Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

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

Thoth stared at the words on the cover for a long time. His understanding of Amon and his spiritual intuition as a spy told him that this was not an exaggerated threat. If he saw the content inside, his mood would probably be disturbed.

It was earth-shaking.

In life, one thing more is worse than one thing less, so the wise choice is to pretend not to notice it. Anyway, there are so many things offered as sacrifices, and it is normal to miss one or two things, not to mention that this book is so ordinary.

But Thoth opened it anyway. After taking a deep breath, he felt the anticipation of a gambler opening the dice cup, and the anxiety of an adventurer walking into a lightless cave. Perhaps it was because of his rebellious psychology, or perhaps he was worried that if he pretended

If you can't see it, the person giving the gift will be sad, or with the self-comforting thought of "I've never seen any big storms, what can a few words in a book do to me", he will just open it without hesitating for more than half a minute.

minute.

Soon, He became fascinated, as if he had set his eyes on Amon who had transformed into the "Mona Lisa". He walked through the streets and alleys of the North, sometimes smiling, sometimes shaking his head helplessly, and sometimes falling into deep thought.

The light gradually dimmed, Badheir rolled up the orange-red banner, Amanissis shook out her skirt like the water of an underground river, the stars flickered quietly, Thoth pointed a finger, and countless glass balls hung on the ceiling.

It lit up, illuminating the beautiful handwriting on the paper. As if he was afraid of disturbing the night, or of disturbing the author's hard work, Thoth's movements of turning pages became unconsciously light, like twisting the wings of a dragonfly.

At the same time, he realized that this was more like a long bound letter than a diary recording his experiences.

The cool night breeze passed over the treetops and fell into His ears, turning into the rustling sound of the pen tip on the paper. Amon in the past was silently telling Him in the future. Perhaps it was also at such a quiet moment in the night, next to him

There was a little candlelight. Thoth suddenly remembered that they had not seen each other for more than a month.

A month, a few months, or even a few years are just a moment to the mythical creature, but he has the illusion that a long time has passed. This moment was held in his hand, so heavy that it was almost impossible to hold it, so he simply

Kick off your shoes, sit on the bed, bend your knees, and put the diary on your lap.

In fact, as long as Thoth is willing, the "information" in this diary can flow directly into his mind, but he deliberately reads it slowly and carefully, and also handles a few prayers in the middle, plus Amon has it every day.

record, so the "eleventh day" is read only when the moon is at the zenith.

When he saw that the girls of the school were still so full of energy, Thoth showed a happy smile.

"The wonderful thing is, watching them doing their own things and being happy, I always think of you."

"I think of you in the glorious age, disguised as a bard, traveling and preaching at the same time..."

"I think of you wearing a nightgown, with your feet crossed, and a pile of manuscript papers beside you..."

"I think of you who haven't thought about the past yet and feel at ease in front of the 'Master of Prophecy'..."

Reading these words, Thoth seemed to be possessed and forgot to breathe for a moment. He never knew that he would be observed so carefully. A kind of numb shame rose up in his heart, and he suppressed it forcibly.

He shook his head, forced a calm look on his face, and told himself not to think too much, "We have been together for so many years, so we are familiar with his expressions, postures, and habits. Is there anything strange about him? He is just careful, that must be the case."

That must be the case.

A few months later, he continued to listen to Amon's words from the past. The angel's tone was peaceful, caring, and nostalgic, but it shattered his luck in a ruthless way.

"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."

As if being scalded by fire, Thoth closed the diary with a snap, and his face turned the color of beets as if it was scalded by fire.

The two villains began to fight in his heart. One resisted and shouted: "Don't think too much. It's normal for friends to miss each other after they are separated!" The other snorted coldly and said mockingly: "Come on.

Well, would you speak to a friend in such a tender tone?"

People who learn foreign languages ​​will unknowingly develop amazing understanding. When they are still him, Meng Bai, or a student, even if they do not know the meaning of all the words in an English article, they can still add intuition through analysis.

, to figure out whether the author is derogatory or praising, whether he is ridiculing or boasting, and then accurately finds the correct one among the four options abcd - and there is not a single word or sentence pattern in this diary that he cannot understand.

So there's no reason why He couldn't grasp the thoughts and feelings in it.

He just couldn't believe it and couldn't be as sure as marking the correct answer on the answer sheet.

The silver words on the cover sparkled under the light, as if to say: "I reminded you, you insisted on reading it yourself, so you can't blame me."

