Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

(ps: Although the original work did not mention the gender of the God of Steam and Machinery, Cuttlefish said on WeChat that steam is feminine, so I assumed that he was once a woman.)

In less than half a cup of tea, the evil spirits fled as fast as they could. The leading Ghost Rider wore a monocle on his face - attached to his visor in a very unscientific way, like

It stood motionless like a wooden stake.

Seeing that there was no danger, Thoth took back the scroll called "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring", rolled it tightly and put it in his sleeve pocket. The residents of Silver City who were drawn into the painting also returned to reality, but their faces were still

With a dazed look on his face, only the old man who had previously commanded the battle seemed to be still awake, but before he could organize his words, the voices of discussion started one after another, becoming more and more excited and eager.

"Did you just see that?! Those, those...!"

"Those fragrant plants? It is written in the ancient books passed down by my father that those things are called 'flowers'!"

"Lord, are we not dreaming..."

"It's impossible for so many people to have the same dream together! It must be the appearance of the omniscient and omnipotent Lord!"

"Then don't we have hope to escape the suffering?!"

"quiet!"

The leader of the old man roared loudly, and after the crowd calmed down, he said respectfully and calmly: "For helping us, are you paying attention to us? Silver City will repay kindness and will pay the highest respect."

Now things got serious. Thoth, who had hidden his figure, rubbed his temples in distress. He just subconsciously used the spell with the best protective effect, but it turned out to be regarded as a manifestation of the saint... Oh no, to this group of people,

For people who have been suffering for a long time, I am afraid that any sign of hope will be regarded as a "manifestation".

If I had known earlier, I should have been more low-key when taking action!

"Pfft." Amon, who was also hiding in the darkness, was amused by his troubled expression.

"Don't laugh, think of a solution!"

"Although standing in the center of sight does not suit your title of 'Hidden Sage', we can take the opportunity to seize a little initiative." Amon smiled slightly, "Also, Silver City seems to be weak, but it responded very quickly.

Alerted to organized to engaged, methodical - and look where we came out."

Thoth looked toward the fortress where the sealed artifacts were stored, and found that the heavy lock had been opened. A young half-giant with a key hanging around his neck was shocked by the scene just now. He stood there blankly, but he still held the key in his hand.

A gold crown set with rubies.

Even from a distance, Thoth could feel the warm and sacred aura of that object, which was exactly what the cold and filthy evil spirits were repelled by.

"Just now we didn't hear the leader issue an instruction like 'go get the sealed artifact', and there is no war bishop among these people who can communicate spiritually. What do you think this means?"

Thoth quickly reacted, "This shows that they have encountered, or at least expected to be attacked by evil spirits, so even if the commander does not issue an order, he knows what he should do."

"That's right." Amon winked, "The experience of the indigenous people is also very valuable, what do you think?"

"Okay, I understand." Thoth exhaled, "If you look into it carefully, this negotiation will take a lot of time... I'm afraid I won't be able to attend the Winter Festival this year."

Feelings of anxiety and expectation spread quietly. Just when people resisted the desire to whisper and only dared to exchange glances silently, the sound of gentle footsteps came from the darkness where torches and lanterns could not illuminate. Some people subconsciously raised their weapons.

, some people couldn't help but hold their breath.

A young man came into their sight. Compared with the residents of Silver City with giant blood, he was undoubtedly short. Curious eyes looked at his slightly longer black hair, dark green cloak, and bark belt.

Animal skin boots... In the end, they had to admit the fact that his appearance and everything on him were so ordinary and ordinary, not like those described in murals and ancient books.

A presence that brings miracles.

This is exactly the image of Thoth walking around the world at the beginning of the third age. The acting rule he summarized for himself is to "walk in the world and hide in the world." Of course, his appearance must be ordinary and ordinary.

Amon turned into a white crow and stood on His shoulder, sighing in a voice that only two people could hear: "It's been a long time since I've seen you like this."

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At the same time, in the Intis province of the Solomon Empire, there was a manor located in the suburbs.

Now is the transition between the old and the new. Although it is not like the summer social season where you need to go to various parties, dinners, salons, and hunting grounds, nobles who are related to each other will start to move around, and branches with less pure blood will also send representatives there.

When the family arrives, they usually stay for two days after sending New Year gifts and expressing their thoughts. The family will also warmly receive you to show their generous demeanor, and on the last day of the year, they will serve the most sumptuous dishes and open the most delicious banquet.

Fine wine and all-night celebrations—all in all, there’s a lot less pomp and ceremony, but it’s definitely lively.

But for the deposed Stiano family, the word "lively" is a bit far-fetched to describe the atmosphere these days.

Although the New Year pays attention to the word "warmth", if this family itself is not an angel family, but has offended an angel, this "warmth" will appear to be very limited - the empty living room is the best example.

