Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

On the third day after waking up:

A war involving Sequence 0 and Sequence 1 must be extremely long-lasting and tragic. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a dark sky with no light from the sun and the moon. I saw many new faces in the camp, and many familiar faces missing, such as that

Miss Leia who always has insomnia, Hel who looks like a brown bear, Finn who has slender hands and feet, Leonard who can roast lizard meat deliciously, Uncle Quirrell who always treats me like a child, I like it

Miss Sandelaina who scares people with spiritual beings...I'm a little surprised that I can name so many people in one go, obviously I've only stayed here for less than three months.

Is it because the secret peepers have excellent memories? Or have they unknowingly formed a part of my life? But they were suddenly taken away from me, and their voices and smiles disappeared completely.

All that was left was a bunch of colorful extraordinary properties, some of which were fused with the weapons they had during their lifetimes to form magical items.

On the day of the baptism, the book with names and routes came in handy. After counting the number of people, a list of the deceased was compiled. The aftermath personnel would use the list to divine one by one whether these people had any relatives alive and who their relatives were.

Where are you? I haven't been able to do physical work these two days, so I came to help. I found that many of them brought their families with them. Some were buried on the battlefield together, and some died after the war.

Being alone, I don’t know which is worse.

I heard that the extraordinary people on the Path of Death have completed the requiem ceremony and the channeling ceremony together, and the aftermath work has come to an end in such an orderly manner and quietly.

I almost never saw anyone shed tears.

It turns out that death and loss are so common in this world, but surviving is such a lucky thing.

How many people have the people around me lost trying to survive? How many more people will they lose in the future?

Maybe when my bond with this world is deep enough, I will be able to cry one day, but tears should be left until the war is over.

I'm not strong enough yet, it's time to prepare for the next war.

"Young men, make way for me!"

There were more than a dozen blankets arranged densely on the ground. They were wearing brown linen hospital gowns and their bodies were more or less covered with bandages. Boys or men ranging from fifteen to thirty years old were clustered together in twos and threes.

The clothes that had not been washed for several days were piled up into a soft table, and they were holding their arms in awkward postures but with a warm atmosphere. Some were playing divination games with twigs and cards, and some were reviewing words in Elvish and Dragon Language, and sometimes

She muttered to herself, sometimes asking her companions to help her with back strokes, and it was very lively, but when she heard this high-pitched and thin voice, she knew it was the red-eyed Ravenna! The potion tasted like sour milk.

Here comes the nasty tigress! She will also watch you drink every drop of the potion, otherwise she will suck you into a mummy!

The bloody boys and men on the battlefield immediately recalled the fear of being dominated by the green bubbles of the potion, the fast, accurate and fierce bandaging techniques, and the bone-setting techniques comparable to killing pigs, and they were all silent.

He rolled and crawled back to his position.

Only one person didn't move.

Thoth's hand holding the chalk paused slightly, and then he drew out the wings of a bird. There were many animals, plants and shapeless monsters drawn on the small stone slab, and some Elvish and Giant words were scattered on it.

Like children's graffiti to pass the time, only Thoth knew that they were by-products of his own new "mysterious reappearance" magic. Although he tried intermittently many allusions from ancient and modern times to Chinese and foreign ones before the war began, he only had time to start with "Mysterious Reappearance".

"Alice in Wonderland", "Sheep in Wolf's Clothing", "The Nightingale and the Rose", and "Zhuang Zhou's Dream" created effective magic. Although combined with other extraordinary abilities, he can barely face the enemy head-on, but because of the fairy tale

The imperfection of the magic itself also caused considerable damage to himself.

What is surprising is that after becoming a spy, his memories of knowledge became more active. He read "Hundred Ghosts on the Night", "The Bible", "The Complete Collection of Greek Mythology" and "The Complete Collection of Egyptian Mythology" a long time ago.

The words and illustrations in "The Complete Collection of Nordic Mythology", "The Legend of King Arthur", "Grimm's Fairy Tales", "Andersen's Fairy Tales" and other books are all so clear that you can clearly see them! Taking advantage of his leisure time to recover from his injuries, Thoth decided to dig into the heritage of earth civilization.

, let them shine in this different world.

"Ha... should I say that I'm lucky that I didn't major in mathematics before? Otherwise, how could I have read so many miscellaneous books?"

"Purple-eyed boy!"

After receiving the examination, the others continued to do their own things. Ravenna didn't know when she came to him, with a serious look on her face.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm listening, I'm listening." Thoth quickly put aside the tome in his mind and quickly repeated: "The new pills are three times a day, three pills each time, right, I'm listening.

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"You said 'I'm listening' three times."

Thoth scratched his head sheepishly.

The fierce Ravenna saw the boy's shy and youthful appearance, and her sharp eyes softened involuntarily, "It's boring to rest."

"A little."

"Haha, let me tell you something interesting." There was nothing else going on, and the vampire girl planned to help the young master of prophecy relieve his depressed mood, "When Lord Pure White Angel came to support, in the big crack in the east

I picked up a magical mirror. That mirror at least has the status of a saint! It also has high intelligence and activity. It likes to play question and answer games with people. If you want it to answer a question for you,

You also have to answer a question."

"Has wisdom?" Thoth couldn't help but sit up straight, "Isn't that a sealed object?!"

Although magical items are widely used in military camps, Thoth has never had the opportunity to see the talking sealed item.

"Yes." Ravenna lowered her voice and winked, "That mirror was taken out by Lord Medici for fun. Why don't we go over and take a look while Lord Pure White Angel is not here? Anyway...

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"I have a personal relationship with Mr. Medici." Before he could say it, Thoth stood up suddenly, moved to the open space and ran through the "rabbit hole".

"Wait a minute? Aren't you a spy? How can you still open the door?!"