Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

The Founding Day is approaching, and the whole country is filled with joy, and the victory of War Red will undoubtedly add luster to this grand moment, so the Black Emperor ordered that the opening ceremony and the celebration banquet to honor the Red Angel be arranged on the same day:

The day belongs to neat queues, solemn viewings, the emperor's speeches and grand sacrifices, while the night belongs to fragrant wine, cheerful music, graceful singing and dancing, and the protagonists of the banquet - after a hard-working and upright day,

The night becomes particularly exciting.

"So at which dance are you going to leave?"

Thoth was about to answer when he suddenly realized something was wrong: "Little Yelena, don't I have the option of 'stop to the end' in your heart?"

Yelena shook her head firmly, "Father said that you care more about fruit tarts and ice cream than the waists and jade hands of the ladies. When you have eaten enough, you have no interest in staying any longer."

"Why did He treat me like a loser?" Thoth sighed in mock sadness and covered his heart, "It hurts my self-esteem so much."

Yelena giggled, like a string of bells that couldn't stop shaking, causing several nearby nobles who advocated self-denial and etiquette to turn their heads - and then turned back under Thoth's understatement, one by one.

According to the "ladylike aesthetics" popular among the aristocratic class, whether laughing or fighting with men are rude behaviors that should be scorned, but under the gaze of those discerning eyes that seem to be able to see through people's hearts, these scornful behaviors

And even if they condemned them, they would just rot in their stomachs.

Medici, who was talking to his adjutant, looked over as if he was feeling something, and waved casually.

"Father is calling me, so I'll go over first. Uncle Thoth, you...?"

"You go ahead, I'll go somewhere else."

"So, which dance are you going to dance to?"

Thoth raised his eyebrows slightly: "Eavesdropping is not a proper behavior, Lord Abraham."

Bethel Abraham retorted: "As if it were appropriate to leave the party early."

"Oh, then who was the one who opened the door and slipped away on the rooftop last time? Was it your twin brother?"

Duke Abraham imitated his tone and said: "Peeping is not a decent behavior, please hide yourself."

They all laughed in unison, clinked the goblets in their hands, and then began to pretend to praise the great empire and wish His Majesty the Emperor good health. Little Abraham on the side was so embarrassed that he dug his toes on the ground because of the bad jokes of his ancestors and His Excellency Hidden.

In fact, these two big figures in the mysterious world will not stay even half of the banquet honestly, but they will solemnly modify their motives for running away, making those who don't know the truth stand in awe.

Bethel said: "Apprentices belong to the starry sky rather than the ground. Indulging in the prosperity of the earth's surface is not conducive to exploring the mysteries of the starry sky."

Thoth said: "The secret seeker should stay away from the hustle and bustle, explore the extraordinary mysteries outward, and discover the inner potential inward."

In response, Medici, who had seen through everything, rolled his eyes: "If you want to get out, just get out. Don't make so many bells and whistles."

Although the hunter has a nasty mouth, Bethel and Thoth are quite happy to participate in this banquet with Medici as the protagonist, because it means that they can come and leave as they please without having to explain anything.

Just go, hello, me, hello everyone.

But this time, Thoth did not give a clear answer. He just sighed softly. Before the breath could dissipate, the shadow of order fell. The guests consciously parted ways. The men bowed and pressed their chests, and the women

They bent down and lifted their skirts, their eyes only daring to stare at the scarlet carpet, until the extremely noble emperor reached the highest point of the hall and allowed them to raise their heads.

Only then did people discover that there was a woman standing next to His Majesty the Emperor. She was wearing a gorgeous golden dress, her black curly hair was pulled into a noble bun, dotted with amethysts and white pearls, and the brilliance in her eyes was more than

Jewelry is more sparkling - it is an unabashed enterprising spirit. It does not belong to a lady who only knows how to care for her husband and raise children, nor does it belong to an aristocratic lady whose life goal is to marry into an angel family. If a man has something in his heart

Cowardly, I'm afraid I will only be forced to hold my head up by such a look.

To the older people, her eyes looked like the Black Emperor who had not yet become a god but was only one step away from holding power in his hands - as the saying goes, "a tiger father has no dog son", blood will always lead those who are attracted to him.

The qualities that attract people are inherited.

"Your Highness Fantini..." Some people could not help but be dazzled and whispered in awe.

"To be honest, this little girl looks pretty good." The spiritual communication was quietly established across a distance of more than ten meters. Medici commented on the appearance of Her Royal Highness the Princess without changing her expression, "Even I think it's ugly.

She's a little too 'crooked-necked'."

"Ahem, I already said it was a metaphor." Thoth changed to a less artistic expression, "I mean, she is not suitable for me. If we are really together, I will probably feel as uncomfortable as hanging myself."

"Indeed, if you still want to live a comfortable life, don't marry her, no matter how much territory and wealth her dowry is." Medici's tone suddenly became serious, as if the world in front of him was not a lavish vanity fair, but a wealth fair.

It is an ever-changing battlefield.

"Well, I know."

Perhaps because Thoth's reaction was too bland, Medici wanted to say something more to highlight the seriousness of the matter, but the Black Emperor's speech had ended, soothing dance music was playing, men and women stood together, and Princess Fantini

She also walked towards Thoth, perhaps because her momentum was so strong that people subconsciously made way for her. Thoth did not avoid it deliberately, firstly because it was rude, and secondly because although He

I don't plan to marry him, but I'm not so stingy that I won't even give him a dance.

