Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

"Hahaha... a wild 'thief'? That's as rare as a gambler who is willing to admit that he is cheating! Not to mention you are a demigod." Barnabas pointed at Esther with the gnawed wooden stick. , looking as if he was pointing a gun at her.

Esther didn't pay attention to his malicious actions: "What's wrong with the demigod?"

"The 'thief' path is very, very hidden. The higher you advance, the more closely your extraordinary characteristics are controlled, making it almost difficult to obtain formulas or extraordinary materials from the outside world. Real wild 'thiefs' often cannot wait until they are promoted to demigods. You will become a member of the Amon family."

"The law of aggregation of extraordinary characteristics. After all, Amon is a very bad king of angels, and he has no taboos."

Barnabas raised his eyebrows: "You know a lot, and you have the 'Hermits of Destiny' behind you, right? This is very similar to the evaluation that group of people would give."

"So," Esther replied with a chuckle. Although she would not go to the first meeting until June, there was no need for Barnabas to know about this.

Barnabas continued to eat the barbecue in his hand and said nothing for a while, while Esther turned her eyes to the waves with a gentle expression.

After swallowing the sausage on the last wooden stick, Barnabas stuck the wooden stick next to him and poured wine on it.

He snapped his fingers, and the wooden stick dipped in wine beside him immediately burst into flames, providing both a good source of light and heat on the dark beach.

Esther was a little surprised: "Are you always like this?"

"What?"

"I can plan everything, from big battles and deductions to small life ideas."

Esther felt a little weird. Although she could also use her brain, it was mostly just when she had something to face. She is still a relatively casual person in nature. If she can, she is willing to live a peaceful but busy life and let life revolve around small blessings and misfortunes.

If everything had to be calculated and deduced, it would be too tiring for Esther, so she always tried to act according to her thoughts and let nature take its course, instead of doing her best after weighing, deliberation and planning. Make use of everything around you.

Barnabas glanced at Esther in a funny way: "In the face of absolute strength, the use of scheming is pitifully small. Having your backpack taken away by you is a ready example."

After a pause, he added: "But I realized that if you want to kill me, just parasitize someone directly and then use air bullets to attack me."

Esther looked at Barnabas doubtfully: "You seem to be quite familiar with the range of abilities of the 'parasite'."

Barnabas warmed his hands by the fire and snapped his fingers twice in the air:

"Sequence Five, 'Dream Stealer', has to make corresponding actions when stealing other people's ideas, but you did not start snapping your fingers at that time. This action will occupy your hand activities, and it is easy for you to initiate stealing gestures. Delay.

"You later stole two of my extraordinary abilities, so I can directly determine that you are a Sequence 4 'parasite' and know that you can retain your abilities for two hours. We have dealt with 'thieves' because there are no low-level There is a conflict at different levels, so we can barely live in peace.”

Esther heard that the "we" referred to the forces of the Secret Order, not Barnabas himself: "What about further up?"

"You don't know? It's a pity that I don't know either." Barnabas smiled quite unsatisfactorily, "Because 'parasites' need to be extra vigilant, so that relevant information can be distributed to marginalized people like me. Otherwise, I With the authority, the most I know is that the 'Dream Stealer' can steal people's thoughts."

"How can you be a marginalized person with your mind?" Esther was genuinely confused about this. Although the contact time was not long, she was quite impressed by Barnabas, including his scheming that was completely different from his superficial behavior. .

Banabei pretended to be cool and flipped up his black hair with bangs: "Maybe it's because I'm too smart and handsome, so they are jealous of me."

Esther decided to take back what she just said as a compliment. This man is just a monkey. He can crawl along if given a stick, which makes people want to punch him down.

She had to bring the topic back to its original purpose, and could no longer be distracted by Barnabas:

"I want to know how much you know about the history of the Third Age or even the Second Age. This is what I want to know. I don't care where you learned it from. I can judge the truth for myself."

