Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

"Your Majesty the Emperor, please forgive me for my unkind request."

"It would have been rude to leave in the middle of such a solemn occasion, and I feel deeply guilty and regretful - but the timing of this avalanche was disturbingly coincidental."

"It is true that this may be just an ordinary natural disaster, but I cannot yet estimate the proportion of mysterious power in it. I would rather be cautious than be careless about any disturbances on the borders of the empire - after all, this is your

A sacred duty entrusted to me."

"Thank you for your permission, then please allow me to resign."

Three minutes after the avalanche occurred, the Hidden Sage had disappeared from the seats at the Imperial Capital Swordsmanship Competition.

Under the blizzard were the remains of the village. When it was swallowed up, it did not struggle, call for help, or even show the slightest fear. It just became the food of the giant snow beast in silence.

Because the people here have already moved away.

"This place is surrounded by mountains on three sides. It's lucky that no avalanche occurred. But if an avalanche occurs, your parents, children, brothers and sisters will not escape death."

As early as the glorious age, the Gruno people followed the oracle of the Hidden Sage and migrated out in batches with the help of the Gaebians. Some of them went to the northern coast of the Sea of ​​​​Jian, where the climate is warm and abundant supplies, and some

I didn’t want to be too far away from my hometown, so I looked for a place

A vast and flat snowfield, new towns and villages were built. More than five hundred meters away from the town, the roaring snow beast reluctantly stopped running and pressed its toes, while people continued to sing and dance.

, the aroma of meat and wine filled the night.

They would not know that the god they believed in looked at them briefly, and then plunged into the desolate and cold darkness. The moment they turned around, Thoth's expression changed from gentle to dark, as if a storm was about to come.

The "Giant's Shoulders" stood at the end of his sight.

"Because this avalanche came so unexpectedly and coincidentally, the Hidden Sage couldn't help but wonder if all his actions were being seen. Even though he held the power of hiding, he did not make the next move rashly, but chose to blend into the darkness.

Just wait and see what happens.”

"For a god who has been in business for many years, such caution is reasonable, but it does not mean that my script will become invalid."

"Because the avalanche did disrupt some of the mystical methods He had set up in the snowy mountains, and the part that blocked the spirituality accidentally failed. Those sinister and ominous auras overflowed, and disappeared quietly as time went by.

Although it is far away from the town where believers live, in order to fulfill their duties as gods and give themselves peace of mind, the Hidden Sage will definitely make repairs in these days."

"And that very act would expose Him even more."

"The way you enjoy the festival is really special." The angel mocked, and the cold wind blew his black cloak, but it couldn't take off his pointed hat.

"What you want to know will be revealed within a few days."

Adam turned a deaf ear to Amon's sarcasm. His tone was sincere and calm, just like a father saying he wanted to give his child a gift. Ever since his father died under the secret plan of Redemption Rose, ignorance has become what Amon hates most.

, if this gift

He would happily accept it if it involved some secrets, but when he thought that the protagonist of this secret was Thoth, he became inexplicably uneasy... No, he couldn't think about it in detail. He suppressed his floating thoughts, because any wavering in his mind would

It will only be infinitely magnified in the eyes of the audience.

"The result? Isn't it paving the way for the climax of the drama?"

Adam took a deep look at Him: "This time I don't want to stir up trouble, but I want to let the dust settle. I just want Anonymity to stop its depraved behavior and get back on the right track."

"It doesn't sound like you to be so considerate."

"He is our brother after all."

Adam dropped a bomb in an understatement, and even the cynical Shi Angel opened his eyes wide in surprise.

“I once heard the conversation between God the Father and Sasriel, saying that He was originally an ethereal and invisible information creature, and that His father used his own flesh and blood to create His form—in other words, His body is filled with His father’s blood.

Adam paused, "You felt close to Him when you were a child, maybe it's because of this reason."

"How boring are you when you talk about human bloodline theory in front of mythical creatures?" Amon sneered, "And I never looked for the shadow of my father in him."

Light and darkness, black and white, holiness and depravity, the more disparate things are, the harder it is for people to connect them, so few people can imagine that there is a secret space that interacts with the spiritual world hidden somewhere in the pure and flawless snow-capped mountains.

, dark, turbid, sinister, like hell on earth.

That is the private execution ground of the Hidden Sage.

A series of cold lights lit up in the darkness. They were blue ice coffins, with extraordinary creatures sealed inside: some of them were feathered snakes with human faces, some were beauties with hair as thick as snakes, and some had eyes.

