Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

The red moon was hidden behind the clouds, and the stars seemed dim.

While everyone was asleep, Andrea Stiano was on the run.

He was walking through the vast snowfield, wearing a "veil of invisibility" - this was a family treasure that his father gave him with great solemnity when he set out from the imperial capital five years ago.

The effect is that he will gradually lose body temperature until he becomes as cold as a corpse, but this can be offset by the negative effect of another magical item on his body, so it is not harmful.

"Hoo ho... ho ho..."

Clouds of white mist rose in front of his eyes as he gasped.

For a Sequence 4 occultist, moving quickly does not require alternating legs at high frequency, but he still feels out of breath and even wants to vomit - this is not the load caused by strenuous exercise, but fear.

the oppression that arises.

It was very quiet tonight, with no wind and no snow, but there was a noisy buzzing in his ears, as if a thousand bees were building nests in his ears. He groaned, and then covered half of his face,

The skin under the palm split, the flesh and blood solidified, turning into black and white eyes.

"Calm down, Andre! Don't mess up!" He scolded himself in his heart, "Think about the mission entrusted to you by the family!"

"How can you disappoint the expectations of your father and ancestors?! How can you fall here?!"

Andre tried to think of everything that could make him feel at ease, to dilute the noise in his ears. He remembered the pinging sound of a hammer hitting an iron block, the hissing sound of a red sword being put into the water, and the harmonious sound of gears meshing with each other.

There was a wonderful clicking sound, the whirring sound of his father pulling the bellows... He couldn't tell for a moment whether it was his father breathing or the air surging.

Andre thought of his father's bronze-shining face, the beads of sweat running down his hair, the depressed look that swept away from his brows when he talked about the glory of his family, and when he talked about the hidden sage.

There was a mixture of fear, resentment and anger in his eyes.

"That jester!"

My father and uncles often called the Hidden Sage with gritted teeth.

"If it weren't for the fact that he took away the business we are good at, we should be the ones receiving the most respect from His Majesty the Emperor! It's Stiano!"

"You must know that we are also a family that has mastered a path to God! If He hadn't taken the opportunity, why would we be here!"

It turns out that as early as the age of strife, the ancestors brought well-forged weapons to visit the emperor who had not yet become a god, hoping to exchange them for support, but the hidden sage took the lead and offered "enchanted weapons".

They have different effects and shapes, some are long swords that can ignite fire, some are shields that can reflect the mental damage caused by the form of mythical creatures, and some are siege guns that can penetrate rocks.

It is not surprising that weapons have extraordinary power. The strange thing is that "enchanted weapons" do not require extraordinary characteristics or spiritual materials. The source of their power is knowledge - ancient knowledge mastered only by the hidden sages.

The sharp swords forged by the craftsmen suddenly became eclipsed.

Although the same power can be achieved by processing spiritual materials and extraordinary characteristics, one weapon is acceptable, but ten, one hundred, or one thousand pieces are not cost-effective - after all, a weapon is dead, and an extraordinary person is.

No matter how exquisite living or dead things are, they cannot compare to a living person who can think and move.

Later, although His Majesty the Emperor still accepted them and allowed them to forge weapons, the craftsmen who forged the weapons came and went, but it was always the Hidden Sage and several of his retinues who transformed these weapons.

The difference between severity and severity is clear at a glance.

"But even so, He is still not satisfied!" My father said angrily, "We have lost the initiative in weapon forging, and He wants to usurp our positions in other industries!"

"The Intellectual Property Protection Law has certainly benefited us, but it is also paving the way for Himself!"

"You really can't sit still."

After discussing matters related to the harpsichord with Harder Stiano, Thoth returned to his happy nest. He tied his hair into a bundle and took off his robe with exquisite dark patterns.

He shook it off, quickly rolled up his sleeves, and began to take out the bottles and cans one by one from the cupboard.

He always has many bottles and jars, some of which are used to contain herbal tea and snacks, and some of which are used to contain chemicals.

When he was "Meng Bai", although he was a liberal arts student who did not distinguish between the left-hand rule and the right-hand rule, had never studied advanced mathematics and probability, and even almost gave back trigonometric functions and linear algebra to his mathematics teacher, he

He has a mysterious interest in chemistry - maybe because he likes the feeling of stirring things up, or maybe it's because the restless medicine rushing out from the bottom of the test tube is very exciting. If the chemistry teacher hadn't been watching with eager eyes, he really wanted to explode.

Play with a test tube.

There is always a corner of a boy's heart that is wild, but some people love fighter jet models, some people love real-person CS, and some people like to kill everyone in online games, and he likes to have some intense chemical reactions.

,for example……

What was I thinking about just now?

Thoth's mind went blank, and then he turned his head with experience and looked at a certain thief.

