Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

The nine mausoleums have been completed one by one, and the black crown has returned to its place. Those who follow Him will be reused, and those who disobey Him will be punished.

The old gods were driven to remote lands, and new empires were established on the continent.

After more than a hundred years, the "Age of Strife" came to an end. Solomon unified the northern continent and established the "Solomon's First Empire", which dyed parts of the southern continent and established its capital on the south coast of the Sea of ​​​​Jianhai and the source of the Honakis Mountains - in the future

In hundreds of years, this place will become the center of power and wealth in the world, a prosperous place that all living beings yearn for. Every day it will be vibrant and prosperous, reminding people of the glorious past.

"Lord Thoth, what are you looking at?"

"Back to Your Majesty, I'm watching the market."

"I thought that what could be gazed at by the prying eyes for a long time would be something more mysterious and profound."

"I do study some complicated things, but occasionally I also let my eyes relax. It is a good choice to watch nature and the world... This is also good for your health. You can also try it when you are tired.

.”

"I will remember your advice. So, tell me, what did you see in this capital?"

"Business, Your Majesty." Thoth paused, "But it seems to be more lively today."

"how?"

"The White Frost Avenue is crowded with people. Compared with the clowns and jugglers in the circus, the most popular clothes and jewelry in the tailor's shop, and the various special offers in the market, there are other things that attract people's attention... Ah,

I see."

The bright red banner appeared at the end of Thoth's sight. Today is the day when War Red returns victoriously. They have ended their three-month march and are now walking through the White Frost Avenue with sonorous and powerful steps. They came after hearing the wind.

People crowded under the eaves and looked up at the windows, vying to admire the invincible imperial sword. The red angel at the head was undoubtedly the focus of all eyes. Men admired his bravery, and women admired his beauty. The former issued a

The loud shouts full of lofty ideals, and the latter issued waves of soft and intoxicated exclamations - they come from ladies or ladies ranging from eighteen to fifty-eight years old. If you listen more carefully,

Can distinguish "Look at His hair that is redder than red roses!", "How can there be such a beautiful person in the world!" and "The Emperor is above! Did He smile at me?" and so on.

As a woman, if you act too indifferent in front of Medici, you will be regarded as an alien.

But there happened to be such an "other", a young woman with black hair, purple eyes, and a calm face. She held a silver-haired little boy in her arms and smiled at Medici from afar.

Medici gasped, and it took a lot of effort to resist the urge to press his legs into the horse's belly.

At the same time, the voices of the other members of War Red sounded in his mind——

"The boss is ogling that black-haired girl!"

"Doesn't it look too ordinary? I thought the boss would like the coquettish and slutty type."

"You don't understand this. Men can't just eat big fish and meat."

"Help, when can I finish walking? I want to poop——"

"I told you not to eat too many sweet potatoes..."

Thanks to spiritual communication, the spectators will never know what these majestic "Imperial Blades" are thinking, otherwise they will fall into the melancholy caused by disillusionment.

"Hold the shit you want!" Medici roared silently, "And she can hear it. She went to war with me when your parents were still playing with the umbilical cord in the womb!"

Thoth, or Minerva, showed an awkward but polite smile. For a moment, the entire mental network was silent.

"What's wrong with you looking like this?"

"Don't worry, I have neither turned into a witch nor been contaminated by Chick. This is just one of my thousands of images." Minerva smiled warmly, and could faintly see some shadow of Thoth.

"She can do other things on my behalf, such as taking the big snake out for a walk."

Ourolius murmured incomprehensible sleep, his little chin resting on Minerva's shoulder and he slept soundly - this scene was originally worthy of Medici's ridicule, but at this moment, he could not express a single word.

On the one hand, it was because Thoth and Ouroleus were both too good-tempered, and on the other hand, it was because he recalled a picture that had a long history but was still stomach-ache: outside the Red War tent, it was as black as a crow.

The little brat hangs on His right-hand man like an octopus - as if he has no bones!

"Alas, although we were entangled by Osykus and were unable to prevent Chic from becoming a god in time, you don't have to look grim when you hear his name, right?"

