Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

【Foreword】

Before making the decision to write a diary, I remembered an incident a long time ago. At that time, I was only as high as your waist. I jumped up and down in the carriage with the ugly face, and found something in the cabinet.

Some yellowed papers, that's the diary you wrote when you were fighting under the Medici.

Through these somewhat vague words, I learned how you survived on the battlefield, how you dealt with the funeral arrangements for your dead comrades, how you made deep use of old secrets, and how you complained in your heart - these are all things you know very well.

You said it in front of me, but I watched it with great interest. After reading it, I came to ask you why you didn't follow up.

I still remember that your face was very subtle at that time, but you still chose to answer my questions before warning me to respect other people's privacy.

"Whether we can see the sun tomorrow is never certain during a war. Every day we survive is extremely precious, so I always want to seize the time to remember something - maybe this diary will become my last words?"

"But if there is no war, I can still live for a long time. If I keep writing, the diary will one day accumulate to your height - it would be a waste of paper."

Although I always thought that you just wanted to be lazy, I also realized a truth: people will only write a diary when they feel that a period of time is very limited-it is precious because of its limitation.

My life is too long, so I will write it as "Mona Lisa". In my story, she is a study tourer from the imperial capital, who temporarily stayed because she admired the scenery of the snow-capped mountains -

—Yes, for the time being.

In my imagination, the existence of the "Mona Lisa" was limited to the time I stayed in the north. When I chose to leave, she would cease to exist.

In this way, "infinite" becomes "finite".

It was under this premise that I made the decision to write a diary.

You can understand that I am holding an alternative ceremony. My father said that the sense of ritual is an important part of human nature.

But I still feel that His humanity is sufficient enough that he can completely abandon a certain sense of ritual - starting from wearing clothes when acting.

【first day】

After showing me the White Deer Holy Emblem you gave me, the people from the school provided me with a place to stay. Hanging in the room was the painting of you incarnating as a white deer in the desert. There was a shrine next to the painting, in which sat a wooden sculpture of you with a blurred face.

But the best thing is the expressive posture.

Speaking of this, I finally understand why I haven’t seen much of your church along the way. It turns out that the ancestors of your current school members are the Gebia people. This group of nomadic people known as the "Children of the Wind" has no fixed

In order to worship you regularly without changing their original lifestyle, they built this box-like "chapel" with ropes fixed on it, which could be carried on people's backs or on animals.

Later, they settled down in the area north of Jianhai, but this worship habit remained unchanged. They just removed the ropes and changed the place where they placed them from the backs of people and animals to a flat table. Incense was burned in front of the statues.

There are holy oils on display, but what surprised me even more is that there are also shrines placed on both sides of the road, sandwiched between tailor shops and dry goods stores. Although it is convenient for residents to pray, they are too inconspicuous - my third

I didn't notice it even once when I passed by.

I used to think you were informal, but now I'm even a little worried that you can't maintain your authority.

You must know that gods always like to build churches to be extremely majestic and solemn, so as to make ordinary people feel awe.

【Day 3】

When the bell struck the eighth time, I heard the children laughing and shouting. When I stretched my head out of the window, I saw that they were wrapped up like wine barrels.

The place where I live is built like a basket - one side is missing, with houses on three sides, and the remaining side is surrounded by an iron gate, facing the street. At eight o'clock, the gatekeeper unlocks the gate, and those The child who had been waiting for a long time rushed into the middle field that was dyed white with snow.

Your school undertook the education of this area. Children under the age of twelve can learn nine subjects for the cost of one copper coin per Friday, and lunch and dinner are also included.

While having breakfast, I also heard that several of your followers were planning to build a special classroom for herbal medicine classes, and purchase a batch of seeds and bulbs specially used for teaching, as well as "those daily necessities and accessories are selling well in the imperial capital, no need to Worried about funds" and the like.

I finally understand why you have to work so hard to turn a pile of silkworm cocoons into white and fragrant silk soap, and ask Medici to wear that feather brooch to wander around, even though you are always talking about "deposits" "You don't understand the happiness", or "I just like to compete with the Stiano family's craftsmen", but I know that instead of counting gold coins like a miser, you would rather spend your money on some far-reaching causes.

Is it because you have never forgotten that you were a teacher? Or was it normal in your day to sit in a classroom?

In my father’s memory, a large part of my father’s memory was of watching teachers eloquent on the podium and writing furiously. The classmates around him were constantly changing, including children of seven or eight years old, teenagers of thirteen or fourteen years old, and occasionally Being able to see adults, I thought at that time, maybe in your era, raising a family early was an anomaly.