The splitting horned demons... some folded their deformed bodies, some tried to strangle themselves, and some did

They made the action of throwing fireballs, and some seemed to turn around and run away... Their last expressions and movements were frozen by the "crystal coffin", just like bugs in amber, unable to move. But unlike bugs,

They are still alive, but the light and heat of life have no chance for them, and death refuses to give them eternal sleep.

Butterflies rested on the ice coffin, and the faint light outlined the eye patterns on their wings. Each "eye" stared at the prisoners indifferently, and murmurs sounded in the ears of the prisoners from time to time, lingering like curses.

, actually gave them the illusion that these "eyes" could talk.

"Have you thought about today?"

"When you used poison to pollute the water source and caused people in a village to die from bleeding from their orifices and pus all over their bodies, did you ever think about today?"

"When you disembowel each night traveler and fill the altar with their hearts, livers and intestines, have you ever thought about today?"

"When you commanded your men to loot ships, and your husbands watched their wives being raped, and your parents watched their children beheaded, did you ever think about today?"

"You must have never thought about today, because in this extraordinary and supreme world, you feel that you can do whatever you want with the power in your hands. Hell to you is just a lie to scare children... Indeed, I occasionally doubt the word 'hell'

The truth of the statement.”

"So I decided to dig out a hell myself. Although it is a bit cramped, I hope it can meet your imagination of the word 'hell'."

A rustling sound came from the darkness, like a stalking viper, which was more unsettling than the pure silence. In a trance, a painful witch whose tears had dried up realized that the ice coffin imprisoning her had melted.

, but she is powerless

She ran away because the black thorns wrapped around her body and inserted the sharp thorns into her flesh and blood, squeezing her vitality. A painful groan came from her already hoarse throat, and her screams had already been heard in the previous

Exhausted in torture.

It doesn't matter, this little pain is nothing, I'm used to it... She comforted herself like this, but suddenly she felt a thorn stabbing into her abdominal cavity.

"Gulu, Gulu——"

The witch did not die immediately. She was horrified to feel that the branches of the plants were squirming inside her body, playing with the internal organs, and poking these parts without skin protection with small new branches. An ominous premonition enveloped her, making her efforts in vain.

She struggled on the ground, and the new branch pierced her stomach, then went up the esophagus, and finally stuck out from the mouth!

In her gradually darkening vision, a bright red rose bloomed on a branch.

Thoth watched as her head tilted to the side at a strange angle, her face neither sad nor happy. The shadow spread around her feet, stretched, stood upright, and finally turned into Meng Bai in a suit and tie.

Meng Bai was smiling and licking his lips, as if he was full of wine and food.

A small cracking sound came from the air, and they looked up together, squinting their eyes because of the light coming in from the hole.

Snowflakes and black feathers fell one after another.

"It turns out to be you."

The Hidden Sage let out a sigh of relief, looked at the Angel of Time with his usual gentle and calm eyes, and said no more words.

A sharp pain hit his face, and the angel's figure in his field of vision was divided into seven or eight. Thoth knew that his mythical creature form had appeared again, and cracks appeared on the left half of his face, and there were cracks inside.

The flesh and blood solidified to form distinct black and white eyes.

It must be ugly. With this thought in mind, he planned to find a place to hide and get through this embarrassing moment, but Amon grabbed his wrist. The thief, who was not good at brute force, was frighteningly strong at the moment.

, so tight that his wrists ached slightly. Before Thoth could react, Amon pulled the

As He left this dark and bloody space, he crashed into the leaden sky and the swirling heavy snow. The distance was stolen one after another, and the scenery in front of him changed in turn, with ports, forests, villages, and everything... They were like headless people.

Bumping around like flies, Thoth could only be sure that he was still in the northern continent.

Thoth finally asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"Anywhere is fine, don't stay there."

Don't stay in such a dark and turbid place. You should stay under the sunshine and blue sky, surrounded by green grass and flowers, surrounded by the worship of believers and the praise of family members, surrounded by soft pillows and warm quilts, just like before.

As if knowing that Thoth did not want others to see his appearance, Amon kept pointing the back of his head towards Thoth, but his voice was hoarse as if it contained gravel.

"Go to a place where you can sit down." Thoth said softly, "Let's talk."

The car was driving slowly in the mist of the spiritual world, its two big copper bell-like eyes turning.

