Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

They chatted briefly for a while, and then went to look for their favorite books. When it was nearly noon, Eliza left first. Her eyes were shining with excitement, and she was holding a book about woodworking in her hand - maybe

After getting some inspiration, I want to put it into practice immediately, Amon deduced this. He watched the craftsman lady walk out of the door quickly, walked ten meters to the right, and then hurriedly came back.

"Look at me, I forgot to register when I was in a hurry."

She explained a little apologetically, then picked up the quill that was placed on the coffee table and inserted into the ink bottle, wrote the date, name and title of the borrowed book on the small book with forms on the side, and then left in a hurry

.

I really don’t understand. Amon thought to himself. He remembered that many people were talking about the upcoming vacation a few days ago, but when he was actually in it, he really had the opportunity to lie on the sofa as long as he wanted.

, and couldn't help but find things to do for myself - my father was right as he said, the essence of human nature is self-torture.

Okay, I'm the only one left now. Amon is wandering between bookshelves aimlessly. After living for a long time, sometimes he doesn't know how to pass the time. The accumulation of time that is so long that there is no end in sight.

Too much, it seemed to emit a damp and rotten musty smell, making him feel as if he had turned into a wilting mushroom.

When this strange metaphor emerged from his mind, he turned to the "Textbook Section" and was attracted by a book called "Introduction to Religion". Amon thought of Thoth's words when talking about gods.

Ruowu scoffed, suddenly curious about how He created the image of "God" in the hearts of the people and young people.

He took down the book, and because there was a bookmark inside, he flipped to the middle. An illustration that took up a page slowly came into view - a red-haired and black-armored war angel riding a horse and wielding a sword.

That was so high-spirited that Amon clicked his tongue in disgust, just like a devout Christian who saw the number related to 13 and turned the page quickly while leaning back slightly.

"If you show such an expression, the big snake will be sad. This is His proud work."

The bad guy is here. Amon thought to himself, and then he closed the book with a "snap". The man suppressed all his noises and leaned behind him, smiling, but he looked like a woman.

A charming picture suddenly flashed into his mind. In the crumbling mirage, in the blood-filled pool, two figures were intertwined with each other, indistinguishable from each other. Compared with many of his colleagues, the Hidden Sage was almost as tall as him.

It was as clear as boiled water, but Angel was lucky enough to see His confused state.

The dim light seemed to be playing an ambiguous trick, and the existence standing in front of Him had an eerie beauty that was both male and female.

"Occasionally, I change my appearance." Minerva, with a calm look on her face, smiled slightly, "Judging from your reaction, this look is not bad. It seems that my aesthetics are not out of date."

Is my reaction obvious? Amon opened his eyes and pretended that the book in his hand was more attractive. "Although I know that you have a wide range of hobbies, I didn't expect that playing beautiful girls is among them."

"I'll cooperate with you." Amon realized that he was still in the "Mona Lisa" state, and Minerva helped him smooth out the wrinkles on his wide-brimmed hat, "You look just like the movies and TV shows of our time.

The little witch in the work.”….

"You may have forgotten that a few days ago, your followers shaved off a witch's head and painted her face with charcoal ash, making her look like a ghost. The charm bonus brought by the potion was crushed to nothing.

"Left."

He implicitly expressed doubts about "Is this really a compliment?"

"The definition of a witch in our time was different from what it is now." Minerva smiled, "You don't have to have a big chest, a thin waist, and long legs, and you don't have to turn all living beings upside down. You just need to be able to wave a small, thin thing called a magic wand.

Just use a broomstick and recite some incantations. In the general impression of the public, they always wear a wide-brimmed pointed hat, like to fly around on a broomstick, and pick up children when they have nothing to do.

Come and raise me."

"Are you going to eat it when you raise it?" Amon asked deliberately.

"That's right." Minerva replied seriously, "Instead of watching the child you raised with your own hands turn into a wrinkled and dying old man, worrying about his destined death all day long, it would be better to watch him in his most beautiful and lively life.

time to

He eats it - so that his most beautiful appearance will remain in his heart forever."

"oh."

