Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

Esther got off the subway in the East End, flung off two unidentified tails, and returned to the apartment she had paid rent for.

The law and order in the East District seemed to be more chaotic, and the traffickers became more and more rampant. Now she encountered stalkers almost every day.From what the kids said, there were people hunting around for nice young girls.Although this kind of thing happens here every week, it has been too frequent recently, making the residents of the East District, who are already struggling, even more anxious.

Klein was also resurrected, which surprised Esther, but also filled her with doubts.After thinking about it for a moment, I still have no clue, and there are too few clues at hand, so Esther had to put this mystery to the back of her mind for the time being.

Well, the resurrection itself is very weird, and the safety of life should be put first.The two of them hid a lot from each other. Although Esther wanted to tell Klein everything, she was afraid of getting him into trouble.Listen to Klein's experience, it's so thrilling that he didn't even catch his breath.

Even if Esther wanted to help, she didn't know what to do. Maybe she should ask Klein what Beyonder material he needed—if she could find it or afford it.

At least now she doesn't feel alone again.Thinking of this, Esther smiled and put the cloak on the hook on the wall.

Esther sat by the wooden bed, took out the bug-shaped Xiaowu from her pocket, and put it on the window sill, before she raised her head in a drowsy state: "Well, you came back so early today?"

"It's getting late, it's almost ten o'clock," Esther pointed to the faint crimson moonlight outside the window, "It's because you slept for a long time."

"yes……"

Xiao Wu didn't seem to notice her hands and feet, which made Esther heave a sigh of relief.

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new week.

On Monday afternoon, Klein came above the gray mist to pack up the sundries, piled them in a corner and covered them with the gray mist.

At three o'clock sharp, he clicked on a few red stars, and today's Tarot meeting was held on time.

At first, it was "Justice" who found out that "Sun"'s expression was not quite right. After "The Hanged Man" pointed out the danger of the detainee next door to little "Sun", he shared with several people about the "Amon" family. Things, reminding "The Sun" to be wary of that eccentric survivor.

A few minutes later, at the end of the trading session, Klein manipulated the "world" to ask everyone to buy "the brain-mutated pituitary gland and blood of the hunter with thousands of faces, the characteristics of the human-skinned shadow, and the hair of the deep-sea naga." In a hurry to bring up the news about Esther's pursuit, but waited until halfway through the communication session, and then let the "world" speak hoarsely again:
"Becklund's Aurora Society is looking for an existence called 'Zoya', whose image is related to the skylark or light group."

Derrick's eyes widened, as if recalling something, but he didn't speak because he was not sure.

"Justice" sighed slightly in his heart. It seemed that Mister "World" was thinking of everyone in Backlund as a substitute, and he couldn't tell that he was such a thoughtful person.She asked curiously again: "Why did they pursue this 'Zoya'?"

"It is said to be related to the 'fallen creator' they believe in."

Derrick gritted his teeth and raised his hand, like a student full of confidence because of doubts about the answer in his heart: "If it is a skylark, there is a description in our Silver City legend, but there is only one little bit."

"Magician" Fors is very interested in the place where the "sun" is. After all, that kind of environment is simply the best source of inspiration for the story. As for whether to write it or not, that is another matter: "That legend tells What?"

"The Almighty Lord met the first skylark. It marveled at the Lord's mercy, and took it to represent the olive branch of peace, allowing the Lord to calm the disasters on the earth; the second skylark surrendered to the Lord's power, and took it to represent the danger of danger The thorns, let the Lord listen to the lamentation of those who cannot, and not forget the suffering of all beings crying; the third skylark praised the glory of the Lord, and held a wreath representing happiness. Thousands of sufferers, how can they be alone?' The third skylark was moved by this and stayed by the Lord's side, listening to the Lord's holy words, singing the Lord's hymns, and witnessing every moment when the Lord spread the gospel to the world..."

This is a very typical religious story. Klein pondered silently. From this story, he could infer that Lark and the Creator of the City of Silver seem to have a very close relationship.In other words, the name "Zoya" that Esther wants to track down has a high probability of being the skylark in the story, but I don't know which one it is, or are all three of them?

The "magician" nodded secretly. If the characters in the story were replaced by a savior and his mortal confidant, it seemed to make sense. In the end, they wandered around the world in love and love. This story can barely make up a happy life together What a happy ending.

"Justice" sighed silently. Judging from the end of the story, the third little skylark remained, but then the Creator of the City of Silver fell...

"The Hanged Man" didn't think too much, just guessed what "the world" could do with this news.If this story had been told from the mouth of The Fool, his imagination would probably be more twists and turns than the sum of other people's thoughts.

