Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

"What, Abraham?"

"Uh... Southern Continent? Last era? When I think about it, it seems like a daredevil was fished out of the forest."

"Then the child is insane? Alas...after all, he has faced that level of disaster."

"Adam? He said he can provide psychological counseling?"

When he heard the name, Thoth's face froze, and after thinking for a moment, he replied: "Yes, but every operation he performs must be carried out under the 360° surveillance of the Secret Eye - even though he is

Your son, but I won’t give him a chance to give you any psychological hint.”

"Okay, thank you for your understanding, I'll be right back."

"So, you are going back?"

Amon played with the half-withered and half-grown branch, and raised his eyes when Thoth covered the sarcoma with his sleeve.

"I couldn't stay too long." Thoth sighed, "Although I really want to study how to bypass the 'parricide' step."

"I'll stay and deal with it."

"you?"

"Making big costs small and small costs is what I'm good at." Amon adjusted his monocle, "Or do you think I can't handle it?"

"That's not true, but in order to make things go more smoothly, I'll give you something."

Thoth nodded his eyebrows, and a ball of knowledge floated out and fell into the palm of Amon's hand, and Amon also understood its contents in an instant.

"In order to show his loyalty to God, Abraham reluctantly tied his son Isaac to the altar. God also sensed his piety and ordered an angel to stop him from killing his son with a knife. At the same time, a lost lamb

As they came from the mountain, God commanded Abraham to seize the sheep and use it as a burnt offering in place of Isaac."

"This god's way of buying people's hearts is really stupid."

This was the first sentence Amon said after gaining insight into this ancient legend. The next sentence was, "Speaking of Bethel? Has Abraham heard of this legend?"

"No. It's not like you don't know about his arrogant and arrogant character. Are you afraid that he will be so angry that he changes his surname on the spot?" Thoth coughed lightly, "The core of this secret is quite easy to understand."

"A scapegoat..." Amon chuckled, "Not a bad idea."

After returning to the north, Thoth immediately went to see Adam.

"You want to help my believers with psychological counseling?"

"right."

"So, what's the price?"

The psychiatrist's baby-like pure eyes and solemn priest's robe can easily give people a kind and compassionate impression, as if everything he does falls into the category of "charity", and putting the "price" on the table seems like a discussion.

It's an insult - but we are all mythical creatures. This is enough to coax ordinary people and low-sequence extraordinary beings. "Pay with one hand and deliver with the other" is the last word.

"There is no price." Adam felt His distrust, but still looked at Him with clear eyes, "This is my confession."

Thoth's brows twitched uncontrollably, wondering what kind of tricks this guy was up to? Who had been leading the Twilight Hermits to become demons before, saying that his father was an evil god?!

"So what did you do wrong?"

He said it as calmly as possible, and at the same time, he was alert to avoid being accidentally planted with psychological hints.

"I made the mistake of being shallow and ignorant." Adam's tone was full of sincerity, "I should have realized that my father did have his shining moments and shined on the world, but when he fell into the dust and was covered in mud, he was still the same.

"He whom I worship and love should not just be a crown or a privilege, but the Father himself."

"And from now on, I will stand by His side again and share glory and disgrace with Him."

Thoth was stuck. Although he had always pretended to have this truth in his heart, why was it so strange to hear it coming from Adam's mouth... Wait, he didn't read my mind, did he?

But if you think about it carefully, it is a bit difficult for the audience to not read minds at all. This method is famous for being good at inferring psychological dynamics from clues - this kind of speculation is not even deliberate in many cases, it is more like instinct, just like

He likes to collect secrets and study secrets, and usually does so before he can react.

"Speak repentance in front of Him Himself." Thoth brought up this topic, "I accept your help, but in order to prevent you from planting psychological hints on my loved ones during the treatment process, I will not give you any psychological suggestions in the future.

If this moment affects the operation of the school, I will take a series of safety measures."

Adam said calmly: "I accept."

In an instant, the kerosene lamp in the room dimmed a little, and countless illusory eyes opened on the walls, floors, and ceilings, almost making the patients with trypophobia faint on the spot. They looked at Adam without emotion, and towards Adam.

