Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

"When my years pass and my appearance is gone, will you still love me as before?"

"When I have nothing and am bruised and bruised, will you still love me as before?"

"I know you will, I know you will..."

The sad song gradually dissipated in the air, and the Worm of Time played with the conch shell containing the song "The Greatest Time" and asked: "What do you think?"

Yelena was startled and asked in disbelief: "Are you asking me?"

"Is there anyone else in this room?"

The Worm of Time adjusted her monocle - even though she knew it was a clone and not her true body, she was still so frightened by this action that her hair stood on end, and she became more sympathetic to Zoroastrian and Jacob. There was such a person at the top of the same path.

, maybe they sleep with their eyes open.

As if he had understood what she was thinking, Time Zhichong smiled slightly: "Don't be nervous, after all, our paths are different, and I won't eat you - and He told us to get along well, right?"

But you have always looked down on me since you were little!

Yelena screamed in her heart, she couldn't tell her the pain, she didn't dare to get angry or speak out.

Under normal circumstances, the closest people to a child should be his parents, or at least brothers and sisters, but since Yelena can remember, the person who has been by her side is not Medici as her father, nor any of her younger siblings, nor any of her younger siblings.

The mother who only lives in rumors——is Thoth.

When Yelena was just learning to read, Thoth would hold her in his arms and read colorful picture books to her, telling her the story of the little prince and the fox.

While other aristocratic girls of the same age began to wear corsets, take etiquette classes, and walk around with books on their heads all day long, Thoth allowed her to go up trees to pick fruits and go down to fish in rivers, but she must wash her hands frequently afterwards.

When other girls entered the social world early under the supervision of their parents, she wore a riding suit and a ponytail to learn fighting skills - as long as she said she wanted to learn, Thoth would teach her, but Thoth would not allow her to give up halfway.

Therefore, teaching her is no more relaxed than etiquette teachers teaching ladies.

There was a popular joke in the empire at that time. A painter saw Thoth leading Yelena, who was only as high as his knees, through a meadow with wild flowers. He felt relaxed and happy, so he painted a painting and named it "The Red Angel on the Frontier".

A nobleman asked: "What place is this?"

The painter replied: "This is the outskirts of the imperial capital."

"Who is this man?"

"It is the respected hidden sage."

"Who is this child?" "She is the eldest daughter of the Red Angel."

The noble said angrily: "There is no Red Angel on this at all, the name you gave is unrealistic!"

The painter replied loudly: "Lord Red Angel is at the border!"

The empire's borders were not peaceful in those years, and there were traces of the original witch after several riots. However, the military camp was obviously not a suitable place for a little girl to grow up, so Medici took Yelena, who was still chewing her fingers, to Thoth.

He threw it away, leaving behind the words "Big Eyes, this kid is quite fun, I'll let you play with it for a few years, no thanks", and then set off with "War Red" in a mighty way.

No matter how good-tempered Thoth was, he still wanted to spit blood on Medici's face.

"Asshole, you have to use a pleading tone when asking someone to help you take care of your cub!"

"And don't call me Big Eyes! It sounds very low!"

But Qi returned to Qi, and favor returned to favor. Under Thoth's love and care, Yelena grew up healthily and robustly, with only occasional small episodes.

For example, after she filled in the Sudoku correctly, Thoth would reward her with a few candies, and just when she was about to have a full meal, a crow swooped down and took away her favorite green apple flavor - this

This happened several times, and although Yelena didn't mind sharing it, she was confused as to why the crow always snatched away her favorite flavor without fail.

By the way, that crow has a white circle in its right eye.

For example, whenever there was a thunderstorm on a rainy night, she would be so frightened that she would tremble with fear. She would go to Thoth's place to sleep with her little pillow and stuffed doll, and a housekeeper would suddenly appear and say: "You are already a

Now that you are an older child, you should be more independent. No one likes a kid who cries because of the smallest things."

Although she said these words with a gentle smile, Yelena could feel the irrefutable meaning in it, so she could only hold back the tears in her eyes and hide in her little bed.

By the way, the housekeeper has a monocle in her right eye socket.

And when Medici came back from the border, although Yelena had no reason to stay any longer, her relationship with Thoth did not become estranged. Instead, she ran to Thoth every now and then, and seven times out of ten she would bump into someone.

