Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

Mythical creatures are often not very sensitive to the passage of time. When believers offered sacrifices one after another, Thoth realized: It turns out that this year is coming to an end again.

Although Thoth didn't like big things, as early as the beginning of the spread of faith, the ancient sun god, his dear "Davarish", sincerely told him that for the gods, the sense of ritual is very important——

A sacrifice or a ceremony can be large or small in scale, but it must be held on a specified date, and strict procedures must be stipulated, which will help correct the believers' piety towards the gods.

Thoth thought it was reasonable, so he decided to hold two sacrifices a year, one on the last day of June and one on the last day of the year, referred to as "Summer Festival" and "Winter Festival".

Perhaps because it was established at the transition between the old and the new, the Winter Festival has a heavier weight in people's hearts.

Although the formal ceremony, including singing carols, reading excerpts of teachings, praising the virtuous, and punishing the guilty, are all completed on the 31st, starting from the 25th, every household will offer fresh fruits in front of the "small shrine"

, essential oils, incense, handicrafts, etc., and those with better conditions will also offer flowers - after "greenhouse fruits and vegetables" became the norm, many merchants began to improve flower varieties to adapt them to cold weather.

Naturally, China spent a lot of energy and financial resources, and the price rose accordingly, so flowers became a luxury item that showed financial resources like jewelry.

After a series of wrangling, the negotiations between the vampires and the empire finally entered the final stage, showing a harmonious atmosphere of "hello, hello, hello, everyone". The vampires began to frequent the banquets of several dukes, and Thoth was also upright.

He picked up the fish, returned to his happy hometown, and spent an afternoon sorting out the small mountain of sacrifices.

"This rose cabbage is pretty good-looking, but it would be a pity to eat it directly."

"Is this small tomato a new variety cultivated in greenhouses? It's quite sweet when eaten raw."

"Ice blue rose?! This variety is rare in the imperial capital, right?!"

"This tapestry feels very comfortable. Let's spread it on the bed."

"This set of wood carvings is not bad! Put it on the desk...ah, I already have another set of ornaments. I will nail a museum shelf another day."

With the mentality of opening gifts, Thoth fiddled with one gift after another from believers, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help turning up. This gesture looked a bit childish, but who doesn't like receiving gifts? Especially those who are personal.

Carved from wood, made from wool, painted, and carved, He hung them on the wall and placed them on the table. Whenever he was exhausted from the complicated affairs, He would feel full of motivation just by looking at them.

Full.

"Gulu——"

A round object fell from the hill made of objects, dragging a long line and rolling to Thoth's feet. Although the color was a bit dim, Thoth still recognized the thing he made - this was in the glorious age.

At that time, He rubbed the "Eriadne's Thread" to prevent the little son of God from running away.

He straightened the wool and found that the other end was connected to something buried in the "hill", so he moved the items away one by one, revealing a simple hard-shell book, with the wool wound around it several times.

I circled it vertically a few times and tied it tightly.

When untying the yarn, two lines of silver writing appeared on the hard-cover notebook.

"A gift from the god of fraud and mischief: a book of truths."

"If you are not afraid of being disturbed in the coming year, just turn to me."

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Three days ago.

"Sorry, Miss Mona Lisa, I can't get this seed to take root."

In the "No. 8 Fruit and Vegetable Planting Base" in the north, there is a room with a whole wall dedicated to displaying strange plant samples. Some are blue grass shaped like rabbit ears, and some are shaped like squirrel tails.

Some of the flowers are vines that hiss like snakes, and some are fungi that can float like clouds - they are clinging to the ceiling at the moment, and occasionally two hyphae fall down.

In the center of this bizarre scene, two people were sitting. One was Amon, who transformed into the "Mona Lisa", and the other was a gray-haired vampire man.

His name is Evan Faust, a potion professor who made a major decision in the twilight years of his life, that is, to convert to the Hidden Sage. Although when he was young, he was very dissatisfied with those of his own race who converted to the Earth Mother Goddess.

