Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

Everything is silent.

Perhaps due to some kind of conservation law, when excitement and passion converge in one place, other places will appear particularly deserted, such as the arena where the empire's young talents compete for glory, or where there are only a few servants left to maintain daily dignity.

Royal Academy. While hundreds of pairs of eyes were nervously and excitedly staring at every movement on the field, Shi Tiantian was sitting under a sycamore tree in the Royal Academy, looking at the palm of his hand in trance.

The mythical creature disdains the human honor game, which is nothing to be surprised about. The strange thing is that the look on its palm is so focused that one can't help but guess what is there: is it a newly obtained authority? A new one.

The fate of a poor creature? Or a miniature universe?

Unfortunately, neither.

Lying in the hands of the Son of God is a broken string.

Don't be disappointed yet, in fact, this string is nothing extraordinary: first of all, it is twisted from the silk of a giant widow spider. The silk glands of this creature are the main ingredient of the "Happy Witch" potion. Although

The Sequence 5 potion is not yet hard-to-find, but using something that can be transformed into extraordinary power to build an instrument is a luxury in itself. Secondly, this string is an extraordinary creation, and it has also been subjected to "unusable" effects by the Angel of Time.

The blessing of being "worn" - in other words, it cheats the passing time. Theoretically speaking, it will not be broken so easily, unless...

"Unless the player fails to control his strength."

Amon closed his palms, and Adam appeared beside him at some unknown time, analyzing it in a professional tone of a psychiatrist. It stands to reason that a secret spy shouldn't have such brute strength, but Thoth's right hand hid a mystery, and Amon had seen him

He crushed a wine bottle with his bare hands. It was in a tavern in the Age of Glory, in order to deter a drunken gangster. At the moment of exerting force, the muscles in Thoth's right hand would suddenly bulge, and his skin color would turn red.

, the nails turned black - it was hard to tell whether it was the broken wine bottle or this demonic and terrifying arm that scared the gangster.

The Utopian Angel picked up a tung leaf, looked at the texture on it with the clear and innocent eyes of a child, and asked in a caring but not offensive tone: "Are you still happy getting along with Yin Shen?"

"In terms of making people feel 'pleased', he is still the same as before." Amon did not answer directly yes or no, but Adam understood what he meant.

"You mean, He is creating an appearance of peace?"

There is no need to "create". The angels silently corrected in their hearts, just like the father's calmness, the night's silence, Medici's wanton publicity, Thoth's gentleness is a temperament that has been passed down through the years, or

Instincts that cannot be tamed by the world. It is pleasant to get along with gentle people, but it is also easy to be blinded by the peaceful scene in His eyes. Those suspicions and uneasiness are like sugar melting into boiling water. Only by leaving His side can everything be dissolved.

The clues are connected and some not-so-good truths are revealed.

But Amon didn't say it out in the end. It would be fine if he knew it himself. Why bother arguing with this paranoid about words? After thinking about it again and again, he decided to start with another matter.

"Before the anchor points were widely established, He saved a traveler in the rainforest of the Southern Continent. The foolish daredevil was a direct descendant of the Abraham family. Even though their family did not have an angel sitting in charge at the time, it was still considered wealthy and famous.

"Broadcast." Amon paused, "Although they believed in Father God at the time, this might not be an opportunity for them to change their beliefs - in order to test how much respect he had for Father God, I slightly bewitched him."

Adam glanced at his brother, and it could be seen from the slightly upward corners of his mouth that the result of that trial was quite satisfactory.

"He rejected my proposal, even though God the Father was not mentioned in the words?"

"how?"

"'If you advise people to work on Saturdays and Sundays, they will be struck by lightning, not to mention the weather is so good today.'"

Shi Tiantian remembered the serious tone of the Hidden Sage when he said this, and also recalled the lively folk tune like a leaping frog, remembered the man's fingertips dancing on the strings, and remembered the sunlight that made those fingers dazzlingly white...

…the weather is really nice.

"Perhaps He just didn't want the atmosphere to be too serious, so he chose a joking tone."