After Derrick finished telling the story, he paused for two seconds: "Other than that, there isn't much news, at least this is all I remember. Even in the historical records of our City of Silver, there is no city-state that believes in 'Skylark' at all. , this image appears only in a very small number of murals of the Lord.”

"World" nodded: "I see, thank you for sharing."

Derrick scratched his hair embarrassingly: "This is a fairy tale that everyone in the City of Silver knows, so it's not a secret, but we...we've never seen what a skylark looks like."

In the end, he couldn't hide the loss and sadness in his words. He was just thinking about the news that the City of Silver had lost its Lord after so many years, and could only continue to struggle for survival in the dark night without dawn.

-

Derrick's eyes retreated from the gray mist and sank into the darkness of the room again. He kept his posture vigilantly for a few seconds, and when he realized that nothing had happened, he sighed and relaxed, and muttered softly, "Skylark... ..."

His sigh was silent in the air for a moment, just when Derrick was close to the metal wall, wanting to tap the signal with his fingers to call out the former captain's words, before he could make a sound with his knuckles, an old and vague voice came from He passed it behind his back:
"Are you looking for Skylark too..."

Derrick's whole body was stiff, and he turned his whole body little by little in a defensive posture. The room was still pitch black, so Derrick used the ability of "Prayer for Light" to turn his eyes into light sources, and finally he was able to see clearly. The black shadow sitting quietly beside the bed.

This is a naked, wounded monster. Its head is separated from the left and right, and it is split in two from the bridge of the nose upwards. The gray-white brain is wriggling and trying to put itself back together. Filaments came out, but they squirmed upwards in an unreasonable way.The two eyes are far apart, protruding to the sides, like a goldfish with bulging eyes and a swollen head.

The corner of the left half of its mouth and the countless old wounds cracked open as if it was smiling, pulling out an upward arc: "Look, am I normal..."

Derrick's defense was entirely based on the fighting instinct of these years. He raised his clenched hands to his chin, and put on a posture as if he was praying. A violent light beam wrapped in flames fell from the roof and shone on the monster's face. body.

The room suddenly became brighter, but soon the holy beam became thicker, so brilliant that Derrick couldn't help but want to close his eyes.

In the brilliant beam of light, a human figure without facial features was separated, it suddenly pounced on the monster, causing the monster to open its mouth wide, and the slit on its body also turned outward, as if it was screaming pitifully.

But Derrick didn't hear anything, until the monster collapsed and melted under the power of the light man, and before it almost disappeared completely, a phantom emerged from the place where the monster had just stood:
Wearing a black classic robe and a soft peaked hat, this person has the appearance of a young man, with black eyes and curly hair hanging in the shadow of the brim of the hat, a wide forehead and a thin face, and a single crystal sculpture on his face. glasses.

At the same time, the light man exploded, Derrick's eyes were only white, and when his vision recovered from the dazzling light, he found that he was already standing outside the corridor.

The chief "demon hunter" of the City of Silver, Colin Iliad, was standing in front of Derrick. After asking Derrick what happened and what he did, Colin didn't say anything, just Inform Derrick that his condition has stabilized and he can go back.

Derrick took a breath quietly. He walked quickly along the aisle towards the exit, passing by the guards who came one after another. In his heart, besides the joy of surviving, he was also at a loss for the scene just now.

However, based on the known information and the conversation with the chief, Derrick can confirm that the person just now is the legendary "blasphemer" Amon!The reason for his abnormal appearance is most likely because he just participated in the Tarot Club and was dragged into a gray fog!
Derrick thought as he walked, feeling that it was necessary to report this matter to The Fool.

Outwardly he was unchanged, walking home at a normal pace.After closing the door, Derrick observed his surroundings for a while, but did not notice anything unusual, and then sat on the edge of the bed and began to chant in a low voice: "A fool who does not belong to this era, you are the mysterious master above the gray mist, you are The Yellow and Black King of Good Luck. I just had a horrible experience..."

After telling The Fool what happened and his guess, Derrick breathed a sigh of relief.This time he relaxed, a strong sense of exhaustion made him lie down on the bed, and soon fell asleep.

From time to time, a bolt of lightning cut through the darkness outside the window, illuminating the ground for a moment and then disappearing. The room with candles was dim and quiet, only the sound of Derrick's breathing.

In a deep sleep, Derrick's right index finger suddenly flicked, but he didn't notice it.

This finger drew a circle on the bed, and tapped on the center of the circle again and again, as if thinking about something leisurely.