Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

January 17, Year 2 of the Creator’s Calendar

Congratulations on successfully finding the missing child.

That night, my fellow villager gave me another dream and apologized for Amon. But in fact, I was the one who should apologize more, because I neglected the safety hazard when placing the Minoan maze. I should have added seals, three layers inside and one outside.

The three-story kind.

The fellow sighed with a headache, saying that this level of obstruction would only encourage Amon's interest in tinkering with something. By coincidence, he was digesting the extraordinary characteristics of the "Decryption Scholar" (it turns out that the only way to become a spirit is to

I have to digest the extraordinary characteristics from one to nine honestly), so I will invest more energy in solving some problems in a targeted manner.

Then as an elder brother, can't you just keep an eye on it?

The fellow shook his head sadly again and said that Adam would only deal with all the "crime scenes" through clever arrangements before Amon got into trouble - such as having his hair burned off by Medici or being struck by a thunderbolt from Leodro.

, will not stop Him from doing anything.

So when you first gave birth to your child, did you have the awareness to take care of your child?!

It was a windy and rainy Wednesday, even more unsatisfactory than the gloomy Tuesday. The clouds were an inky color that was too thick to be melted away. From time to time, they were split and closed by white lightning in the shape of branches, and there was a heavy rain.

Down below, it seemed like there were thousands of drumsticks pounding against the mountains and rivers... In short, it was bad weather that was not suitable for traveling.

But no matter how bad the weather is, it cannot affect the spirit world. Those strange creatures have been wandering leisurely in the rich colors and light mist that are redder, redder, bluer, blacker and darker for ten years. Among them are

A huge, shaggy-haired, unfamiliar face burst into laughter from time to time. The rectangular car was connected behind the ghost face, and the sound of voices faintly leaked out from the spliced ​​car curtains, and was quickly covered by the wheels.

The crunching sound was drowned out.

"Where did you put the Minoan Labyrinth?"

"Somewhere else."

"Give it to me to play with."

"no."

The little boy with black hair and eyes pursed his lips, "I'm obviously still close to finding the bug."

"Let me tell you," Thoth sighed, but did not stop writing in his hand, "You have spent so much time digging into bugs, what can you do if you spend a little time arranging backup plans? You didn't think about it.

Have you ever been in a situation where you couldn’t get out after going in?”

In such bad weather, which was not suitable for travel, Thoth was staying in his new home in the spirit world to handle paperwork. Every half month, he would write down his missions and then hand them over to Lord Lucius, who was directly under the Cherubeus.

One and several other Beyonders on the Reader path are responsible for archiving all tasks in chronological order and the level of power involved, and sending their respective spirit world messengers to ask for relevant records - "Red of War" just like Impermanence asks for life.

It can be said that they are the focus of attention. This elite team, with most of its members belonging to the "Hunter" path, has no resolute style on the battlefield when it comes to paperwork tasks. It is like a group of naughty students who will never hand in their homework until the deadline. They are really out of touch.

Only when I can't put it off any longer will I recall that I "did x thing on x day, x month x day, x year, need to pay attention to xxx", and write a few sentences about attitude according to the above sentence pattern on paper of different sizes and with corners that look like dog gnaws.

The perfunctory writing and the sloppy handwriting almost made several readers want to smash them to death with the dossier.

This perfunctory attitude finally angered Lord Lucius. The old "prophet" who was over fifty years old walked into the "Red of War" on a Sabbath that was originally suitable for playing cards, copying a stack of mission records that were terribly written.

In the tent, his shining forehead reflects the light of self-restraint and self-respect.

"Have you realized the importance of 'recording'?!" the old man shouted angrily, "Although the war is over, the impact of the extraordinary power raging on the earth cannot be achieved by one or two actions.

Eliminated! They are things that are dead but not rigid. They often hide and wait until they revive ten or twenty years later. Although it is difficult for us to accurately predict whether and when the extraordinary power in a certain place will revive, there are some

By keeping a record, you will be more prepared for emergencies in the future! Even if you don’t think about yourself, you should think about future generations!”

On that day, the hunters of War Red were baptized by the old man’s spittle. According to Thoth’s words, the spittle sprayed like a machine gun, click, click, click, and the hunters recalled the blood and flesh of Bishop Rose.

The fear dominated by bombs is the same, with the same intrusiveness, and the same nowhere to escape.