If it weren't for the concern about the character, Adam would have almost applauded - the only remaining corner of his humanity moved. He couldn't help but think of a sad experience: in a cold laboratory, under the energy-saving lamp with a dead face, a still young man

The researcher was working overtime to check the experimental data. After finishing the work, it was already early morning on Monday, and there was not even a glass of vodka on the weekend. Yes, he nodded slightly, how could the sacred weekend be violated by work.

"But jokes can also reveal true attitudes. When he is in a good mental state, work and leisure will be in a state that does not interfere with each other and is separate. The opposite of this state is endless entertainment...or sleepless

Work."

Just like the time when Thoth had just regained his memory under the guidance of the ancient sun god and night goddess, he sat at the table all day and night, with only neat square characters in his eyes. Eating and sleeping were ignored without any care.

Abandonment, changes in light, shadow, cold and warmth have nothing to do with Him. He is like a lonely soul isolated from the world, a millstone or windmill that keeps spinning.

But how could He really turn Himself into a millstone or a windmill?

At that moment, the angel thought of Thoth sleeping under the statue of the Hanged Man, and thought of the paleness of his cheeks and the dark blue under his eyes - at the same time, he was glad that he could not hide his fatigue perfectly like the faceless man.

How long had He not rested before this meeting? Or could it be that He had trouble sleeping and eating? What was He hiding?

Shi Tiantian curled up his fingers, his knuckles turned slightly white due to excessive exertion, and the broken string was deeply embedded in his palm.

"He has long been able to handle the believers' problems in an orderly manner, and Solomon's coercion and inducements did not worry Him so much. The crux of his soul was hidden elsewhere, but He refused to let it go, preferring to drag around with unnecessary ills."

This rather suggestive riddle made Amon's eyes darken, "You say it as if you know exactly what He is doing."

Adam's tone remained gentle: "Do you want me to tell you?"

"Forget it, a straightforward answer is no fun at all. I still enjoy the process of unraveling the cocoon." Amon stood up from under the tree and stretched, "By the way, where is your body? Sit down again.

Weaving a script at a certain table?”

"Scripts can be written at any time, but the festive atmosphere cannot be enjoyed all the time."

"You'll enjoy the festival too?"

No one answered Him, and after saying these words, the personality side disappeared.

"Hiss, my... how did you get here?!"

"Come here."

The blond priest answered so calmly and calmly that there was no doubt about it.

Sonny Chester met this miserable priest on his way out for hunting. Although he had a calm and kind demeanor, he had a beard hung with ice and hair covered with snowflakes, which was so thin that he had no protection against the cold.

Preaching robes are all reminiscent of the word "miserable". His simple humanitarian spirit prompted Sonny to take this poor man home. With a little psychological suggestion, he naturally ignored all suspicious things.

Warmth hit the faces of the guests when the door opened, mixed with the tantalizing sweet and sour aroma, perhaps with the addition of tomatoes. Sonny let out a sigh of comfort and asked the guests if they wanted some wine or tea. "Just have some wine."

!" Before the stunned guest could react, he opened the cupboard where the wine was kept on his own initiative: "Drinking some wine will keep you warmer."

"Thank you for your generosity."

The bright flame jumped in the fireplace, the dry and warm fur kissed his palms, the sound of chopping vegetables like a drum came from the kitchen, and a small puff of white smoke rushed out of the vent of the pot lid... so familiar. Adam put himself out of

The illusion of the past came out of his mind, but his eyes still glanced at the kitchen without trace, wondering if there was any cream in the soup.

"Well, cough, it's nothing. After all, generosity is a kind of... a kind of..." Sonny was a little flattered by this formal tone. Looking at the solemn preaching robe of the other party, he racked his brains to recall the words in the holy book.

sentence, but I still can’t hold it back.

"Generosity is a selfless virtue, which often manifests as gifts without asking for anything in return." A clear voice sounded, and Sonny's wife came out of the kitchen and glared at him intimidatingly, so he took his hands out of the kitchen.

Put it on the cupboard.

"Hot soup can relieve fatigue better. If you want to drink wine, let's save it for the bonfire party."

