Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

"Moon City?"

When they heard this name, most of the soldiers reacted with confusion. The elders shared the information with them in time through spiritual links, and they realized that this was a city-state located on the edge of the Eastern Continent. It was too far away from the center.

It's so far away that it's almost forgotten by everyone.

"The people of this city have followed the Lord's will and guarded the border for generations, and the purpose of our trip is to reward and encourage them on behalf of the Lord."

Medici said this, and then he selected a group of elites to accompany them, bringing gifts for Moon City. A group of people mounted their tall horses and set off from the camp in a mighty manner, including the young master of prophecy. They walked through the city

and villages, passing through wastelands and canyons, and arrived at Moon City after a full month.

"This is……?"

He rubbed his eyes and looked tiredly at the gray fog rising from the ground and connecting with the sky. The fog was billowing like a standing sea.

To be honest, his condition after this trip was not good. At first, his friends thought he was horse-sick, but later they realized that his lack of energy had nothing to do with animals. He frequently dreamed of modern scenes, singing cicadas,

and gardenias, grilled skewers and cold shrimps, teachers and students, red pens and test papers... The girl wore a yellow jujube flower on her front, her always tough mother wept silently, her father slept peacefully with a face as white as paper, and the long-haired civet cat was there.

The ankles were spinning around... some were memories of the past, and some were speculations about the future. As soon as night fell, they came all at once. More than once, his friends heard his murmurs while indulging in dreams, thinking that he was contaminated.

There was something unclean, so I hurriedly performed a purification ceremony on him after breaking out in a cold sweat. Although it purified a lonely person, he understood the kindness.

"This is something that we cannot describe, and it is also something that my Lord ordered us to wait for." The high priest of Yuecheng said.

Medici asked: "Still not?"

The high priest answered respectfully: "I swear in the name of the Lord, we have been guarding here day and night, but the gray fog has never changed in the past ten years, and no one has ever walked out of it."

"I understand." Medici raised his hand to signal the driver to come forward, "You are cautious and fulfill your duties, so the Lord sent me to reward you. Covered with white cloth is the richest meat, which can strengthen the body, and covered with black cloth

What is covered is the sharpest weapon to defend our homeland. What is wrapped in red cloth is a holy thing blessed by our Lord. The Lord gave it to me. I repay Him with loyalty. Now I give this holy thing to you.

You should offer sincerity and faith to the Lord, the omniscient and almighty Creator.”

The high priest bowed to the red angel, and the people of Moon City bowed to the spokesperson of the Creator, "We will offer our sincerity and faith to the omniscient and omnipotent Creator."

After the handover, Yue Cheng took care of the team. Someone took advantage of the drunkenness and said half-jokingly, "Did anyone really come out from the other side of the fog?"

"Come out like a fish?" said a drunken hunter.

"Come out like a duck." A sailor from Moon City flapped his wings, causing a burst of laughter.

"At least in Yuecheng's memory, no one came out from there - the history further back is unknown." Anyway, this is not a secret, so the high priest said a few more words, "The Lord said,

If someone comes out of the fog, we have to tell him something..."

"What words?"

"Chernobyl."