Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

A career becomes fucked largely because of a fucked-up boss.

Meng Bai understood this truth in his third year as a class teacher. Yes, even a "teacher" is called a "hard-working gardener", "engineer of the human soul", "the most glorious profession under the sun", etc.

Many professions with a good reputation are not exempt from vulgarity, or it may be that it is precisely because the world's expectations of this profession are too high that they ignore the bad things.

Especially when you stay up late to prepare lessons in order to catch up with the schedule, when you become dizzy because of the assignments, and when you want to appease the parents of the students and their mouths are boiling, you like to engage in formalism - but he himself does not think this is formalism.

, the school leaders who have dubbed it "quality education" tell you that we are going to hold a recitation competition to praise our revolutionary ancestors.

The old man's words were so sincere, as if he would be nailed to the pillar of shame in history if he didn't take a big step.

Whenever this happens, the feeling of being fucked becomes particularly obvious.

"This game is on the 30th?" Meng Bai tried hard to keep his voice from shaking.

The school leader smiled and nodded.

"But if I remember correctly, this month's monthly exam is on the 29th?"

Meng Bai tried to make things reasonable, "Do you mean the monthly exam will be postponed or...?"

"No need to postpone." The school leader looked at him with a kind look, "Xiao Meng, we are not interested in exam-oriented education now. We pay attention to all-round development, improve grades, organize exciting activities, and make people happy.

The leaders above are happy to see it. If you coordinate well, the organization will trust you."

I believe in your seventh uncle!

Meng Bai roared in his heart, and believe me, is it useful? Even if the teacher can take a rest like the donkey of the production team, the energy and concentration of the students are limited! While engaging in entertainment competitions and preparing for the monthly exam, you can open Shenma International

joke?!

Meng Bai took a deep breath: "But the new classes for our grade haven't been finished yet. It's hard to finish them before the monthly exam."

"Then let's coordinate again." The school leader repeated again, "The organization believes in you, and it also believes in all the teachers."

I believe your mother is a hammer!

What happened next?

After many years, Thoth once again pulled out this memory from the corners of his brain. Thanks to the mysterious man's excellent memory, he quickly remembered what happened after that useless conversation - he squeezed it.

In the students' art and music classes, students were organized into the playground, rehearsing the program against time, editing videos for the recitation competition like a bilibili blogger, and were driven crazy by the operation of inserting music, so they went to online stores to rent performances.

On the eve of the competition, several parents of students were also mobilized to put on makeup.

Oh, by the way, it makes sense that the results of the monthly exam were not good. The English grade group leader sighed at the performance seminar, and Meng Bai felt that his already poor hairline was getting worse.

As the leader, the team leader was called by the school leader to give him a slap on the wrist, with the reason being, "You didn't coordinate well."

The reason why Thoth remembered this past was purely because of a conversation with the leader of the palace orchestra.

After reading the repertoire given by Him, the Chief looked uneasy and told Him about his difficulties in the most humble, tactful and least likely tone to be sacrificed on the spot.

"So, it is impossible to rehearse these pieces within the specified time without eating or sleeping."

He succinctly summarized the central idea for Mr. Chief. The poor man's face turned pale, and he admitted tremblingly. His back seemed to be pressed by an invisible hill, and he could not lift it up - Thoth probably understood.

What was he thinking? In this country, the emperor's will is absolute. Even if he doesn't eat or sleep, he must deliver results that satisfy him. Otherwise, it would be disrespectful.

There is only one consequence for disrespecting God, and that is blood splattering on the floor.

Thoth recalled that on the day of the meeting, Solomon, who was sitting at the top of the long table, said to him: "With your ability, you will be able to handle these two tasks at the same time."

The handsome and majestic figure of the Black Emperor and the hunched figure of the bald school leader subtly overlapped - spanning thousands of years, they overlapped quite accurately. Thoth was a little impressed by his ability to associate.

Just because of the phrase "coordinate", He carves up his own insufficient rest time again and again, and also squeezes the students' insufficient energy - just like water dripping through stone, human beings will always be used to it.