He scoffed, but as he grew older, his mentality calmed down a lot, and he began to accept a truth: the inheritance of blood is indeed valuable, but what's wrong with being moved by a certain teaching?

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Faust, this is just an attempt." Amon showed a decent smile, "But please tell me the reason."

There was a table between them, with a black-faced grass seed in the center, stolen from the granary in Silver City.

"In order to improve in pharmacy, I visited various plants, tried to grow them, and transformed them." Evan said unhurriedly, "And some plants are particularly proud. If you want to make them

For them to grow in the direction you want them to grow, you must satisfy their thirst."

"Thirst?"

"Yes, a desire that is more special and more subtle than sunshine, rain, dew, and minerals. To a certain extent, it is like a small promotion ceremony, such as pure snow water, the tears of ten thousand people, the blood of virgins,

The embers of the undead, the elegy of the mermaid... The vampire family has passed these experiences down from generation to generation, but I have gone through the ancestors' wisdom books and given various conditions, but I still can't figure out what it wants in its heart."

His artistic words gave people a feeling of being frustrated in love, but his expression was solemn.

Evan asked in a deep voice: "Where did you get this seed?"

"A land without sunlight, shrouded in darkness, full of filth, and riddled with changes."

"It grew under these conditions?"

"It can even grow into crops like rice paddies."

"This is truly amazing."

Evan looked at the seed carefully, frowning with the word "Sichuan" between his eyebrows, "This shows that what it wants in its heart is not sunshine and rain-but these two things are often the basic needs of plants, and those proud beings are not immune...

"

The expression of the old vampire suddenly became extremely frightened, and this change could not escape Amon's eyes.

"What have you thought of?" He asked in a persuasive tone.

"You just said...it has grown somewhere?" Evan's voice suddenly became harsh. "That's right."

"This means that its thirst has been satisfied, or that some people have paid the price." Evan swallowed, "I boldly assume...the reason why it is indifferent to the conditions I gave is that it will not

Could it be because it desires something more extreme, crazier, and more tragic?"

As if he was afraid that he was exaggerating, he quickly added: "I am just guessing, but there is no evidence."

"No, thank you for your efforts." Amon smiled slightly, "Even if it is just a guess, it is quite valuable."

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【Day 32】

As the end of the year approaches, the North becomes more and more lively. Many people come to your "little church" to offer fresh fruits and vegetables, handicrafts, poems in praise of you, and colorful bouquets. People from the school have to come one after another.

Go to the ground and move the sacrifices in time so as not to block the road. A man who was asked to run errands because he was strong complained to me that if this continued, he would not have time to prepare the sacrifices for you.

I said it doesn't matter, you won't blame anything for this, but he still looked very depressed, and said coquettishly that he was very good at carpentry, and that he was best at white deer, he could run and jump, and he could stand and lie down.

Yes, he can do it.

Speaking of carpentry, I saw a set of matryoshka dolls among the offerings - I had seen this in my father's memory, but the painting of this set was not a girl with big braids, long eyelashes and big eyes, but a girl with big braids, long eyelashes and big eyes.

They are different animals. The outermost layer is a brown bear, the next layer is a sea lion, the lower layer is a seal, a fox, a rabbit, and the innermost layer is a bird egg.

I think you will like this. You always have these gadgets on your desk.

They like you very much.

I also thought about whether to give you some unique gifts like they did, but whenever I wanted to come up with some inspiration, I would think of what the old gentleman from the vampire family said to me.

As the King of Angels, my spiritual intuition told me that his guess was probably on point. When he said the word "price", I remembered that my father often said: "The gift of fate has already been marked with a secret price."

Why can black-faced grass only grow in the soil of Silver City?

What price did the seemingly lucky Silver City pay for this "survival"?

"I don't know these people, they have nothing to do with me," I tried to tell myself, but I couldn't help but want to find out the answer. Before I knew the answer, it was difficult for me to calm down and do other things.

I'm sorry that I can't prepare a gift for you. Please consider this diary as compensation.

By the time you read this page, I may still be in the land abandoned by God, or I may have returned.