"Oh what." Minerva sighed and poked His forehead, "I'm talking nonsense, it should be easy to tell, right?"

Amon made a face, "It's just because it's not hard to see, so there's no need to expose it."

Minerva stared at him with her beautiful eyes, but after a brief stare, he became uncomfortable and took the initiative to disperse this beautiful illusion. When Minerva turned back into Thoth, Mona

Lisa also turned back into Amon.

Thoth cast a surprised look, and Amon imitated his tone just now and said, "I'll cooperate with you."

The long-term relationship allowed them to develop a certain tacit understanding. Amon had a premonition that the other party was going to talk about some important topics, and it was not appropriate to use false pretenses in front of important topics.

"I read the diary." Thoth spoke first, and Amon noticed the caution in his choice of words - not seeing, but reading.

"Eight days." Shi Angel said softly, "After I mixed the diary with the sacrifice and offered it up, I have been waiting for this sentence and imagined various developments."

There seemed to be sparks twinkling in the angel's eyes as dark as night. Thoth noticed that he deliberately suppressed the corners of his raised mouth - it seemed that just the fact of "reading that diary" was great news in itself, so he

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curve slightly.

He pretended to be asking for advice humbly, "What is the worst development in your expectation?"

"You read the contents of the diary, but pretended not to see anything - after all, there were so many sacrifices, and you had every reason to omit a mediocre and thick book." Amon looked at him intently, "But inside

The content made you feel disgusted and uneasy, so you began to distance yourself from me quietly, and acted as if I were an acquaintance in a social circle, as if I was an acquaintance who could be seen everywhere, but now it seems..."

Shi Tiantian showed a relieved smile. "You are not that disgusted."

Thoth deliberately kept a straight face, "What if I actually hate you, but I'm actually pretending to be eager for you just to take advantage of you?"

Amon couldn't help but laugh, "Adam's imagination is not that outrageous, so why do you put the betrayal's script on yourself? Of course, if you have the desire to act, my clone and I don't mind either..."...

"Stop! I don't have the habit of role-playing!" Thoth made a cross in front of his chest with his hands, and then showed a wry smile, "Why me? When did it start?"

Amon showed a very helpless expression.

"If there is someone who has been with you since childhood, knowing that you are a disgusting, lawless mythical creature, but is willing to teach you gently and patiently, and tell you the principles in the holy scriptures in a vivid and easy-to-understand way - even though

Occasionally, he will show a stern and serious expression, but he never thinks that you are hopeless and a born bad guy; he knows that you don’t need to sleep, but he will make your quilt and pillows soft and fluffy, knowing that you don’t need to eat.

He is willing to prepare snacks and meals for you, play the piano for you, and tell you stories... Do you dare to say that you won't have some different feelings for Him?"

Thoth felt his face was a little hot, so he said as calmly as possible: "I am just fulfilling your father's instructions and fulfilling the duties of a guardian."

"I knew you would say that."

Amon came closer, his voice a little hoarse, "As a born mythical creature, my emotional talent is not as good as yours as a human being. You can distinguish various emotions, the nostalgia for your hometown, the nostalgia for your father.

My worries, my sense of responsibility for believers, my love for the young... are like all kinds of flowers in a garden. But the soil I call human nature is barren. There are not so many kinds of flowers and trees on it, only one.

Just a layer of moss."

"When I think of an elder who can be relied on to answer questions, I think of you; when I think of an elder brother who can act coquettishly, I think of you; when I think of a friend who won't feel embarrassed even if he doesn't say anything, I think of you.

I still think of you."

"When it comes to a partner who can spend a long time together, I think of you."

He looked a little aggrieved and annoyed, his black eyes

There was water in it, and Thoth's heart trembled when he saw it.

"I can't frame an object in a specific emotion of family, friendship, or love like ordinary people. My feelings for you are not pure - but you can't say that impure things are unreasonable and unreasonable.

It should exist."

"I don't want to blame you." After a long silence, Thoth sighed softly, "If feelings could be regulated within the framework and operated according to certain rules, then there wouldn't be so many moths in the world. It's just that

I'm not as good as you think. If you place too much trust in me, be careful of disappointment."

