Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

Smoke swirls.

Due to the particularity of the route, the palace of Hades was always filled with a rotten smell that persisted all year round. In order to make it look more like a palace than a cemetery decorated with gems, the slaves had to light various kinds of stones again and again.

It is a stick-shaped incense wrapped in herbs, but the fragrance and odor are mixed together to form an even more indescribable smell. If you are not born and raised here, it will be difficult to be in it without changing your face.

Facing the Emperor of Hades who was sitting on the golden throne, Herabergen maintained a faint smile - this was something that his two mortal enemies could not do. If it were Leodro, he would definitely wish for a strong wind to blow.

Blow away the stench and fragrance together, if it is Osykus...that's all, he simply cannot tolerate being looked down upon.

They stick to the superficial glory and never bow their heads, so they must not be able to do certain things. Helabergen thought, it is like they can only watch the true creator pick up his reason and act as a savior.

The survivors of the place where the god abandoned them gradually overlapped with the figure of the "ancient sun god" in the praise of believers. They were shrouded in fear that "they will eventually pay the price for betrayal", but they could only stare.

"The Dragon of Wisdom, the Dragon of Betrayal." Salinger said in a arrogant and sarcastic tone, "Why did you come to see me?"

"I am just impressed by the vastness of the territory under your jurisdiction, His Majesty the Underworld." There was no trace of anger on Herabogen's face. Even the faceless man would be amazed when he saw it, "Whether it is the primitive forest with rich products, the scenery

The beautiful Star Plateau, or the endless harvest plains and Hagati Grassland... the entire southern continent surrenders under your feet."

The word "entire" reminded Hades of the small seaside land shrouded by the shadow of Solomon's Order. The god's displeasure caused the surrounding temperature to drop a bit, the lights flickered for a moment, and Azik Eggers, who was standing aside, frowned.

Hang down and draw a prayer gesture on your chest, which is very pious.

"There's no need to repeat to me the same flattery you said to your old master."

The undead behind the throne let out a cold hiss, and Salinger knocked on the armrest of the throne with two knuckles, "What do you want, and why should I give it to you."

"The uniqueness of the 'Perfect' is in your hands, right?"

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The wonderful object composed of large and small gears exudes a restrained brass luster, floating above the palm of the hidden sage. The god who protects the land of wind and snow looks at his people, with expressions that are neither sad nor happy as the ice and snow melt.

It has a softer meaning.

An angel came up from behind and stole a snowflake that fell on the sage's hair.

Amon said: "No wonder Lilith is so generous to invite you with a copy of the 'Civilization Enlightener'. It turns out that she wants to take back the characteristics of the 'god of beauty' while eliminating the hidden dangers of pollution."

"Sequence 1 is exchanged for sequence 1, it's fair."

Thoth put this characteristic back into his sleeve, thinking that he would let it go to the palace of Minos later to keep company with another "enlightener of civilization".

In the dead Prince Kongdai, they discovered a "god of beauty" attribute and several auxiliary materials corresponding to it - for the vampires, this should have meant an additional opportunity to cultivate high-ranking people.

But due to the connection with the being on the moon, this characteristic has become something like Pandora's box. Although it is tempting, the danger is hidden, but how to deal with it is not something that Thoth and the others can intervene in.

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They are now standing on the terrace of the "Black Mandarin Castle" given by Solomon as a gift. This behemoth is circling in a leisurely manner over the north. This idea of ​​​​Amon came from Thoth in the glorious age.

Fairy tales told to Him about a girl who offended a witch, a fire that eats eggshells, a blond magician and a castle that can fly in the sky - but Howl's moving castle requires a lot of roaring devices

To provide power, the thief can make this masonry building float like a hydrogen balloon or land as lightly as a feather by cheating the poor laws of physics.

"Have I told you about that?" Thoth frowned slightly, "Antigonus accommodated the uniqueness of 'The Fool' not long ago and almost swallowed Zaratul."

After the war, the empire's top brass held a summary meeting, and it was at the meeting that Thoth learned this important piece of information.

