Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

In the evening, Alexander knocked on Esther's door, which interrupted Esther's meditation. She was hesitating whether to write a letter to Klein.

Maybe we should wait until tonight's full moon passes smoothly.

Esther opened the door: "What's wrong?"

Alexander gestured for her to follow: "It's not safe for you to stay here tonight. I specially asked Aaron to tidy up the room next to the captain's cabin."

Esther followed Alexander: "Next to the captain's cabin?"

"Toma's proposal, he seemed to wish that Aaron would be unlucky, but Aaron didn't refuse. You know, he is very determined about his 'lucky'..." Alexander chuckled twice, and he also felt that the two people were not interested in this. Serious behavior is childish.

"You should have made corresponding preparations, right?"

"Yes, considering the situation of losing control, I have arranged some corresponding sealing means in the room next door, at least you will not affect the entire 'Clover'. I also prepared two rods with a sleeping effect Scented candles made from extraordinary materials that soothe spirits.”

Esther nodded: "I understand. I probably don't have any other needs. I just need to stay in there for one night."

Alexander glanced at Esther worriedly and said nothing more.

Thomas stood outside the door of the captain's cabin, while Aaron leaned against the door frame. The expressions of both of them looked quite subtle, but Esther still said hello to them when she passed by.

Thomas just nodded coldly, and Aaron told Esther with a serious face: "You can shout to me for help. At least I have a spell to force you to sleep."

Esther didn't think that kind of thing would be useful. She had never been pulled into a dream before when she was on a mission in Tingen, but Esther still smiled at Aaron: "Thank you for your kindness, if that kind of thing The mumbling is too painful, and I probably won't have the chance to ask you for help."

Then, without saying anything more to the two of them, she walked into the room where Alexander had just opened the door.

"Do you need me to use the princess to set up a spiritual wall here?" Alexander asked specifically before closing the door.

"Thank you. No need for now. I can tell the Clover directly later."

Alexander shook his head: "I have forgotten this, then I will close the door."

"OK."

After Alexander left, Esther turned around and looked at the room. She couldn't comment on the floor, walls and ceiling that were covered with a layer of steel. She could see some occult symbols carved into the seams of the iron.

The floor was covered with a layer of rough woolen fabric to prevent Esther from making a sound with every step she took. The room was not large, just a soft couch with armrests, a pile of blankets on top, and a soft cushion for sitting and meditating.

There were several books and two candles piled next to the sofa, placed directly on the carpet, obviously for Esther to read for leisure.

There were no windows in the room, and a lantern hung on the wall provided a stable light source.

Esther guessed that this was originally used by Aaron to store things. It was not as dangerous as the collection room, but the hidden compartments in his room could no longer fit, so ordinary documents or treasure boxes that took up more space were stuffed here.

Esther sat cross-legged on the couch. A few light spots scattered from above her head and floated into the wall. At the same time, the "Clover" took the initiative to raise a green light curtain in the room, isolating the inside from the outside. .

"The next step is to wait..." Esther sighed, closed her eyes and fell back on the back of the sofa, letting her body sink softly into it.

——

The whispering in his ears suddenly became clearer, as if there was only a wall between the man asking for help and Esther.

Esther's "spiritual intuition" was suddenly touched. She closed her eyes and outlined the image of the light ball in her mind through meditation. Soon, Esther's consciousness sank into a silent darkness, leaving only that There were constant calls for help.

Suddenly, something lit up in the darkness. It is not accurate to say that it "brightened". Esther seemed to have just glimpsed the existence of those eyes. In the blue eyes, there were shadows layered like ripples, like Endless overlapping doors.

But a bright red curtain blocked the eyes, covering them tightly, covering those extremely cold blue eyes.

Esther could feel that she was still sitting on the sofa, wrapped in a soft and warm blanket, but her consciousness transcended time, space and any barriers and touched the place where these eyes were.

"Help me, please help me..." Such voices were still echoing, and after using Hermetic language, they changed to Gufusac language.

So Esther also asked in ancient Fussac: "Are you calling for help?"

The voice suddenly stopped, and when he spoke again, there was an emotion of surprise and curiosity, but Esther could clearly see that there was no emotion in those eyes. The other party also answered her in ancient Fusac language:

"Yes, it was me who was calling for help, and finally someone answered me..."

"Who are you anyway?"

The voice was silent for two seconds before responding to her: "You can call me 'Mr. Door', madam."