"That's not it." Medici pushed the bad memories to the bottom of his brain, and at the same time thought about the implication of what Minerva just said, "Then where is your 'self'?"

"I am chatting with His Majesty the Emperor." Minerva's voice sounded helpless, "In other words, I am reporting my thoughts to the leader in a timely manner."

At the time of the founding of the country, in order to thank Thoth for his support and long-term win-win, Solomon assigned the city-states that generally believed in the Hidden Sages to Thoth, mainly the north coast of the Sea of ​​​​Jian, and awarded him the title of "Governor".

And it was declared in the national law that "the Hidden Sages, like the true Creator and the Emperor himself, are the legitimate objects of belief in the empire." In order to repay Solomon for safeguarding his missionary power, Thoth has been polite and polite over the years and has never exceeded

——Although as a modern person who grew up under the red flag, it was difficult for him to revere the so-called "kingship" from the bottom of his heart, but he could at least keep it at arm's length. All in all, he and Solomon got along quite happily.

"Why, Solomon has become suspicious again recently?"

"According to my previous experience, He probably wants to inquire about something from me..." As he said this, Minerva's expression suddenly became subtle.

In the solemn and glorious palace, the dialogue between the king and his ministers continues.

"I went to the Royal Academy for an inspection some time ago and met Yelena." The unpredictable emperor suddenly changed the topic, but his eyes were still looking at the flaming red in the distance. "She was taking a fighting class at the time, and I was standing by.

Secretly observing - even if the opponent is a man who is physically stronger than her, she does not show any timidity, but is focused on finding the opponent's flaws. Her persistence in winning is very much like her father."

"Medici always teaches soldiers not to give up, and he must have taught his daughter the same way." Thoth recalled that when he first entered the camp, during long-distance assault training, Medici shouted, "Why can't this work? You guys?"

"These weaklings", while letting the flames bite the back of the recruits' heads... It's hard to give up.

"The fighting skills she uses are also very wonderful, very suitable for defeating the weak against the strong."

"That's what I taught her. It's an honor to get your approval."

The 8th level of the Mystic Path Sequence is called Combat Scholar. As the name suggests, the Mystic at this stage will acquire combat-related abilities. Although Thoth has used "Mysterious Reappearance" to create many powerful magics, in the chaos where dangers are constantly emerging,

In this era, there are never too many ways to save life, so he recalled the "Ba Duan Jin" he learned in college physical education class, analyzed it with the ability of a fighting scholar, and finally formed a fighting technique that is unique in this era.

The Black Emperor showed admiration: "You seem to be born with the ability to cultivate young people, whether it is establishing a college system that is different from the old era, writing easy-to-understand basic textbooks on mysticism, or directly teaching certain knowledge

and skills...you did a great job."

"You're flattered." After all, I've been doing this for two lifetimes... I'm very familiar with it.

"If you are willing to continue your bloodline, you will be able to cultivate them into young talents, contribute their strength and wisdom to the empire, and bring great inspiration and new creations." The Black Emperor paused thoughtfully.

, "They will also become your loyal anchor and an extension of your soul and life."

Hundreds of miles away, Medici couldn't help but frowned, "You look like you've drunk wine that will sour your teeth. What exactly did Solomon say to you?"

Minerva's expression was solemn, like a widow-to-be who heard that her husband was about to die, "Medici, if you could have wandered among the flowers without touching a leaf, but someone insisted on hanging you from a crooked-neck tree, you

What do you think?"

"Ha, do you want to talk about yourself?" Medici directly skipped his "if" and said unceremoniously: "Still wandering in the flowers? Do you dare to bring back the faceless man sent to you by Zaratul?

The bedroom is just fine.”

Minerva almost said the words one by one through her teeth: "I'm just making an analogy, don't worry about such details..."

"Wait, isn't it you?!" Medici was shocked, "You have never used the faceless man sent by Zaratul? Not even once?!"

"I told you not to worry about details like this!"

"Then do you know what it feels like to be a witch? By the way, in fact, the experience of witches in different sequences is also different..."

"If you keep enchanting weapons like this, I won't give you any discount!"

"Ah, don't, don't, don't," Medici stopped and changed the subject, "So, who is that 'Crooked Neck Tree'?"