Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

"Aster."

Because she had learned various mystical languages ​​from Old Neil, Esther could clearly recognize that this sentence was in the language of giants.

Her body uncontrollably responded to the call, and she still spoke the Giant language, but it didn't come out from "the mouth", which made the slightly immature voice of "Esther" appear vague and emanating a small voice. Buzz: "Amani, I will help Dazberg out of voluntary, not because of the transaction between you, you can exchange the benefits you need."

Heiye smiled slightly: "Although I know you don't understand, I will worry about you."

"Worrying out of safety is meaningless to me. What I am about to do can better ensure my existence, which is the 'safety' you are worried about."

Heiye raised her hand and rubbed the soft and slightly curly silver hair on the top of "Esther", she sighed softly: "It's because you only talk about existence and don't care about other thoughts, so I don't feel relieved."

"The continuation of existence itself is the only meaning for my life form to carry out activities. From your cognition, even if I have no humanity, even my leader is an existence dominated by divinity."

Heiye held the hand of "Esther" tightly, and Esther could perceive subtle emotional touches from the close-knit Heiye. The power of autonomy is not enough to escape from the land of the ruler. I am not a child, Amani, I have seen history far longer than you have been awake, including your history, I have observed it."

"Of course I remember, you mentioned the thread of fate to me many times, and compared yourself to a moth trapped in a spider's web."

"I'm sorry about the fate you've been through."

The unwavering voice of "Esther" was so indifferent that the "sorry" she said was insincere, and even seemed to be mocking, but the night seemed to be used to it: "You are the one who needs to be sorry, you helped me A lot. Without your reassurance, I can hardly imagine how this journey will continue."

"I saw the potential in you, so I offered you a 'companionship' deal, and gained a short period of freedom. Only then was I able to find a way to escape from the leader's place in this world. I still need to continue to wait for the turning point of fate to appear."

Heiye didn't speak any more, the corridor finally reached the corner, and walked over to a brown-red wooden door with a cross engraved on it.

A waist-length silver-haired young man was standing by the door, with soft features, like Ganymede from the most exquisite sculptor—the only beautiful boy in legend who ascended to the Temple of Zeus.Contrary to that beautiful and luxurious beauty, the young man only had the simplest linen robe on his body, his silver eyes were gentle and indifferent, and his whole body was hardly stained with the various colors of the world, like a sketch drawn off a white paper.

The young man gradually raised his eyes, quietly staring at Heiye and "Esther" for two seconds.

Then he turned his gaze to "Esther": "Zoya, the Lord has been looking forward to your present life for a long, long time. Come back, the Lord needs you very much."

No, not right!Originally, what the young man said should be——

Esther suddenly lost her sense of her body again, she seemed to have turned into a puppet, standing still in this weird dream.

The night suddenly stood in front of Esther, and there was a hint of anger in her words: "Very well, I didn't expect to see you here."

With the lifting of the white palm of the night, the image of the youth seemed to encounter an invisible eraser, and it became transparent from the bottom to the top of the legs, and soon only the head remained.

The young man's face didn't show any fluctuations in expression. He just looked back at the night quietly, but the white Mobius halo emerged above his head, and the layers of illusory wings behind him made him look more and more like a classical mural. Angel.

A phantom flashed in his youth's eyes, the silver-white river was surging along the past to the future, and the youth's figures returned to their original appearance in the order they were erased.Esther is very familiar with this kind of power to reverse the cycle, but she can feel that there are other things about the young man that attract her more.

The young man only stared at "Esther" from the beginning to the end: "Zoya does not belong to anyone, the night. Zoya is a scattered and disorderly starlight, which belongs only to fate."

The young man raised his arm and stretched out the hand hidden under the sleeve towards Esther. He let go of his clenched fist, revealing a comatose skylark in his palm.No, it wasn't a coma. It died many ages ago, but by chance it survived and was carefully guarded.

The silver-feathered skylark, with a little golden light on its forehead, kept flickering, calling to Esther, in tune with the beating of her non-existent heart.

It was one of the countless dots of light in the back of her mind.

The gentleness in the young man's eyes remained unchanged. He looked at the night, but what he said seemed to be a blunt reprimand: "Esther doesn't belong to you, or you."

Heiye raised his palm again, this time the young man did not fight her again, allowing the figure to be completely erased by the invisible force, but the dream also began to disintegrate.

Esther moved her steps suddenly, bypassing the dark night in front of her. The moment the young man used his magical power just now, the confinement around Esther's body was broken.

The night did not stop Esther, only a sigh full of sorrow came from under the veil.

Esther pushed open the wooden door carved with a cross at the end of the corridor. She ran in with all her might, and caught a glimpse of a figure standing in front of the marble cross before the dream was completely plunged into darkness. She saw his black hair With brilliant golden hair roots, priestly classic robes.

The man turned around.

But no matter how hard Esther tried, she couldn't see his face clearly, only the man's mouth was full of a compassionate smile.

