Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

"Great Hidden Sage, please bring back the news about my husband. He has been at sea for more than a month..."

"Lord of the Mysteries, the Incarnation of Spiritual Numbers and Knowledge, the Great Hidden Sage, please grant the power of this spell. I am willing to please you with herbs and incense..."

"Sage, please allow me to submit the file regarding the use of banned drugs to make huge profits..."

"Sage, please bless me to pass this exam! I will definitely pass, right?! You must know that I have been reviewing for three nights!"

Countless dots of light representing prayers flashed in front of Thoth. Looking at them for a long time made people dizzy. However, as the saying goes, "If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight." If you accept the respect and sacrifices of believers, you must endure the busyness.

The torture - not to mention that after being dodged for so many years, his eyes had already developed resistance.

"He's a fisherman... Let Qingniao take whatever belongings belong to her husband."

"Are you a child of the school... Well, the ceremony is pretty well arranged, it's accurate."

"Hmph, you're actually poisoning my followers right under my nose? See how I deal with you."

"What's the point of begging me for the exam?! And go to bed now!"

After dealing with this wave of affairs, Thoth finally had time to pour himself a cup of tea. He always disliked tasteless water. Smelling the fragrance of the roses under the washing of hot water, he felt that his humanity had risen a little.

But for some reason, today's tea seemed to lack the refreshing feeling. Thoth stared at the white mist on the water for a long time, and finally stood up a mirror that was buckled on the table.

"The great god of war, the symbol of iron and blood, the master of turmoil and strife... I am the Hidden Sage, and I hereby request your response."

After the words fell, the water surface rippled, making a buzzing sound like bells. Then Medici's face appeared in the mirror. He should be in his own mansion. Thoth saw a wolf head on the wall behind him, and his fur was rare.

The reddish-brown color—that was the spring hunting trophy of one of his descendants.

"Big Eyes, what's the matter?"

"How is He now?"

"Tsk, tsk, how long has it been since the little crow flew away from you, and you start to feel worried?"

Medici showed a wan smile and said with deep meaning: "Zarath would not even dare to write such a script for the secret couple."

"Stop talking nonsense." Thoth's face turned dark, "Connect to his field of vision to see what's going on, now, immediately, immediately."

The reason why Medici is willing to establish an overall relationship with Amon is, on the one hand, to assist and share the mental damage caused by extreme emotions for Amon, and on the other hand, to monitor and ensure that Amon does not do any small things such as stealing power.

"You look like an old hen whose eggs have been taken away."

Medici muttered, and then took out a forehead ornament - it was embedded with an eye that Thoth had plucked out from his mythical creature form. He put the forehead ornament on his head, so Thoth could

Share His vision.

Red Angel's field of vision extended all the way to the Hanged Man's dream, and a sea of ​​blood came into view.

Suddenly, roars like trapped beasts resounded through the sky, followed by waves of bloody waves. Several crows hurriedly rushed into the sky. They were smart and light, and not even a single feather got wet. If you look closely, you can see that they have food in their beaks.

There are some flickering particles - those are the old memories of the Creator that are too long to be traced back.

What a risk. Thoth breathed a sigh of relief.

"You see, the little crows are very clever and can never die." Medici said coolly.

"Why are you so anxious? We haven't seen His true form yet."

After changing the angle, Thoth finally found the figure of a white crow. It landed on the top of the waves as light as a feather and turned into an angel of time dressed as a wizard, holding a fragment of memory in his palm.

"Let me see...what is this memory about?"

"Well, I definitely didn't mean to disrespect my father's privacy. Absolutely not. I was just checking to see if there was anything wrong."

What is a world without extraordinary things?

This is an unimaginable question for Time Angel, who was born as a mythical creature, and the process of helping the real creator to recover his old memories is also a process for him to pursue the answer - although it is time-consuming and laborious, the result fascinates him.

In that era, the night was not a lair where beasts and evil spirits breed fear, but another gorgeous day, with colorful lights gradually lighting up, some changing into various characters, some flickering like stars, and others

It blooms like a flower that puts even Solomon's palace to shame.

In that era, there was no need to travel across mountains and rivers from city to city or country to country. The steel worms on the ground and the giant steel birds in the sky could accommodate hundreds of people at a time. The worms crawled so fast that the houses on both sides

They were all blurred into dim blocks of color. The iron bird flew so high that even ordinary people who couldn't ride the wind could enjoy the feeling of being high in the clouds.

In that era, a person who did not inherit a title could still eat fine food, obtain a high-quality and comprehensive education, wear colorful clothes, and wear gems and pearls, as long as his income did not come from theft and robbery - yes,

Even if there were hierarchies in that era, they were by no means as strict as the Solomon Empire. This was the most incredible thing for Amon.