Amon hung up the robe for him in a serious manner, with an expression on his face that said, "I haven't done anything, I'm very good." But Thoth didn't accept this, and stared, and stared, and continued to stare -

"Medicine throwing cannons? Interesting, interesting."

The God of Mischief applauded solemnly and asked thoughtfully: "It's just that you don't seem to be sure whose toilet you want to throw this thing into. Do you need me to recommend some places?"

"Ahem, how could it be? How could I do such an immoral thing?"

The Hidden Sage, who always behaved well, looked at the sky and the ground. Although his expression was tense, his ears were red, like a child who was caught doing bad things.

"Really?"

Amon imitated his behavior just now and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Thoth hummed like a mosquito.

"Tsk, tsk, I didn't expect that the great hidden sage was actually a bad boy who lied."

"What qualifications do you have to speak against me!"

Thoth finally couldn't bear it anymore and reached out to rub his hair. The two mythical creatures, who combined were over three hundred years old, staggered into a mess.

"Okay, okay." Amon adjusted his crooked monocle, "So you are... going to get a new product patent?"

"Yes, he is gentle in nature and abides by the law." Thoth declared solemnly, "I will not blow up any toilets."

He weighed the white powdery sodium hydroxide, poured it into the water, and stirred it. Then he stretched out his hand and summoned a basket of drained silkworm cocoons. Then he began to stir it, stirring it clockwise and then counterclockwise...

The sound of prayer rang out amid the fine stirring sound. According to past experience, most people who would pray at this time had a nightmare. He only needed to give a small blessing and he could continue to engage in his little hobby.

"Sir, the craftsmen have taken action."

This time they were not ordinary believers, but His dependents. Thoth said "hmm" and motioned for Him to continue.

"Those craftsmen who were unwilling to convert to you suddenly attacked tonight. They shook the seal of the 'Minoan Labyrinth' and used the commotion of the sealed object to give Andre Stiano a chance to escape." The family members

He gritted his teeth and said, "The traitor who accepted your gift but was unwilling to be loyal to you."

“Expected.”

Thoth looked calm, neither happy nor angry.

"My subordinates are incompetent and failed to break through his sealed artifact that can hide his whereabouts," the family member said in a somewhat embarrassed tone, "I only know that his contact person on the north shore of the sea has not left yet."

"It's okay. Based on your status, you have already fulfilled your duty."

Thoth pulled out the stirring rod, and half of the cocoons in the cup dissolved.

"Go to quell the riots and appease the people. I will take over the rest myself, just...just take a walk."

"I will obey your will."

Prayers cut off.

"walk?"

"Work," Thoth added, "the not-so-pretty kind."

"Can I come along?"

The little crow stared at Him with a pair of bright black eyes.

"I've said it all... forget it." Thoth sighed, "You can go if you want."

Anyway, you have seen worse looks.

"Father, are you looking for me...?"

As soon as she entered Medici's study, Yelena was attracted by two accessories lying on the black velvet. One was a hairpin and the other was a brooch.

If it were just ordinary jewelry, Yelena wouldn't be so surprised. After all, the aristocratic ladies at the banquet were keen on competing for beauty. Jade, cat's eye, sunstone, amethyst, and white opal were popular in turn. She became familiar with it after seeing it many times.

But the eye-catching thing about these two ornaments is not that they are inlaid with rare gems, but because their color is as bright as a peacock's tail feathers and has a silky luster - she has a hunch that they will definitely be able to

Become the new darling of the fashion industry.

"It's a new thing that I thought up with big eyes." Medici raised his chin, "That hairpin is for you."

"Then I have to thank Uncle Thoth." Yelena resisted the urge to pin the hairpin on her head immediately, "The brooch I gave you is also very beautiful."

"He asked me to wear this thing to advertise for Him when I went to a banquet. After the official launch, I made a profit of 30% and 70% of the profit."

Medici looked at the brooch under the light. He always disdained these fancy things - but for the sake of the income this gadget could bring him, he was willing to look at it a little more.

He said somewhat amusingly: "Although I appreciate His fantastic ideas for making money, but do you want to compete with the craftsmen like this?"

Yelena smiled, "But anyway, you can save a lot of military expenses, right?"

"That's right." Medici glanced at his daughter with admiration, "So I kind of hope that this kind of 'competition' can happen more often - the kind where you ask me to join you."

Ouch, how miserable.

Yelena thought to herself, Zoroastrian and Jacob were threatened by Amon's lives from time to time, but Stiano was made profitable and uneasy by Uncle Thoth, and now his father would also get involved.

...I don’t know which one is worse.

Perhaps because she inherited her father's tendency to stir up trouble, she took pleasure in others' misfortunes without being so kind.