"You said it." Amon added, "And the reason why Antigonus failed to do so is because the night intervened."

There are three ways to accommodate "uniqueness". One is to bring it with you at birth, which is the case of Amon and Adam; the other is to activate the "uniqueness" to a certain extent, then force it into the body and rely on the power of the past to suppress it.

, and it takes a long time to get used to it, which is Medici's situation; the third is to reconcile the "uniqueness" into an incomplete potion, and take it in conjunction with the simplified version of the ritual of becoming a god - which is also the only feasible situation at present.

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"At the end of the transaction, Lilith gave me a piece of news. Antigonus's simplified version of the ceremony was facilitated by Herabergen." Thoth breathed out, "With the other two guys who were dragging them to death,

In comparison, that old dragon is simply silent - but it creates quite a lot of trouble behind the scenes."

Herabergen also secretly contributed to the transformation of the original witch into a god. The weak witch back then was a major problem for Medici for a long time.

The "White Tower" path represents the "omniscience" in "omniscient and omnipotent". When you reach the "Erudition" stage, you can copy the extraordinary skills of other paths through analysis and learning, and when you reach the "Secret Master" stage, you can

Being able to use spells creatively - in other words, a high-ranking person on the "White Tower" path with sufficient knowledge accumulation can perform no less operations than a "shepherd" who herds multiple souls.

In addition, the "precision" brought by the computing power of the "White Tower" should not be underestimated. Thoth was deeply touched by this: when Alex was still an omniscient and omnipotent person, he could help him build a computer that was consistent with the information state and also

A body with complex physiological functions like ordinary people, but as the true Creator, even if He can use flesh and blood to build the shapes of some animals, they will fail or mutate soon - He is like a person who has lost his plumb and

Even if an architect with a spirit level can build a high-rise building based on his experience and feel, various small deviations will accumulate into big errors that are difficult to ignore and eventually collapse.

Although it was not clear exactly how Herabogen performed the operation, Thoth was not too surprised to know that it was Him who did it.

"Although Herabogen is trying to delay his father's return to his old position by provoking the Convergence War, if it is the secret three ways, we won't be able to fight for a while." Amon caught the look in Thoth's eyes.

With a hint of worry, he gently patted the back of his hand, "Compared to the top of the adjacent path, the unknown Lord of Mysteries is more worthy of fear - I think Antigonus and Abraham thought so too."

"This is also why Abraham gathered all the attributes but has not yet become a god - he is waiting for a safer time." Amon added, "We are all waiting."

"Can you...can you hear His undying murmurs?" Thoth vaguely noticed another meaning of these words, and asked tentatively.

"From a mystical perspective, my connection with 'The One' is indeed far more profound than Antigonus and Abraham, but my father has also influenced me over the years, prompting me to become an independent individual - so, don't worry

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"I think you should be more worried." Shi Tiantian adjusted his monocle and said something seemingly unrelated, "Recently, many large-scale tombs have been built in Balam."

"Using magnificent buildings to please the superiors is what Stiano is best at." Thoth didn't look too surprised and smiled softly, "It's just that in the past, we built upwards, but now we dig down...

Rather like a mouse that cannot see the light of day."

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"Do you remember those years when the sun god ruled the world?"

"His brilliance is so blazing and so arrogant that it cannot tolerate other existences. For Him, anyone who is not from the human race and refuses to swear allegiance to Him is an alien and can be exterminated. Your altar has been destroyed.

stoned

In ruins, your believers can only live a meager existence, unable to praise your name aloud, let alone please you with spices and support. Everyone yearns to go to the kingdom of the sun god after death, and who remembers that you are the destination of death?

?”

"And the Solomon he supported was as ambitious as he was. The Northern Continent could no longer satisfy the Black Emperor's ambition. His eyes were still looking at the Southern Continent, eager to take this fertile land with many gems, spices, and rare and exotic animals into his pocket.

