Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

After the incident on the snowy night, Thoth legitimately asked Solomon for a copy of the Stiano family. Although disputes over adjacent routes are commonplace, if this incident happened on the border where the Ares forces were eyeing him, the nature and nature of the incident would be different.

The level of badness was different in Solomon's eyes.

As a punishment, Solomon reduced his title, fined his salary, and announced that the Stiano family would be deprived of their right to reside in the imperial capital, and they would not be allowed to return unless summoned.

In other words, they were expelled from the center of power in this country.

"Yeah……"

After listening to the report of the Beloved, Thoth frowned. This matter seemed to benefit him, but he always felt that something was wrong.

What exactly is wrong?

The scheduled date for the vampire envoy to visit the empire was gradually approaching, and all departments were busy preparing for their own jobs. He had to put this issue aside for the time being.

Finally, on a magnificent evening, the Black Emperor released the spatial restrictions of the imperial capital, allowing the carriage decorated with roses and thorns to escape from the fog of the spiritual world, surrounded by bats, and landed on the clean bricks.

On the stone.

The arched car door opened under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, and a hand wearing a black mesh glove stretched out, like a white orchid shrouded in night fog.

Amid several envious and jealous glances, Thoth held the hand without changing his expression, and the owner of the hand, the distinguished guest of the empire, the queen of the blood race, led by him, walked down the steps that the servants had quickly set up.

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"Gui'an, Your Majesty the Temple of Beauty."

The moment he saw the face of the God of Beauty, His voice involuntarily became softer, as if he was afraid of offending an ancient Greek work of art, "I would like to welcome you on behalf of the entire Solomon Empire."

After a moment of surprise, Thoth proceeded step by step to the next step that he had already rehearsed, and said what he had drafted several times.

"These are flowers that pay tribute to you. I hope their fragrance can soothe your nerves that are tired from the journey."

As soon as he finished speaking, an attendant came forward with a flower basket. Lilies, lilacs, and light blue hydrangeas were clustered together in an orderly manner surrounded by green leaves, which was eye-catching.

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness, Hidden Sage."

Ornia smiled brightly, and he took the flower basket, admired it politely, and then handed it to his maid. The black gauze on his hat slightly covered his eyes, reminding people of the red moon looming behind the clouds.

"Just call me Thoth." Thoth said politely, "After all, the names of gods are always difficult to pronounce."

"Then it's better to obey your orders than to be respectful, Your Highness Thoth."

Medici, who was lined up on both sides of the road with "War Red", showed a meaningful smile and joked through spiritual communication: "How about it, do you feel that you have picked up a bad job?"

Thoth resisted the urge to roll his eyes and silently replied: "Shut up."

As the name suggests, the goddess of beauty is famous for her beauty, but as the queen of her clan, Thoth knew that beauty would only be Ornia's most insignificant advantage.

Judging from the information he has, even if Lilith has fallen for a long time, the people of the Vampire Clan are not as withered as the Elves. They have avoided the sharp edge of the Mother Goddess of the Earth very well and are scattered across the continent to recuperate.

In the past thirty years, there has been a faint trend of unity, gradually gathering into a force that the Solomon Empire cannot ignore.

Thoth also understood that the empire was established not only because of how wise and powerful Solomon was (although many nobles often flattered him like this), but more importantly because of the fighting between the six gods. On the contrary, there were many angels gathered here.

Solomon's subordinates include many of the most difficult high-ranking figures from the three secret paths, creating a feeling for the Six Gods that "you can win if you fight hard, but it will be very troublesome, and you have to avoid being backstabbed by the adjacent paths after being seriously injured."

"In order for them to maintain this mentality of not daring to act rashly, it is necessary for the empire to win over more allies." Thoth thought to himself, "In addition to Onya, I don't know how many angels there are in the vampire race..."

"Crunch——"

The door to the conference room opened, and another bargaining session ended. Adhering to the principle of "ladies first", Ornia came out first with her tribe, her beautiful scarlet eyes filled with anger that had not yet dissipated. Since then,

After that seemingly happy welcome ceremony, this situation happened almost every other day - after all, arguing with Tudor and Trunsoest, two lawyers who are very good at talking, is indeed a time-consuming and labor-intensive matter.

