Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

Bad luck always comes one after another, just like deliberately testing the limits of people's tolerance for life.

Just when Stiano was working hard in the direction of the "Angel Family" and dreaming of one day being able to compete with the likes of Abraham and Zaratul, the "Land Protection Act" came out of the blue, like an iron gate that suddenly dropped, and there was no way.

After consultation, they separated the hands of the Stianos who were trying to grasp the divinity.

Andrea Stiano was sixteen years old that year, the age when marriage was being discussed. His fiancée was the youngest daughter of a branch of the Tudor family. The elders of both parties had already discussed the bride price and dowry, and finalized the wedding date and date.

venue, and began to think about the dishes and guest list for the wedding banquet... In his spare time, Andre would accompany his fiancée to the tailor shop again and again. She would supervise the progress of the wedding dress sewing just like a king supervising the castle he is building.

The atmosphere of joy lasted for more than two months. On the one hand, this joy was due to blessings for the young people to start a family. On the other hand, this marriage could bring huge political benefits. The Tudor family was a veritable angel family, and

Alistair Tudor is highly regarded by the emperor. If he can connect with this line, then the Stiano family's life will be much easier.

The day when everything turned upside down happened to be the annual meeting. His Majesty the Emperor would convene the ministers of the empire to summarize the pros and cons of the past year and make some important judgments. Being able to participate in this meeting means that you have reached a certain level.

Portion, but don’t get too happy too early.

Because on that day, some people will be rewarded with fiefs, some will be deprived of their titles and thrown into prison, some will have their fingers cut off as a warning, and even some will be sacrificed alive in public - life and death are all determined by the gods.

The operation of the empire has always been like this, but that meeting will once again engrave the authority of the Black Emperor in people's hearts, and eliminate the idea of ​​​​making sneaky tricks.

My ancestor also attended that meeting. He came back with all his limbs intact, but his face looked very bad.

Several elders talked secretly with him in the conference room all night long. Although Andre was not qualified to listen, he also felt the change in the atmosphere.

Three days later, the Tudor family came. They apologized deeply for breaking off the engagement. In addition to returning the bride price, they also prepared generous gifts. The old people seemed to have known that they would do this and accepted it silently. The young people

But he felt humiliated and blushed and wanted to ask for an explanation - Andre, as the person involved, was naturally one of them.

"Oh, Andre, you are a smart and capable young man with a bright future. I am happy to train you." His future father-in-law, Viscount Tudor, had a joking light in his eyes, "But His Majesty the Emperor is

It was said at the meeting that 'every inch of land is the sacred and inviolable property of the empire, and it is forbidden to destroy it for selfish purposes'."

"After Lord Antigonus and Lord Medici chose to extend their own bloodlines, the land became increasingly scarce and there was no time to cultivate it, so how could it be destroyed?"

Andre quickly realized what he was talking about. He was already a Sequence 5 astronomer, and his elders also told him about the ceremony to be promoted to "Alchemist".

If all the vitality in a certain area is extracted, the soil will turn into desert and all the lakes will dry up.

But land is a precious reward, often associated with titles. A piece of land with a suitable climate can grow fruits and vegetables, graze cattle and sheep, and can be used for leasing, building hunting grounds, and creating scenic spots... It can bring many possibilities and huge economic benefits.

The most fertile profits must be picked up first by the dukes, followed by the marquises, and then the earls, viscounts, and barons, but no one wants to get a piece of desolate land.

"Our access has been compromised."

This realization made Andreton feel horrified. Is there a traitor in the family? To what extent have the high-level officials been infiltrated? The most important thing is, how many people and how many families know this news?

The Era of the Gods can be said to be "angels walk on the ground, and demigods are as numerous as dogs." Stiano was not a famous family in the Glorious Era. Now if he wants to be among the top, he has to cultivate more demigods... but the land resources are not enough.

Under the circumstances of distribution, their promotion ceremony will inevitably cause dissatisfaction among many nobles.

Before the "Land Protection Act" was promulgated, they still had room for maneuver, and could win over one group of people to deal with another group of people, but the Black Emperor has already made his attitude clear... Violating His law is violating His authority.

Before the divinity is warmed up, he will be burned on the cross.

"It seems you have figured it out." Viscount Tudor sighed, "You can understand my decision, right?"

Andre clenched his fist tightly, and the blood vessels bulged from the back of his hand.

Why?

Why us? Why Stiano?

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After Elisa Stiano burned the unsent letter home to ashes, there was a knock on her door.

As a woman, the knock on the door in the middle of the night should have made her wary, but she looked calm and opened the door straightforwardly, without even looking through the peephole to see who it was.

"Praise the wise."

"Praise the wise."

The visitor late at night was a woman with black hair and purple robe, a pendant of the Peeping Eye hanging around her waist, and rimless glasses. She drew an inverted triangle on her chest religiously, and Elisa greeted her.

Same etiquette.

"Ms. Olivia, is it over?"

She tried to keep her tone calm, "Did something... irreversible happen?"

The woman named Olivia smiled and said quite gently: "Thanks to your information, the riot was calmed down in time, no casualties were caused, and the perpetrators will not be punished with death."