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"Now that the true Creator has regained his consciousness, the remnants of the land abandoned by God have also been taken under His command, praising His mercy and praising His deeds, the Twilight Hermit will arrange this migration quietly... Yes, once upon a time

The angels of fantasy and angels of time who hate him also side with him. His power is stronger every day than the day before, and this strength will undoubtedly encourage Solomon's ambition to usurp the southern continent..."

"If we cannot form a joint force, the 'glorious age' in which He monopolizes the anchor point and the fertile soil will come again! This is indeed 'glory' enough for Him, but it also means that we will live like mice without seeing the light.

The days of…”

"We need to dismantle Him and defeat His supporters one by one..."

The god of knowledge and wisdom speaks in the thick and sticky incense.

"But even if the future you talk about will become a reality, the gift I give should be weighted and reciprocated." Emperor Pluto said coldly, "After all, that is a symbol of 'the only true god', not a piece of bones that can be picked up everywhere on the roadside.

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"So we can discuss it in more detail in the palace in the Amanda Mountains." Herabogen said with profound meaning, "The original witch who had her power stolen is no longer worthy of sitting on the same long table with us, and we are just right.

A stronger ally is needed."

So after a long period of wrangling and bargaining, Death and the Sun, two equally arrogant gods, finally reached an agreement - Stiano was able to obtain uniqueness without changing his beliefs, but as

In return, He needs to build twelve special tombs for the Emperor of Hades, and during the time that Stiano stayed in the Southern Continent, the son of the Emperor of Hades, the "Death Archon" Azik Eggers, must be taken back

To serve as a hostage under the Eternal Burning Sun.

The Emperor of Hades imposed a condition that upon completion, Stiano's entire memory of these twelve tombs would be taken away with an extraordinary item.

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"Honestly, if my clone who was in the spice business in the Southern Continent hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that the narcissist would give his beloved to someone else to work as a plasterer."

Amon made a grimace and said, "This is even more unbelievable than Ourolius swearing at people."

"Death and light, coldness and heat, if they can have a good conversation face to face, there must be a cool guy in the middle talking to each other - you know who I am talking about." Thoth paused, then sighed,

"Also, don't replace the white paint with ink just because the big snake won't yell at you or complain to your father. He has no other hobbies except painting."

"Okay, okay, I won't bother him next time." In this case, it's time to find another unlucky guy next time.

"Dear masters." The servant wearing a monocle came to the terrace, "Don't forget that tomorrow is the Founding Day - the first Founding Day after the God War. It is of great significance, even for my father who has been hiding in the shadows for a long time.

You will also be walking under the lights for the first time in a long time, so you'd better choose a decent dress."

"That's true."

Thoth responded while mentally mentally clicking through the products he planned to promote. During the time when the true Creator initially regained consciousness and was organizing the "Ark Project", He opened up all kinds of ideas for making money, one of which was

Arty aristocrats take advantage of the opportunity of contracting large-scale banquet and entertainment projects to sell cultural and creative products related to them.

Black Manto Castle fell back into the red pine forest. The owner of the castle moved from the terrace to the cloakroom. Several male and female servants wearing monocles took out hats, shirts, scarves and a

A small trinket. Although it is not as good as the kind of cloakroom that has to be lined up with numbers 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5, and all the clothes can be piled up to the height of a three-person noble, it is still enough to be called a dazzling collection.

"By the way, aren't you worried?"

Amon raised his chin slightly and asked a maid clone to take care of his scarf, "If the uniqueness of the 'Perfect One' really lies with the God of Death..."

"When I couldn't find it, I was prepared for it to fall into the hands of high-ranking people, including those three traitors." Thoth said lightly, "And the uniqueness cannot be touched until once.

Whether it can be tolerated is another matter, and whether it can become a god...ha."

This "ha" is worth to some extent Medici's ten sarcastic remarks.

"It would be great if you really think so."

"What do you mean?" "Has anyone ever said that you often come across as 'overly worried'?"

"You make me sound like a worried old woman..."

One piece of clothing was put on and taken off during the chat - this was mainly for Thoth. Amon had already changed into a blue and purple dress, and the clones were confused about "Which Thoth should wear?"