Oh, so I have to thank you for your consideration, right? Thoth thought angrily, suddenly realizing that part of the "initiator" still remained in him.

The little insect of time is circling his little finger. It knows when to make a fuss and when to pretend to be dead. At this moment, it is dutifully pretending to be a ring, trying its best to reduce its sense of existence - although its size is very small.

It was suitable, not too loose or too tight, but Thoth couldn't just use it as an accessory for fun in his spare time.

He stretched out his hand to take it, and the Time Worm tightened as if in protest, but when he frowned due to the tight feeling, it immediately relaxed and was held by two fingers obediently, breaking away from the fingers where it had been staying for a long time.

Festival.

Then what?

What should He do?

The Worm of Time still maintains its circular posture, waiting calmly for its release - whether it is locked in a drawer or thrown out like garbage, it will eventually leave this hand, so it just holds on to each minute and feels it.

Those soft fingertips.

The next second, it fell into the palm of a hand. It was not soft and was wrapped in a thick cocoon. It was left behind when the "Master of Prophecy" wielded his sword on the battlefield of the Second Age.

The fingers closed together, and before the darkness submerged it, it heard a long sigh with incomprehensible emotions.

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In Amon's impression, his father always said: "The gift of fate has already been marked with a secret price."

This sentence is reflected in all aspects of the mysterious world. For example, the higher the rank of extraordinary people, the more they rely on external forces to consolidate their self-awareness. For example, the more powerful the sealed objects are, the more terrifying the negative effects are. Generally speaking, the more magnificent and wonderful those things are.

, the more incredible something is, the more intense and tragic the sacrifice behind it is, and the more difficult it is to bear.

So what’s the price of “abundance”?

In a land full of filth and pollution, what is the cost of harvesting a pure crop?

With such doubts in mind, Amon looked down at the Silver City in mid-air. He took off the monocle clamped in his right eye socket and took out a pair of rimless glasses. The color of the rectangular lenses was slightly dull, giving people an indescribable feeling.

The feeling of measuring.

"Hidden to you?"

Adam appeared beside Him. Although there was no sign at all, it was not unexpected at all.

"Ten years ago, in order to promote believers to angels, He borrowed a few worms of time from me and used some tricks. After the success, He gave me this pair of glasses as a reward."

Amon said expressionlessly: "The raw material is His eyes, which were cut out from the form of mythical creatures."

By the way, the mythical creature form of the Secret Peeper is a "briquette" with countless eyes.

Adam's expression showed signs of being broken, but He still maintained a calm tone: "You give Him a part of your body, and He gives a part of your body back to you. This is very reasonable."

"But I would rather He give me something plain." Amon put on his glasses, "Although it is just in use now."

Thoth named this pair of glasses "Cyber ​​Perspective". Although when Amon asked what "Cyber" meant, he just smiled as an old god and didn't say much - this kind of smile is what his father gives to everyone.

Amon had seen Angel Wings before, and he was also assigned a pair of glossy pure black wings, which were usually folded in an extremely unscientific way and stored in his back.

According to my father, this is the "corporate culture" of the Kingdom of God.

The remnants of the past always have some puzzling operations, but after so many years, Amon has become somewhat accustomed to them.

Now, Amon has somewhat realized the meaning of the word "cyber", because through this pair of lenses, the city-state is not a city-state, the ruins are not ruins, the soil is not soil, and the monsters are not monsters, but piles of spiritual numbers and

The abstract things composed of symbols were so complex that it made him tremble. Fortunately, all the insects of time in his body were mobilized to bear the pressure of the information, so that he would not feel dizzy.

"Actually, you can use more direct methods to solve the problem." Adam also turned into an indescribable lump in his vision, "For example, directly steal the memories of the leaders of Silver City to see if they know anything.

"

"But this will take away a lot of the fun of exploration, and I won't have the opportunity to use these glasses."

"Or maybe you're not used to fishing out entire memories from people's brains." Adam didn't give him a chance to hide it. "If it were before, you would definitely let your clones parasitize the residents of Silver City and extract them from their brains.

Search for all useful information, but after you realize something is wrong, your entry point is limited to the black-faced grass itself."

"You may even want to try growing blackface grass."

The psychiatrist stabbed Him intentionally.

"I just went to the greenhouses in the north and felt quite impressed after a few rounds, especially those... magnificent slogans."

"What?"

"'How bold the man is, how productive the land is'."

Adam silently swallowed the saliva that almost choked him, and was extremely grateful that he was just an indescribable lump in Amon's eyes at this moment.