The top of his head, the back of his head, his cheeks, his neck, his descendants, his waist and abdomen, and his ankles - it can be said that there are no blind spots in 360 degrees. Adam suddenly had the illusion that these gazes were actually invisible scalpels, and the blades were about to cut open his skin and separate his body.

Organize, pick out its own internal organs, and search out all the hidden secrets - not even a tiny bit of bone marrow will be spared.

Mythical creatures can survive without breathing, but Adam had the illusion of being out of breath for a moment. A touch of gold floated across his eyes, and the dragon scales under his skin were ready to attack.

The next moment, these eyes all turned into a hidden state. The kerosene lamps were as bright as ever, and the fire pits that had become popular in the north in recent years were dutifully distributing heat, making people feel extremely reassured. It seemed that the sense of crisis just now was just an illusion.

"By the way, there's also this."

Thoth took out a piece of white paper, with a scale-shaped pattern in the lower right corner - and the seal and ink pad that covered this pattern were once part of the collection in the study of the omniscient and omnipotent Creator, and were given to the Hidden Sage one day.

There was a line written on the paper, "I, Adam, the Angel of Utopia, hereby swear that I shall not use any means to plant any psychological hints to Tristan Darby that are detrimental to the Mustard Seed School during the treatment process."

Tristan Darby is the surviving demigod. The Mustard Seed School is the name Thoth gave his school. "Mustard Seed" means small things.

"Take your fingerprint."

Thoth smiled and handed over a box of ink pads.

Awesome. Adam thought as he took his fingerprints. I can actually swear an oath in front of the magical object I made.

After checking it out, Thoth sent the demigod named Tristan Darby in - he came in sideways, and because of his mental damage, he had been in shock for the past few days.

At first, the sound of footsteps can make him tremble, a bird call can make him fall to the ground, and the firelight in the fireplace can even frighten him into revealing the incomplete form of a mythical creature.

Although there are psychiatrists in the north in the occult sense, they are all less than demigods. It is really difficult for them to treat a demigod who can reveal the form of a mythical creature anytime and anywhere, so they can only mix sleeping pills into his meals.

Here, he was slowly raised with the "sleeping" charm to ensure that his spirit was in a relatively calm state.

When sleeping, the young demigod looked like a child. His expression was peaceful, and he did not appear to have experienced a horrific disaster at all.

Adam also skipped the hypnosis step and planned to dive directly into his dream.

"Your vision isn't limited to this small room, is it?"

Before entering the dreamland, Adam suddenly said this meaningfully.

When the "Secret Peeper" path reaches Sequence 4, you can attach the "Secret Peeping Eye" to a foreign object. When it sees it, it is equivalent to the user seeing it, and once it enters the hidden state, it is difficult to be discovered. Although there are

The distance is limited, but every time you go up a level, the distance will be extended - except for Thoth himself, no one knows how far his line of sight can extend.

Thoth understood what Adam meant. He wanted to ask himself why he didn't just put the Eye of Secret into Stiano's house, but in front of an audience, any rash answer would become a breakthrough to expose his weakness, so he ignored it.

This question, expressionless said: "Doctor, please do what you should do."

Adam didn't insist and went directly into the dream.

As for why he didn't open his eyes to see the secrets...Thoth breathed out from his nose, it was all thanks to Totrensost.

At a certain meeting at the beginning of the establishment of the empire, this strict guy specifically pointed out that "certain abilities" of "certain ways" were very harmful to the privacy and security of his colleagues, and strongly requested His Majesty the Emperor to make some restrictions. This initiative was raised in a show of hands.

The vote was overwhelmingly passed, so some "barriers" in the mystical sense were established between various jurisdictions.

Oh, by the way, when "certain ways" were mentioned, many people's eyes turned to Zoroaster, Zarathu and Thoth, and then turned back as if nothing had happened.

Later, Thoth did not try to place the Eye of Secrets across provinces, but as soon as he crossed that "boundary", the annoying shadow of order would cover his sight like mud, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

To monitor the movements of the Stiano family, he had to use primitive methods like spying.

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Tristan Darby is running.

