Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

Thoth soon discovered that he thought of Solomon too gently. In fact, the Black Emperor not only wanted to mess with people's mentality, but also wanted to do something special. After the bloody feast where several heads fell to the ground, he originally thought it would be fun.

The hedonistic nobles immediately faced mental torture that was like cutting flesh with a dull knife.

First of all, there were many Sequence 3 and Sequence 4 among those executed, which made the nobles realize that although this glimmer of divinity can serve as a certificate of a place in the upper class society, in the eyes of a god, the life of a demigod is still as worthless as a piece of grass.

Such a despicable person, let alone an Extraordinary who has not yet reached this level - this realization makes most nobles feel breathless and no longer have the intention to arrange the next social activities. Even the most charming ladies have no intention of thinking about what to do tomorrow.

What hairstyle and makeup to wear - even though they have little chance of contacting any pagans in purdah, if their father and brother do something stupid, even if they can escape the most severe punishment, they will definitely miss the life they enjoy now.

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"Musician, change to a cheerful tune." After personally turning the marquis and his eldest son into extraordinary characteristics, the Black Emperor said happily, "My dear friends, the music has started, let's continue dancing."

No one dared to disobey the emperor's order, so the nobles could only take steps as stiff as puppets on strings, forced a relaxed and comfortable expression on their faces, and played a full ten songs, as the clock struck twelve o'clock at midnight.

Just when people with sore backs, backaches and leg cramps thought they could breathe a sigh of relief, the emperor ordered again in a gentle and creepy tone -

"My dear friends, it's rare for us to gather together. Let's go hunting in the forest tomorrow. The deer meat and venison in this season are the fattest. I hope you can perform well."

So these poor bastards who were shaking like molted quails could only put on their riding clothes and boots with haggard dark circles under their eyes, pick up their bows and arrows, and put on their daggers. When they came back with their prey - they were pleasantly surprised to find that there was something missing.

Familiar faces.

Ordinary deer and deer are naturally powerless against groups of extraordinary people with extraordinary items nearby, and the territory of the Black Emperor is surrounded by the shadow of order. It is absolutely impossible for foreign enemies to invade silently. Combined with the bloody banquet,

With everything that happened, bad suspicions spread. The relatives and friends of those who disappeared did not dare to express their worries or sadness at all, and could only continue to smile and pretend to be calm.

If there is anyone who is completely unaffected by this depressing atmosphere, it is probably the angels. They participate in social activities as usual and handle their own private affairs as usual. On the night after the hunting activity, Medici, picture

Duo and Abraham started playing playing cards - this kind of gadget that was drawn one by one by the hidden sage in his spare time quickly became popular because it was easy to carry and did not require too many playmates. The two most popular ones are currently

The games are Blackjack and Devil.

In view of the fact that the expression "fighting landlords" was a mockery of the ruling class, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Thoth changed it to "fighting devils".

"His Hidden Highness always has all kinds of admirable and fantastic ideas in his mind." Alistar threw out a pair of ten.

"He did not invent this." Medici threw out a pair of Qs. "According to his own words, 'I just salvaged the wisdom of the predecessors from the turbulent waves of history and scrubbed it clean.'"

"Hiding is always very modest." Abraham smiled slightly, "But this does not deny the fact that He has fantastic ideas, just like not long ago..."

"Oh?" Tuduo cast an inquiring look.

"No, it's nothing." Abraham cut off the second half of the sentence as if he was deliberately trying to arouse people's curiosity. He returned to his usual prim and serious look, but it was not as natural as the Faceless Man and the Clown.

Tuduo changed the subject wisely, "Speaking of which, except for the dinner party the day before, His Highness Hidden has never been seen."

"You don't have to worry about that." Medici unceremoniously threw out a set of bombs and then dropped a set of straights, "He must be nesting somewhere with the little crow."

Thoth is indeed nesting and working at the same time - under him are a bunch of translucent tentacles made of time worms, which move slowly and rhythmically like ocean waves, and feel cold and elastic to the touch, much like the old days.

A certain kind of stress-relieving toy that was popular in the 1960s can keep people happy after hard work; in front of him stood the illusory and expressionless Minerva, and groups of data flowed out of this female half for him

review.

In view of the fact that the population in the north has been rising steadily and the number of people who believe in the hidden sages is also increasing, Thoth is thinking about a more convenient way to answer the prayers of believers. Based on the artificial intelligence of the old era, he made himself

The knowledge he possesses and the prayers he has handled personally for hundreds of years have been made into pieces of data, which are classified into the female half of the body called "Minerva", allowing her to continuously learn, imitate, and become proficient.

After a period of experiments, Thoth can safely leave matters such as "giving power to rituals or objects", "purifying pollution", "resolving natural disasters in a small area", and "first aid" to Him - after all, He

He can make mysterious reappearances of creations like the Blue Bird, White Deer, Medical Officer Bird, and Nitianfang just like himself. Each of the creations has different specialties, and together they can do a lot of things.

Of course, Thoth is not 100% assured. As a product similar to AI, Minerva's lack of emotion and humanity makes him sometimes less flexible, so he needs to pay attention and repair from time to time.

