Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

The chattering ones were ladies covering their faces with fans.

Even without adding fuel to the flames, rumors will spread faster than the plague. The ancients said: "Rumors stop at the wise", and the minds of the nobles have been soaked in the sound, light and wine of the festival for several days in a row, and they have become light and drunk. Compared with

After careful consideration, they are more inclined to irresponsibly tell hearsay and spread rumors. Madams and ladies are better at this than their husbands and brothers. Perhaps love novels have fueled their imagination, and those places that have no beginning or end are filled in.

He has a nose and eyes, and when he speaks it, he has an irresistible power of conviction.

In salons and tea parties, there were two popular gossips. One was that the Black Emperor intended to betroth his daughter to the Hidden Sage, and the other was that the Hidden Sage had a beautiful elf lover. When the former came out, almost everyone

All the angel families were shocked, and when the latter came out, the ladies were even more excited - they were more interested in the competition for love than the division of interests.

"I bumped into that adult when I was coming back from a tryst." An Einhorn girl described vividly to her best friend: "Although it was very dark, his purple eyes were still so eye-catching.

And just when I was hesitating whether to go up and salute, I found someone standing next to Him——"

“She was a woman full of exotic amorous feelings.” Abraham, who was playing the role of a record-keeper, wrote: “Her skin was like snow, her hair and eyes were as black as a charcoal sketch, but she was far less bland than the sketch.

, because her steps moved lightly and she spun like flying, she was like a white bird dancing on the waves, just like a traveler impressed by the natural beauty. I was shocked by her vitality blooming like a flower."

She admired her elegant handwriting for a while, changed "shock" to "amazing", and closed her diary.

"Tsk, tsk, I was wondering why the sage is not interested in the faceless man and the witch. It turns out that he has already hidden a beauty." A girl from the Sauron family was sharing slices of ham on a silver plate with her friends when she suddenly looked at him.

Seeing the frosty-faced Princess, although she now had a chance to digest the "provocateur" potion, considering the difference in sequence, she still suppressed the more explicit words on the tip of her tongue.

The tinkling tinkling sound is the gentle wiping of the slowly twisted strings.

The music is sometimes as sad as a song, sometimes as terrifying as thunder, ups and downs, and exciting. Even people who know nothing about music theory will be impressed by it. It is a pity that the entire school is on holiday during the Republic of China Day, and the Royal Academy was crowded with people before.

It was lonely and cold at the moment. The teachers and students lingered under the lights and were busy participating in various social activities. Naturally, they had no chance to appreciate the sounds of nature. However, it was easier for the few servants who stayed behind - even though they were already accustomed to doing things in a regular manner like machines.

To complete the daily chores, no matter how peaceful a life is, it still needs some unexpected surprises, otherwise it will be no different from stagnant water.

After watering, pruning the branches, and removing insects, a young gardener listened to the sound of the piano flowing like a stream, and couldn't help but want to explore its source. But strangely, he climbed onto the astrologer and

We walked through the observatory where astrologers observe star trajectories, walked past the playground where hunters conduct fighting training, and even boldly entered several classrooms where lawyers and arbitrators call them "mock courts" and ran up and down buildings large and small.

Several times, I still found nothing - the music still echoed unhurriedly, and the incense was as refreshing and traceless as ever.

Seeing him panting, the old gardener took a sip of tea with a smile.

"No one can find Him if He doesn't want to."

"He?!" The gardener almost burned his tongue with the tea. In his opinion, a big man who could be called "He" should live in a magnificent palace - even though they, the servants, kept up the maintenance without any slack.

The Royal Academy is decent and tidy, but I dare not say that adults can live comfortably here like their own palaces.

As if he had read through the gardener's mind, the old man explained: "The more grand and conspicuous the palace is, the easier it is to send invitations, and the more upset that person will be."

"Who likes purity?" The gardener vaguely guessed the name of "that person", but did not dare to say it outright.

The old man rubbed the silver-plated Eye of Secret pendant around his neck and showed a faint smile: "We just need to enjoy His gifts at this moment."

Before the reverberation of these words could be heard, a harsh sound unexpectedly destroyed the originally harmonious and beautiful movement. Birds screamed and flew out of the forest, fleeing away as if fleeing. The leisurely and comfortable atmosphere was instantly shattered.