Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

A man with a skin color like beeswax and hair color like red maple was walking alone in the desert.

The sun was so venomous and the gravel was so hot. He should have felt dry, exhausted, and staggering, but his steps were as light and steady as an antelope - something that ordinary people and even most low- and mid-sequence extraordinarys could never do.

, and the reason why he can do it is because he has already broken away from the category of human beings. Perhaps it is more appropriate to refer to him as "him".

His name is Arnold. From a secular perspective, He is the patriarch of a Gabeian people, the father of three children, and the grandfather of five children; from a mysterious perspective, He is a voyeur of secrets.

An angel in the Human Path Sequence 2, a retinue of the Hidden Sage - and at this moment, He is walking in the desert in the latter identity with a heart of awe.

Arnold's toes were always pointing firmly in one direction. In the eyes of ordinary people, there were only sand and cacti there, but in his eyes, there was a mist that could not penetrate even the sun. It was the door to the kingdom of God. The invisible pupils had already been

After confirming the identity of the visitor thousands of miles away, the thick fog slowly parted the moment Arnold entered the country, revealing a vermilion tower. Although its style and shape were completely different from any existing building in the world,

But after adapting to its uniqueness, anyone will realize its ancient beauty and dreamlike beauty.

But in ancient legends, such gorgeous buildings are bait for monsters - when people come close and want to take a closer look, it will swallow these stupid prey into its belly.

The wooden door had already been opened in front of Arnold, like a silent invitation. He sorted out his thoughts, straightened his clothes that were blown by the wind, brushed off the dust on his clothes, and then solemnly stepped into the room.

A burst of sweet fragrance hit his face, and Arnold's spirit could not help but be lifted.

Completely different from the barren yellow, the room is filled with hazy pink, the pink of flowers, lush flower trees growing along both sides of the stream, with the breeze swaying the spring-filled branches, and a small boat floating on the stream, Arnold

Once you get on the boat, the boat will move forward by itself.

The clear stream water gradually became turbid, the warm wind gradually became bleak, and the pink flower trees were replaced by clusters of dark red low flowers. They stretched their slender petals and spit out their slender stamens.

In an illusion, Arnold saw half-rotten corpses and dense bones under the dim river water.

Every time he walked along the way, he would see different scenery. Sometimes it was a garden composed of black thorns and red roses with eyes in their stamens, sometimes it was ruins burning with embers, sometimes it was rotten and smelly.

The mountain of corpses is sometimes filled with extremely beautiful women... After an unknown amount of time, all the scenes disappear, and a sound of piano comes from an invisible place. It was originally as lonely as the drizzle at night, but then it was as cheerful as singing and dancing.

, reminds people of flowers blooming overnight and skylight filling the long night.

Arnold did not interrupt, but bowed.

As a nomadic people who are good at singing and dancing, the Gebian people learn to sing and dance almost from birth, and learn musical instruments when they are older. It can be said that they have artistic blood soaked in their bones. Arnold is no exception.

He has a voice as powerful as a horn, and is also good at beating cowhide drums. People love, praise, and tout the skills of the Gabyans, but the Gabyans do not just use them as a means of making a living or showing off, they

He also uses dance steps and music as a means to express emotions, and all the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys are placed in them. For Arnold, who was promoted to an angel, the appreciation and creation of art are important means to maintain human nature. Listening to those ups and downs of melodies, he

So as not to forget the great joys and sorrows, gatherings and separations as a human being.

To be honest, it is a happy thing that the gods of faith also like music. Arnold thought in his heart, not to mention that the sage's skills are so exquisite and his taste is very unique.

If Thoth could hear what the beloved is thinking, he would probably just shrug. The so-called perfection is largely built up by practice. As an immortal species, he will inevitably practice longer than most people, since it has nothing to do with talent.

, that’s not something to be proud of either.

It's just a song. The god put down his instrument, and his family buried their heads lower.

"Arnold, how is the progress of the things you were asked to investigate before?"

"As you can guess, as far as the Southeast China Sea is concerned, more than 70% of the 'immigrants' in the past three months have shadows of secret sects behind them. Most of them believe in 'Harvest' and 'Morning', and some

Demigods and saints who have considerable say within the sect; some, although not high in rank, are quite influential in the political and business circles - equivalent to the brothers and sisters of the sect in the secular world; others are ordinary people, not internal members, and even

It can be said that they have little understanding of the extraordinary aspects of these sects, but they are extremely devout to the gods they believe in."

"Are you a devout ordinary person..." Thoth pondered for a moment, "Explain this situation."

"One of the subjects of my investigation is a wealthy businessman who believes in the Goddess of Harvest. He donates one-tenth of his income to the sect every year. He came to the Northern Continent with his family two months ago. Everyone thought he wanted to open up new territories.

market, but I think it’s a bit too much to be so hands-on and take care of the whole family.”

Perhaps because he felt that he was a bit verbose, Arnold carefully looked at Yan Ming's face, and Thoth nodded slightly.

"Yes, you are very careful. High-ranking people always send subordinates to investigate before doing things, just like a general will send scouts when he orders the entire army to march - this person's performance is really abnormal."

"Thank you for the compliment. This is what I should do." After receiving the affirmation, Arnold continued speaking confidently and boldly, "Then when he was about to hold a big banquet, I asked the tribesmen to say that they wanted to perform songs and dances in exchange for rewards. He

He readily agreed. After drinking for three rounds, my nephew tricked him into telling him that he had had a strange dream. At that time, he felt that the dream was very unusual, so he asked a fortune teller to interpret it, and finally got the answer: "You should obey."

God’s guidance, go to the Northern Continent to make a living’ conclusion.”

"Is that so... Well done, let's choose your reward."

Three lights of knowledge of different colors appeared in front of Arnold. If you look carefully, you can distinguish the Elvish words included in them. The red light of knowledge says "Sword and Fire", and the blue light of knowledge says "Sword and Fire".

"Frost and Snow", "Love and Hate" are written in the golden light of knowledge.

Arnold hesitated for a moment, and finally chose the golden brilliance with "Love and Hate" written on it. Scenes of distant scenes appeared in his eyes across thousands of time: the boy who couldn't love, the arrogant and vain girl, the nightingale singing about love.

The rose watered by life... At the end of the story, He saw the flower of love spurred by the elegy of life being thrown into the dust and mud, and the wheels rolled over it.

When love is betrayed, ridiculed, and scorned, it will ferment into extremely sinister hatred.

Blood and tears flowed from the stamens of the rose, and an eye filled with hatred opened among the fragrant petals.

"What else do you want?"

"I also want to ask you for one more thing... I wonder if I am lucky enough to know the name of the music you are playing?"

"You can't pronounce its name." The god sighed as thinly as a cloud, and Arnold felt a hint of melancholy from it, "But there must be a name... Let's call it 'The Roaring of the Dragon in the Water'."

"You mean the dragon?"

Thoth pressed his eyebrows depressedly, thinking that the dragons in Greater China are much prettier than those fat lizards.

"It has nothing to do with the spiritual dragon...forget it, it's not important."

Arnold asked again: "Then can I use other instruments to play it?" He had just been thinking that if bone flutes, horns and leather drums were added to the sound of the piano, it would definitely have a different charm.

"It's a small thing, it doesn't matter."

"Thank you for your generosity."

After Arnold withdrew, Thoth's frown remained. He always felt uneasy... It seemed that something big was about to happen.