Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

"Teacher, welcome back! The room where you take your lunch break has been cleaned by maids, and everything remains as it is!"

"Thank you, Dean... hmm?"

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"Teacher, what's wrong?"

"My piano..."

"What's wrong with your piano? Let me take a look. Well, Aunt Maggie has cleaned it very well." The young son of the consul plucked the strings. "The sound is still so crisp."

"No, it's nothing." Thoth wisely did not mention it again. In fact, it was not the one he used when he learned from the musician two months ago. Its body was made of glossy rosewood.

There are exquisite honeysuckle patterns carved on it, and the strings are not ordinary metal - in the eyes of the voyeur, there is some spirituality left on it. Thoth traced the information a little and found that it was made of the silk of the giant widow spider.

Yes, to twist those impossibly thin silk threads into a string as thick as a piano string, it takes about fifteen processes, during which countless manpower and material resources are spent, but the finished string will not be broken even after fifty years.

It has some wear and tear and can be described as a fine instrument.

Although it was not his own money that was spent, when he thought of those astronomical figures, Thoth felt a pain in his flesh. After thinking about it for a moment, he asked cautiously: "Where did this come from?"

There was a small hum in the air, and the little god appeared on the bed, shaking his little feet without shoes.

"Father gave it to me. In exchange, I went to catch two spiritual predators." The little god bit his lip in displeasure, "You don't think I would lie about such a trivial matter, do you?"

After quietly casting "Pinocchio" and discovering that the little guy's nose had not lengthened, Thoth blinked guiltily, "I just think this piano is very expensive... It's probably the most expensive piano I've ever received in my life."

One of the things.”

This is a sentence with a very vague meaning, but there is no lack of authenticity. The little god looked a little happy, and almost said with a bit of excitement: "Do you think this can be exchanged for a pile of gold coins or extraordinary materials? This is a festival.

The holy artifacts cannot be sold, and will only be given to certain devotees of my father in extremely rare circumstances, and a lot of troublesome paperwork will be required to prove it... Why does your face look so bad?"

"Well, I won't be caught in jail for hiding a sacred weapon, right?"

"Why do you, a true god, have to be afraid of such a trivial matter?" The little god almost laughed angrily, "Father stipulated that no carvings can be added to sacred vessels, so I put a pattern on them to distinguish them."

"Thank you, I like it very much."

Thoth touched his head as usual, but the little god was not happy. He hesitated for a long time, then opened his mouth, but said nothing.

The budding humanity and a few days of observation made Amon realize some facts that are still difficult to understand: Although Thoth is still as gentle, open-minded, and even talkative as before when talking to others, he is silent when he is alone.

It would be almost deathly silent, either in a daze with eyes open, or sleeping with eyes closed, or immersed in writing - writing things that no one can understand, often sitting for more than ten hours, until the nib of the pen is sharpened and repaired, and the ink is exhausted.

The bottle is full and empty, the manuscript is growing tired and taller in hand, the sun outside the window is getting lower and lower, and the day has passed like this.

Thoth even forgot to eat, but he clearly loved eating before.

He forgot the sweet coconut water, the smoky grilled fish, the crispy fried potatoes, and the colorful fruits in the refrigerator. All the vivid ups and downs left Him, leaving only

A body so busy that it becomes numb.

The Son of God suddenly felt scared.

"Yao and Shun were both descendants of Huangdi, and their capitals were in Taiyuan. Taiyuan and Zhuolu were both in the territory of Jizhou, which shows that they were also members of the Hebei ethnic group... Yao reigned for seventy years. He was old and tired, and wanted to give way to Siyue.

.The Four Mountains resigned. Yao ordered to recruit noble relatives and alienated and hidden people, so everyone complained to Yao about Yu Shun... When Yao was ruling, there was a danger of floods. Yao asked the people, and they all raised Gun, and Yao ordered Gun to rule it. 9.

After years of failure, he killed Gun and used his son Yu..."

"There are seventeen masters of the Xia Dynasty, which according to later generations lasted for more than 400 years. "Historical Records" says: After Yu established the world, he recommended Gao Tao to heaven and planned to confer him with the throne. Gao Tao died, which was beneficial

, the government was entrusted. When Yu’s son Qi Xian, the princes returned to Qi instead of benefiting him, Qi then succeeded to the throne of emperor..."

Ancient knowledge rises and falls like a tide, and things that have been dormant for a long time also wake up.

The dim light in the white tower began to distort, and shadows in strange clothes appeared among the bookshelves and tables and chairs. Some were working hard, some were determined to die, some were drinking wine, and some were roaming the world... full of different emotions.

The sound covered up the rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper. Some sighed because of gatherings and separations, some scolded because of the confusion of right and wrong, some cried because of the world, and some laughed with pride...

"The Shang Dynasty flourished in the West...well."

Those weird illusions shook for a moment and then disappeared.

The angel of time climbed up on the table and tried to feed the hermit, stuffing the sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy food into the body again. Thoth was stunned for a moment, but did not move away.

Everything seemed to have returned to its original calm, and He began to work and rest as regularly as before. Under His careful teaching, the other son of the Archon shined in the sports meeting, and He formally bid farewell to that family at the end of the year banquet.

, His piano skills became fluent and proficient after long-term practice, and he gradually became familiar with the kings of angels, and they got along quite harmoniously. He would always share the endless fruits with Ouro Lius and Ouro Liu.

Si will also give Him some good luck in return.

Over time, Angel has also grown from a small bunch to a tall one, with the slenderness of an adolescent whose muscles cannot keep up with the growth rate of his bones. Perhaps in two or three years, he will be able to surpass him in stature.

But history will always be written one day.

The bright five-star red flag slowly rose on the Tiananmen Gate Tower, and the crowds of people burst into thunderous cheers. The glory of the emperor has passed, the shame of the separatist regime has been washed away, the pain of the war has been healed, and a new history has begun.

Thoth drew the last full stop on the page, and all the manuscript papers were stored in a certain bookshelf in the White Tower.

While Ourolius was painting under the bitter orange tree, he suddenly realized that no one would bring fruit to eat today.

The sea breeze inflated the sails of the ship, taking the travelers from the dock of the King's Court of Giants to the northern continent.