"That's good, thank you for your tolerance."

Seeing Irina heaving a sigh of relief, Olivia added in her heart, of course, even if you didn't say anything to us, there is still no way to solve tonight's matter, but your sincere attitude is worthy of praise, dear.

Miss Craftsman.

"Okay, then I won't disturb your rest." Olivia said, "I wish you a sweet dream."

"Can I go see them?" Irina lowered her eyelashes slightly, "I just..."

"No need to explain, dear, it is natural for relatives to visit their relatives."

Olivia took over the conversation understandingly, "And when you swore to join the school, you only promised three things - not to reveal the secrets of the school, not to harm the members of the school, and not to blaspheme the hidden sages. As for how to solve it'

Family matters' are your private matters."

"Thank you, Ms. Olivia."

They walked through the night, through the sleeping residential areas, and there was a fairly empty area between the military area and the residential area. The only building was a cylindrical fortress - this is the place where the sealed artifacts are stored, called "

Minoan Labyrinth".

Through the swaying light of the fire, Irina saw several familiar faces, one of which belonged to her cousin. Looking closer, Irina saw that they were tied tightly with iron chains and their feet were tied.

Each heavy iron ball.

Several hidden believers in purple tones guarded them, one was wearing a short cloak, one was wearing a floor-length robe, and one had lace on the cuffs and collar - the school allowed the uniform to be modified within the scope of not being immoral, and it was said that this was also the doctrine.

a manifestation of.

There was another group of familiar people who were also craftsmen of the Stiano family. They were not treated like prisoners, but they were still embarrassed.

"It's you——?!"

When she saw them clearly, her cousin also saw him, and his face immediately turned as red as an explosion. If it weren't for the fact that his hands and feet were restrained, he would definitely rush over and tear Irina to pieces.

"You are a traitor to the family! A short-sighted bitch! A shameless bitch!"

Stars of saliva spurted out from his mouth violently, and Irina frowned and took a step back.

My cousin was still yelling and scolding, "Even if you don't help us complete our family's glorious mission, you actually revealed our plan to outsiders?! You are simply..."

"You are as stupid as a pig."

Irina interrupted him coldly, "Where do you think this is? This is the border! And it's going to be winter soon, and those hungry half-giants will come over at any time! But you still have people with you.

Cause a riot?! Do you have..."

"No." Irina reacted quickly, her eyes searching her cousin's face sternly, "You will not do such a meaningless thing, you are doing it for..."

"In order to protect Andrea Stiano." Olivia said slowly, "After claiming to be a sage, he behaved respectfully and had a pious attitude. This has been the case for five years, but the sage always felt that

He was thinking deeply, so he launched a test."

"While we were chatting, we 'accidentally' revealed a piece of news to Him, that is, there were some gadgets in Minos' labyrinth that could confuse right and wrong and confuse black and white."

Olivia observed the man's pale face with interest, "If he has been thinking about how to bypass the oath and pass on the 'Hermit's' potion formula and promotion ceremony to the family, then he should pay attention to these two things.

Very interested."

When swearing, each believer will sign a "notarial certificate" in duplicate, one will be stored in the archives, and the other will be kept by himself. Of the two sealed objects, one corresponds to the "Fallen Earl" and the other corresponds to the "Fallen Earl".

"Deceive the mentor", the combination may really be able to deceive the oath in the sense of mysticism.

"So when we learned that you were trying to cause a commotion, we subconsciously thought it was to facilitate his access to those two things, so we set up an ambush inside the maze."

Olivia shrugged, looking helpless.

"But who knew he would just run away? I don't know whether I should say that he didn't play according to the routine, or praise him for being decisive... But since the sage has already taken over, it won't take too long.

"

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"cough--"

Blood flowed out of Andrea Stiano's mouth and nose, and he quickly caught it before it splashed with snow. At the same time, his internal organs began to hurt, as if something was about to burst out of his body.

"wrong!"

Andre rolled up his sleeves, and some black thorns appeared on his skin, moving and stretching their branches as if they were alive, but his strong forearms shriveled up, and at the same time, there were

I got red rashes...

No, those are rapidly expanding flower buds! The petals are shaking open layer by layer, but the innermost thing is not a stamen, but an eyeball, spinning vigorously.

"Wait...this isn't..."

This is the "knowledge" given to him by the Hidden Sage, a gift from the "occultist" potion. The Hidden Sage placed three lights of knowledge of different colors in front of him, and he chose the red one, and then

I know that there was once a nightingale that sang about love, there was once a rose dyed red with blood, there was once a love that was abandoned like worn-out shoes... and I also gained this powerful magic.

This magic once worked for him, and the black thorns could strangle a giant bear for him, but now it is squeezing his life force!

"It's a pity that you didn't understand the true meaning of "The Nightingale and the Rose"."

A gentle voice sighed regretfully, and Andre trembled like an electric shock, almost passing out.

"The feelings that have been betrayed will not die, but will brew into poison, such as the love of that boy... and my trust in you, Andrea Stiano."