It is understandable to be impatient about things.

But Ornia has also seen the angel of the strong wind and waves. No matter how unhappy he was before, he was just a bit more aggressive, not as angry as he is today.

So what did you two do?!

Thoth looked back at the people still in the conference room. Tudor nodded to him with a deep look on his face and mouthed: "I'll leave it to you from now on."

"..."

I really want to give you a punch, young man! I am obviously just an ordinary entertainment consultant and travel consultant, why do I have to wipe your ass?!

But the impact of beating up his colleagues in broad daylight was not good, so Thoth went after Ornia first. God knows how the queen was able to walk so fast in high heels, but fortunately, she quickly restored her elegance and grace.

The image of the girl looked back and smiled, her eyes pale with emotion, as if the anger just now was just an illusion.

"Gui'an, Your Highness Thoth."

Onya's smile couldn't be faulted even with a magnifying glass. "Yesterday you took me to the Tower of Babel. The scenery above was magnificent. I am looking forward to what you will present to me today."

This is diplomacy, the most "decent" diplomacy. Even if the previous link makes you unhappy, you must continue to the next link. Otherwise, you will not give face and do not understand the rules.

Thoth could of course pretend not to notice anything, but he felt that this was not the best solution.

"Would you like to go to the Royal Academy for a while? It is the cradle of knowledge, the temple of learning, and the hotbed of all the pillars of the country. Tudor and Trunsoest also graduated there, and you will never imagine...

"

He paused intentionally.

"What?"

"They would pull each other's hair like little girls." Thoth blinked, "If you are interested, we can take a look at the playground where little Tudor ran hand in hand with little Trunsoest."

He added seriously: "That was their punishment for turning the debate into a boxing match."

"Pfft." A vampire envoy behind Ornia couldn't help laughing, but before he could say sorry, the queen giggled, and the silver bell-like voice made him crazy for a moment.

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Perhaps because it was the weekend, the Royal Academy was very quiet today, with only the chirping of birds and the tinkling of spring water. Thoth and Onya tacitly chose to maintain this silence, and the servants who maintained their daily decency did not notice.

They, the students who wanted to use their weekend time to distance themselves from their classmates, did not notice them. Only when they walked to a round table, the bird pecking at the sycamore seeds on it screamed in surprise,

Staggered and flew away.

Thoth asked thoughtfully: "Perhaps you would like a pot of tea?"

"It's disrespectful."

With a move of Thoth's finger, a window opened. After a ping-ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong sound, the aroma of tea floated out. A transparent teapot and two teacups seemed to be held by a pair of invisible hands, swaying.

It floated out and landed on the table.

Ornia watched him pour the amber tea into the cup with his nimble movements, and also admired his lowered eyelashes when he lowered his head - from this angle, his appearance was so soft that it made people feel pity for him.

"Excuse me, do you have elf blood?"

Onya enjoyed Thoth's service with peace of mind and quickly found a reason for her gaze.

Thoth smiled slightly and said, "It doesn't matter, people often say that."

There was no admission or denial. Ornia thought to herself that this sage was indeed as approachable as the rumors said, without putting on airs, but an impeccable person.

"Although lawyers are very difficult to deal with once they open their mouths, your anger today seems a bit unusual." Thoth took the lead and took a sip of tea, "But what disrespectful words did Tudor and Trunsoest say?"

Ornia smiled, "Does the mystery that spies spy on also include the human heart?"

"You are joking. That is the ability of the audience and the clowns. I just used a little bit of intuition."

Thoth tentatively revealed some of his true attitude, "Besides, I personally want to be friends with you, so I can't help but pay more attention to you."

And I’ve been coveting the pharmacological knowledge of your vampires for a long time! Thoth added silently in his heart, I also hope that some potion professors will go to the north to cultivate some cold-resistant plant varieties!

"We were discussing territorial issues just now, and we had some disputes over the ownership of the mountains and forests in Feneport Province."

Onya took a breath and scratched the table with her red nails unconsciously, "The adjutant of Count Tudor said: 'If you convert to His Majesty the Emperor, you will get more.'"

