Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

Elisa Stiano took a deep breath, then walked into the tailor shop with her chest raised and her head raised.

"Excuse me, please help me make me some clothes that are solemn enough but easy to move around."

Because of nervousness and excitement, her voice sounded a little dry. During the riot on the snowy night not long ago, she chose her own side and showed her piety. The next day Olivia sent a letter on behalf of the school.

A piece of purple cloth and the "Peeping Eye" badge embedded in an inverted triangle, and said in a congratulatory tone: "Go and make a uniform you like."

The style of the Hidden School is free, and it is allowed to modify the uniforms within the scope that does not offend the morals. Adding lace, adding a hood, and cutting a swallowtail are all routine operations. As more and more people "let themselves go", it later became "

The fabric and badge are given to you, and you can find someone to process them yourself." Of course, you have to pay for the processing fees yourself.

Although Elisa Stiano cannot wear those cake-like skirts because she has been dealing with bellows and fires all year round, it does not mean that she does not have her own girlish heart and her own aesthetics. Therefore, in order to show formal respect for her in the school,

When she accepted it and offered to give her a badge and uniform, she quickly said: "Please give me the fabric and badge, and I will go to the tailor shop myself."

You know, in the past few years in the north, she has also seen a lot of women's clothing that is not in line with the aesthetics of the upper class, but is light and beautiful. How can she not use it freely?

"Oh, it turns out to be the master of the school, I salute you!"

The shop owner looked at the fabric through his reading glasses. He had made or altered uniforms for too many hidden believers, and he was as familiar with the texture and material of this fabric as he was with his own body.

Eliza's face turned red slightly. After all, she had never been called "Sir". Although the shopkeeper called her that, he didn't feel too restrained. Instead, he chatted happily: "Yesterday, there was also a member of the school of thought.

The lady came to me to make clothes. She already had the uniform she wanted, but she also wanted a matching shawl. I was thinking about adding an eye pendant to each of the four corners of the shawl... Oh, by the way, you should

There’s also a badge, right?”

"Oh yes!"

Eliza hurriedly rubbed her body, touching her pockets and trouser pockets, and then her trouser pockets and hidden pockets, but after several rounds, she still couldn't find the iconic eye badge.

Although this was not a fatal matter, she was so anxious that she wanted to cry. Compared with the cloth, the badge was more important! How could she lose the symbol of the hidden sage and the symbol of the school?

If she asks for another one, will others think she doesn't pay enough attention to her?

"Miss, you dropped something."

A soft voice pulled her out of her numb thoughts. A graceful hand with fair skin was spread out in front of her, and the "peeping eye" stared at her in the slightly pink palm.

"Thank you! Thank you! This is what I have!"

For a moment, she wanted to kiss this hand. The owner of this hand was a woman with black hair and black eyes. She was wearing an elegant black dress and a pointed black hat, just like from a fairy tale.

The witch came out - but she was definitely not the kind of witch with a pointed nose and a crooked mouth. Her face was bright and majestic, and it was easy for people to fall in love with her.

It's that monocle that doesn't quite suit her.

Eliza commented silently in her mind.

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"Your Highness Onya, you must be feeling tired after walking around for so long."

Thoth had a decent smile and a gentle voice, "How about taking a nap in the front courtyard? We will prepare good tea and snacks for you."

Please be sure to feel tired! Because I am so tired that I can’t stand it anymore!

Thoth made an image of the world-famous painting "The Scream" in his heart. His ancestors said it well, you always have to pay back when you go out for fun. He was already used to skipping out at those all-night banquets. Compared with pushing cups and changing cups and making excuses, he was more

He likes to hide in his own happy nest to write, play music, adjust some chemical reagents, occasionally explode two test tubes and play with the crucible, and at the same time change into pajamas, spread his hair, and cross his feet... In short, he is very out of shape.

How unformed, on the other hand, talking and laughing with an unfamiliar person dressed neatly and behaved like this is simply a kind of heart-breaking torture for him - even if Ornia is a beauty.

