Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

"Grass."

This was the first thing Thoth said after reading the letter.

Amon had already taken off the blood moon wax seal from the envelope and played with it for a while. After hearing this, he said thoughtfully: "So you want to do it with the God of Beauty..."

"I didn't take it seriously, I just sighed." Thoth fell down on the couch like a salted fish, with a look of despair on his face, "The vampires are going to visit the empire. It's such a big thing, everyone has their hands full.

."

"But Solomon doesn't have the final say on what to do. Why did Onya send you a letter?" Amon's tone was a little subtle, "Or is it that you had a personal relationship in the last era and he wanted to catch up with you?"

Thoth rolled his eyes: "Come on, in the last era, I was either pulling you or working on my career. What's the point of reminiscing about old times when we can't get along with the vampires?"

I think so. Amon happily stuffed a candied plum into his mouth.

"Oh, you really got what you said."

A gap opened in the space, and a spiritual creature with an upper body covered in blood-stained armor and a lower body covered in black mist came in, holding a letter in his hand with the royal family's coat of arms stamped on it.

Thoth opened the letter quickly and sighed halfway through reading, "Okay, I will get a report from the imperial capital tomorrow."

"So urgent?"

"His Majesty the Emperor means that I will be tentatively appointed as the travel consultant for the Vampire Mission to show them the Empire's style in a grand and comprehensive manner."

He also mentioned the letter that Yang had sent earlier, "What the God of Beauty said was that he wanted to take the opportunity to discuss music and art with me. I even doubted whether He had colluded with our dear Emperor to

I sent him over to be his high-end companion."

"Are you sure He just wants to discuss music and art with you?"

"The wrangling over interests is a matter for those lawyers." Thoth sighed, "Tudor and Trunsoest are probably already rehearsing the possible demands made by the vampires. I also have to do relevant homework...

…If the vampires really want to settle in the empire in the future, it will be necessary to build a good relationship.”

"Then you go quickly."

"Then remember to take care of yourself."

Thoth sat closer to Him and spoke in a gentle and sincere tone, "Dreams are treacherous and changeable. You must be cautious and cautious, and don't rush for success. If you feel the burden is heavy, rest for a while. Although Medici has a bad mouth.

Yes, but you won’t break the contract easily. You must ask Him for the requests you should make, you know?”

"knew."

Amon curled his lips, was he treating himself like a fledgling?

"Also," Thoth pointed to a cabinet, "there are talismans and extraordinary items I made myself. If you want to use them, you can take them yourself. If they are not enough, tell me and I will make them separately and send them to you. Do you understand?

?”

"oh."

What? He always steals things from others, how can anyone directly give things to Him...

No respect at all for Him who is at the top of the thief's path.

It's really boring. The corners of Shi Angel's mouth drooped a little bit. It's not interesting at all.

But He did not avoid the hand that touched his hair.

It is a fine tradition of the Solomon Empire to quarrel every time there is a meeting.

There are many reasons for the quarrel, it could be a few tax points, the size of a banquet, or even how many candles should be placed in a candlestick - perhaps considering that this is one of the few ways angels can maintain their humanity.

His Majesty the Emperor is always tolerant. As long as they don't pick up chairs and beat each other violently, he won't stop them. He just keeps a mysterious smile, occasionally extracts a few key words from the quarrel, and reminds them not to stray from the center.

Thoughts should at least be logical.

"I have never been so desperate when dealing with post-disaster prayers."

Thoth took a sip of tea with despair - it was a pity that the angel didn't need to go to the toilet, he couldn't even use the excuse of peeing after drinking too much.

Trunsoest and Tudor are arguing fiercely over the ritual specifications for welcoming the vampires.

Trunsoest was scolding Tudor for treating the money in the treasury as autumn leaves, and Tudor was mocking Trunsoest for being petty. As soon as he saw Augustus starting to gear up, he thought that this scolding war would have to escalate.

Thoth felt a dull pain in his buttocks, so he changed into a more comfortable position and began to "open a small window" with Medici.

In the era before mobile phones, spiritual communication was so good.

"How's it going over there with Amon? Just take a look at it for me."

"Are you annoyed?! Was it difficult for you to pick out your secret eyes and put them on Him?!"

"No, it will make me look like a peeping tom."