Although his body has recovered as before, the dazzling light of fire still flashes before his eyes from time to time, the smell of smoke and burning is still lingering on the tip of his nose, and his ears are always filled with the screams of the crowd and the crackle of burning wood, and there is still a powerful force behind him.

The burning sensation of drying all the moisture in his body - the heat wave is chasing him, chasing him like a hungry hyena.

He had to run and couldn't stop until he was exhausted.

A white mist rose in front of him, and Tristan was in a daze for a moment before he realized that it was the breath he had exhaled. His hands and feet were too sore and limp, making his movements slow, and the cold air of winter caught up with him, making him

Goosebumps arose on his arms. Cold is the antonym of hot. After realizing that he was far away from the flames, his gallop turned into a trot, and the trot turned into a slow walk. The last bit of burnt smell dissipated from the tip of the pen, replaced by

It was a bitter smell that made him wrinkle his nose.

"This is... boiled herbal soup." Tristan thought in hindsight, "it came out of Dali's shop."

Dali is a Sequence 9 pharmacist who opened a folk herbal shop on Thyme Street. People’s ability to associate is far stronger than they think. This strength is largely due to their rich life experiences, giving a fragment

, they can find the corresponding other half from the huge "material library". Adam doesn't even need to do much coaxing, Tristan completes the images and sounds based on a little temperature and smell.

Under the guidance of an invisible hand, he sketched the familiar cityscape of Thyme Street in his mind. It was early in the morning, and the vendors had set up their stalls early, serving mashed potatoes, pan-fried fish, and hot oyster soup.

Freshly picked vegetables from the farm outside the city... all kinds of shouts came one after another. Some people passed by in a hurry, and some stopped to carefully select. The aroma of the food and the smell of human sweat merged together to form a kind of

Wonderful harmony.

In the eyes of many people, such a noisy place is not where a demigod should come, but Tristan believes that walking in the bustling city is a better way to understand the teachings of the hidden sage than sitting in a study.

"When you look up at the stars, don't forget that the earth is lifting you up..."

"No matter how high a mountain you climb or how glorious a crown you wear in the future, never forget where you came from..."

"No one is born great, even God opens his eyes to see the world for the first time..."

"What makes you thrive is the drops of milk from your mother's bosom, the grains of rice that come from under the tiller's hoe, and the fat and strong livestock raised only by the farmer... What makes you look good and graceful is

It is the weaver's creaking spinning wheel, the tailor's shears for cutting cloth and the needle and thread for sewing, and the skillful hands of craftsmen who are good at polishing jewelry... What makes you emotionally fulfilled is your family members who care about you, like-minded friends, and heart-to-heart connections.

My lover..."

"All greatness comes from the ordinary..."

"You need to always have a humble heart, you need to respect every mother who works hard, every farmer who sweats like rain... You need to respect every simple, kind, diligent and dedicated person, no matter where they were born or grew up.

land……"

The bustling crowd and the constant shouting did not prevent Tristan from reciting the "Book of Hiddenness" silently, just like the wandering life of the Gebia people did not prevent them from worshiping the Hidden Sage.

After all, it is said in the Holy Scriptures: "If you are pious, the place you step on becomes a holy church."

After doing street worship, Tristan came to an art workshop. The apprentices and masters got up no later than the vendors on the street. They were busy making orders one by one from wealthy merchants or noble families. Some of them got up no later than the vendors on the street.

Some were making sculptures, some were painting oil paintings, some were drawing garden designs, and some were building models with wooden strips... Just when everyone was too busy to lift their heads, a painter with a gray beard put down his head.

pen, and strolled out with his pipe.

The old painter came into the bustling crowd and asked for a fried fish from the vendor. While he was waiting in line, Tristan walked towards him without looking at him. As he passed by, he picked up the paint from the painter's hand.

After receiving a long and slender cylinder, he returned to his residence, opened the lid of the cylinder, and pulled out a rolled piece of paper.

"On the night of the 27th, the Stiano family will have a banquet for guests, and the cultists will be among the guests."

(ps: I plan to fix the time for updating the article, so I will publish it regularly at 11 o'clock every night.)