"Thank you too, ma'am."

Just as He expected, the soup was the color of tomatoes, beets, and carrots. It was ironed through the lips, teeth and stomach numbed by the cold inch by inch. There was no cream, but beef, onions, and potatoes. Look.

It gives people the impression of being full and rich when it comes in, and it tastes not bad either.

As an audience member, he was used to remaining calm, but for a few seconds he didn't want to look directly into the couple's eyes.

"Send a few people to plant potatoes? No problem. But compared to a few dispensable coolies, I would rather you come here in person." Thoth threw a pine nut into his mouth, "I

I want to grow some more fruits and vegetables.”

After making sure that every mirror was functioning properly, Thoth returned to his seat with the emperor and the duke. Tudor took it seriously that "the heirs of Lord Medici will be punished to grow potatoes in the north if they don't behave well."

The joke was mentioned, but it unexpectedly opened up an unexpected topic.

The farther north the empire goes, the colder and colder it becomes. It is not easy to grow crops in the fringe area called the "Northern Territory". Although the technology of this era is not developed, mysterious means can be used to make up for the shortcomings——

What's more, there is a weather warlock here, so if you don't need it, it will be useless. Referring to the principle of a greenhouse to lock in the heat of the sun, Thoth arranged ritual magic around the cultivated land to prevent the extraordinary power from spilling. In this way, Medici created

The climate effect will continue to exist, and crops suitable for this climate can also be stably produced, which allows the harsh natural conditions of the North to achieve self-sufficiency to a certain extent.

"You are really good at it. Didn't you just plant beets and lettuce last year?"

"I want to try celery and apples this year, and last year's beets weren't sweet enough, so I'll plant another batch."

Medici was speechless: "That's vegetables, not sugar. Why does it have to be so sweet?"

Thoth said seriously: "Because its name contains 'sweet'."

"Then you might as well grow sugar cane."

"Sugar cane likes warm weather and abundant sunshine, and is much more difficult to maintain than sugar beets. Are you sure?"

Medici raised his eyebrows: "But you haven't tried it yet, how do you know I can't do it?"

"Indeed, a man cannot say that he is incompetent." Thoth nodded in agreement, a little regretful that no one in this era understands this joke.

All the angels were stunned for a moment. Forget about hiding the sage, the Red Angel was actually discussing crops seriously. This scene was too fantasy. Tuduo flattered him appropriately: "You two adults really care.

people’s livelihood.”

"After all, I have a group of believers who were stationed there for their ancestors. I should lead them to live a prosperous life."

"Nonsense, my soldiers are responsible for guarding the border. Why don't you plant some food and let them fight the half-giant hungry?"

Although one was polite and the other was sarcastic, they both revealed a sense of taking it for granted.

The nobles have their own carnivals, and the common people also have their enjoyment.

They had no salons, no balls, no satin fans or silk robes, but they had bread and bacon, onions and basil, pomegranate juice and strong wine - these were enough for them to live a nation that was no more miserable than the nobility.

Thanks to the two angels who are always thinking about what to plant next year, even if the reserves in their kitchen are not as dazzlingly rich as those of the lords, they are not empty and embarrassed.

The God of War rolled up his rosy banner, the goddess of the night was about to unroll her black skirt, and smoke began to rise in this northern town.

Adam was filling a salmon belly with vanilla and sweet orange slices. Originally, this warm and simple couple was unwilling to let the guests help, but in the end they were convinced by the priest's solemn creed of "a day without cooking, a day without food."

Impressed, he assigned a job to him. At the same time, the hostess was chopping tomatoes and bell peppers into sauce, and the male host was marinating a leg of lamb.

After stuffing a handful of herbs into the fish's mouth, Adam finally determined that the fish's capacity had reached its limit. He tasted the extra sweet orange, which was unexpectedly sweet. After applying the last bit of sauce, the mulberry

Ni turned to look at Him with a proud look on his face: "How is it? This is a fruit that has been blessed by gods and angels!"

