Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

"Three dances."

"What?"

"You danced three dances in total, first with the little girl from the Medici family, then with Tudor, and finally with Her Royal Highness, and then you went to the terrace, even faster than usual." Bethel danced under the crimson moonlight.

The lower part looked at Thoth's expression, "After dancing with Alistar, you looked quite refreshed, but after dancing with Fantini, you looked...well, forgive me for thinking of something different."

It’s such a decent metaphor.”

"Like being fucked by a witch seven times in one night?" Thoth said this popular dirty talk tiredly.

"That's not what I said." Bethel emphasized seriously.

“Dancing is a sport that tests your body’s coordination too much and damages your muscles and bones.”

"You really talk like an old man who is enjoying his old age."

"Have you forgotten? I am originally an old monster from the Second Era. Although I still maintain a youthful appearance, my mind is no longer as active as a young man's, and I cannot keep up with those complicated power games."

Thoth rubbed his eyebrows, "But some people just don't want to be considerate of the elderly."

"You just don't care." Duke Abraham looked at the stars with indifferent eyes - he enjoyed the silence above his head more than the hustle and bustle behind him, "Those splendid palaces, hot power, vast territories, gorgeous dresses, dazzling

Jewelry, voluptuous beauties... everything this country is proud of cannot keep your eyes for too long, so you are extremely perfunctory about the lavish vanity fair. I even have a feeling——"

The Gate of Ten Thousand Gates used its pair of blue eyes as deep as night to meet the secret-seeing eyes of the Hidden Sage. Both pairs of eyes had seen infinite mysteries and admired the supreme scenery. When their eyes met, they both had

An illusion of falling into the whirlpool of the universe and not knowing where he is.

"You have seen grand scenes far better than the empire, and experienced prosperity far better than the empire, so you are indifferent to those fascinating things. Perhaps it is because of this indifference that His Majesty feels uneasy and wants to further tie up

you."

Thoth smiled silently, neither admitting nor denying it, and Bethel changed the subject wisely.

"I haven't seen Yelena for a long time. She is still as lively and cheerful as ever."

"Yes." The smile on Thoth's face brought warmth, "When dealing with such a quirky, lively and cute little guy, I always have the illusion that I am getting younger."

"Perhaps it is because of having such a descendant by your side that Your Excellency Medici's humanity is particularly strong."

"I think His humanity has always been quite saturated..."

"With all due respect, without personal experience, it may be difficult for you to understand how much vitality a newborn born by blood will bring to the barren humanity of mythical creatures."

"Then I'm all ears."

"In fact, you should be able to feel that after experiencing wonderful opportunities, enjoying supreme honor, and surviving for a long time, this world has lost too much freshness for us. Over time, we just want to

Survive and survive, become boring without knowing it.”

"Is that why you are obsessed with the mysterious starry sky? Because there is an inexhaustible sense of freshness there?"

"You can also say that." Duke Abraham changed the subject, "Besides, I really like a sentence in your holy book."

Thoth's expression suddenly became very subtle. You must know that Abraham's false letter to the Black Emperor can be said to be an open secret. Such a person with a high heart would actually deign to read His holy book. This is really... incomparable.

pleasure.

"Why are you so surprised?" Bethel smiled calmly, "The Book of Hermits contains many beautifully rhymed sentences and many lively and interesting viewpoints. It would not be an exaggeration to use it as a grammar textbook for my juniors -

—Of course, it’s the part that has nothing to do with religious beliefs.”

"Aha, thank you for the compliment..."

"Anyway, the part about religious beliefs is clearly not written by your pen." Bethel added the second half of the sentence leisurely.

"It's rude to say this, but you didn't spy on me, right?"

"Oh, so it's really not true?" After confirming his guess, the surprise turned to Bethel.

"After all, praising one's own power and kindness is a very embarrassing thing...Okay, let's go back to the original topic? Which sentence did you say?"

"People should be like trees, looking upward to the sky and picking up the sunshine; downward to take root in the soil and embrace the earth." The Duke recited in a melodious tone: "The former carries the vision from now on, and the latter precipitates the memory of the past to this day... Haha

, Memory, for mythical creatures, memory is like a pile of dusty old papers. You know they are piled in a corner of your brain, but you don’t read them much. After all, there are countless official documents, dances, and banquets waiting to be processed every day.

, countless intrigues and infighting are staged every day, and people care more about the present and the future than the inconsequential past."

"But the existence of children breaks this numbness and mediocrity. The scenes we are accustomed to will make them happy, the bumps we easily overcome will make them anxious, and the trivial things we have no time to pay attention to will make them worried... Look at them

When you grow up, even if you don't look back deliberately, you will realize that you were just as innocent, childish, and startled as they were once upon a time. You will remember that you were also young, and that you were once a human being."

The banquet was already halfway through, and many young people came to the garden to whisper or do some embarrassing things. The two girls were about to pick roses from the bushes and put them into their buns, but they were stopped like marmots.