By the way, I also heard that they hired a new herbal medicine teacher. She is a vampire who converted to the Mother Goddess of the Earth (it is said that she is not alone). It seems that the Church of the Earth is also tolerant to the Extraordinary people of adjacent paths. policy.

But in my impression, vampires are a group of guys with strong self-esteem. It must have taken a lot of effort to convert them.

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

Only after Thoth said this sentence did he realize how sarcastic it was. After hearing this sentence, Ornia's gracefully curved mouth corners twitched slightly, as if it took a lot of effort not to let them collapse - a lot. People will also show this expression when talking to Medici. They want to use foul language but have to maintain a decent expression.

Sorry, I almost forgot that you are just an ordinary Sequence 1. Thoth added silently in his heart, he was not emotionally intelligent enough to say this out loud, because it sounded a bit like adding fuel to the fire.

Seeing that the sun was getting more and more dazzling, he took this as an excuse to send Ornia back to her residence, and he was happy and relaxed, returning to his happy nest.

"Didn't you feel strong when you bit my hand just now? Why don't you move now?"

After biting him, the worm of time hung around his finger the whole time, pretending that it didn't exist. Its body is inherently transparent, and it can deceive the refractive index of light, making it difficult to detect abnormalities without looking carefully.

——If it weren't for the soft touch on his fingers, Thoth would have almost forgotten about this little guy.

"Okay, although your bite hurt a lot, I'm not angry." Seeing that the insect of time had not yet responded, Thoth added, "You don't have to pursue the matter of the body putting you on me.

.”

The "ring" came to life in an instant, turning it over happily on Thoth's open palm, exposing its soft belly, and took the initiative to rub it when Thoth touched its head with his thumb - if Mei

When Dicky saw this scene, he would definitely want to poke his own eyes, shake Thoth's shoulders vigorously, and shout like this -

"You're not really going to do this, are you?! Big Eyes, please wake up! This guy is a fraud!"

It's a pity that Medici is not here, and Thoth just follows this trick.

"Don't do this next time." His voice was so soft that it had nothing to do with the word "reprimand." "It's very rude, and you wouldn't like me putting a peep into you, right?"

The Time Worm rolled itself up pitifully.

"I know you are worried about me, worried about the dark side that has taken shape."

Thoth sighed softly, "I originally thought that as the Hanged Man's condition improved, the pollution on my body would be reduced, but unfortunately, the impact that has been caused is irreversible."

The worm of time stood up and listened quietly to Him.

"'He' represents my dissatisfaction with the dark side of this country." Thoth raised the corners of his mouth as if he was self-deprecating, "and my resentment for my own inaction."

"Actually, I have been conflicted for a long time, because I know that some ills need to be eradicated through changes, and such changes are bound to offend the interests of most nobles, so I often think, 'I just need to take care of things in my own territory.

Just do as others like you.'"

"However," Thoth took a deep breath and continued, "those areas that believe in me are already part of the huge 'Solomon Empire', just like an organ of a body, and the territories of other nobles are another organ.

, the ills of other organs will inevitably affect the health of the whole body, and the decay of the body will inevitably feed back to all organs... At that time, can I really be alone?"

"I want to make a change...the Empire must change too."

"Because while we are taking credit and being proud, those people living in remote places must be thinking about how to develop and grow."

As if encouraged, the Time Worm stood upright and jumped twice.

"Oh, I don't know why. There are some words that I can't always say to others, but I can say them easily to you."

Thoth raised his knuckles, touched the soft belly of the Worm of Time, and muttered: "Is it possible that you are actually a caring little cotton-padded jacket? It doesn't look like it. How can a little cotton-padded jacket be as noisy and... ow!"

The time worm bit him in no uncertain terms.

【Day 7】

I met the defected craftsman today, Andrea Stiano's wife, now I should say the widow, and I understand why you specifically emphasized the pension that day. It turns out that she is the only daughter of a member of the school of thought.

, and that member of the school has long since passed away.

From a conspiracy theory point of view, I am more inclined to think that Andre married the woman in order to make you let down your guard and go deeper into the sect. But at the same time, I am a little confused because I saw something from the woman's memory.

The harmonious scenes of her and Andre's love and life.

Although she was not completely obedient to Andre, she definitely respected each other, and in terms of universal human aesthetics, her appearance and figure were considered superior.

And she has given birth to a lively and healthy child for Andre, a born craftsman.

I assume that this man has a heart of stone, and the comfort that family and love bring him is better than nothing, but he should always be tempted by power and status, right? He became a demigod before he was thirty, and before the accident, he had a good reputation within the school.

