Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

Something fell on the center of my eyebrows lightly and imperceptibly, like the first snowflake in winter, like the feathers of a young crow that had just shed its feathers. It was so light, like a wisp of smoke that could be easily dispersed, that the spiritual intuition did not make any sound.

Without any warning, the hidden sage who loves dreams will tolerate it and let it go, just treating it as an ignorant ant. If it passes by peacefully without stinging itself, there is no need to slap it to death.

From the beginning to the end, His eyelashes did not even tremble. The morning light that filtered through the window screen outlined two crescent moons on the sleeping silkworm, hanging quietly on the angel's jade-colored face.

So quiet, just like in a painting.

As if he had received tacit approval, the thing hovered for a moment and then moved cautiously, carefully exerting some force downwards - Thoth vaguely felt some warmth this time, ice cold, like a leaf made of jade,

It is also far softer than ore.

So...what is this?

With his incomparable knowledge, he should have quickly thought of what was stuck between his eyebrows, but the lingering dreams made him reluctantly give up thinking, and the misty chuckle gathered and dispersed by his ears, elusive.

It's like those spirits that tease people in the mountains and fields, making people angry and funny.

Without waiting for him to have a more specific association, the things began to slowly move on his face, as if he was on a journey across thousands of mountains and rivers, or the traveler himself was enjoying the process, it didn't matter.

Slowly brushing Thoth's temples, brows, cheekbones, and nose bridge... with great care, it reminded him of those famous artists who painted and copied calligraphy, and the angel's face that would not change after thousands of years of wind and frost seemed to have become something precious and perishable.

Something, a piece of paper, a leaf, a dewdrop, or a flower that shakes its bones in the morning breeze.

This long journey was about to come to an end, and the ever-moving thing stopped at the corner of His lips. It brushed against Thoth's skin along the way, and gradually gained some warmth. Thoth could even taste a little of it.

Warmth - The distance between His lips and that thing is so close that only a piece of paper can pass through. As long as one is slightly upward and the other is slightly downward, they can touch each other.

What are you waiting for?

What are you expecting?

He felt doubtful, heard sighing again, and then all the subtle touches left him, like a big dream.

A dreamless night.

I don’t know since when, a night without dreams has become a luxury, so much so that when Thoth woke up, he was still in a trance. He first stared at the texture of the ceiling for a while, and then used his rusty brain to slowly recall Jianguo.

day’s itinerary.

As the grandest festival in the empire, Founding Day will be celebrated for seven days. Each day has different activities. The most solemn of them are the opening ceremony and the consecration of the tower. The former ended yesterday, and the latter refers to the nobles.

The people will ascend the Tower of Babel named "The Sword of the Empire" in descending order of title, and present gifts and blessings to the emperor on the top of the tower. It is usually arranged on the second day. However, since it was held on the first night

At the War Red celebration banquet, many people caroused all night long. This event was moved to the third day this year, and the second day was replaced by leisure activities such as theater appreciation and salon gatherings.

"So I can rest today?"

Before the corners of Thoth's mouth could curl up in joy, an unpleasant memory popped up. Oh, damn, he almost forgot that during the dance last night, the princess sent him an invitation to enjoy the drama.

, "Together with father" - Xiao Nizi specially added this sentence.

The sound of turning pages could be heard. Someone was flipping through the manuscript He had brought. It might be a song that once resounded in the streets, or it might be a well-known masterpiece with beautiful words in it.

There is the universe, sea and sky, which is much more meaningful than meaningless eating and drinking, vulgar and boring dramas and lengthy and complicated interpersonal interactions.

Ah, damn! He could have pondered over those sentences carrying beautiful melodies and brilliant chapters that sparkled with the wisdom of the ancients today, but in the end he had to watch a boring drama! It’s not that He looks down on the creations of contemporary people, but

Sitting next to a resentful boss who plans to hit your life-long events, any entertainment can become mentally and physically draining!

The resentment was fermenting, and He seemed angry and didn't want to move at all.

The uninvited guest who entered the room made a "tsk" sound and said in an exaggerated tone: "Why have you become so lazy? Where have you been who used to get up before dawn?"

Not many people know that Thoth once maintained the good habit of going to bed early and getting up early. One of them was the angel who was brought up by him. At that time, they could sleep peacefully on the same bed, and the little son of God slept on the inside until three o'clock in the morning.

Only then did he slowly wake up, and he was sleeping outside. When the east was slightly white, he got up gently, dressed, washed, and then went to the consul's house to teach his son physical skills.

Thoth replied in a tone as flat as a dead man: "It is very tiring to deal with His Majesty the Emperor."