The two Abrahams who came were startled. The quirky apprentices laughed and played hide-and-seek among the flowers and trees. Doors opened and closed, closed and opened again, frightening away the birds resting in their nests.

Birds - they were so free that they were a little lawless. Their ancestors shook their heads and sighed, but Thoth could see a smile emerging from the stern face of the King of Angels.

Well, He probably knows who got this kind of behavior.

"Abrahams are the soil where I take root. Because of the existence of my family, every journey of mine has an end point - a journey with an end point can be called a journey, and a journey without an end point can only be called a wandering."

The long night is as cold as water, but the voice of the King of Angels adds warmth to the night. In this quiet corner, He is not a lofty King of Angels, nor a traveler across the starry sky, but an elder who is watching the younger generations - He

Take care of them just like you take care of your own body, hair and skin.

"Soil...?"

The sigh of the Hidden Sage melts into the evening wind, just like his hometown that has long since dissipated in the dust of history.

"Although it is a happy thing to have your own blood," Bethel turned his head slightly, winked at the still bustling banquet hall, and lowered his voice: "But the mother of the child does not necessarily have to be a noble person.

Your Highness - If the marriage itself is not congenial, then the continuation of the bloodline cannot be called happiness."

"Thank you, Bethel."

He showed the most sincere smile of the night.

The clock struck twelve o'clock at midnight.

In the old fairy tales, twelve o'clock means the end, and Cinderella will break free from the prince's retaining hand and take off a gorgeous dress; but in the upper class society of the Solomon Empire, twelve o'clock means the beginning, and the deep night is suitable for monsters and monsters.

Revealing one's true form is also suitable for showing one's desires like wolves and tigers. Those who disperse first are gentlemen, and those who remain will tacitly participate in the "wine pool and meat forest" link.

Thick sighs and coquettish jokes overflowed from the half-closed windows, and the overlapping shadows reflected the window screens that moved with the wind. The hidden sage walked through this scene, which could be called a chaotic dance of demons, and was as out of place as a thin shadow. The spiritual world

Ink drew a rabbit hole on the wall, and he entered a remote and empty room.

An evil sculpture of the Hanged Man was placed in a shrine against the wall, its one bloody eye staring at the night sky outside the window.

"The Creator of all, the Lord behind the Curtain of Shadows, the fallen nature of all living beings..."

While these words of honor were being spoken, the atmosphere in the room instantly became strange and gloomy, as if sinking into a bottomless mire. The single eye of the Hanged Man statue emitted an evil red light, and the ups and downs of murmurs were heard.

With Him as the center, it radiated out and filled the whole room pervasively, but Thoth walked to the shrine and sat down without realizing it, as if what he was near was not the source of disaster, but a big shady tree.

"Good evening, Alex." He called his fallen friend by his ancient name, "No...it's already the early morning of the next day, good morning."

"Medici is back. He won beautifully. The hand of the storm will probably not reach the border of the empire for some time. Medici should tell you the specific situation soon... What? Have I told you already?"

Thoth chuckled softly, "He moved so fast. I think He came to see you before taking off his armor."

Thoth had become accustomed to distinguishing the message that the true Creator wanted to convey from the unbearable babble of angels, and he even listened to every word as carefully as he listened to the sounds of nature.

"Oh, it's really true."

"We? We are very good. Orochi has recently restarted. I will help him keep an eye on Redemption Rose... Recently, three young people are going to be promoted to shepherds. Because they have never fallen behind in penance, their mental state is not bad.

, the probability of success is very high...Ah, I just go there to supervise you every day, it won't be hard, don't worry."

"You ask me? My sect is also developing very smoothly...Okay, I told the truth, Solomon wants to marry his daughter to me, I can probably guess what the father and daughter are planning. The little girl is now

Sequence three. If she is really promoted to an angel, and I really marry her, I will probably be tied to the royal family for eighteen hundred years, and I won’t be able to escape... I still want to leave a way out for myself."

"By the way, do you remember Yelena? The little girl you named yourself, she is already seventeen years old and will be eighteen in three months. What do you think I should give her as an adult gift?"

"The banquet is still so boring, but I had a good chat with Abraham... He is very strong and will definitely be Amon's rival in the future. Oh, I always remind myself this, but I can't help but admire Him - He

His arrogance is uniquely bright, but his light becomes extremely soft when it shines on his juniors. It sounds contradictory, right? But I just like this. We discussed the matter of children today, oh, children

...Of course the child is very cute, but when I think about becoming a father, I feel uneasy."

"Just being a god makes me feel like I have no ability to do anything at all. How can I be a good father?"

His babble gradually became fainter, and his voice was so hoarse that it seemed as if his throat was blocked by something.

"Well, that's it."

"See you next time."

The rain fell from the sky accompanied by exclamations. The Hidden Sage leaned against the shrine, his black hair and long sleeves falling to the ground. His eyes opened and closed with the water droplets falling from the leaves, and finally closed completely.

The black crow with white circles stood alone in the rain, gazing through the window at His face that was vaguely shadowed.