This is what my father’s homeland looks like, so what should Thoth’s country look like?

Will there be such gorgeous lights at night? Will people travel in giant steel objects? Will it snow often? Are there churches as colorful as candy? What color is the hair of people there? And what about their skin?

What color?

Speaking of appearance - He also caught a glimpse of his father's past appearance in these fragments. At that time, he, no, he was probably looking in the mirror. It turned out that his father was once a man with a snotty nose and a red nose, and was wrapped up like a brown bear by his mother.

A little boy; he was once a quiet and gentle young man wearing a pair of thick glasses; he was once a mature man with greasy hair and dark eyes.

Shi Tianzhang watched him playing in the snow with other children, rolling the snowball as fast as himself; watching him fascinated as he listened to the teacher preaching about those passionate years, his eyes sparkled with longing.

; Watching him put away the things his father used in the depths of the cupboard in the first half of the night, and then smoke one after another in the second half of the night. His eyes were already bloodshot at dawn.

He was a human being.

He realizes this more clearly than ever.

A person who can laugh wantonly, cry loudly, and also curse over the smallest things... a person.

The sound of birds flapping their wings interrupted Amon's thoughts. The clones handed him the found memory gravel and flew to the scarlet sea again.

Amon's ability to pick out a certain unlucky "Crazy Mage" from countless collections appropriately "amplified" the mutual attraction of these memory gravels - so "Youth" and "Youth" gathered together, "Youth" and "Youth"

"Youth" gathers together, "childhood" and "childhood" gather together, like magnets with opposite poles attracting each other, and similar solvents merging with each other.

Those fragmented sounds, images, smells, and touches were reorganized, new memory fragments were born, and He curiously triggered it.

In what period of time will we see our father this time?

The harsh sound kicked off the memory, and then countless people in white uniforms appeared. They looked at each other, panic spread in the noise. Through his father's eyes, Amon saw many pipes and instruments, and each one.

The red flashing lights are like malicious eyes.

Some people burst into sobs, some cursed angrily, and some people paced anxiously and began to touch the cigarette cases in their pockets. My father was the calmest among them, and then he seemed to find something.

, walked towards the depths of this building.

The corridor was pale and quiet, like a monster's esophagus. He called out tentatively, and Amon recognized that it was a man's name.

After getting no response, his father's footsteps became hurried and gradually turned into a trot. Amon could almost hear his heartbeat beating like a drum. He got on the elevator. After descending an unknown number of meters, the metal door opened.

Open it in front of him.

He saw the person he was looking for, a man also wearing a white uniform standing in front of the railing, looking down with an obsessed expression.

Below is a deep pit, a deep pit overflowing with black liquid.

My father seemed to have a premonition of something. He ran over and tried to drag the man back to safety, but it was already too late. The man climbed down the railing and plunged into the black liquid, making no sound like a mud cow plunging into the sea, without even a single wave of shock.

rise.

"That is...the Sea of ​​Chaos?!"

Before Amon could think about it, the sea of ​​​​blood began to vibrate, and thousands of turbulent waves hit him like the tentacles of a giant monster from the North Sea!

"Little crow, come to your senses!"

Medici's voice pulled him away from the memories of his father, and the butterflies embraced him and took him away from the dream.

"It's... so chaotic."

"Lemon slices, calendula, chamomile, which one do you want?"

"Chamomile."

The dried white flowers stretched their limbs under the boiling water, exuding a light fragrance, which well diluted the smell of blood surrounding Amon's nose. Although excitement and adventure are an indispensable part of life,

But this feeling of peace and tranquility is also very nice.

Thoth turned his back to Him, rummaged in the cupboard, and finally took out a plate of almond biscuits and a small jar of candied plums - since the last era, He always liked to have some food around him.

"What are you laughing at?"

"There is a squirrel in my father's memory." Amon picked up a piece of almond biscuit. "It would knock on my father's window with a pine cone, and then my father would give it a biscuit."

"Quite polite."

Thoth finally showed a smile, and poured himself a cup of tea, and the color returned to his face.

"You and your father are really in trouble." Amon deliberately made a serious face, "There were so many interesting things in your time, but you never talked about it."

"That's to leave a little surprise for you today."

"Huh, actually you just find it troublesome."

Thoth sighed and did not deny it. This undoubtedly gave Amon the opportunity to make further progress.

"It's not too late for me to forgive you now. Tell me what you were like before and I will forgive you..."

"Dear Hidden Sage, your disciple Arnold requests an audience."

A respectful voice unfortunately interrupted Amon's excuse. After receiving permission, an angel with honey-colored skin and reddish-brown hair came in. He glanced at Amon in surprise, and then buried his head lower.

.

"What's the matter? My beloved."

"I have something important for you."

Arnold held up a black envelope, with the red moon wax seal on it particularly eye-catching.