Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

"Since you know that 'Grand Thief Dark Emperor', you can help me bring half of the money to him, it's all for you anyway."

"Give, give me?" Klein couldn't sit still for a moment. Although the amount of gold pounds on the table was far less than 2000, the bundles of ten-pound banknotes would add up to more than [-]. .

It's not normal for pies to fall from the sky, and Klein wouldn't be directly knocked out by the money: "I can't take it! It's too much!"

Esther picked up the teacup with a smile: "It's not for you, I'm asking you to help me order extraordinary weapons. There are more choices when there are sufficient funds, and it's more convenient for you to keep them than to let me. At this point in time, I dare not go to the bank Saving so much money, after all, I don’t even have an ID, so it’s even more inappropriate to bring so much cash back to the Eastern District.”

"Are you still going to give half to the 'Dark Emperor'?"

"If you don't know him, I won't care about this, but after all, he was the main force who came out last night, so you should thank him well?" Esther waved her hand, "I'll leave it to you!"

Now that we've talked about it, Klein won't make things difficult for money: "Okay, then I'll hand it over to him for you, and maybe I can use this to ask him to communicate with you about finding weapons for you."

For example, let the "world" buy a circle at the Tarot Club.

"By the way, I did collect some information before, and I didn't have time to tell you before. This seems to be a fairy tale handed down from the third era..."

After listening to Klein's retelling of the story of "The Creator" and "The Skylark", Esther was silent for a long time. She didn't have any impression of the thorn ring, the olive ring, and the wreath, but when she thought that she had given Tingen the night watch The volunteers made bracelets to sense their condition, and Esther felt a little uneasy.

But when the "creator" rejected the "garland", a figure suddenly appeared in Esther's mind:
It was a tall man with a cross hanging on his chest. The black clergyman's robe was quite low-key, and the roots of his jet-black hair showed the golden luster of the sun. He stood in front of another tall cross, but his face was always blurred and unreal when he turned his head.

Can't see clearly, can't remember.

She had clearly seen him in a dream, but the more she recalled, the more she got a headache. Esther shook her head, trying to get rid of the dizziness in her mind.

Perhaps it was because of her complexion, Klein couldn't help asking, "Are you okay? If you're really uncomfortable, don't force yourself to recall, we can continue to collect more information."

"Well, maybe I have to go back and take a rest... Thank you very much for telling me this story, it should echo some of the history that happened in reality."

Klein nodded: "I just happened to be going to the East District to do some business, do you want me to take you back?"

But Esther declined his kindness: "It would be too eye-catching if we walked together, Mr. Detective. I'll go first."

"Alright. By the way, I can give you back that 'obsessive-compulsive disorder bow tie'. I've researched it. In addition to the uses you discovered before, it also has the effect of 'keeping secrets'. When you look at the target, you can use it." The other party acts according to their own instructions. If an area is imprisoned, it will form a 'confinement', which can resist attacks from the outside and restrict objects in the area from leaving."

Esther nodded thoughtfully: "It has to be you! Thank you, I finally know its full capabilities."

After Klein came down from upstairs with a bow tie, Esther told him again:

"I'm going to change my residence to the Bridge District to improve the living environment. In the past so long, the memory of the people on Lily of the Valley Street is about to disappear, and even if there is a high probability, they will never remember me again."

Having said that, she looked at Klein curiously: "Why do you still remember me?"

"I also want to know, maybe it's because we don't belong to this world?" Klein proposed one of his previous ideas.

"It makes sense!" Esther smiled immediately, "It feels really good to be remembered."

Klein's eyes dimmed for a moment: "I said I would remember you, but luckily I didn't break my promise."

Esther waved her hand, turned and stepped out the door.

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St. George's District.

The headquarters of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery in Backlund, St. Hirland's Church, the underground detention room.

Galwin's right eye was covered with a black cloth, covering the shriveled eyeball that had lost all energy.

He sat with his head down on the corner of the cold stone bed, his simple gray half-sleeved gown didn't even reach his knees, and there were bracelets engraved with many symbols on his limbs.The original brilliant blond hair was sticking together in pieces, clinging to Galwin's forehead, and the short beard that hadn't been shaved for several days covered his young and handsome face, making him look ten years older.

But there was still a sparkle in his amber eyes, and he was humming an inflected song that took a lot of effort to make out as "Birch Forest."

Galwin kept thinking that this might be the end of his loathed life.

He has experienced various tortures in the hands of the mechanical heart, and now they have begun to prepare for the experiment to check the limit of the ability of the "spectator" sequence on Galwin.

However, what made him feel disappointed was that he never got any news about "Luna Duboa", which should be a fake name.

The little sheep with a pseudonym showed its wolf teeth under the skin, and after it ran away from his hand, no one seemed to pay attention to her anymore.