Medici rolled his eyes across the long table.

"Medici, we are still good friends, right? Right? Right, right, right, right..."

"Stop fucking reading it! Let me see, can't I see it?!"

"Lord Thoth."

Solomon's voice sounded like the sound of nature, Medici was liberated, and Thoth sat upright, looking like "I have been listening very carefully."

"I think the pieces of music you composed in the early years were very good, and there are many people among your followers who are good at singing and dancing. Why not take on the role of entertainment consultant?"

The Black Emperor said with a smile: "It can be an opera, a stage play or a concert. It must be eye-catching and let the vampires see the cultural splendor of our country."

During the Glorious Era, Thoth would occasionally play some songs from the old civilization. After his followers obtained permission, they copied these songs, wrote lyrics, and performed them in various performance forms. Over time, he developed a "

The title of "Patron Saint of Literature and Art".

But now he regrets letting this name spread.

Thoth's expression cracked slightly, "But Your Majesty, you seem to have assigned me the position of travel consultant."

"It does happen, but with your ability, you will be able to handle both tasks at the same time."

The Black Emperor said meaningfully: "You won't let me down, will you?"

Thoth suddenly wanted to run away with the bucket.

"Huh~huh~huh~"

"I really don't understand you." A child-like insect of time tilted its head, "You were clearly resentful and wanted to scold Solomon before, but now you are humming happily?"

"Because Stiano and the others have made a batch of new musical instruments, I also look forward to them being able to shine in this diplomatic event."

Thoth was making circles on a map and connecting countless circles with dotted lines. He was planning the route for the vampire envoy to visit the imperial capital, and planned to go to the site tomorrow to see, for example, whether the stone bricks on the road were in good condition.

, whether the sewage has reached the ground, and how close it is to the downtown area... When he thought about it carefully, it was really something he had to worry about. He almost had the illusion that he had become a housekeeper.

"Ah, Craftsman." The clone's tone became playful, and he adjusted his monocle with his white and tender hands, "They are also a family that has mastered the path of God. Their family doesn't even have a Sequence 2. Why is this?

"

Thoth said with a smile: "Yes...why?"

They looked at each other for a long time, seeing two miniature selves in each other's eyes, until there was a knock on the study door.

"Uncle Thoth, the door is not closed, I came in?"

Yelena Medici poked a red head out of the door.

"Oh, little Yelena, I have something important to entrust to you."

The fake and hair-raising smile faded from Thoth's face, and he became alive again, and then took out a box from his sleeve - a little space trick was applied to this sleeve.

"Look at this."

The box was opened, and there were more than a dozen conches of different colors inside. Thoth tapped one conch three times with his knuckles, and an exciting melody flowed out. He then tapped another conch.

, this time it’s an ethereal melody.

"In order to entertain the vampire guests, I have to hold a concert, so I have to choose the repertoire. Can you help me?"

"Me?!" Yelena was flattered, "But my attainments in music..."

"Don't be nervous, it's just a reference." Thoth blinked, "Only after consulting various people can I come up with the optimal solution."

"Yeah!" Yelena's eyes were slightly bright, and her face was slightly red because of the glorious sense of mission.

"Choose the five songs that you think are the most beautiful. Don't rush to give an answer. You can compare them more."

"Isn't there 'Take Me to Church' in this?" In the gap between their words, the Worm of Hours had smashed all the conches, looking a little disappointed, "That song is both holy and obscene, pious and blasphemous,

It will surely amaze everyone.”

"You also know that the song sounds very blasphemous?" Thoth knocked on his little head, "The original intention of that song was to satirize the absurdity of religion. I dare to bring this song to the stage.

Your Majesty the Emperor dares to peel off my skin."

"Ah - doesn't that mean there is no chance to hear it?"

Thoth looked at him with a deep expression for a while, the Worm of Time looked innocent, and Yelena beside him was a little at a loss.

"If you want me to sing to you alone, just ask."

Yelena suddenly wanted to bury her head under the table.

Father! I finally understand why you said you can get close to Uncle Thoth, but he must stay far away when he is with him!

"Okay, I'll go out and you two can get along well."

"Where are you going?"

Thoth smiled slightly, "The Stianos have made exquisite musical instruments and deserve to be rewarded."