A few meager and perfunctory gifts were placed on the coffee table, which could not even fill half of the coffee table. The envoys who brought them came and went like wind, and even the greetings were very brief. It was a bit "just go through the motions, don't worry about it."

"Hold on, okay?"

But it was very quiet, which was good. As if to convince herself, she repeated, it was good.

The snowflakes were falling, and she put her calloused hands on the cold window, and quickly withdrew them. Those days of sweating by the fire and bellows made her accustomed to the high temperature, and also made her resist the cold.

Even if you are already a Sequence 3 Saint and are largely immune to the effects of seasons and temperatures, this tendency that is deeply rooted in your heart is difficult to change.

How many years is this stuck in Sequence 3? She calculated the time, fiftieth year? No, sixty years?

The extraordinary power has delayed aging, but she knows that she is no longer young. "Youth" is not only a physical state, but also a vibrant and positive mentality. However, her state of mind is wandering between two extremes - in the end

At the bottom is depression, despair, and compromise with the status quo. At the top is resentment, unwillingness, and resentment. Why do you, the Hidden Sage, insist on overpowering me?! Overwhelm us, Stiano?!

Her hand tightened into a fist, like a hammer.

If it is simply suppression, forget it. This will allow the whole family to work together to overcome adversities. But the bad thing is that the Hidden Sage is neither proud of his age nor his strength. He is better at persuasion than intimidation.

And inducements, whether they are inexperienced descendants of the family, old foxes who adapt to the wind, or mediocre ordinary craftsmen - unknowingly, the cohesion of "Stiano" is being eroded and disintegrated, and

Her influence in the family is being dispersed and lost.

After the promulgation of the "Land Protection Act", several branches successively converted to the Hidden Sage. A letter was lying on the desk. In the letter, her distant cousin talked about his son who was promoted to a "occultist", even though he was far apart.

Baili, she could also imagine the other party's show off face.

There is another layer of meaning hidden in those gorgeous words: My dear distant cousin, we don't need you anymore. Even if we don't rely on the high-sequence potion formula of the "artisan" path in our hands, we can still obtain divinity.

If we were more reverent and pious, we might even have an angel - as we all know, that sage had no children or family, which meant that he had nothing to be biased about, right?

No, I don't need you anymore.

A stern look slipped through her eyes, and then turned into respect. "Eternal Sun, Immortal Light, you are the embodiment of order, the God of Contract, you are the guardian of commerce..."

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"Awaited."

After directing the residents to re-build fortifications and collecting the spiritual materials left by the evil spirits, the current chief of Silver City's "Six-person Council", Hawks Frye, walked into the living room, and as a sign of respect, they lit up the

More than a dozen animal oil candles were placed in the center and in each corner of the table, and this much brighter light than usual also made Hawkes Frye make a new discovery: it turned out that the strange visitor's eyes were a rare purple.

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"What should we call you?"

"Sidel." The young man with purple eyes only said his first name, but not his last name. Hawks was not sure whether this was a fake name.

"Where are you from?" Hawks asked the second question carefully.

"Are you questioning us?"

The white crow that was preening its feathers on the young man's shoulder suddenly spoke, startling everyone. There was a joking look in its eyes, which made Hawkes feel very uncomfortable. Thoth, whose pseudonym was "Sidel", touched

Touching the feathers of the little crow, he said calmly: "Unilateral giving and taking cannot make people feel at ease. I suggest exchanging questions for questions to ensure equal communication. What do you think?"

Hawkes exchanged glances with several other council elders, and then said: "We agree."

"Then let's set some rules. If you encounter a question you don't want to answer, you can remain silent, but you can't lie." Thoth asked, "Is this okay?"

"It makes sense." Hawks said tentatively, "In that case, let's swear in the name of the omniscient and omnipotent Creator. Silver City is lucky enough to get a token of His. Are you willing to use this as proof?"

"my pleasure."

An elder left his seat and quickly took out a copper book wrapped with thorns. In order not to get hurt, he specially wrapped a layer of animal skin on his hand, but Hawks, who did not have this layer of protection, was picking it up.

When he passed it, his palm was cut directly, and big drops of blood hit the ground. He calmly opened the book and solemnly swore to the blank page: "I, Hawkes Foley, am omniscient and omnipotent.

I swear in the name of the Creator that I shall not lie in the process of 'exchanging a problem for a problem'."

At the same time, his blood was sucked away by the thorns on the copper-covered book, and the blank pages glowed with a divine golden light.

Amon whispered: "That is indeed my father's thing. I saw it in his study."

Thoth also made the same move and said the same oath, but as soon as he put down the "Book of Thorns", the wound on his hand healed, while another elder was still bandaging Hawks -

After seeing this scene, several half-giants couldn't help but have a bit of awe on their faces, and they felt that this seemingly ordinary young man was even more unfathomable.

No, they quickly corrected themselves in their hearts. This kind of self-healing power has obviously gone beyond the category of "human beings"!