Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

The sound of music tinkled.

Hader Stiano, a Sequence 6 "craftsman" stared at the Hidden Sage's fingers moving slowly on the keys, and swallowed nervously - this nervousness was partly because the other party was on an adjacent path.

The King of Angels, on the other hand, is because the other party will decide whether his invention is eligible to apply for a patent.

By the way, it is said that the word "patent" was also coined by this gentleman. It specifically includes three aspects: invention, utility model and design. The word "patent" was first formally proposed in the "Intellectual Property Protection Law".

At the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, all industries were waiting to be flourished and we must carry on the past and forge ahead into the future. In order to encourage invention and creation and promote the production and development of the empire, the Black Emperor promulgated the "Intellectual Property Protection Law" on the initiative of the Hidden Sage. Its function is to protect the intellectual property rights that inventors and creators should enjoy.

Various rights and interests, including patent rights, trademark rights, trade secret rights, copyrights, rights to cultivate new plant varieties, etc.

Even if he couldn't read the too complicated legal provisions, Harder Stiano knew that this was a good thing for their craftsmen, because violating this bill was tantamount to offending the authority of His Majesty the Emperor. After several punishments, those who were under the banner of

The guys selling fake and shoddy products under the name "Stiano" have stopped a lot, and the pockets of the hard-working craftsmen have also bulged.

The sage is really a good man, no, he is really a kind angel!

Harder felt this way more than once.

"What a miracle." Thoth's admiration pulled him out of his inner world. "The timbre is rich in high-order harmonics, the timbre is crisp and bright. And the unique metallic sound... It is hard to imagine that it is a creation of this era."

This instrument is named "harpsichord", but it is actually a simplified version of the piano.

When did the ancient civilization invent the piano? Thoth thought about it, but he had no idea about the history of music.

"You flatter me!"

Harder was so dizzy by the word "miracle" that he could not speak coherently, "Well, actually I experienced many failures before I built it, and my tribe also said that I was whimsical...ahem!"

Hader covered his mouth and coughed so hard that he almost fainted from his stupidity. How could he choke on his own saliva?!

Fortunately, the adult was not angry because of his gaffe, but smiled faintly, as if looking at a reckless child, even though Harder was already the father of two children.

"No need to be modest." Thoth continued after Hard returned to normal, "In fact, this invention can not only be patented, but also qualified to appear at concerts hosting vampires."

Harder took a breath, my God! The sound produced by the instrument he built was honored to be heard by His Majesty the Emperor, so many Dukes, and even envoys from foreign races?! What an honor this is!

"Well, it completely belongs to you in a legal sense."

When Hader's brain exploded into fireworks, Thoth had already signed the patent application and stamped his own seal behind the two seals, one blue and one green, using purple ink pad.

"But if we really want to debut it at a concert to welcome the vampires, the time will be very tight. After all, it is not easy to learn a brand new instrument. The movement also needs to be adjusted, and the various instruments also need to be adjusted... There are still four

Fifteen days, very challenging.”

Thoth mused: "Of course, the whole process is inseparable from you as the inventor. If you find it difficult to do it, there is no need to..."

"Don't worry, I can do it!"

Harder answered without hesitation.

He has been unknown for so many years. How could he let it go so easily when he finally had a chance to become famous?!

at the same time.

Winter is approaching, and it gets dark very early in the northern reaches of the empire.

Elisa Stiano is writing a letter by the light.

"Dear father, Zhan Xinjia."

"In the blink of an eye, I have been in Northern Xinjiang for three years. Three years ago today, I and dozens of tribesmen came here at the request of His Majesty the Emperor to contribute to the country's border defense cause. At that time, my heart was full of

I'm afraid, because I have always felt that this place is a bitter and cold place, and because there is widespread belief in the Hidden Sage here, and I am a descendant of a craftsman family, I am worried that I will be suppressed and persecuted."

"But gradually, I realized that I was wrong. First of all, although it is windy and snowy here, there are complete facilities and sufficient resources, so there is no need to worry about survival."

"Secondly, although the followers of the Hidden Sage are devout, they are not so narrow-minded that they cannot tolerate others. They never lack our food and clothing, and they never engage in physical or verbal confrontations - as long as we don't say blasphemy.

If so, don’t do anything disrespectful.”

"I have to say that the followers of the Hidden Sage are a strange group of people. For a long time, I have been unable to summarize them with a unified description. Some of them are good at mathematics, some love medicine, and some are good at singing.

Dance, some are quite accomplished in linguistics, some like to say mysterious things, some are always straightforward, and some are withdrawn by nature...like fortune tellers, like hunters, like readers...but who

It doesn’t look like either.”

"Finally I found the answer in the library. Yes, I didn't expect there to be a library, but if I think about it carefully, they even built a 'greenhouse' dedicated to growing vegetables. It's not surprising that there is a library.

That’s it.”

"By the way, the last time I went to the greenhouse, the rose cabbage inside was growing very well."