Thoth thought sadly, although His smile is indeed very beautiful, but I really want to say goodbye to you... I don't think he is a "fat guy" at all.

This morning’s trip was to visit the Sculpture Museum. The place is full of craftsmen’s ingenuity. The handrails of the stairs are wrapped with stone-carved grape vines. The floor under your feet was hollowed out during construction. Dolphins and devils are scattered inside.

There are sculptures of fish, jellyfish, swordfish and other marine creatures, dotted with green seaweed and colorful corals. Finally, a thick layer of glass is laid for people to step on. When you look up, you can see the blue dome depicting floating clouds.

And flying bird sculptures suspended by steel wires - although for Thoth, who had seen 3D surround images, this scene was a bit dull, but people of this era would have a shocking feeling of being embraced by the universe when walking among them.

Every time he went to an exhibit, Thoth was responsible for telling where the inspiration of the craftsmen came from and what was so outstanding about the statue - he had experienced the difficulty of those tour guides, not to mention how thirsty they were.

Being dry, forgetting something or forgetting something is the real disaster.

All in all, even if the body is not tired, the mind is highly stressed.

"You are so considerate, so I would rather obey you than respect you."

When Ornia said this, Thoth almost suppressed the excitement in his heart. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel a little more admiration in his heart - God knows how Ornia managed to wear such a thick skirt and step on it.

Wearing shoes with such high heels, my face doesn’t look tired at all after walking for such a long time!

Do all women have special talents in shopping? It’s so scary!

They came to the courtyard. Above the neat and tidy sofa and coffee table was a flower stand with climbing wisteria flowers. The sunlight passed through the gaps between the flowers and leaves and turned into pieces of gold. It looked very pleasant from a distance.

Thoth wanted to yawn and stretch, but as the "representative of the host party" in diplomatic activities, his current duty was to find some topics to maintain a harmonious and soothing atmosphere.

What should I say? He is trying to mobilize his tired brain. Is it possible that I want to talk to Him about the weather? Although it is indeed sunny today and the sky is clear, it seems silly to bring it up... Wait.

Thoth suddenly remembered that the Vampires did not like the sun, and for them "good weather" should be a foggy and cloudy day!

He quickly said: "The light here is too dazzling. I'll order someone to move the sofa and coffee table indoors."

Onya didn't stand up in a hurry, but just took a sip of black tea gracefully: "Is it dazzling? But I see you enjoy it very much, your eyes almost squinted, like a cat."

His charming eyes are curved into two arcs of red moons, and the meaning of ridicule is self-evident.

Thoth coughed slightly: "If the distinguished guests feel uncomfortable, I will not be able to enjoy the beautiful weather with peace of mind."

"Oh, please allow me to thank you again for your thoughtfulness, but I am not a rose enclosed in a glass cage. If I want to integrate into the empire, it will be a matter of time before I can walk in the sunshine."

"But……"

"Okay."

Ornia closed the satin fan printed with golden lilies and knocked on the coffee table gently as if to make a final decision, "You can put down your identity and pour me tea, why can't I endure a moment of sunshine for you?"

Thoth reacted for a while before realizing that He was talking about what happened in the garden two days ago, and explained: "Please don't take it too seriously, it's just a casual etiquette."

"Oh, that's strange."

Onya couldn't help but sigh, "If a gentleman like you comes to our clan as a guest, he will be loved by a little girl eight times a day. How can the ladies of the empire let you go like this?"

"Stop making fun of me." Thinking of the bad thing about almost becoming the Black Emperor's son-in-law, Thoth laughed twice, "And don't you also choose to be beautiful alone?"

"Your words are always so pleasing to the ear." Onya sighed slightly, "In your opinion, marriage can still be a choice, not a transaction or a bargaining chip."

Thoth's heart skipped a beat.

"After several arguments, His Majesty the Emperor proposed a plan, that is, marriage. I will become the empress of the empire and share the anchor point with him. My people will enjoy the same honor as the royal family, and they will be able to choose territories and receive official positions.

Priority will be given to other aspects..."

Onya observed Thoth's expression, "You don't seem surprised?"