"It's delicious. I didn't expect such sweet crops to grow in extremely cold places." Adam paused, "You just said gods and angels...?"

"Oh, of course it's the great Hidden Sage and Red Angel!" Sonny said with a pious look, "I don't know what kind of divine power those two adults used. Anyway, the weather in certain lands has become extremely warm, even if

Vegetables and fruits can grow in the south! When you entered the town, you should have seen a few very large dome tents in the distance, right? There is the land that was blessed by two adults. We call it

…”

"Big shed." When the hostess interrupted, Adam also said in a very soft voice.

"Yes, the greenhouse! But to be honest, I thought there would be a more powerful name." Sonny put the lamb leg aside and began to spread salt on the baking pan, "Well, I don't mean any disrespect.

But 'big shed' sounds a lot like a place where cows are milked or where pigs are fed."

"Oh, milk and pork, vegetables and fruits, in the final analysis they are all things that fill the stomach - I think this name is very appropriate."

"Haha, that's right. Praise the Hidden Sage!" The man pulled out the brass Eye of Secrets pendant from his collar, patted it on his heart and pressed it, "Of course, I also thank the Red Angel!"

"Do you do this every year?"

The swollen fish is placed on a baking pan covered with salt, and layers of salt are applied to its body with the aroma of orange and grass. Soon it will be reborn under the flames and become a unique salt dish.

Grilled fish - even if it is only done once a year during a grand festival, it is luxury enough for common people, and even enough to be placed on the tables of some small nobles.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

"No, it's nothing."

This couple will not know, nor will the people in this extremely cold place know, that at the same time, there are many people of similar status to them who are still living in this prosperous country. Even if they were born in warmer areas, this

Such sumptuous dishes have no chance to be put on their tables in the name of celebration. Their warmth and warmth are also regarded as nothing by the lords who are celebrating the festival - only when the tax day is approaching, the nobles will condescend to their nobles.

Look at them, and the rest of the time they are struggling in oblivion. The word "life" has been worn away by day and night work, and the rosy complexion and plump muscles are gone, leaving only a skeleton called "survival", a skinny skeleton.

.

He thought of the Garden of Eden with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, and the conversation amid the scent of tea.

"So what kind of god is a great god?"

He said, what do you think?

"Probably, it makes believers feel that believing in me is a happy and lucky thing."

Thoth almost blurted out. Today's gods will definitely sneer at his point of view: How can the fragile and short-lived human feelings be a ruler to measure the gods? Life and death are all gifts from the gods, and humans should be grateful just for being able to prostrate themselves at the feet of the gods.

In the Era of the Gods, people were ants, straw, and dust; in the homeland of the Hermits, people were the soil, the cornerstone, and the beginning and destination of all achievements. Even if the old civilization died, the teachings of the motherland remained.

He took root and sprouted and grew vigorously.

"You'd make a great god."

The incomplete Creator repeated the words he said thousands of years ago.

"My comrade, my friend, I am very happy to see that you still remember your original appearance. I wish that your faith will last forever with you. I wish that the scenery you will see in the future will be far better than mine."

"You should have higher and loftier achievements, and don't let those illusory things hinder your progress."

"Even if it's me...or 'we.'"

Before the bonfire burned out, the priest left the singing and dancing crowd and narrated a new chapter in the wind and snow.

"Today is the last day of Founding Day, perhaps to bring a perfect end to this grand festival. The sun is exceptionally bright, and the snow is like silver. The people here regard this as a good sign. No one noticed that in the mountains,

An undercurrent of disaster.”

"After the snow is exposed to sunlight, the surface snow melts, and the snow water seeps into the space between the snow and the hillside, thereby reducing the friction between the snow and the rocks. Coupled with its own gravity, the snow layer begins to move downward.

, plus a gust of wind blowing at just the right time—"

Click, click, a slight movement came from the Grotai Mountains. At the same time, Thoth, thousands of miles away, put down the pine nuts in his hand.

"So an avalanche happened, which makes sense."

In the writer's unhurried words, the mighty white water poured out thousands of miles, rushing unstoppably towards the village at his feet.