Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

Thoth, who was placed in a secluded tent for observation, was dreaming. He had one dream after another. The dream scenes were cut into one frame after another. Some of them were Meng Bai, who was wearing one-piece pajamas, watching under the quilt.

On the mobile phone, some are Thoth wearing armor of thorns stabbing the demon's throat with a long sword, some are Meng Bai pedaling his bicycle with his earphones plugged in, rushing across the deserted road like the wind, and some are Thoth subconsciously looking at the red-haired man, reluctantly

In front of the man who can be called his boss, he stood up with his chest raised, his head raised, and his abdomen tightened, as nervous as a primary school student... In his dream, winter turned to spring, the sun rose and the moon set, the heat and coolness were all so clear and palpable, every one of them could be felt.

Comparable to the real world, he looked at the black-haired and dark-eyed Meng Bai for a while, listened to the rustling of books on his fingertips and the sonorous music in his ears, and felt the mellow aroma of coffee in his mouth;

Looking at Thoth with black hair and purple eyes, he could smell the blood smell getting stronger and stronger on his body, hear the sound of bones breaking and being forcibly connected in his body, and feel the pain in the tiger's mouth due to holding the weapon for a long time.

It hurts to have a perm... They are all fresh, vivid characters who have left their footprints in the world, but they are so different that they seem unable to coexist.

He stretched out his hand, sometimes trying to touch "Meng Bai", sometimes trying to touch "Thoth", but it seemed that he could never make up his mind.

A soft sigh came from the depths of the dream.

"My friends, aren't they all you?"

The sunlight that slipped in through the gaps in the leaves followed the fluttering eyelashes and cast a dark crescent moon in the lower eye sockets of the young man. He slowly and blankly opened his eyes, and the tall Russian man was looking at him with concern.

"Alex? Didn't you go back to St. Petersburg?"

"The ticket has been changed. Why are you sleeping on the bench? You'll catch a cold."

Only then did he feel that his body was a little stiff. He was still holding a cup of ice cream that he had bought at some time. Looking at the mess that had been unconsciously stirred by the spoon, he was not in the mood to eat it, so he just threw it into the trash can.

"Alex, I just had a very strange dream..."

He rambled on about the bizarre dream, the magical and strange extraordinary power, the comrades who ate and lived together, the magic derived from fairy tales and fables, the tall red-haired boss, the battlefield where bones were piled up, and that

Wearing armor and killing the enemy... The Russian didn't say a word the whole time, but his eyes were always focused on the Chinese boy. He was really a conscientious listener.

"I really... It's hard to imagine that the brutal guy is me." He smiled bitterly, "I'm just a helpless student. If I could really penetrate into that crazy world,

, he must be a scumbag with only 5% combat effectiveness, right?"

Alex suddenly asked: "The path you are on, Sequence 8, is called Fighting Scholar, right?"

"Ah, yes."

"Sequence 7 is called a wizard, right?"

"Um."

Alex asked again, "Have you seen the movie called "The Lord of the Rings"?"

"I've seen it..." He was startled for a moment, and in his mind he pictured an image of an old man with a big eyebrow and a beard, who picked up a wand and beat an orc violently, and then laughed out loud under Alex's meaningful eyes.

"So [Combat Scholar] [Wizard] = Melee Mage? It's a reasonable development." Alex said seriously, "This can also explain why you can perform so fiercely on the battlefield."

"Pfft, it turns out that I unintentionally carried forward the fine tradition established by Mr. Gandalf...!"

"Everyone has their own unexpected potential." After the joke, Alex said gently, "Just like biological traits, different potentials will be stimulated by different environments, just like a weak woman will face the thugs to protect her children.

Smooth people will lash out at their enemies when their bottom line is violated, children who have lost their parents will mature quickly in the wind and rain of society, and coal will be reborn under the heat of high temperatures and turn into brilliant diamonds."

"But you have to remember one thing -" Alex's expression suddenly became serious, "Although dark coal has turned into bright diamonds, both are essentially a collection of carbon elements, and they have not turned into magnesium or aluminum.

, turns into any other element, it is always carbon.”

"So Thoth is Meng Bai in another environment, and Meng Bai is Thoth in another environment." He suddenly realized, "They are the same person!"

"That's right, my friend."

Alex showed a happy smile, and he gradually shrank into a small dot in Meng Bai's field of vision, swallowed up by the white halo, like a grand farewell. But Meng Bai always felt that whenever he felt at a loss what to do,

When the time comes, his figure will appear.

They will definitely meet again.

Thoth's fingertips trembled inconspicuously in the corner of Ms. Ravenna's eyes, and finally slowly and difficultly grabbed a corner of the quilt, and finally opened his eyes with a vague exclamation.

He seemed to have had a century-long dream, all doubts and confusion were submerged in the white halo. When he woke up, he felt refreshed and only had one firm thought -

Me! I want to become a melee mage of the Mystic Path! The kind who can punch and kick demon wolves!

Spells and physical skills should be grasped with both hands! Only in this way can I survive on the battlefield with a more tenacious attitude and survive until the day I wear it back!

The high-spirited fighting spirit burned in the heart of the young man, and then he heard a noisy voice coming through the gap in the door curtain, "Okay, okay, Snake, I promise you will be very peaceful these days! A sleeping charm every day, right? Myself

If you know how to use it, stop staring at me!"

Ravenna, who was checking his condition, sighed sadly, "Lord Angel of Destiny is right to worry more. Although the hunter path is rough and thick-skinned, I can't help Lord Red Angel doing this! Alas..."

·Although He has no choice but to do so." Then he told Thoth with a serious face, "You are just a delicate and frail spy. Although you were trained by hunters, you must not learn from their fists to meat knives.

Bloody fighting style, do you understand?! That’s suicide!”

The master of prophecy who had chopped off demons one after another shrank his neck like a chicken, guiltily shelving his ambition to become a melee mage, and after being observed for two days, he moved to another camp that was more crowded and lively.

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