"They are all mythical creatures, not wise kings or saints. I know how to curb those unrealistic expectations, but don't be too harsh on yourself."

Thoth moved his lips, but before he could formulate his words, Amon took a step forward. He picked up his hand from under his broad sleeves, raised it to his lips, and touched it like a dragonfly.

"Let's try it."

Okay, just give it a try, you won't lose any meat anyway. With this mentality, Toru nodded and was prepared to break up after the freshness wore off.

But God's calculations are not as good as those of humans. Thoth did not expect that this trial would last for hundreds of years.

Habit is an incredible force.

He was used to the black crow feathers sandwiched between the pages of the book, to the flowers that never faded in the vase, to the wizard hat that appeared from time to time on the bedside table, and to the silk thread under the pillow to wipe the lenses...

Angels appeared more and more frequently in his life.

He was there when he complained about Solomon's increasingly serious paranoia; he was there when he complained about the strange prayers of the believers; he was there when he visited the surviving city-states in the land abandoned by God; he was there when he took off the founding day footbands and smelled like them.

He was there during the long banquet; He was there when he was doing chemical experiments in his pajamas; He was there when he went to the ruins of the God War to collect a series of parameters needed to build a vehicle.

Thoth was not disgusted, and even felt that this mode of getting along was somewhat familiar.

"Are you two conjoined twins?"

This was Medici's comment. Thoth finally remembered where this sense of familiarity came from, because it seemed to be the same thing in the Third Age, except that the little crow turned into a big crow.

The group became a tall and thin one. Although it took up a little more space, it was not annoying.

Yelena smiled and said, "This time I agree with my father."

The smile touched the wrinkles on her face. She was no longer young, and her reddish hair was dyed mottled white, like snow falling on red flowers.

Amon and Medici taunted each other, and Thoth felt inexplicably frightened when he looked at the girl he had raised by his side since childhood.

Time flows quietly, bringing the sadness of decline and the joy of vitality. For the people in the land abandoned by God, the struggle and suffering for hundreds of years seems to be just for the present.

The "scapegoat" was sent to the land abandoned by the gods through a gifting ceremony. It fed on black-faced grass watered with the blood of parricide, and also bore all the sins of the people in Silver City. Whenever a new generation was born, it would be

It was beheaded once, and then the head was sewn together with the body, and the monster's flesh and blood was piled around it - as a creation of the true Creator, surrounded by the aura of corruption, its dying life came back to life after a day and a night.

It dies again and again, and the people of Silver City grow up healthily and die peacefully from generation to generation without having to turn into cruel evil spirits or be killed by their loved ones.

Outside Silver City, with the help of countless clones and a few secret prayers who volunteered to come here as pilgrims, the other surviving city-states also gradually established contact, and people began to know that they were not alone in this land shrouded in despair.

, and when various city-states began to exchange resources and exchange what they had with the coordination of several believers of the True Creator, the big ship that would take everyone to the new world was gradually taking shape - its designers were several

Stiano, who jumped from a craftsman to a voyeur, perfectly combined the mysterious power and the power of technology, and the high-ranking people also gave it blessings.

The red angel said: "I will give you steel and iron bones, so you don't have to be afraid of the rocks in the dark or the sharp teeth of sea monsters."

The Creator said: “I have given you flesh and blood that will never end, and your vitality will

This is inexhaustible and inexhaustible.”

The angel of fate said: "I wish you miraculous good luck. May the turbulent eddies turn a blind eye to you, and may it be sunny every day you sail."

The Hidden Sage said: "I give you wings woven by starlight. If you encounter an unmatched danger, it will bring you a glimmer of hope."

Amon looked at the few sentences written by Thoth on the scratch paper and asked: "Would Medici say such refined words?"

"Whether it is or not is not important." Thoth said happily, "What is important is that I plan to use this as a new test point for the basic course of religious studies. The test content must always keep pace with the times and be constantly updated."

A prayer came, and the smile on Thoth's face gradually disappeared.

"What's wrong?"

"Yelena passed away."

There was no obvious sadness on his face, but he looked a little dazed. Amon didn't say anything, but just shook his hand.

./hariot