Yesterday, when Galwin asked the Mechanical Heart team member who checked him if he had caught the residents of [-], that person didn't say anything, but Galwin still caught doubt in his eyes——

The other party thought he was crazy and was imagining someone who didn't exist to get rid of the crime.

It’s weird.

Galwin blinked the surviving eye in the dark, and noticed that the appearance of the little sheep in his mind was becoming hazy. He only remembered her music, singing, and gentle cinnamon blond hair.

But he remembered the black, human-like crow, with its malevolent claws.

Galwin touched the black cloth over his right eye.

The door of the cell opened suddenly, and after narrowing his eyes briefly under the strong light, the person who walked in naturally attracted Galwin's attention.

This is a man with brows that are as rigid and square as his facial features. He exudes an inexplicable majesty that makes people bow their heads. He is wearing a military uniform, his black hair is combed back obediently, and sticks to the top of his head. At first glance, he is only in his forties. At a young age, there are knife-like hanging needle lines between her eyebrows.

"Galvin Leples?"

Galvin didn't speak. The oppression from the man's extraordinary ability was of little use to him. To detach himself from perception to achieve objectivity, and to be able to watch and deconstruct his own emotions is what every "audience" will learn ability.

This man didn't care, the task he received was to take away this wild Extraordinary and transfer him to the military.

"Because you may be related to the Intis spy case, we will take over the follow-up investigation of you by the 'Mechanical Heart'."

On steam, these people can't even make up an excuse, can they?

Galwin really wanted to laugh, and wanted to laugh at such a stupid excuse. Ambassador Intis was assassinated by the Aurora Society a month ago. Could it be that the Loen officials couldn't find out what should be investigated?

What does it have to do with him as a down-and-out foreign student!
Galwin shook his head, but stood up from the foot of the bed honestly: "You can say whatever you want, sir. It's just that I can't say those things that you can't say, even if you force me to lose control, I can't say it. This is beyond my control."

The man snorted coldly and didn't say anything, probably someone had told him the sequence information and personality of this "suspect", and he didn't intend to have any redundant verbal communication with Galwin.

In front of the "audience", all intentional or unintentional expressions, from language to body movements, are exposing information about oneself.

Even though he was blind in one eye, Galvin's indifferent gaze made the man sick to his stomach.

The moment he walked under the smog of Backlund and felt the thin afternoon sun, Galwin couldn't help rubbing his arms, he always felt an inexplicable chill.

It was not the cold wind from the end of October to the beginning of November, but something else, more dangerous, that touched his inspiration.

There were only two people in the carriage, Galwin and that man, but Galwin did not take off the alchemy product from the mechanical heart in his hand. With these bracelets on his body, as long as someone reads the corresponding ancient Hermetic language, they will be imprisoned immediately. restrain his actions or impose penalties.

Galwin didn't know where he would be taken, and he didn't care. When things got bad enough, people who had given up hope would naturally become numb.

He stared at his hands, and subconsciously began to hum the song "Birch Forest" that Mr. Teacher heard from the evil god.

However, the strange thing is that the man on the opposite side looked out of the window with a cold face and did not respond to this.

Until another voice sounded in the carriage: "Hello, Galvin Leples."

Galwin turned his head sideways in surprise, and found that there was a third person sitting in the carriage all the time, right beside him.And the man from the military on the opposite side still didn't make any movement, as if he couldn't see the man who appeared suddenly.

No, maybe he didn't appear suddenly, but just sat here?
This man looked like an ordinary priest passing by, with a pale golden beard covering half of his face, wearing a plain white robe, and a cross pendant embedded in half of an olive branch hanging on his chest.

What disturbed Galwin the most was his eyes, those same golden eyes were clear and pure, revealing the look that should belong to a baby in the cradle, and absolutely should not appear on an adult male.

The priest smiled, as if about to lead him through a confession: "Do you know the name of this song?"

Just under this smile, the vigilance in Galwin's heart turned into snowflakes falling into the stove, and disappeared. He said softly, "Birch Forest" in the same respectful and obedient tone as when facing the teacher.

"That's right. Who said it was called that?"

"Luna Duboa. The young lady who looks very similar to the legendary elves, and there is a very vicious crow beside her."

There was no fluctuation in the priest's eyes: "Do you remember anything?"

"I also... saw her light, like the light that sprinkled the stars on the world." Calvin showed an obsessed expression, showing all the fluctuations in his heart, "That is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. thing."

The priest's finger landed on the cross, gently covering the evergreen olive branch: "Then you have to remember her, remember that piece of light, Calvin."

Galwin still looked fascinated, but still nodded like sleepwalking, staring blankly at each other.

The priest's smile deepened: "Your destiny is no longer above this age, child. You will become a wanderer, wandering around the earth."

Galwin's eyes widened after these words fell - but his only remaining, intact eye reflected nothing.

There is no one around him.