Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

Saturday, December 25.

On the outskirts of Backlund, an inconspicuous small church.

As the cold wind blows, a crow with a chill under its wings flies into the gate of the church, bringing in a few blades of grass, which land on the back of the prayer pew in the front row, shaking off the gray-green grass clippings dotted on the black feathers , arranging his feathers.

A few small reptiles clung to it covertly. As the blades of grass fell to the ground, they quickly crawled under the chairs and disappeared into nowhere in the church.

"It seems that something happened between you and Zoya that I don't know about."

As these words appeared, a white-robed priest holding a cross and bowing his head reverently appeared on the bench.

He didn't appear out of thin air, but was always here. When He didn't want to show up in front of anyone, no one could see His figure.

The black crow raised its head, its right eye has a circle of white hair, as if wearing a pair of glasses:
"The back door of the abyss was destroyed, and the main body was looking for clues about the 'Servant of Mysteries' characteristic in the mysterious place, so he gave me the permission to recognize 'Zoya', and sent me after sharing the corresponding memory Backlund."

The priest opened his eyes and looked at the cross erected in front of the church. His eyes were as clear as a baby's, without any emotion or emotion showing:
"Zoya is forced to use the 'stealer' feature, with your unique projection and the bug of time on her body, which makes it difficult for her to exert her own power."

"she?"

The black crow jumped up suddenly, and when it landed again, the person sitting one meter away from the priest was already a young man in a black wizard robe and a black pointed hat.

The shadow of the brim of the hat casts on his thin face, black curly hair hangs by the ears, and when the young man tilts his head, it will just hang in front of the monocle crystal glasses on his right eye, making his eyes through the lenses extraordinarily dark.

"Why do you say 'she'?"

The priest held the cross tightly with his fingertips and rubbed the olive branch. The corner of his mouth showed a gentle smile with nostalgia. Although it was obscured by the beard, it made his originally empty and compassionate face suddenly alive. Although there is still no fluctuation in his eyes:
"Father's previous vision was successful. Zoya fulfilled father's expectations of 'her' when we didn't know it, and in a way we didn't know."

The young man adjusted his monocle and raised the corners of his mouth: "How is it possible? Without the help of my father, how could Zoya break through the hope of 'humanity'? I caught him once in the Land Abandoned by God more than 100 years ago." , Zoya at that time still only had a 'shell', nothing changed at all."

The young man even looked at the priest suspiciously: "You haven't been promoted either, I don't think anyone can give Zoya 'humanity'."

The priest's expression returned to calm: "Actually, even if I'm promoted to 'Visionary', I'm not sure. You know Zoya's uniqueness, unless my father is resurrected and regains control of the Chaos Sea."

"Then what are you talking about?" The young man raised his legs, facing the cross in front of him, he was not respectful, but just stared at the edge of it very plainly.

"I just marveled at such a miracle."

"A miracle... can this count?"

The young man seemed to despise such a statement. He drew a circle on his knee and tapped slowly in the center of the circle, as if he was thinking about something.

"If you have nothing else to do, I'll go to Backlund to find him. I have to bring Zoya back to the main body early, so as not to be preempted by others."

But the priest stopped the young man: "There will be major incidents in Backlund in the near future, so there is no need to be so anxious."

"If you find Zoya early, you can squeeze his good luck in everything. How can you not be in a hurry?" The young man smiled deeper, "If it is true that she has become a 'her' as you said, maybe I can directly parasitize her. Zoya, this makes me look forward to it."

"There is your clone beside her, a clone that is isolated from your body."

The young man turned back, a stream of light flashed across his monocle, and the black eyes below were fixed on the side of the priest's face intently: "No wonder you found out about him before I did, and he found a way to bypass it." The main body..."

"It really surprised me."

The young man laughed a few times, then turned his head and turned his gaze to the door of the church: "Do you have an appointment with someone?"

"It's the informant who can help you track Zoya, and I leave it to you."

The young man half-closed his eyes and smiled happily: "That means it doesn't matter if you kill him or parasitize him?"

The priest didn't answer, he lowered his head and resumed his original prayer posture.

This is the default "can".

-

Galwin walked into the chapel in a daze.

It never seems to be here, no residents of any nearby villages come here to pray, no one realizes that there is a church here, and it doesn't even belong to any Orthodox church, it's just a landmark that never existed here, was sprinkled abruptly Splashes on blank paper.

But this small church seems to have stayed here quietly for a long time, like a stone pillar in the wind and waves, keeping its own world, free from outside interference or influence.

Galwin remembered that he had an appointment with someone, but he didn't remember when or who he would meet with. He only knew that he should come over.