Polishing, pushing the bottom line down again and again, forgetting how to refuse, and finally turning into a donkey of the production team, grinding 24 hours a day.

Damn, even though he was no longer the bitter class teacher, certain habits were still engraved in his bones, and Solomon didn't even use many lawyer's words.

Thoth gritted his teeth and almost wanted to slap himself, thinking that he must be stupid in Solomon's eyes for being taken advantage of so easily... No, maybe His Majesty the Emperor who had killed a thousand swords was still aggrieved about his refusal to marry.

Huai felt that he had been disrespected and wanted to find a way to cure him.

Although it was not good to scold his immediate boss, Thoth still scolded him. It should be said that he should have scolded him long ago.

"Then don't wait in line."

The chief was stunned for a moment and thought he heard wrongly. Thoth continued in a calm tone, "You should eat and sleep when you should. Don't think too much about everything. Please tell Mr. Harder Stiano that you don't have to do anything."

Rather than rushing to appear at this concert, it is better to adjust the state carefully, check for omissions and fill in the gaps, and welcome the next blockbuster opportunity."

"Okay, I'll pass it on."

Before going to find Hader, the chief asked carefully: "The concert...?"

"Cold salad."

Looking at the confused look in the band leader's eyes, Thoth regretted that no one in this era could understand his cold jokes.

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【Day 15】

Unknowingly, I have been here for half a month.

Today I entered the archives of the school. Documents are stored in drawers with labels. Countless drawers are neatly stacked together and reach the ceiling. There are two triangular ladders in the corners for people to climb up and down.

--But I have no use for them.

One of the drawers had the words "List of Notified Criticisms" on it. I opened it and found a stack of forms - you people here like to use forms to deal with official business, which saves a lot of meaningless flattery and pleasantries and directly lists "who

", "When", "Where", "What happened" and other elements are clearly listed at the beginning of the form. People who are conscientious and responsible can naturally fill in the blanks, but people who are perfunctory will soon fill in the blanks.

Show off your horse's feet.

The top of this stack of forms is as follows: Name/Gender/Occupation/Place of Place/Crime/Special Remarks/Publication Day/Penalty. I will just jot down two examples.

Name: Jiminy Hirst

Gender: Male

Occupation: Canvas Merchant

Birthplace: Avak City, Fusak Province

Crime: In order to embezzle the family property left by his brother and sister-in-law after their death, they sold their only son to the witch family and forged his death certificate, causing the boy's psychological distortion. In order to digest the "Instigator" potion to cause violent conflicts in the north,

Many people were killed and injured. Although the boy's crime will not be mitigated by the reason, the evil deeds that disturbed the peace of the North must be traced back to their source.

Special note: Jiminy Hearst’s son-in-law serves in the Red Pine Forest Court. He relied on this relationship to omit many necessary verification procedures and quickly obtained the written certificate for inheriting his brother-in-law’s property.

Demonstration day: December 29, 28th year of the Solomon calendar

Penalty: Ten years of growing potatoes on the frontier

This is the first copy, and the following is the second copy.

Name: Rachel MacMillan

Occupation: Spiritual Material Smuggler and Storm Disciple

Place of Birth: Unknown

Crime: In order to eliminate the redundant extraordinary characteristics, he raped the kind believers of the sage, causing indelible psychological trauma to them.

Special note: His smuggling route passes through the territory of Earl Scott, and the checkpoint seems to have reached some kind of tacit understanding with his team.

Demonstration day: December 29, 30th year of the Solomon calendar

Punishment: physical castration and thirty strokes of whipping.

After reading several articles, I noticed two things. First, in the "Special Notes" column, these people have some ulterior relationships with dignitaries (otherwise you wouldn't have to write them down).

It even involves the Angel Family, and secondly, their "public demonstration day" must be December 29th.

The archivist told me that your New Year's Ceremony will be held on December 29th, and sometimes there will be a "reporting and criticizing" session. These people recorded in the register will wear shackles and shackles that limit their extraordinary abilities, in full view of the public.

After being read out the crime and accepting the punishment, he also had to accept the disdainful eyes and disgusted curses from the people, and was tortured both physically and mentally.

