Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

A week later, it was the Sabbath again.

"The historian who recreates the legend, the invisible eye who pursues the filth, Thoth who belongs to the red of war..."

Thoth, who was nailing a bookshelf to the wall of the carriage, stopped hammering and asked in surprise: "Who is that?"

In this world without mobile phones, in order to facilitate communication, Thoth, as a Sequence 3 who could pray within a corresponding range, took an honorary name during the war. In this way, the speed of information circulation of each team could at least keep up with the transfer speed of the enemy.

During the post-war reconstruction period, although there were no urgent matters, any personnel changes would be notified to him first, and then he would notify the people around him - after all, it was impossible to trouble the Angels with everything big or small. As a mature person,

A saint must learn to take the initiative to take responsibility.

However, "calls" on the Sabbath are rare unless it is a very urgent situation.

"Hey, you haven't slept yet? Are you worried about growing taller?"

Just by hearing this tone, he knew it was Medici. Thoth rolled his eyes silently.

But...is it already very late? Thoth, who was seizing all the time to arrange a new home in the spiritual world, was completely unaware of the passage of time. He wiped his hands covered with sawdust on his clothes and asked: "Medi

Mr. Qi, do you have any mission?"

Medici's angry and funny voice came from the other side, "The Sabbath has not passed yet. How many times have I said that War Red does not exploit child labor."

"I'm older, thank you!"

"Forget it, I won't tease you anymore." Medici seemed to have sensed the other person's urge to run along the "telephone line" and kick his knees, and his tone suddenly became serious, "Have you ever seen a feather that is still alive?"

An unfinished little crow? Or a little boy with black curly hair, a broad forehead, big eyes, and a monocle on his right eye?"

"No, but this kind of child will never be forgotten after seeing it once."

Hearing Medici sigh with a headache, Thoth suggested: "Are you in a hurry? Do you want to find someone to divine?"

"It's probably useless, at least you can't take advantage of it at your level."

"Then I'll pay more attention."

"Lord, I confess to you that I seem to have lost your son. Although I have visited all the places I have passed before and asked everyone I can ask, I still don't know where I put him.

"

A kind voice sounded in Red Angel's heart: "Don't worry, Amon has my blessing."

"No, I'm not worried about Him," Medici said honestly, "I'm worried about the people or things He encounters."

The Creator who left the child to be taken care of by his own angel fell silent, and after a long sigh, he seriously put the child's education on the agenda - because the practice of setting one's hair on fire at the slightest disagreement now seems to be quite problematic.