And I haven’t slept for a long time. He didn’t say the last sentence. In fact, He wasn’t sure whether this “long time” meant one month, three months, or half a year. In short, since the Creator’s death, He never said it again.

He fell asleep peacefully, and could only take a nap intermittently for a quarter of an hour or half an hour. At the worst time, as soon as he closed his eyes, the scene of the Creator being divided and eaten could come to mind.

Fortunately, sleep is a hobby rather than a necessary survival condition for mythical creatures. For Thoth, giving up a hobby is difficult, but not impossible.

The bed sank slightly, and Amon lay down beside him, half of his face sunk into the soft bed, and his pure black eyes were half-bent to look at him, giving people the illusion of innocence and harmlessness. If we say that time goes back to the glorious age,

Thoth would still touch His hair, but now He quietly felt a tension in His heart, and then asked in a voice without worldly desires: "You will not take action against Zoroaster on the founding day."

Right?"

He even sounds a little hopeless, like a bachelor who has been dumped by a woman three times and feels that he will never love again.

Without waiting for Amon to answer, Thoth turned over and pushed himself into the quilt, "Forget it, no matter what kind of demon you want to be, don't involve me."

Amon shrugged: "Although I like excitement, I am not willing to eat Zoroastrian in front of Solomon and so many angels."

"Oh, who knows if Adam will write an outrageous script?" This is a dead-water statement.

"You can be really irritating sometimes."

Amon smashed himself on the bed, causing the mattress to make a muffled sound. As a mythical creature with a cold nature and rare enthusiasm, he felt that he had picked this guy up from the cold floor and surrounded by the aura of depravity, and threw him away.

The thoughtfulness of getting on the bed, taking off my clothes, and covering myself up with a quilt was simply flushed down the drain.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. Several transparent tentacles with links stretched out from his black cloak and slapped the "Silkworm Chrysalis" hard, and his tone became bitter: "The great hidden sage, isn't he He Hei?"

The emperor's daughter danced. You are not as tired as if you were drained by a witch, are you? That's all you have energy for. The secret spy who once fought the devil for three days and three nights in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Who is it again?"

"The key is, devil, you can cut off if you want, and tear it apart if you want. It doesn't matter. But she is the daughter of my immediate boss and I can't cut off her hand in front of everyone!" Thoth suddenly lifted the quilt and sat up, revealing the look of a lion.

Messy hair and eyes that are about to spit fire, "The little girl is dancing and chatting with me at the same time. Do you know how annoying the lawyer's words are? Three words in one, five words in one, and they only say things you can't think of."

It won’t come out!”

The hidden sage, who always showed a gentle face, spoke faster and faster, almost roaring.

"No matter where I start, she can get me involved in the matter of marriage! She also plausibly tells me that marriage is a responsibility and obligation that everyone should fulfill, and that procreation is everyone's sacred and glorious responsibility - let you go

Damn it! I have heard this argument from those 'experts' who are keen on moral kidnapping! And if this obligation was really so honorable, she should have married more than ten years ago! She should have had seven or eight children!

What else is going on with me?!"

"Finished?"

Thoth ignored him and let out two breaths of foul breath from his nose.

"How nice it is to shout like this."

A comb appeared out of thin air in the hands of the thief, and the teeth of the comb gently sank into the hermit's frizzy hair.

Thoth was stunned for a moment, but did not move away. Amon's fingertips brushed his scalp again and again, feeling slightly cool. Such contact was too close, and it easily reminded people of the brilliance and warmth of the sun before it set.

It's poignant and nostalgic, but if you think about it carefully, life is not too bad now - although there are indeed people you want to yell at, there are also people who can soothe your soul.

"Although I don't like to listen to Adam's preaching, I think there is something he said rightly: Proper venting is more important than blind restraint." Amon sat behind him and picked up strands of hair, "You are polite.

There is too much time, it is better to be like Medici...forget it, just pretend I didn't say it, you must not be contaminated by Him."

"I'm not as confident as Medici." Thoth snorted like a mosquito, "As for me, actually..."

"What?"

"Forget it, it's nothing." Thoth calmed down a lot after the outburst, and his tone was a little lighter, "Since you're here, why don't you do me a favor?"

"Tell me and listen."

"Um……"

"Um?"

Thoth whispered a few words in Amon's ear, and then said seriously: "I didn't eat much yesterday. Can you help me go to the dock to order French fries?"

The thief rolled his eyes, but that didn't stop him from tying the ribbon into a beautiful bow and keeping his black hair neatly tied inside.