I felt a little unbelievable: "These people were all taken to the north? With many forces involved behind them?"

The archivist nodded in agreement and said that he had personally witnessed the torture of Rachel MacMillan, who almost lost half of her life after being flogged and had no strength to struggle when she was castrated.

Looking at his matter-of-fact expression, I realized how normal it is for people of high status to take life and death - but your gentle face and gentle tone easily made me forget this.

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"This is?"

Bethel Abraham picked up a shimmering talisman from the silver plate. Although he had the authority to travel through space, he was still the last one to arrive - maybe getting stuck was a hobby for him.

"The language spell created by the Hidden Sage can allow us to briefly learn a certain language."

Tuduo said with a cheerful smile, "Just inject some spirituality into it."

Duke Abraham was not in a hurry to inject spirituality. A hint of young man's curiosity could not help but appear on his serious face, "I'm just enjoying the music. What do you want to do in hiding?"

The Black Emperor, who was sitting at the top, smiled slightly and played with a language charm in his hand. "Thoth, Lord, always has many wonderful ideas. We just wait for His surprise."

Pales frowned and looked around sensitively.

"Do you feel...the air is a little damp?"

Medici lit a flame at his fingertips, looked at its shaky shape, and said with certainty: "It's getting more and more humid, and it has a salty smell."

"Look over there-"

blue.

Amid the exclamations, the quiet and broad blue spread in the splendid hall, undulating and surging, covering the entire performance stage, spreading under the leather boots of gentlemen and under the skirts of ladies, giving out a

There was a rustling sound like a sigh, but it never got the fabric wet.

Paris stole a piece of "sea water" in his hands, and with the ability of the "decryptor", it was restored to its original form, that is, a piece of information composed of small spiritual numbers and symbols.

What is information?

It is the image seen by the eyes, the sound heard by the ears, the smell smelled by the tip of the nose, and the heat and cold felt by the skin... Since a thing looks like the color of the sea, sounds like the sound of the sea, and smells

It's salty and cold to the touch, so why can't it be considered the sea?

"Sir Pales, I understand your curiosity, but can you please stop decomposing my body? This is very rude."

After knowing what he was holding, Palestine's face suddenly distorted, and the handful of information slipped from his fingers and regrouped into a cluster of false waves.

"Your Majesty, thank you for lifting the restrictions and allowing me to spread my body all over the concert hall, but I cannot salute you because this gesture is really inconvenient."

"No problem, let's get started."

The Black Emperor nodded slightly to express his understanding.

"Look, that's——"

Amid the exclamations, colorful mermaids jumped up from the waves and swam along with the music that came from nowhere.

“i’ll be your mermaid,caught on your rod”

“ing for your aid, isn’t it odd?”

I will be your mermaid, trapped on your reef.

Doesn't it seem strange and ridiculous to seek your help only?

After using the language spell, this completely unfamiliar language did not affect people's appreciation of the ethereal melody and lazy singing, but there were also some careless people who were not immersed in the beauty of the music.

Zaratul muttered quietly: "This language comes from the glorious age."

The strange thing is that He didn't get any feedback, just like throwing a coin into a dark dry well without seeing any ripples.

Zaratul frowned and observed Onya's reaction calmly. The beauty god from the Second Era also frowned, as if he was trying to recall which race's language this was, but found nothing and simply immersed himself in it.

In the world of music.

"Information mimicry, ok."

"Mermaid painted skin, ok."

"The sealed object that can amplify sound is also ok."

Thoth thought to himself: As long as I am lazy enough, it is not impossible for everyone to listen to what I pull out of my head.

He discovered a long time ago that he can understand his information-based self in the same way as he understands computers. Those sounds, lights, and colors are like files stored on a hard disk - although computers in the 21st century can only store images and

Sound, but if technology is allowed to develop for another five or ten years, it may be possible to store odor molecules.

Maybe after the concert, I can make some extra money with this gadget. He looked at the conch shell that was spitting out sounds quietly, and began to think about what kind of advertisement he should advertise.