It's also very good. If he stays for another five or ten years, he will definitely become a character with a strong voice, and maybe even become an angel - but he just gave up everything and ran away.

Is it so important to be loyal to your family?

My father is right, the essence of human nature is self-torture.

By the way, I noticed that a guy who retired from "War Red" was interested in the widow. He often left prey and a small bouquet of flowers at her door.

【the eleventh day】

I noticed that the proportion of women in your sect is very high, nearly half.

They gather in two large rooms every Wednesday to hold a "women's party" to promote various interests and hobbies. However, compared with the kind of salon where aristocratic ladies sit one by one like sculptures, this place is simply a wild chatter.

Jungle - and has a great deal of enthusiasm for newcomers.

When I came here at the invitation of a craftsman lady, several ladies who were very interested in fashion swarmed over me. One of them started to wrap a measuring tape around my waist, and the other started to draw all kinds of fabrics on my body.

, one recommended various kinds of needles to me, and the other was playing with my hair - although I chose to be a woman just for the sake of freshness, I really regretted it for a while.

I will only tell you this matter. You are not allowed to laugh, and you are not allowed to tell your father and Medici, especially Medici!

The craftsman lady, Elisa Stiano, said that she was treated in this way at the beginning. Although she wanted to pretend to be nonchalant, I had an intuition that she was gloating about her misfortune.

If these ladies knew that the person they were touching was the King of Angels, they would probably be able to brag about it for the rest of their lives.

By the way, there was also a little girl who tried to divine for me. Although she definitely couldn't divine things at my level, I still admired her for a while as she was so worried when she interpreted two contradictory results.

The strange thing is, watching them doing their own things and having fun, I always think of you.

In the hall, a Gabeian girl with long black hair and brown skin got excited, kicked off her high heels, and danced barefoot on the carpet, her skirt blooming like flowers, and an elderly lady

Pour different portions of tea into seven cups and serve her with a silver fork.

I think of you in the glory days, when you traveled as a bard and preached at the same time. The wandering dancers were your common partners. They swayed their soft limbs in front of them and moved their light steps, attracting everyone's attention. And you

You were strumming the strings attentively and quietly in the back. You didn't like to sing loudly in front of strangers, but just hummed softly along with the melody. Only then did I realize how lucky I was to have heard your singing.

In a room with a big bed, girls in pajamas were sitting and lying around. Everyone was holding a book in their hands. Some were talking softly, some were making comments with pens, and some were holding books on their faces.

Guy fell asleep while others compared several books and read them together, just like the historians serving in the palace.

I think of you wearing a nightgown, with your feet crossed, and a pile of manuscript papers beside you - a robe with every button fastened and every belt fastened can imply that you work with the most rigorous attitude, and conversely,

Scattered and casual clothing can help you diffuse your thinking and activate inspiration when translating.

"Leave something behind" seems to be the instinct engraved in your bones as the remnants of the past. Because you spend time refining words and shaping the beauty, you always write very slowly. If the inspiration dries up, you will throw yourself on the bed angrily.

Smash it and cover your face with the manuscript paper. These girls must have never imagined that the gods they believe in would also lie dead like salted fish.

In a room with a fragrant smell, girls in aprons were busy. Some chopped vegetables and fruits into fine pieces, some fried meat until it was sizzling and smoking, and some used long spoons to fry the meat.

After stirring in the pot, they poured a cup of my very sweet milk tea - for people in the north, eating and drinking should always have a little sweetness, because the sugar will make their bodies that are always fighting against the cold feel safe.

This eating habit is very similar to my father’s home country.

I think of you who had not thought about the past yet and was at ease being the "master of prophecy". At that time, you still had time to cook.

At Adjutant Medici's wedding, I resisted the desire to steal the bride's crown, so you baked a plate of cookies as a reward; while cleaning up the extraordinary traces left behind after the war, I stole a flower crown that was baked and dried

The moisture and the fire in the core of the earth made it impossible to cultivate crops, so you made me mushroom rice with a rich sauce.

But more often than not, even if I do nothing, you will satisfy my request. When I say I don’t like the fishy smell of milk, you make a pot of milk tea and use the fragrance of tea leaves to neutralize the fishy smell of lotion.

, but compared to the smooth taste of the drink, your focused eyebrows when stirring the ladle satisfy me more.

Although I know that your love and care is largely due to my father's entrustment, I also know how pure your love and care is. It is so pure that you do not expect anything in return, and it is so pure that it is difficult to derive other possibilities.

But I still can't help but think of you.

Just like this moment.