Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

One month later, in an unknown desert somewhere in the northern continent.

About thirty Gaebians were trudging through the long yellow sand. Compared with the scientific name "Gabia", they are more famous as "Sons of the Wind". As the name suggests, they have no fixed abode like the wind, they are not wandering.

Just preparing for the wandering - counting the clothes and dry food, changing the strings of the bow and arrow, maintaining the musical instruments used for performing arts, selling the tapestries and shoes made during the journey, checking whether the compass is malfunctioning, etc.

"Damn it, so who was responsible for checking the compass before?"

At this moment when they were disoriented, tired and hungry, all the people in Gabia wanted to take out the careless bastard and beat him up, and scold him for why he didn't find a craftsman to replace a new magnet needle. They didn't know

, this predicament was doomed as early as 280 years ago: in order to smash the devil into pulp, a disaster witch summoned a large number of meteorites - although she herself also fell in this war, those who brought

Meteorites with strong magnetism are buried deep underground and remain to this day, disturbing all compasses and defeating every passerby's hope of survival. They vividly explain what "harming for thousands of years" means.

A Gaebian man was exhausted, and his knees gave way and he fell to the ground. The sand that touched his skin was not as hot as expected, but was moist with spring water. He was refreshed, and then he struggled to get up and looked far into the distance -

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There was a touch of verdant green among the arid yellow. If he hadn't just felt the moisture of the water, he would definitely have thought it was a mirage. The other Gaebians held their breath inadvertently, for fear of disturbing this hope like popping a bubble.

of beautiful scenery.

A white silhouette appears in front of the oasis.

"what is that?"

"Something is coming!" Someone raised a bow and arrow, "Everyone, be careful!"

"Wait a minute, that doesn't seem to be a ferocious beast..."

In a few words, the white animal came to a place only about ten meters away from them. The moment they saw its specific appearance, awe rose in the hearts of the Sons of Ziliu Feng.

It is a kind of awe of beauty.

This is a deer, a stag with snow-white fur and nine colors on his body. His eyes are warm and his posture is elegant. He is like the mount of the legendary god. Although there are good hunters among the people of Gabia, they also have a lot of hope in their hearts.

I can't think of making that white skin into a coat.

The white deer turned around and walked slowly back to the oasis. Lotus blossoms bloomed next to its hoof prints. The Gabyan leaders exchanged a few looks and then followed its pace.

The sky is dark, the snow is heavy, and the white mountains are dyed in the night, silent and solemn. Its name is Grotai, which means "shoulder of giants" in ancient language.

Six hundred and fifty years ago, there was a human village 800 meters east of the Grotai Mountains. One day, news came that a demonic wolf was going to wreak havoc here. Half of the people stayed at their homes, and half fled into the snowy mountains. The former died there.

On top of the ruins of their home, the latter rekindled their bonfire in the cold wind - they were called the Genuno people, which means "people of the snowy mountains".

The disaster forced them into the embrace of the snow-capped mountains, and during the long period of adjustment, they got used to the wind and snow, used to escaping from the world, and got used to falling behind. The advantage of doing this is that they no longer have to face the sharp fangs of the magic wolf, because they are more powerful.

They like to gallop on the warm and vast plains, disembowel their prey in dense settlements, and spread fear; the disadvantage of this is that it is difficult to obtain supplies, especially medicine, and a small cut from a branch is enough to kill them.

Today, a young Genuno man was injured. He caught a fox in a trap. The fox bit his hand while struggling. After washing the blood with snow water, he used a strip of cloth to kill it.

He was bandaged, but the skin around the two small holes quickly became congested, red, swollen, and secreted pus. Along with the unbearable high fever, he fell on the bed and could not get up again.

The pain made his usually sensitive senses blurred, so that he did not hear the sound of flapping wings, the sound of the wooden window being pushed open, nor did he see a white ball flying to the head of his bed in a very familiar manner.

, he could only let a long beak stick into his pale lips, like a young bird being nursed.

Something that was both bitter and sweet flowed into the mouth. The Genuno man unconsciously made a swallowing action, and then fell asleep again. His breath changed from the previous rapidity to long and steady.

The doctor bird used its claws to pull apart the cloth soaked in blood and pus on his hand, and made a tsk-tsk sound like a human being.