Esther recited the name silently, but did not find any clues in her memory. She could only continue to ask: "Why did you call for help?"

"I'm trapped here. In this endless storm and darkness, I've been trapped for so long that I almost forgot what the outside world is like."

Esther suddenly had the impression that she had seen two of Russell's diaries in Tingen Old Neil's house very early on. Russell wrote above that he once found a "poor guy trapped in a storm, lost in the depths of darkness". Only at every full moon could his cry get a little closer to the real world!

Is this the poor guy trapped? But where is he? The sound of storm and darkness at first made Esther suspect that the other party's location might be a place abandoned by God, but the strange crimson color blocking those eyes made Esther subconsciously deny this guess.

No, he should be somewhere else.

"Mr. Men, I shouldn't be the only one who has responded to your calls for help over the years, right?" Esther just had a guess. With Emperor Russell's no-holds-barred character, it was impossible for him to give up communicating with this person after just one contact. Strange "Mr. Door".

This time, the voice was silent for a longer time, and he let out a sad sigh: "Alas... As you said, no one succeeded in rescuing me. In the end, they all left me alone to continue calling for help."

Esther thought for a few seconds and asked him: "But where are you trapped?"

"I don't know. I was expelled by their power and have been away from my hometown for too long. I really want to go back. I really want to return to the world I am familiar with."

His voice was anxious and sad. Just hearing such a pain-filled voice, no one would think it was false.

But Esther could see those cold and ruthless eyes, surrounded by crimson, existing in her perception.

The voice begged again, seeming to hear Esther's slightly softer tone: "Please, I need to go back to my family. I don't know how many years have passed since I was expelled, but I know that I My family is still alive, I should still have family members alive, I must go back and see them..."

Esther remained silent.

The voice had no choice but to change the direction of its plea: "I can exchange everything with you, the historical secrets I know, the treasures of the Tudor Empire, the many lost relics in the spiritual world, and even the truth about mysticism and the extraordinary world!"

Esther's breathing stagnated, and she instantly raised the opponent's danger level to the level of a true god in her mind.

This knowledge is enough to destroy anyone. The more secretive the occult knowledge is, the greater the harm it causes to ordinary people. Most extraordinary people who have gone through formal studies know this. Where does this person get the confidence to think that she is strong enough to withstand these things?

"I'm far from being able to understand this, Mr. Men, you seem to have some misunderstanding about me."

The voice chuckled twice and replied to her: "No, I am very sure that you are enough to accept these things. You can already communicate with me peacefully, right? I can detect something special about you, young man. Miss."

Before Esther spoke, he continued: "If you want, I will even guide you on how to get rid of your imprisonment, but only if you free me. I can only help you when I return to the real world. ."

"What's the name of the family you're talking about? Maybe I can go check on their situation for you." Esther said, trying to change the subject. She ignored the conditions thrown by the other party and didn't want to pay attention to his deliberate temptation.

"I can't tell you! If you want to murder them, I have no way to protect them. You just need to rescue me. Please, I will definitely give you a reward far beyond your imagination. I know what you desire!"

Esther didn't pay attention to the over-emphasis on "desire" in the other person's words. Her "spiritual intuition" suddenly aroused, and sudden inspiration came to her mind. That was the last name I heard mentioned by Miss "Magician" in a Tarot meeting, and Esther asked about it casually:

"Is it the Abraham family?"

When she asked this question, the red curtain in front of her blue eyes twisted for a moment.

What kind of look is that? The overlapping eyes of the phantom door are filled with extremely complicated emotions, showing madness and pain, as well as despair and mourning, which are far more genuine than the previous words for help.

Esther's feelings were almost connected to the other person's. Her heart was clenched by the collapsed eyes, and her breathing even became rapid.

The voices that came this time were more frantic than the previous calls for help, and each voice was full of regret: "Don't save me! Don't try to save me! Never save me -"

The voice stopped abruptly.

Esther couldn't help calling softly: "Mr. Abraham?"

In her perception, crimson light suddenly brightened, and the gauze covering the blue eyes came down again, covering it layer by layer.

"Don't save me..."

The conversation ended with this slight murmur at the end.

Everything in Esther's perception disappeared, the crimson curtain, the eyes of the overlapping doors, and the voice that simultaneously issued a plea for help and rejection.

Esther opened her eyes, and the dizzying sense of dislocation still remained. She simply fell down on the sofa and quietly recalled the previous conversation.

As the night of the full moon passed, this raving that had negative effects and was enough to destroy many people came to an end.