City. Our parents, brothers, sisters, and children died with neither peace nor tranquility. They died in the wilderness, died in pain, and died in

During the battle..."

"Most of us are used to death," Hawkes breathed a sigh of relief, "but after seeing enough people close to me die, the rest of life becomes a kind of torture, so that I occasionally think

…”

His lips moved, but in the end he was unable to say the second half of the sentence, because it was not something that a strong and steady chief should say.

It was obvious that he had lost his composure, but no one looked accusingly. There were tears in their eyes, and they all understood what the old man wanted to say.

Why am I the one who survived?

Thoth murmured unconsciously.

He thought of some things, things that he was not allowed to care too much about and were deliberately stuffed into the lowest level of his brain. The sounds of the messy pictures filled his eyes and ears, so that he couldn't hear what Hawks said next.

What.

Amon held His hand with a gentle force, like holding a feather.

"There are some things." After a long silence, He spoke with difficulty, "I don't dare to think about it, but I'm afraid that if I don't think about it for too long... I'll forget it. Are you willing to remember it for me?"

Amon couldn't hide the surprise on his face. He knew what a heavy gift this was, even more precious than those old legends - such a precious thing should be handed over to a born thief and liar?

Thoth looked at him calmly, waiting for an answer, but Amon felt dizzy for no reason.

"I thought you would go find your father. After all, you come from the same era and can understand each other better."

"But if I really go to Him, you will definitely blame me in your heart for not telling you anything."

"Don't make me sound like a child having a tantrum."

"Just say whether you want to know. Yes or no, just say three, two -"

"I think."