By the way, Lucius was a sailor when he was young. He was promoted from sea singer to prophet because of the shortage of potion materials, which means that he inherited the violent temper that belongs to the "wrathful people".

"Can't you learn from Thoth?!" the old man said sadly, "Cut the paper neatly and write neatly! Don't wait until the last day to finish it in a hurry! Isn't it good to finish the task early?!"

Thoth blushed unsatisfied, like a primary school student who came to the stage to receive an award for the first time.

Then he drifted away, forgetting this matter because he was busy decorating his small home. He was still complacent about the newly installed bed, but then he received a series of life-threatening calls from Mr. Lucius.

"I'm sorry!!! I was wrong!!!! I'll--"

Thoth began to write furiously, but unexpectedly, two little heads, one black and one gold, stuck out from the opened door curtain. One of them pretended to adjust the monocle that did not match his face.

Ugh...can I really finish the report successfully?

The young prophecy master was speechless and choked.

Fortunately among the misfortunes, at least so far Amon has not had any mischief intentions. He just stepped on the small bench to watch Him work, while trying to distract him with words. Adam stood in front of the bookcase and read scrolls with various covers.

It seemed that he was attracted by the random graffiti and scattered words and sentences on it. Overall, the scene was quite peaceful.

Amon said nonchalantly, "Adam will look for me."

"But didn't He almost miss you this time? If I were you, I'd leave a few clones outside. If the main body doesn't come back for more than twenty-four hours, I'll go find you." Although he was busy, Thoth endured.

He couldn't help but poked Shenzi's forehead, "Safety is always the most important issue. Leaving a few extra backup options is absolutely, absolutely, absolutely - nothing wrong!"

"I know, why did you say it three times?"

“It’s right to say important things a few times.”

The Son of God's two little white lotus-like arms were folded on the high table, with his fleshy little face resting on them. His obsidian eyes stared unblinkingly at the young face of the Master of Prophecy, as serious as a head.

Thoth occasionally caught sight of the little beast he was hunting once. Although he didn't know what the naughty kid was going to do, he let him look at it generously - at least for the overly lively Amon, it was a moment of peace.

It's not easy, he should take this opportunity to speed up his work.

The tip of the pen rubbed against the damp paper, making an increasingly intensive rustling sound.

"Weird guy." Amon thought like this, but couldn't explain why it was strange. He could only be sure of one thing. No one had ever spoken to him like this before.

Try stealing his idea?

The young mythical creature stretched out his little hand, trying to grab that strand of thought, but at the moment he was about to succeed, he felt his gaze.

The gazes coming from all directions were so overwhelming that it was suffocating.

One by one, indifferent eyes suddenly opened in the small room, spreading knowledge and information with their eyes. Endless information came like an overwhelming amount of information - for the first time since birth, the Son of God felt what fear was.

The moment his mind went blank, time stopped, his sight disappeared, and the torrent of information also disappeared.

The tall man appeared behind Thoth, and his shadow cast on the writing, but Thoth was still writing hard without shifting his gaze.

The Son of God said in astonishment: "Father, why do you..."

"Don't steal his thoughts." The Creator rarely said seriously to his young son, "His essence is too vast, and he has not yet realized it and cannot control it."

After saying these words, He disappeared. To Thoth, it was as if no one had ever entered this place. He just finished writing the mission record with flying colors and summoned the spirit that belonged to Lucius from the void.

The world messenger sent over this late work and his sincere apology. The master of prophecy stretched out in relief, using his fingers as pen and spirituality as ink, he sketched a "rabbit hole" in mid-air.

"Well, the rain has stopped."

The bright sunshine passed through the "hole" and cast light spots on the table. Shenzi, who became uninterested because he had not stolen anything, called his brother and planned to go somewhere else to have fun, but was stopped by the owner of the house.

"I thought about it carefully and realized what I just said was wrong."

"What?"

"If you want to go to a dangerous place in the future, you shouldn't go in by yourself and leave a few clones outside. If something goes wrong, go to the adults - it's the other way around: let the clones explore the way for you, and you'll be there yourself.

Wait patiently outside and make sure there is no danger before going in."

"Oh...I know."

"After all, adults can't be relied on all the time." Thoth yawned and kicked off his shoes, "Goodbye, I'm going to take a nap now."

He lay down on the soft bed without any scruples, and vaguely felt something soft touching his face. The sides of the pillow sank slightly, and finally the whole world became quiet.