What made him feel good was that after checking the historical records of Minerva's prayers this week, he found no major problems.

How about simply connecting Minerva with the Labyrinth of Minos? When he was in a good mood, Thoth's mind was particularly active, and he began to think about how to make Minerva a qualified "AI steward", just like Ka

Norma in Serre Academy is the same as Moss in the space station. His mind will contain information about every extraordinary item in the Minos Labyrinth, and every loan must be approved by him with some kind of certificate.

A return must also go through His supervision, and these usage records will be saved in the form of data, which is far more durable than paper files. At the same time, He will also control the warning system of the Minoan Labyrinth. Once someone tries to do things not according to the procedures,

He will imprison or kill them...

"Dear Mr. Workaholic." Amon leaned over from behind. His lower body turned into a pile of tentacles made of worms, while his upper body still maintained a human form. "What do you think of treating me like a sofa cushion while being cold-shouldered?"

Did I behave appropriately?"

"Oh, I'm sorry." Thoth kissed His face affectionately, "Actually, I'm almost busy already. I was planning to go to the artificial lake with you to have a look. The craftsmen have spent so much effort digging holes to draw water.

If you don't go and have fun, you'll be sorry for the fruits of their labor - of course, I wouldn't mind doing something else with you."

Amon looked at him with inquiring eyes for a while, then suddenly laughed out loud, "It seems that you haven't been affected by the events of the past few days at all."

"Do you think I'm sentimental?"

The fraudster nodded very honestly.

"If I had to sigh every time Solomon cleared out a group of people, wouldn't I be worried to death?" Thoth shrugged, "It's just that in the past, Trunsoest and Tudor usually presided over some seemingly just trials.

, go through some seemingly civilized procedures, this time the emperor does it himself."

"Although it is said to be 'hands-on', there are still some differences in treatment." Amon said, "Some people's heads fell to the ground and died on the spot, while some people disappeared without a trace, and their life or death is unknown."

"What did you find?" Faintly aware of the showoff in Shi Angel's tone, the Hidden Sage asked cooperatively.

"Last night, the Marquis Montepan, Count Riemann, Viscount Hogmann and their eldest son, in short, the families of those unfortunate ghosts who disappeared, all received some envelopes. What do you think they contain?"

"I guess it's the tail left behind when they did certain things." Thoth smiled slightly, "For example, Monsterpan embezzled a lot of funds while responsible for building public facilities, and Riemann secretly engaged in population development with the Demon family.

Trading, another example is Hogman leaking the test questions for selecting officials to his in-laws to disrupt the fairness of competition..."

Amon pretended to be dissatisfied, "You've already said that, what else can I say?"

"Oh, I'm sorry - I got carried away." Thoth said as if he was listening attentively, "Then what advice does our Highness the Angel of Time have?"

"Also, Viscount Ward secretly changed the fields that were supposed to grow food crops into tobacco fields, Earl Edgar hid part of the taxes that should have been paid into the national treasury, and Marquis Wendell set up exclusions in the army's promotion process.

Alien level..."

Amon raised the corners of his mouth proudly, revealing the secrets of many nobles.

Few people know that the seemingly idle Hidden Sage actually knows a lot about his colleagues, including their family relationships, life experiences, processes of fortune, sequence, and even some shady and secret things - this

Pieces of information are stored in Minerva's body in the form of data and are actively being updated.

Originally, in the territory of the Black Emperor, those extraordinary abilities of long-distance manipulation would be restricted, such as the soothsayer's secret puppet, the thief's clone, and the secret-peeping eye. Solomon did not want his ministers to be too

Being super smart, He is more inclined to put the angels in a state where they are wary of each other, suspicious of each other, and never dare to act rashly - Thoth was originally in this state, until he told Amon about the true Creator.

Get back together.

As a result, loopholes were drilled into the Black Emperor's iron law, and the voyeuristic eyes projected their sights through these holes, and an extremely hidden intelligence network was quietly established.

"Although according to the intelligence, these guys who secretly crossed the legal bottom line of the empire did not collude with the heretics, but..." Thoth spread his hands, "Solomon wants to punish these national worms by punishing the traitors who collude with the heretics.

, who dares to say anything wrong?"

After a few days of nonchalantly participating in social activities, Thoth thought that Solomon's temper should have subsided and he could find a reason to resign. But just as fate insisted on giving him trouble, Solomon's attendant sent a message

After receiving the invitation and inviting him to the open-air sculpture area, Thoth's left eyelid immediately twitched twice - his spiritual intuition at the level of the King of Angels told him that there might be nothing good going on.

After Thoth greeted the emperor as usual and paid a few symbolic compliments to his magnificent new palace, Solomon also expressed his gratitude to him for maintaining the Obsidian Palace during the divine war. The thank-you gift included a plant from the primitive South Continent.

The extraordinary plants of the forest and a manor famous for its wine. When the envoy went to get the title deed of the manor, the king and his ministers started a new topic.

"Lord Thoth, what do you think of your anchor?" Solomon asked, "It is not your dependents, but ordinary people who do not have extraordinary powers and have not joined your sect."