A gentleman wearing a monocle and dressed as a wizard.

Whenever she and Thoth talked for more than five minutes and became more and more enthusiastic, although the gentleman would not interrupt directly, he would show a smiley expression and flash on his lenses.

There was a cold light that made people feel bad - every time it flashed like this, Yelena's little heart skipped a beat, because she had the illusion that she had become a dish, and the other party was thinking about where to cut.

From what we know above, Shi Tiantian dislikes her very much.

Yelena was shocked, Yelena felt wronged, Yelena dug out every detail of her interactions with Shi Angel from her brain and looked at it with a magnifying glass to make sure that she had not done anything offensive, so besides feeling aggrieved, she felt a little confused.

Forget it, no matter what happened before, since His Highness said that we should "get along well", then I will answer truthfully.

Thinking about this, Yelena replied seriously: "This song has an elegant style and a sad singing voice. It is the type that ladies and ladies will like, but I don't think it is suitable for use in the following concerts."

"Oh why?"

"Because the concept of 'aging' is too far away for His Majesty the Emperor and the Grand Dukes, and the 'Goddess of Beauty' to be entertained is famous for his eternal appearance..."

Yelena smiled sheepishly, "If He is more sensitive, he might think that this song is cursing Him, right?"

The Insect of Time showed the same mocking smile as its true self, "To be so sensitive, it should be described as 'narrow'."

After three clicks, another song from the conch came out. The prelude gave people an eerie feeling, as if a lone boat was sailing on the night-filled sea, and the sea monster was watching the reef, and the singing part gave people a sense of eerieness.

The high-pitched and passionate feeling is like a sailor fighting bloody battles with the wind and waves, fighting to the death.

"The golden age will eventually return!"

"I still remember when I was in high spirits, Iberia's future was as bright as the blazing sun."

"She sings softly as she sets sail, and the golden age will eventually return!"

Yelena felt goosebumps rise when she heard this, and she asked: "Is there really a city-state called Iberia, or a country?"

"According to Him, this country is a fiction."

"But a fictitious name will not affect this magnificent momentum. It is as inspiring as a military song." Yelena said excitedly, "I think this song is very suitable for His Majesty the Emperor."

"But it's also not suitable for that concert. Think about the first lyrics."

"The golden age will eventually return..." Yelena realized, "In other words, this country is not at its peak, and its golden age has ended."

"It even feels like things are declining and struggling." The clone said in a meaningful tone, "But, everyone thinks that Solomon's empire should last forever."

Yelena's face froze slightly, and she did not dare to figure out the meaning of this sentence.

"Actually, these melodies are beautiful enough." She decided to bring up the topic first. "If it's just for communication, you can play pure music, or find a poet to re-write the lyrics."

The Worm of Time was noncommittal and said to himself: "If it is enough to pick out beautiful melodies, why does He want us to understand these unheard languages?"

"this……"

He rubbed a conch with his fingertips, which was blessed by the Hidden Sage, allowing them to briefly learn about prehistoric English.

Great, none of them are in Chinese. He snorted imperceptibly, do you really not want me to learn your native language?

"Cheapskate."

"son."

Amon, who had just exited the dream of the true Creator, heard a hoarse voice. He looked up and saw that the Hanged Man had opened his scarlet single eye and stared at Him unblinkingly.

"When did you wake up?"

"When you look back at the memory of me going to China for exchange and study for the eighth time."

The Hanged Man sighed, "I really didn't know Yin Yin at that time. It would be useless even if you zoom in on every passerby in my memory fragment."

It is generally very shameful to have one's intentions revealed on the spot, but Amon said without changing his face or heartbeat: "Maybe you have passed each other before, but you just didn't realize it."

He calculated the difference between his birth date and that of the hidden sage, and then said firmly: "At this time, he should be preparing for the college entrance examination in a certain school. He was overwhelmed by the heavy exam-oriented education.

There will only be test papers, exercise books, teachers, and classmates everywhere, but not a single East Slavic person."

"And there was no space travel in our time."

He added with the rigor of a researcher.

As the saying goes, a son is better than his father. Before Amon spoke again, the Hanged Man asked to the point: "What do you want to know about Him?"