They all held different opinions on the issue of "the dress is most suitable", so they decided to "practice the true knowledge" - Thoth felt like he had become the protagonist of a dress-up game, with various robes, cloaks, shirts, and hairbands taking turns.

When he goes into battle, every time he wants to say helplessly, "I think this suit is good," the main body will fan the flames and say, "I think this suits you very well," and the clones will study it in a serious way.

For the other parts... another quarter of an hour passed.

During this period, the true Creator came to visit. He ignored Thoth's expression as if he had seen light and the hint of "hurry help me", and then picked up another piece of clothing and said in a kind and kind tone: "Meng

, this dress is a perfect match for you, put it on and let me see it - you can always trust the aesthetics of the East Slavs."

Thoth was speechless and choked. He suspected... no, he was sure that the father and son had colluded in advance.

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"Your outfit today is really eye-catching."

Many people said this to Thoth tonight - it was closer to a sincere emotion than a compliment in a social scene. After all, he had no pursuit of fashion before and almost wore several sets of robes in rotation to achieve "neatness"

Barely reaching the threshold of "decent" one.

After a long time, people can almost remember which colors and patterns there are, so that when a new style appears, they can't help but marvel a little.

He has been wearing a black velvet robe for a few days. It has a hint of water under the flickering candlelight. Dark patterns in the shape of feathers are looming on it, and strings of silver threads are embroidered on the collar, chest and cuffs.

The honeysuckle flower complements the silver crown ornament on His head composed of two elements: birds and thorns - the overall look is gorgeous but not extravagant, mysterious but not weird.

Bethel Abraham was the thirteenth person to say this. After saying "Thank you, you still have the same style" twelve times, Thoth was tired of it and decided to change it to a new line.

"Really? It's not in vain that I was tortured for more than two hours today."

The chief culprit who tormented him was exchanging taunts with Medici not far away. After the restart, Ourolius, who had grown into a young man, stood aside blankly, holding a glass of fruit wine and drinking it slowly, with a look in his eyes.

A trace of melancholy - maybe it's because I haven't gotten over the bad experience of replacing white paint with ink.

"The person who chooses your clothes knows how to discover your beauty." Bethel responded to the passive voice of this sentence with a subtle smile, "And you are willing to be tortured for a long time. I think it is either because of tolerance or because of

Because of expectations.”

Thoth blinked his eyes in embarrassment. He was right - the feeling of being dressed up was very fresh. Listening to the Amons arguing about how to match better, he couldn't help but be curious.

I wonder what kind of torture I will get, but fortunately the result is not bad - as the saying goes, "You can always trust Maozi's aesthetics." Maozi's son should be considered Maozi, probably.

The full moon hung high tonight, and a gemstone ornament shone brightly on Duke Abraham's asymmetrical collar. Thoth was briefly attracted to his eyes, and before he looked away, the other party naturally started the topic: "I

The stones you gave me were made into ornaments.”

It was a small piece of black stone - it looked black at first glance, but it glowed with colorful light under the moonlight.

"As long as it suits you."

"It's better to say that you are too polite. Closing a door is just a piece of cake for me. I don't need to send someone to send a thank you gift - and even if I don't exist, you and Amon can handle it."

Thoth smiled lightly and said, "That being said, you can settle this matter more neatly."

Duke Abraham did not buy his account, but said in a somewhat disappointing tone: "How long have we known each other? Two hundred years, right? Why bother with these embarrassing etiquettes?"

Before Thoth could say anything in defense, Bethel added: "You may not realize it, but when you intentionally keep a distance from someone, you will use honorifics, 'you', 'Your Highness', 'Your Excellency' and so on -"

-Oh, speaking of this, I'm afraid you have to thank you for not appending that long and dizzying list of honorable names to the back, the venerable, profound, and powerful hidden sage."

The sarcasm in his tone almost overflowed, and he was more provocative than a provocateur.

"Bethel," Thoth finally surrendered in the stagnant atmosphere, "Speak well and don't be arrogant."

When He called him by his first name, a smile finally appeared on Duke Abraham's rigid face.