Thoth imagined that if someone dared to say such words to Medici, they would be roasted into charcoal in the next second.

Wait, no one was killed, right?!

This fatal guess forced his brain to work rapidly, and he turned back to the scene in the conference room a few minutes ago. There was indeed a pale, trembling guy next to Tuduo... Fortunately, no blood was seen on the spot.

Wait, I remember that vampires seem to be able to curse people?

Thoth's heart, which had not yet completely let go, was in doubt again.

"Actually, you also think it's ridiculous, right?" Ornia narrowed her charming eyes, and her tone was so cold that it almost made the spring light bleak. "His Majesty Solomon, who does not believe in wisdom and martial arts, is the chosen son of this era, but he is nostalgic.

A phantom of the past, an ancient god who has withdrawn from the stage of history."

"First of all, please allow me to apologize to you on behalf of that rash young man."

Thoth was silent for a moment, and then said sincerely: "Compared with you, his life is too short and his vision is too narrow, just like a summer cicada that has never experienced the cold winter, or a sparrow that has never soared in the sky.

——Although there are many people like this in the empire, he is in his position and should be more cautious in his words and deeds. I will report the crime of dereliction of duty he committed to His Majesty the Emperor and let His Majesty the Emperor give him the punishment he deserves.

."

While comforting him, he specifically mentioned the Black Emperor.

"Yes, mortal life is too short, what's the point of being angry with them?"

Onya understood His hint, and just said this as if the matter had ended.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the other party stood up, leaned into his ear, and said in a voice that could make all men fascinated without any need for pretense -

"So I am still willing to deal with a long-lived being like you." He added with a hint of regret, "Of course, it would be great if all immortals were as reasonable as you."

"You are joking."

Thoth's brain was almost shut down by the fragrant osmanthus fragrance on his body, and he resisted himself from sliding under the seat.

"Okay, please take me to see the playground where Tudor and Alistair ran hand in hand."

Onya straightened up and showed a very familiar, mischievous smile, "I would be happy to hear you talk about their innocent boyhood."

"It's a pleasure."

Thoth sighed silently. Less than two months after they were separated, he began to miss a certain little crow.

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"Father, I don't understand."

"Why can Thoth be so caring for his believers while adhering to the awareness that he will be betrayed one day?"

"The betrayal that almost destroyed you is deeply imprinted in His heart... Anyone who has seen those three traitors worship you and how they stole your authority will find it difficult to do so again.

Believe in what is called 'piety'."

Amon was sitting on a table muttering to himself, next to a statue of the Hanged Man.

"But I have also seen the way He handles prayers, and I have also seen His lovely and vivid reactions."

"He will blame those children who think they are smart and don't like to study, and will also shake their heads at those young lovers who pray for long-lasting love. He will catch those daredevils who have the courage to enter ancient ruins, but get lost in tears.

Crazy, but if he sees a well-arranged ritual magic, his eyes will light up immediately and he will say something like '90 out of 100'..."

"I can feel the love He has for those people...that kind of care that comes from nowhere and seems to be instinctive."

"But...could it be that while His heart is being moved by these people, is He also imagining the outcome of one day being betrayed, abandoned, and forgotten?"

"You said that the essence of human nature is 'self-torture'... but this is too contradictory. According to Adam's words, it is 'too unreasonable'."

"Why could He endure this...internal tearing? How did He endure it?"

"If it were me, I would definitely not be able to do such a thing... Although I know that helping some people will get their gratitude and respect, but when I think that they will turn their back on me one day, I would rather never have a believer."

Amon said angrily, "Anyway, it's enough for me to believe in myself."

The shadow spread from the corner of the room, grew, and turned into a big illusory hand, touching His broad forehead.

"Then go and see the things that take up most of His daily life."

"Go and see the people He loves dearly, but who may one day betray Him."

“Go and see the land that He has blessed, but may one day forget Him.”

The Hanged Man said in a hoarse voice, "I will not tell you any clear answers anymore, because truth should be obtained from practice and should be tested by practice."

"But I have one last question." Amon jumped down from the table, "Are you really not going to wear any clothes?"

The Hanged Man solemnly said: "This is the detail of the performance."

"..."

Forget it, just be happy.