The lemon slices became fragrant under the wash of hot water. Thoth pushed the tea cup in front of Amon and said, "You have a question and I have a question, okay?"

"Can."

"Then let me ask first, whose handiwork was that avalanche?"

"Adam." Amon answered without hesitation.

"I'm glad the answer to this question is not you. Go back and tell Adam that since there were no casualties this time, I can forget about it." Thoth poured himself a cup of tea, "It's your turn."

"What is that shadow that looks exactly like you?"

"He is the dark side of my mind, which merged with my shadow under the influence of the 'fall' authority, and finally took on the appearance you see." Thoth paused, "How did you discover that place?

I thought I hid it well."

Amon took out a slightly faded ball of wool, with a broken piano string tied to one end of the thread.

Its name is "Eriadne's Thread". In ancient Greek mythology, it helped Theseus escape from the labyrinth of Minos, and was fished out of the dust of history by Thoth's "mysterious reappearance".

The only function is to find the way, and the items tied to the thread will lead the way to the location of the owner.

Only then did Thoth realize that he shot himself in the foot, "To be honest, I kind of regret giving it to you."

Amon showed a playful smile, "It's too late."

"Next question, that..." Amon chose his words, "The dark side, what negative impact will it have on you?"

"He will amplify my negative emotions and make me impulsive, irritable, and extreme. If these emotions are not released or satisfied, He will keep whispering in my ear."

"Satisfaction?" Amon caught this keyword. "Is this the purpose of killing that witch just now? To please the dark side with blood and killing?"

Thoth smiled bitterly and expressed his acquiescence.

"Other than that, it's no big deal." He added a little superfluously.

"Wow." Amon showed a smiley expression, "It's like 'other than that, it's no big deal.' Why not put it in a more straightforward way, your mental state is getting worse and worse.

Unstable.”

"Ahem, cough, cough." Thoth took a sip of tea guiltily. After being silent for a while, he asked, "Will you reveal our conversation today to others?"

"No." Amon answered simply, "But you - you know that I may reveal your secrets or use them as leverage against you, why are you still willing to be so honest? To a thief who can steal authority, to a thief who can steal authority.

A born fraudster so candid?”

"Maybe it's because I'm tired of pretending to be normal." Thoth smiled, "Or maybe I'm looking forward to your care - it's a very fulfilling thing to be cared about by a child who has been brought up since childhood."

"Your sense of accomplishment is really cheap." Amon breathed out from his nose.

"As a person, you must know how not to have too high expectations. Well... I have nothing more to ask, do you have any more?"

"Why is the pollution of the Hanged Man so deep on you?" A gleam of cold light flashed on Amon's monocle, "I don't think Medici and Ourolish would have such a lively shadow."

"You know, I always see more in this way than others, so it's normal to receive more pollution inadvertently..." Thoth paused, "And that's your dad,

Don't call Him that."

"Stop changing the subject. Isn't it fun to fool me like a child?"

"I wanted to bring Him out of his madness."

Although he had expected it, Amon was still stunned when he admitted it in person. Researching madness will inevitably lead to madness, and he was actually doing something that was harmful and useless.

"Of course, I know this is very unrealistic and whimsical, and before He can come out of his madness, I myself have been tortured into this horrible state. It's very useless, right? Well, you can laugh at me as much as you like.

!”

Thoth smashed the cup on the table with a "dong" sound, and rubbed his hair almost giving up on himself.

"But you don't necessarily have no results at all." Amon touched his hand that was clenched into a fist and gently stroked the knuckles that were white from too much force. "You are at the top of the Secret Peeping Path, and you control everything

Countless occult knowledge and even old secrets. Even if the process is a bit tortuous, as long as you want it, you can definitely do it, right?"

"Glib tongue." Thoth blinked his red eyes hard.

"It's so sad. This is one of the few things I say sincerely as a fraudster."

"It was effective, but not much. It took me many years to understand the most basic thing, which is why He is always crazy."

Amon made a gesture of listening.

"To put it simply, He has been dreaming."

"You put it too simply."

"It was a dream with a huge span, but it was fragmented. It was like a picture that was torn into pieces and then put back together in pieces, eventually turning into something completely different."

"Are you saying that there is a problem with His self-perception? But there is no shortage of His believers." Amon said in confusion, "Medici even made his entire family believe in Him."

"Amon, his life is too long, and the few words of his name recited by believers cannot be summarized at all." Thoth said sadly, "And those most important passages have long been lost in the dust of history."