A fly flew past Galwin, as if feeling the hotter heat from the human body, it quietly landed on the back of his windbreaker, rubbing its front feet leisurely.

Galvin stepped into the chapel with a dazed and peaceful expression. He walked straight to the first row and sat down a few seats away from the black-haired young man naturally, as if he had reserved the seat here in advance.

"Hi." The black-haired youth greeted him cheerfully.

Galwin was awakened by the sound, subconsciously stood up from the chair, and only then realized where he had gone. He looked around in surprise, and soon regained his alienated calm, silently looking at the young man who greeted him .

"You are also an 'audience', do you mind sitting down and chatting? Don't worry, I will not inflict violence on you, I am not such a barbaric person."

The black-haired young man casually grasped the right hand, and Galvin felt the light in front of him brighten. His sunglasses disappeared from the bridge of his nose, and he was being played with by the young man.

The young man glanced at Galvin's peculiar amber eyes, and casually hung the pair of sunglasses on the front of his robe: "So is he a member of the Alchemy Society or the Hermit Society? Forget it, it has nothing to do with me."

Galwin knew that the priest who once gave him the "invisibility" effect spell was also here.

But he didn't reappear, which sent chills through Galwin's body.

The young man stared at Galwin for a few seconds, and suddenly frowned: "Has he been influenced by Zoya?"

"They had contact and even fought, but I don't know what kind of influence Zoya has had on him. Because Zoya's way is special, you should be able to detect this better than me."

After the sound sounded, Galwin saw the priest suddenly appearing on the bench. He was sitting very close to the young man in black, bending over in a prayer-like gesture.

"Just in time, let me take a closer look at you," the young man stood up and leisurely walked towards Calvin, "I don't know what kind of chaotic trail that canary left behind."

Even as an "spectator", Galwin, who only had a low sequence, could not be completely free from fear. Out of instinct, he wanted to step back, but found that his body was no longer in control.

The smile on the young man's face was very happy, but there was not much smile in the black eyes, but a malicious mockery: "Don't worry, I won't make you feel pain."

Galwin suddenly remembered where he had seen similar looks.

That demonic crow.

-

Galwin stumbled and ran out of the church, but he forgot why he was so frightened, and just ran wildly with instinctive fright, like a frightened beast, temporarily losing the ability to think.

The priest raised his eyes and glanced at the black-haired young man. The young man's face was not very good-looking, and the smile that was always on his lips disappeared:

"He doesn't even have a destiny to grab. I don't want this to come back to me. Anyway, he can't escape the shallow parasitism."

"Now you know." The priest closed his eyes and smiled.

The black-haired young man pushed the monocle: "'Luna', that sounds weird, why didn't he just use the name his father gave him?"

"Of course it's because I don't want to have anything to do with the 'God'."

The black-haired young man pondered for a moment, then smiled again: "Do you just want to escape from his own destiny..."

"She's a 'thief' now." When the priest said this, his tone was very calm, but he meant something else.

The black-haired youth did not reply to this sentence, but stood up decisively.

The black crow with white eye circles flapped its wings and flew out of the church. The priest did not look up, but looked down at the direction of the ground:
"You did play tricks on Zoya."

An ant slowly crawled past the priest's feet, its movements were stiff because it was not used to the cold winter temperature, and it didn't care about the priest's gaze behind it.

-

Esther was sitting in the hotel room, the charcoal in the fireplace was burning red, allowing her to stay indoors and enjoy the warmth.

The showers from the sky were as thin as hair, slowly wrapping around Backlund's shadow, knocking on every glass window that passed by.

Such weather is not suitable for going out, so she curled up lazily on the sofa, flipping through a few magazines bought from the front desk. The new book of the writer Fors Wall is being planned, and the writer of the report seems to like Fors Wall. Ms. Erth's previous work "Storm Mountain Villa" is full of expectations for the new book that will be released in a while.

The Loen Kingdom Soot Emissions Reduction Association issued a statement again, calling on residents to take practical actions to reduce the harm of smog, and urged the House of Representatives to pass the "Anti-Pollution Act" and "Smoke Emissions Reduction Act" as soon as possible to take further control.

There have been few strikes in the East End and Docklands. The poor working conditions of the workers are completely out of proportion to the hours and the meager wages. Some voices are constantly calling for improvement, but because the House of Lords is still under the influence of Duke Negan’s death. In the turmoil of the schism, these things were ignored.

Esther was spinning the pen in her hand, her eyes passed the black and white report, and fell on Xiaoqi.

Xiao Qi turned her head and looked back at her: "What are you thinking?"

"I always feel that the weather is very bad." Esther said.

The sound of "rustling" rain washed the wall outside the window, and the sound became smaller and smaller.

The rain has stopped, but there is still no sunshine here.