"His mother tongue." Amon adjusted his monocle, "I heard you trying to teach each other your mother tongue."

But before the young Angel could hear it more clearly, he was snatched away by the loyal Red Angel.

"There is such a thing, but the loss of the authority of the 'White Tower' made me forget that part of the knowledge, so you can't ask for help from me." The Hanged Man paused meaningfully, "And you really

Are you willing to get the answer from me? In my impression, you have always been very persistent."

The impact of negative emotions has not dissipated, and Amon felt a little irritable.

"He won't teach me anyway, so why should I struggle with Him?"

"Do you think you are doing useless work?"

Amon recounted what he had seen and heard from his clone, about those conch shells and those long-lasting songs.

"Oh, didn't He say what he did before?" The Hanged Man laughed and said, "He was a student learning English and foreign culture, and later became an English teacher, a bridge of cultural communication, He

I am willing to share with you the essence of what I discovered while learning a foreign culture, why do you still feel dissatisfied?"

"Or do you think His taste in music is terrible?"

"That's not the case." Amon pursed his pale lips, "I just...want to know more about Him. After seeing your past, this idea became stronger and stronger. I spent a long time

Time has passed and I don’t understand why you value human nature so much and why you value human experience so much. It’s obvious that human nature can cause troubles and life is always short.”

The Hanged Man listened quietly.

"But I later realized that it was 'humanity' that shaped you into the image that I miss the most...the most unforgettable image."

"I'm glad you can understand this." The Hanged Man gently covered his young son's broad forehead with his shadow, "But the heart needs to be opened slowly, and understanding does not happen overnight - maybe thanks to the path, you always

Will subconsciously look for shortcuts."

Shi Tiantian curled his lips, "Is there anything wrong with wanting to solve the problem quickly?"

"Any issue related to the 'soul' cannot be solved in a hurry or solved overnight."

The Hanged Man sighed, "Do you know how long it took me to implant freedom, dignity, kindness, courage...these virtues that have been sung thousands of times in poems into people's hearts?"

"First of all, we must provide a stable and prosperous environment. We had a saying at that time that 'materiality determines consciousness.' Only by having enough food and clothing can people transition from 'survival' to 'life.'"

"The second is to set an example. The weak will be unconsciously influenced by the strong. Although in our era, putting a god's crown on oneself will be ridiculed, but if the image of a god is conducive to guiding people to the right path,

If there is a way, then I will enlighten the mind, dispel ignorance, incubate virtue, and curb evil deeds in the name of God.”

"But the doctrines and precepts need to be implemented consistently, otherwise they will become nonsense on paper. Arrogance and laziness in the heyday often pave the way for subsequent decadence and decline. You must work hard like pruning to remove insects."

May prosperity and order continue."

There was a trace of nostalgia in the eyes of the Hanged Man, "I often talked about these things with Yin Shen at that time. We firmly believed that this could make this world full of aggregation and separation better."

But those virtues that were cultivated so hard did not blossom in the hearts of the three traitors. They swallowed and bit like wild beasts, obeying the instinct of gathering and separation, as if everything the Creator did was just a joke.

Nowadays, corruption and decadence have long become the norm among the upper echelons of the Solomon Empire.

The witch who spreads the plague can linger in the fragrance of clothes and shadow under the protection of her lover.

The demon family used bribes to make local officials turn a blind eye to the bloody sacrifices.

Parents can send their daughters to the bed of a strange man for the so-called "family justice"... His clones scattered in every corner can see clearly.

"Father."

He looked at the ferocious face of the true Creator and asked, "Do you feel that your efforts have been in vain?"

"Someone once asked a philosophical question: If I am destined to die, why should I try to live? Then I can also quote: If the essence of this world is chaos and madness, why try to establish order and cultivate virtue?"

"Or you can ask yourself, if admiration will eventually lead to resentment and distress, why do you still enjoy the peace and joy in the first place?"

As the human side of the Creator, He inherited emotional gifts from his past self.

"Why?"

The heart composed of the Worm of Time shrank slightly. He didn't want to show his haste, so he lowered his voice very softly.

"Because the nature of human nature is self-torture, that's why we do so much 'useless work.'"

So said the victim hanging upside down on the cross.