His gentle and tolerant gaze spans time and space, through the dusty history, and looks from the other end of the distant memory.

Esther never took another step, no matter how hard she struggled, she never moved an inch further in the dream.

The man shook his head: [Zorya.]
A name with a similar origin naturally jumped to the corner of Esther's lips: [Dazhbog?]*
[Всекончается, мойдруг, Разрываюткольцарук.] */ "It's over, my friend, your bracelet is torn."

He is dead.

Just like the lark held in the hand of the youth.

The darkness engulfed Esther's vision, and she began to be confused whether what she was leaving was a memory or a dream.

Her consciousness left here.

The man hummed a folk tune, turned his head and stared quietly at the tall cross again, as if he didn't say what he said to Esther just now, and he just read the beginning of the song.

-

Creste Sesima once again boarded the steam train to Tingen.

As a senior deacon of the "Nighthawks" and one of the Big Three of the "Red Gloves", he is actually not so idle.He went to Backlund on business trips every three days, mainly because the "Goddess Sword" controlled by Cresta was an extremely special existence compared to the entire Church of Evernight.If he had a choice, Crestel himself would prefer to go further north, where the church is located in Winter County, and visit his old friends by the way.

Not only did he come here for the existence of the temple codename "Super Hidden", but also because of Klein's special application, Crestel brought the potion ingredients of the "Joker" formula with him.He was going to complete the promotion of Klein to Sequence Eight after conducting the review.

Dunn's description of Esther's out-of-control abnormality in the report made people in the church feel anxious, but after Her Highness Arianna obtained the oracle, they suppressed their doubts and wholeheartedly trusted the guidance of the goddess, so that The incident passed naturally.

There is not much difference in the oracle that Crestel obtained, except for the cold treatment of "no need to transfer", which is to let him go to the Nighthawks team in Tingen to recover the damaged "Starry Night Pocket Watch". The access badge was left behind and handed over to Dunn to be used as a backhand to suppress Esther.

Picking up the silver-white suitcase that he never left with and another small suitcase, Crestel stepped off the steam train. Looking at the azure sky that was much clearer than Backlund, he took a deep breath.

When people who have stayed in Backlund for a long time come out, they always feel that the air in the capital is better than anywhere.

Crestel was on the first steam train, and before he even had time to send a telegram to Tingen's Nighthawk team, he had rushed over by himself.

As an Extraordinary at the fifth level of the sequence, with the special assistance of the "Goddess Sword", Crestel could already feel the power of twisted fate a little.He received from the bishop the diary he wrote at the request of the church a few months ago. He knew that the "Esther" who looked like a young girl had had brief contact with him, but he himself could not remember it at all. .

It's not a big problem to simply pretend to be the second meeting, because after reading his diary, Krestai took what happened at that time as "related information about the sealed item" and directly memorized it.Because the two were not familiar with each other, Krestai was not afraid of any flaws.

Walking into the Blackbrier security office, Crestel saw the brunette at the front desk wiping her tears with a handkerchief, crying and rubbing the braided bracelet on her wrist.

Crestel cleared her throat, and the girl looked up frantically, trying to open a few pages of Tingen Candide so she could bury her face behind her: "Oh captain! I'm not crying, I just got something in my eye Things, the stories in this newspaper are more touching—huh? You are..."

"Creste Sesima, I'm here from Backlund Diocese. I'm here to check on the matter of Old Neil and Esther. There is also a special application from Mr. Moretti."

Rosanne, who had just been immersed in grief, quickly dried her face, her face was burning red, and she quickly got up from the backstage to lead the way for this gentleman wearing red gloves. Of course, she had heard of this name before, and knew that the Nighthawks Spread the title of "Goddess Sword".

"Why were you worried just now?" Crestel asked casually.

Roseanne's expression turned sad again: "It's Esther! This is all so disturbing! She started yesterday—sorry, I lost my composure."

She tried hard to put on an ugly smile: "It's just that after she's gone, I really feel that a very bright part of the sun is missing from my life."

Crestel nodded, and made Crimson Moon's gesture on her chest: "The Goddess will bless her."

*The sun god and god of fire in Slavic mythology.

*Мертвец (dead person)——Мельница, the small TV station has songs and translations, I like it very much.

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A lot of broken thoughts:
Russian, it’s so difficult, it’s hard to do a machine translation, the deformation and pronunciation made me blindfolded and I just gave up, copying the lyrics is fine, I admire anyone who learns Russian!
The cat rubbed its shit on the bed, desperate.

"Dazhbog" is also called "Dazbog", Dazhbog/Dazbog, including "God", "God" or "God of Giving", etc. I can't think of a special title that is more suitable for him , especially compared to what this chaotic sea researcher has done, it is he who has truly given the fire of extraordinary power to ordinary human beings, and summed up 22 paths of insanity.I also hope that Squid will not reveal the real name of the ancient sun god one day, otherwise I will just overturn the car and find out the material world, and I have even arranged the corresponding names for the other people...