Thoth smiled bitterly, "This is not the first time I understand His Majesty the Emperor, no, the attitude of the ruling class towards marriage."

"But you don't seem used to it." Onya said half-jokingly, "Is it possible that deep down in your heart you long for pure love?"

"No, I don't get married just because I enjoy being single."

"Just because you enjoy a certain way of life, you refused His Majesty the Emperor's offer?"

Thoth coughed lightly: "You have heard a lot."

"People at banquets always make interesting remarks inadvertently."

The sunlight shifted unknowingly, and the distance narrowed unknowingly. Before Thoth realized how ambiguous the distance was, the fragrant but not sweet scent of perfume enveloped him again, and he seemed to have fallen.

Entering an invisible yet ubiquitous web.

"Lawyers are always good at describing bright prospects, and this country seems to be a dazzling behemoth. It is an honor to be a part of it."

"Everyone believes that it will last forever, but who among these people has witnessed the collapse of the peak?"

"In the eyes of your secretive eyes, how much of this grand scene is false and true?"

Onya's voice became gentle, like a whisper between lovers, almost making people ignore how dangerous the content of these words was.

"..."

Although Thoth did not speak, his thoughts began to follow Onya's words uncontrollably.

How much does this grand scene have to be true or false?

The vast territory, the towering Tower of Babel, the splendid palaces, the invincible army, and the voices of the subjects praised them. They raised their wine glasses filled with wine high and said in unison: "To our empire! To us.

Emperor!" Everything he saw and heard demonstrated the greatness of this country and the achievements of Solomon.

But no matter how brilliant this achievement is, it is always a product of feudalism and a product of the strict class system - as a young man who grew up in a socialist society, he always kept this in mind.

The biggest drawback of the feudal system is that the power of the ruler is too absolute, and under the premise that the emperor and nobles have monopolized the path to God, this "absolute" meaning is even more obvious - because they do not have to worry about being overthrown or beheaded.

Being nailed to the pillar of shame in history means that they can treat the people as they please.

He knows the nastiness hidden under the light, and has seen the shadow behind the glory.

Some lords would raise tax rates just to show off, causing the people to be overwhelmed and then pass them on to some imaginary Balam spy after their death. They also knew that local officials would turn a blind eye to the Devil family's business of buying and selling people after accepting bribes. They also knew that

Some romantic places will take in good-looking civilian children in the name of "relief" and say that they are all "voluntary"...

Compared with the glory days, people wear more appropriate clothes, eat more exquisite food, and develop more complicated etiquette, but they have not become more civilized, but more hypocritical.

Before Thoth noticed it, a kind of indifferent indifference began to spread among the upper echelons of the country. Ordinary people were no longer "people", but a kind of goods, a kind of material, a kind of goods that could be replaced at any time.

Consumables.

But the people are the majority of the country and the cornerstone of the country.

How can a country that doesn't pay attention to its foundations last long?

He heard the shadow in his heart whispering, and the shadow eagerly wanted to use his mouth to say this to Ornia——

"My dear, that is just a huge phantom. Rather than indulge in its vain joy, it is better to look forward to the day when it collapses."

Thoth's lips twitched twice, and before he could say anything, something bit his finger. The stinging pain made him instantly return to his sober state.

He lowered his eyes and saw a transparent insect of time wrapped around his finger, shaking its linked tail reproachfully.

"You are joking."

Thoth touched the head of the Worm of Time with his thumb, and at the same time calmly distanced himself.

"I am just an ordinary king of angels. How can I evaluate such a great country?"

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"Huh? You're not..."

"Oh, do you know each other?"

In the school's cafeteria, Elisa Stiano was about to greet Olivia who was having breakfast, but she found a familiar figure next to her. It was the man dressed as a wizard and wearing a monocle yesterday.

Woman, but now she took off her monocle and wiped it slowly with silk.

"Hello, miss."

The woman stuck the lens back into her eye socket, "I still don't know what to call you?"

"You can just call me Eliza. May I ask your name?"

The woman hesitated subtly for a moment, and then spit out a rather exotic name.

"Mona Lisa."