Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

The white-rimmed crow standing on the branch of a tree tilted its head and fell to the ground, turning into a little boy with black hair and eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm drying myself in bed."

The Son of God blinked in confusion. As early as when He was born, his father had instilled in Him extensive knowledge: astronomy, geography, medicine, language, history, religion... He tried hard to run his little brain, but failed to get it out of the way.

The phrase "drying the quilt" was found in all kinds of knowledge.

"It is to use sunlight to kill the mites hidden in the cotton." Thoth saw his doubts and patiently explained, "If you don't get rid of the mites, they will bite people's skin... and over time, the body will become deformed.

It’s going to be full of holes.”

"Sheets and quilt covers should be washed and changed frequently... quilts should be aired frequently..."

The woman's chattering voice entered her left ear from the mobile phone and flowed out most of the time from her right ear. Meng Bai agreed, his fingers sliding impatiently on the screen. The sun was shining outside, and it was indeed a good place to bask in the sun.

The weather is great for quilts, but for young people in their early twenties, there are countless more interesting things than "drying the quilt", such as shopping, roller skating, drinking coffee... There are people playing games in the dormitory, and swords clashing.

The sound of bombs exploding could not be heard. Meng Bai took out his headphones from his schoolbag and put them on, continuing to listen to the woman's chatter.

"But you are a mythical creature." The King of Angels of the "wrong" path keenly grasped the loopholes in his words - this is his talent, as natural as a bat receiving ultrasonic waves, but it is also amazing to humans, "

Your blood is no different than poison to bugs, and even if they do cause wounds on your body, they should heal quickly."

Thoth came back to his senses and smiled slightly: "The most important thing is that the quilt that has been exposed to the sun will have the breath of sunshine...that is, the breath of your father."

Before becoming the "all-knowing and all-powerful Creator," he was more commonly known as the "Glorious Sun God." He was light, heat, vitality, and vitality, inexhaustible and inexhaustible.

The Son of God opened his eyes wide and seemed unable to understand why this action, which had no mystical meaning, was related to the supreme Father God.

"For a long time... no, not that long, just the few years before you were born, we lived a very difficult military career in order to hunt down demons and their henchmen. The demons are cunning and sharp, so we must be very

Maintaining covert movement at high speed, even though the warriors have the fighting spirit to destroy the enemy, their bodies will always send out signals for rest from time to time..." Thoth threw the last quilt onto the frame made of tied branches, took a breath and continued

Said: "For demigods, eating and sleeping are still not out of the category of 'physiological needs'. The climate in autumn and winter is humid and cold, and you can smell a musty smell when the quilt is wrapped around you. At that time, I thought, what if

It would be nice to take advantage of the sunny weather to dry up under the quilt... Of course, I didn’t have this leisure time at that time.”

"Ah, I have been talking so much, but I didn't notice that you have been standing under the sun." Thoth waved as if teasing a kitten or puppy, "I will go get some tea and snacks, and we will go under the shade of the tree together.

Let’s take a rest?”

A wonderful feeling rose from the bottom of his heart, making the Son of God feel dizzy. Suddenly, His mouth dropped, and his big eyes trembled violently. Thoth's heart "thumped" and he quickly asked: "What happened?"

?”

The Son of God shouted angrily: "Medici doesn't allow me to eat!"

With his immediate boss on one side and the son of his fellow countryman on the other, Thoth was at a loss by this sudden accusation, but he still forced himself to calmly ask: "How could it be? Master Medici doesn't seem to abuse children.

People..."

"He is!" Amon raised the decibel level, tears welled up in his eyes, and Thoth gasped and asked, "What happened? Do you mind telling me about it?"

?”

"I wanted to steal the liquid in His pot and taste it, but He discovered it. He picked me up and said it was not for me to drink!" The Son of God became more and more angry as he spoke, "Humph! Isn't He the Father?

Is there anything extraordinary about containing uniqueness with the help of God... I have that kind of thing too!"

"Pfft..." Thoth chuckled and touched the little head with fried hair, "The pot contains very spicy and exciting wine. A child of your age will only choke and feel uncomfortable if he drinks it.

"

"Well..."

"As for wine, let's wait until you have lived for eighteen years. Now we can drink some scented tea made from jasmine and daisy. If you come again tomorrow, we can drink coconut juice."

"What's so great about eighteen years..." Shenzi curled his lips, "I can deceive my own growth rate."

"Is that so..." Thoth's expression was a little subtle for a moment. To be honest, he thought the little guy was quite cute like this, small, soft, like a little black sheep.

"Your expression tells me that you don't believe me!" The little face of the Son of God bulged like a puffer fish. He was thinking about the words he saw in his father's holy book, "You... this, disrespectful blasphemy

Who!"

"Yeah, I understand, little lord."

The young prophecy master smiled and blocked Shi Angel's mouth with snacks.

Childish people may not understand the warmth and warmth of people's hearts and the ways of the world, but that doesn't stop them from having a clear mind. They can almost intuitively find out who likes them and who hates them, who is worth getting close to and who needs to be alienated, just like a bird finding a suitable place to build a nest.

That tree and the shoulders of the Master of Prophecy became the lair of the Son of God. Angels of Time would come to him almost every day and follow him around in city-states, wilderness, jungles and even the depths of the spiritual world, watching him complete various tasks.

Entrusted to pick up a cat from the tree, go to the poisonous jungle to collect herbs, escort the caravan crossing the wilderness, and remove the evil spirits left over from the war for the city... If he gets tired from walking, Amon will become

The crow nestled on Thoth's shoulder, with its head on his neck, counting his beating pulse and dozing off.

Days like this are very peaceful, so peaceful that it makes people feel a little incredible - Medici is one of these people who feels incredible.