A red shadow flashed before Her Royal Highness the Princess stood still, like a cunning fox. Yelena blinked, like a gentleman, she put one hand behind her back and stretched out the other: "Dear Your Excellency Hidden, can you please do me a favor?"

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Her outfit today is not a traditional long skirt, but a satin shirt with a large area of ​​lace sewn on the chest, a dark red brocade jacket that is tight on the upper body and roomy on the lower body, and slim trousers. Her hair is tied up high, and she wears a white feather pin.

The all-black top hat looked dashing. In contrast, Thoth's purple robe with star patterns embroidered with silver thread gave people a more feminine impression.

"Oh, you... I won't do this next time." He showed a helpless smile, then took the girl's hand and slid onto the dance floor.

The music transitioned from melodious to passionate, providing a good cover for the whispers.

"You shouldn't have made His Highness Fantini unable to stand down in front of so many people." Although he said this, Thoth's tone did not contain much blame.

Yelena snorted softly and glided forward, "Hasn't she already regarded the position of an angel as something in her pocket? Will future angels have their self-esteem bruised by such a trivial matter?"

Thoth raised his eyebrows in surprise: "You know?"

"Father told me that His Majesty plans to select one of his many children to inherit the characteristics of the 'Duke of Entropy'. She and Prince Anshibai, who is also a Sequence 3, have been fighting openly and secretly for this for a long time and are busy forming cliques.

"Yelena paused, "As for why she is eyeing you..."

"To be precise, she didn't choose me, but His Majesty chose me." Thoth took over the words in a calm tone and followed her steps in a circle. Beside him, the lady's skirt was blooming like a flower.

Her eyes widened in surprise. She couldn't believe that the King of Angels actually danced the female steps in a condescending manner.

"If this thing is done, a new angel family will be born, and countless titles, annuities and fiefs will be given - but money, land and official positions are always limited, and the founding nobles will not just watch.

They watched their cake being divided, so when the time comes there will be another power struggle... All this is what His Majesty the Emperor is happy to see. When the strength of the nobility is consumed by the struggle for power, the imperial power will naturally be consolidated."

"Then we can't use your marriage as a bargaining chip." Yelena curled her lips unhappily, "You obviously live a good life alone, but you have to put someone you don't know at all... It's really annoying."

"Yes, it's really annoying." Thoth sighed. "I am so old that I am not suitable for such a laborious business as marriage."

The instrument ended, they let go of each other's hands, and faced the next partner.

"Good evening, Your Excellency Hidden." The young man with brown hair greeted politely, "You still look so elegant."

Thoth swallowed a vulgar exclamation, showed a decent smile, and changed into a reserved tone: "Good evening, Lord Tudor, you look so good." After greeting him, he handed his hand to Alistar gracefully.

·Tudor, and Alistair also held his hand and put his arm around his waist as if nothing had happened - in the open-minded Solomon Empire, two men dancing together was not something that needed to be criticized, not to mention that few people dared

Laughing at the two angels.

But Medici is undoubtedly one of the "few". He declined the invitation to dance and was drinking at a long table with asymmetrical candlesticks. After seeing this scene, he couldn't help showing a meaningful look, and Thoth promptly

He swung the knife in the face, with the words "Don't hold back your laughter" clearly written in his eyes - but this moment of distraction caused him to almost step on Alista's instep.

"On the dance floor, you should focus on your partner. This is in line with etiquette, dear teacher."

A nostalgic title. Thoth chewed the word "teacher" silently, remembering that not long after the establishment of the Royal Academy, Alistar was still a little briber in Sequence 7, and he was quite difficult to deal with Trunsoest.

They often argue over the same topic until they get red in the face... Oh no, they are also very difficult to deal with now. It's just that when they were children, they would pull each other's hair, but now they are better at saying weird and weird things. When they were children, they would give each other small trinkets as apology after fighting, but now

They began to send each other gardens and hunting grounds... In the end, nothing changed.

"You're right, I was distracted."

"Because His Highness Fantini?" Alistar went straight to the point, which surprised Thoth, "In my opinion, although you do not have the title of noble, in terms of knowledge, cultivation, appearance, and bearing, you are no better than those here.

If any nobleman is inferior to you, perhaps only a woman as elegant and noble as Her Highness Fantini can match you."

"Oh, just be careful with your flattery." Thoth turned lightly in a circle using Alistar's palm as an axis, "Don't say you don't know what it means for me to marry Fantini, little Aristo.

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Alistar's expression froze for a moment, but after a moment, he changed back to the loyal and docile minister, admonishing him in a respectful and pious tone: "It is disrespectful to hide Your Excellency and as a minister to speculate on His Majesty's intentions at will.

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"Haha, this means..."

Solomon's eyes moved over as if feeling something, and Alistair squeezed his hand calmly.

"I will also be the father of several children like you." Thoth said with emotion like an elder. "Speaking of which, little Davis is really like you, with the same quick thinking and eloquent tongue."

Alista relaxed his grip on his hand and gracefully drew a semicircle with his toes, "Thank you for your appreciation of him, but he is still far away from the word 'sharp-tongued'."

"But in addition to being eloquent, the future pillar of the empire must also have a strong body. There will be a sword competition in a few days. How is he preparing?"

"What you are saying is that he has been practicing hard for three months in order to win reputation for his family."

"Haha, then I hope he can shine in front of His Majesty."

The music comes to a rest in the chatter where sincerity and falsehood are mixed.