Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

"Amon, this is Duke Abraham, Lord Bethel. This is Amon, the Angel of Time, the youngest son of the Creator."

Thoth naturally introduced the two parties. Although with the spiritual intuition of the King of Angels, Amon and Bethel would not be unaware that each other was at the top of the adjacent path, but social occasions always require additional language as embellishment.

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"Nice to meet you."

Amon showed a decent smile, "Your eye color is very similar to your great-uncle - could it be that blue eyes are some kind of fine tradition of the Abraham family?"

"You are so funny."

Bethel quickly realized what He was talking about and smiled slightly, "I heard about your deeds when I was a traveler. It's an honor to see your true face."

Next came the usual social part. Like any hospitable host, Bethel asked with concern whether the wine and food at the banquet were to Amon's taste. Then they took the wine glasses from the waiter's silver tray.

A polite toast to this wonderful evening.

The clear sound of clinking glasses was like some kind of signal. Angels and family leaders who were watching just now came to raise their glasses one after another. Amon also responded to the continuous greetings, compliments and tests with ease, his lips always

There was a hint of relaxed and joyful smile - although it was not clear whether he was rolling his eyes at anyone in his heart, but he definitely got full marks for his superficial skills.

"Look, that person is the son of the true Creator, the legendary Angel of Time..."

"Oh, He is so elegant and mysterious..."

"That His Highness looks so young. Standing next to His Highness Abraham, he looks like a child."

"Haha, it seems that way, but if you really want to talk about it, His Highness the Angel of Time is probably older..."

"Speaking of which, it is written in my ancestral classics that His Highness Amon should have an older brother."

"Really? There is such a thing!"

When the angels went to negotiate, their family members were not idle. While talking about the mysterious legends of the last era, they glanced at the big shot with excitement and nervousness. The atmosphere was visibly enthusiastic.

When Medici came to the scene, this enthusiasm rose to another level - intoxicated exclamations came from the mouths of the ladies and several men, which reminded people of the spring when all things multiply, and then they

Carrying hibiscus-like layers of skirts, she swarmed towards Medici, scrambling to greet her, invite her to dance, and recommend herself to pillows and mats - Medici was always open-minded in this regard, and the men and women who rolled over her bed,

There have been countless men and women in the past, and most of His romantic lovers have had sex with Him with the feeling of winning the lottery.

Amidst the envious and jealous eyes of everyone, tonight's lottery winners were born - a faceless boy from the Zarath family and a conspirator girl with maroon hair.

Thoth saw the hugging scene from a distance, because he thought the girl looked familiar and looked at her twice. Finally, he remembered that he had met her once at the station of the "War Red" Legion.

No, wait.

Three people...three people?!

So is Medici on top or below? Er, or sandwiched in the middle?….

The itching coming from the palm of his hand startled Thoth, and also interrupted the speculation that it was developing in the direction of sex. He resisted the twitching of his face and quickly grabbed the two sticks in an attempt to make him laugh out loud.

fingers, trying to create a serious expression.

"With so many people watching, don't make a fuss."

"But I'm bored."

The troublemaker said unreasonably that after Abraham, Amon dealt with Augustus, Trunsoest, and Blood Moon Queen Ornia.

Thoth sighed, "But it's only been half an hour, and you can count how many angels you've seen?"

Amon curled his lips in dissatisfaction, "But they all said the same thing, and it made my ears go numb."

A count wearing an exaggerated hat walked toward them, but halfway there, he suddenly showed a confused look. Then he changed direction and went to the dining table to get a piece of kidney pie.

The same was true for several other nobles who wanted to look familiar. Their thoughts of coming to chat were replaced by an empty sense of hunger - this hunger came from a male servant with a rolling throat and was transferred to their stomachs by the hands of thieves.

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"Okay, what do you want?"

"Nothing, I just want some music to wash my ears that are full of polite words."

A burst of light flashed from the monocle, and the light music echoed in the banquet hall, making people think of a deer jumping in the forest.

People who were satisfying their hunger and chatting thought that the dance had begun, so they found their partners and stood up in pairs.

Behind the black gauze curtain, the court musicians who were replenishing their strength looked at me and I looked at you, as if they didn't understand what was happening. This music was not composed by them. What they were holding were teacups and

Pie is not a trumpet, a harp or any other musical instrument.

"Let's move your stiff body by the way."

Rarely, Thoth raised a sly smile, bent slightly and stretched out a hand under Amon's surprised gaze. His expression was soft and sincere, and was dyed ambiguous by the flickering candlelight.

——Anyone who looks at her will have his or her heartbeat skipping a beat.

"shalledae?"

He spoke in the English he taught Amon not long ago, and reviewed the learning results in stages.

The onlookers around him made slight gasping sounds. The Hidden Sage always gave people a reserved and conservative impression. As the saying goes, "When things go wrong, there must be monsters." His initiative was like a trap, but it seemed rare because of its rarity.

Hard to resist.

"Let me tell you first, I don't know how to dance the women's step."

Amon put his hand on the palm of his hand, trying to cover up his lack of concentration by changing the subject - those purple eyes seemed to have been endowed with charm by a witch, turning into a sea of ​​tenderness, in which he would drown if he was not careful.

"It doesn't matter, I just know how to do it."

Thoth adjusted himself into a dancing position, with a smile of victory hanging on the corner of his mouth. Anyone could see that he was in a good mood.

At the same dinner party, some people were in such a good mood that it was visible to the naked eye, while others were in a persistently depressed mood, as if shrouded in haze. The former was like Thoth, and the latter was like Ornia - but you can't blame Him, after all, few people can escape when an angel defectes.

A member of the clan can still smile even when there is no news from him. If he does, it must be a forced smile...

Ornia didn't want to force a smile, nor did she want people to see her frustration. After a courtesy meeting with Amon, she left the social affairs to her cronies, and went to the dark and lonely place.

on the terrace.

The light of the red moon obscured His figure, and those who were fascinated by the God of Beauty returned in frustration after searching to no avail - but this was not a problem for the hidden sage who had the eye to peep into secrets.

"Your Highness Onya, you are well."

Facing the seemingly empty terrace, Thoth said tentatively.

The moonlight shining on the white stone fence floated for a moment, and then began to dance as if it had been given life, converging into Ornia's slim figure.

"Your Highness Thoth, nice to meet you."

Onya lifted the hem of her asymmetrical skirt, and he raised a charming smile, covering up the vague look of tiredness on his face.

Thoth did not intend to say any more useless polite words, and directly took out something from his sleeves. When Onya saw the thing, her blood-colored pupils shrank suddenly in shock.

"You...how could you do that?!"

A ring lay quietly in Thoth's palm. It was translucent and seemed to be made of blood-red amber, with a blood-red gemstone inlaid on the top.

The last time Ornia saw it was in the distant era of chaos, on Lilith's finger! As his subordinate god and his relative, Ornia felt the familiar aura from this ring for the first time in a long time.

——But how is this possible? In the divine battle in which Fregra and Kvasitun both fell, the ancestors also clearly...

Doubts came one after another, but Ornia suppressed the desire to spit them out. There was a lot of people not far away. This was not the place to discuss secrets.

He said tentatively: "Tomorrow at seven o'clock,

I wonder if you have time to visit Crescent Castle?"

Thoth nodded slightly: "I will arrive on time."

He placed Lilith's ring on the marble platform of the terrace, and then returned to the bright banquet hall, chatting and laughing with acquaintances as if nothing had happened. Ornia stayed in the cool night, carefully holding up the ring.

, and stick it to my heart religiously.

./hariot

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