In the same month, many small changes happened quietly.

A pearl diver was thinking deeply about her husband who had not returned from a long voyage. It was not until a blue bird put a letter on her pillow that her longing that had been floating around for more than a month finally settled down.

In a mountain village located in a deserted land, no rain has fallen for several months. Just as everyone was worrying about the crops that were withering and yellowing, dark clouds gathered overhead and rain fell. Many people saw a snow-like woman in the clouds.

A group of travelers always wake up in the middle of the night after exploring the ruins. The screaming evil spirits are chasing them in nightmares. This kind of frightening and torture lasts for three days, but ends suddenly on the fourth night. In the dream, only

There are butterflies fluttering.

Although these encounters were limited to an insignificant person, a few people, or a dozen people, they have left a positive impression in people's minds, and the seeds of hope and trust have since taken root.

In the face of huge benefits, people often fail to correctly assess the risks they face out of luck, which leads to tragedy.

Pusuolo sadly felt that he was about to become the leading actor in a tragedy. He was in his youth when he was prone to passion. In order to see more scenery and pursue greater wealth, he followed the fleet to the Southern Continent.

With his identity as a "traveller" and a few impressive magical items, he was confident that he could avoid most dangers, so he entered the resource-rich primeval forest.

Then he was stung by a scorpion.

Before entering the forest, what Pusolo thought was: "If I encounter any danger, I will open the door and run." However, because he recently encountered a gargoyle that was as big as a hill, his perception of "danger" still remained.

Something so huge, conspicuous, and so ferocious that a scorpion, which can only be held by a water bowl but is poisonous enough to knock down a bull, was overlooked.

Ten seconds later, Pusolo teleported himself out of the forest, and then fell down on the dry grass with a "plop". He tremblingly reached for an antidote and drank it, but found that there was no improvement. The toxins made his skin change.

His body turned a horrible purple color, his limbs began to swell, his eyes began to dim, his ears began to ring, and his breathing gradually became difficult... He clearly realized the fact that he was about to die, and he had not even had time to have a romantic relationship or marry a man.

Beautiful wife.

Perhaps God heard his regrets. Pusuolo felt someone gently hold up his upper body and poured cold liquid into his mouth. After several hard swallows, his stagnant respiratory tract began to become clear.

, the health that should have evaporated has settled back into the body.

"Adjust your breathing, sir." A hazy-sounding but convincing voice said, "Exhale through the mouth, inhale through the nose, yes...that's it."

After taking a few regular breaths, Pusuolo felt that his former sharp-sighted self was back. He was trying to see his savior clearly, but he was wrapped in a tide of sleep. Before falling completely into a dream, he heard

The last sentence I received was: "The dose seems to be too high, so it will cause some sequelae - you will probably fall asleep in a violent sweat for about three hours."

"But don't be afraid, I will watch you."

A crow landed on Psolo, who was sweating profusely. Thoth stretched out his hand to it, and it jumped on the back of his hand.

"Even if someone falls asleep, they shouldn't be used as a footrest by you."

The crow shook its wings, just like a human shrugging, and said, "I thought you were busy preaching in the Northern Continent."

"I'm here to save a fortune."

"Hey, which group of lucky people will get your gift? The wandering Gebia people? The Genuno people in the north? Let me do the math... It has been less than three months since this group of people believed in you, right?"

Thoth said calmly: "To be precise, they have not believed in me yet, and what I have gained today will probably not be used until a long time later."

"Then what are you doing these days?"

"Let people know that there is a kind of wonderful, kind-hearted creature in the world that can solve certain difficulties." Thoth smiled slightly, "This knowledge will lay the foundation for the spread of the name 'Hermit'."

"Wait... don't tell me that you haven't decided on your honorary name yet."

"Oh, thank you for reminding me. The one I took out before can no longer be used."

The crow was speechless for a moment, and then muttered after a long time: "You are really not in a hurry at all."

"Whether you are chopping firewood while sharpening your knife, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry." Thoth picked up his lyre, "And today is a good day to play the lyre and sing, so why do you think so much?"

The sun danced on the strings of the piano, and the wind hummed along with the music. The crows jumped into the crooks of His crossed legs and huddled together comfortably.