"The books in the library are as diverse as the crops in the greenhouse. There are poems, novels, dramas, biographies, fairy tales... about relationships between men and women, mental illness, dream interpretation, and cold jokes... And the holy book of the Hidden Sage is

Placed next to a book of fables, I found it inadvertently and was attracted by it inadvertently."

"On the one hand, it's because there are many beautiful and well-worded sentences in this book, and on the other hand, it's not like a 'holy book' - I don't mean any blasphemy, because in my impression, the holy book

Codex should praise the power and deeds of God, and should not write so many... stories about ordinary people."

"Yes, the protagonists of those stories are not angels or saints."

"I read a story about a doctor who had a pair of skillful hands that could make blind people see again. But a patient he treated felt that his vision was not as clear as he imagined, so he attacked the doctor with a knife. The doctor's hands

He was left with incurable pain and could no longer practice medical skills - but he did not feel depressed, but taught his medical experience to his students without reservation."

"I read the story of a widow who raised her daughter alone and took a lover to relieve her loneliness. One day while she was doing farm work in the field, the lover wanted to violate her young daughter. The child's helpless cry attracted her

, so she slashed the beast’s lower body with a knife.”

"I read the story of a pair of homosexuals who met in turbulent times and worked hard to expel the invaders from the country. But when peace came and they returned to their fields, the villagers thought their relationship was dirty and filthy.

So they were tortured to death - they did not die in the hands of their enemies, but in the hands of their compatriots."

"These stories are much more interesting than vulgar romance novels, so I was fascinated by them and unknowingly learned about the teachings of the hidden sages."

“There is light in human nature that is so pure that it makes people’s hearts tremble, and there is also darkness that is so chaotic that it is difficult to measure, and most people are wandering between the two extremes, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.”

"[Sages teach us that it is normal to have dark thoughts, but we must try hard not to harm innocent people. This is for the stability of the community.]"

"The preaching monk told me so."

"He also said that after meeting this basic requirement, you can explore yourself inward. Because people should not live just for the community."

"I asked what it meant to explore oneself within."

"Find out whether you prefer men or women, whether you prefer to be married or single, whether you like to be lively or lonely, whether you want to be famous or spend the rest of your life in peace, whether you are good at playing with spindles or wielding swords, and whether you like salted dried fruits or candied fruits."

"I doubted at first whether he had made this up, but he opened the holy book and pointed it out to me, and it was word for word - as was the one about dried fruits and candied fruits."

"So I understood why the followers of the Hidden Sage have nothing in common, and I began to think about the answer to this question."

"As a Stiano, I understood very early on that I only had two choices in life."

"First, pick up the hammer and carve, and sweat profusely by the stove and bellows like a man; second, learn the etiquette and dance steps of a lady, marry a well-matched husband, and then have children until you die."

"When I saw stretch marks one after another on my mother's belly, I vowed not to choose the second way no matter what. But I can't say that I really like the first way. I am also a girl, so I will

I go to dances to find friends of the same age, but I never dare to let them see my calloused hands, and I never dare to let them know that I can't wear a corset because my job doesn't allow me to go on a diet.

"

"But here, I don't have to hide myself or feel inferior."

"I have met many girls here. They are not ladies and good wives in the traditional sense, nor are they huntresses destined to be abandoned by hunter families."

"They like to braid their hair very delicately and wear flower-like hairpins, but this does not prevent them from chopping off the bear's head, and then mixing the blood dripping from the severed head with strong liquor and drinking it all."

"They like to dance in front of everyone, but this does not mean that they have to shape their bodies into that slim look. On the contrary, they will proudly show off their muscular shoulders and backs."

"They like to study new dishes, but this does not mean that there must be a man waiting to start the meal at home. It is just because she is addicted to the world of spices and ingredients and cannot extricate herself."

"No one would say they were freaks, because their gods allowed them to choose between marriage or celibacy, spindles or swords, liveliness or isolation - although I doubt that the sage would have said anything even if they had chosen more than one.

."

"You may not understand, but this kind of life is what I want - it is not in the bustling, lavish imperial capital, but in the ice and snow in the north, in a border town."

Eliza had finished writing a page, and she took out another.

"So I want to tell you that I have decided to believe in the Hidden Sage."

"On the one hand, it's because I surrender to His teachings, and on the other hand, it's because they allow me to take a further step on the path to extraordinary - after all, I've been stuck in Sequence 5 for a long time."

"Since the "Land Protection Act" was promulgated, our rituals to promote demigods have been greatly restricted. Extracting the vitality of those fertile lands will anger the emperor, but the vitality of barren lands is far from enough to support the ceremony."

"In comparison, the ritual of becoming a demigod through the Hermit Path is much simpler, but I have sworn to the Hidden Sage, so I will not reveal any of the contents to you and my family. I hope you will forgive me."

Eliza put the pen back into the ink bottle and folded the letter paper, but instead of finding an envelope, she placed the paper covered with writing on the oil lamp and lit it, as if holding a secret farewell ceremony.

The "Eye of Peeping Secrets" pendant lay quietly on her desk.