Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

As night falls, butterflies come through the eternal night. They fall on the fields full of sleeping flowers and night herbs, changing as they please like mist, outlining the thin outlines and indifferent faces of young people in front of the goddess of the night, peeking into the secrets.

The eyes slowly opened from behind the constantly fluttering butterfly wings.

"Hermit." The host bowed politely to the guest.

"Night." Thoth replied slowly, carefully forming his words, "Do you mind if I call you Amani? I don't like to call others by their serial names."

"It's okay, Meng." The goddess of the night gave a friendly smile behind her veil, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "For ordinary people, being called by their first name is a common thing, but for gods, being called by their first names is a common thing.

Calling people by their first names is a luxury."

"Alex did say that your name is difficult to pronounce. Why is that?"

"Ordinary people... no, I should say extraordinary people below angels. If you call the name of the true God directly in the language of elves, giants or dragons, which can echo the extraordinary, it is tantamount to getting angry." The goddess of the night patiently said.

The newbie god explained: "I have the power called 'secret'. Ordinary people will disappear directly before they finish reading my name. If it is your name... they will probably be overwhelmed by the knowledge, right?"

"

"Okay, I remember."

The goddess of the night was amused by his serious tone, "Don't be restrained, just enjoy yourself."

Hearing the familiar English, Thoth showed a faint smile. The goddess of the night led this old compatriot whom he had only met a few times into the night mist-filled palace. A ray of light fell from the sky, and Thoth seemed to feel something.

The ground raised his head and saw a silver moon hanging alone on the dome - even though he knew it was an illusion, he still couldn't help but raise his hand slightly, wanting to touch it. The goddess of the night was considerate and did not make a sound to disturb, driving

Pour two cups of fragrant tea onto the spirit body.

"Amani, how should gods preach?"

After taking a sip of tea, Thoth revealed the intention of his visit - although the Creator was helping him establish an anchor point, he really couldn't accept favors from others for no reason.

"If it were an era of raging wars and disasters, as long as you take the initiative to show your power and kindness, and express your willingness to protect a territory, the weak creatures will automatically gather around. But now, in a peaceful era of recuperation, you'd better use

Some gentle and roundabout ways. Secondly, under the current situation where most creatures generally believe in the Creator, the preaching of the Earth, Dusk, Death, and the Bound Ones is relatively difficult. In order to avoid hostility and suppression, you'd better avoid them.

The core area of ​​sectarian activities..."

The goddess of the night spoke with a soft voice like a serenade. She used starlight to wave a map in the night, pointing out the locations of several city-states and small countries to the new gods - the old bonds made them a matter of course.

Allies, all support and win-over will come naturally.

"Well."

"What's wrong?"

Thoth's expression suddenly looked a little strange, "Someone seems to be pulling at me."

"Maybe there's something urgent. We can continue next time."