Banabei stared at the fire and thought for a moment, then raised his head and pointed to the sea, which is the direction to the east: "I can't answer you in vain, do you know what that weird sea area is?"

"I know, the ruins of the war between gods." Esther's eyes were slightly dark, "The place where the gods fell. The pollution caused by the divine power cannot be dispelled by the world, and a more distant continent is cut off, which is also left by the gods. seal."

Banabei's eyes gradually widened: "Is it so exciting? Forget it, I'll go find those mermaids who are followers of the Night Goddess..."

"I thought your organization would choose to raise its own mermaids." Esther began to gently rock the hammock again. She liked the floating feeling like a swing.

"I went to sea to get promoted without telling others. I don't want to stay under their eyes all the time. They look at me like they are looking at a goose that is getting fat day by day." Banabei turned the empty wine bottle upside down and shook it twice. Next, the last bit of alcohol dripped from the mouth of the bottle, making the flames burn even brighter.

He tapped his forehead with the empty wine bottle and pointed out a regular rhythm: "I originally thought the risk in that sea area was limited, but if it is really the ruins of the God War, then forget it, my friend can't count on it."

But the corners of Esther's mouth slowly raised. She rummaged through her bag, took out the silver Holy Emblem of the Night, and showed it to Barnabas:

"Then why not let him take you to find the mermaid of the Night Believer?"

"Are you a member of the Church of the Night?" Barnabas' eyes widened. His guesses about Esther's identity always seemed to fail. "I thought you were a member of some evil organization. The red cloak on your body was so weird. Scary.”

This person's thinking is a bit too sharp, and his style of words and deeds is too arrogant. Where did he get his friends? Are the friends he said are his enemies?

Facing Esther's suspicious eyes, Banabei immediately explained: "When I turn on my spiritual vision, I can see a shadow crawling on your cloak. It's like a living thing. It's very scary."

"It's just a gift from the elders." Esther tugged at the edge of the red cloak twice.

"Then your elders must be very scary, just like my elders."

Esther smiled and shook her head: "That's probably because my elders are special."

Barnabas raised a finger and shook it at Esther: "Vanity and comparison, woman, pride is the original sin."

"Did anyone ever say you were good for a beating?"

"Why else would I be marginalized?"

Esther looked at Barnabas with more and more complex eyes: "I thought this was just your... tendency to act."

"It's rare to travel far away. I want to take a good rest as 'myself'." Banabei straightened his back, stretched, fell back, and lay directly on the beach. He laughed heartily, "Who do you think? They don’t treat themselves well.”

Esther didn't speak for a while, just playing with the Holy Emblem of Darkness, and her mood to end these things became more and more intense.

Banabei suddenly sat up again: "Can you really help? Then I'll contact her right now!"

"I can't be considered a believer of the goddess of the night, but we can give it a try." Esther did not finish her sentence.

Barnabas didn't care about this: "It doesn't matter, I can divine the result of my plan to find the mermaid, and the God of Luck may bless the outcome of my divination."

Esther's eyes wandered for a moment: "Where did the idea of ​​the God of Luck come from? What's the point? I've never heard of this god's name."

"No, I made it up." Banabei admitted frankly. "This statement can stop the mouths of those gamblers very well on the card table, but in the casino and the card table, the red-eyed Very few people are devout believers."

Esther stared at Barnabas with strange eyes for several seconds before speaking: "I want to go to Olavi Island first. My... friends, we want to go there."

"Why did you hesitate when I said 'friends'?"

Hearing Barnabas' obviously malicious question, Esther said expressionlessly: "Because they can also be regarded as my followers."

Banabei's expression was suddenly full of interest: "Oh? Are you still some kind of god or angel? Say it and let me laugh."

It was obvious that he thought Esther had used means such as "fraud" and said something to the other two people to deceive them to gain more benefits.

This is in line with the behavior of a "thief", and Barnabas' thoughts are in line with the conventional impression. He sincerely wants to hear how Esther deceives people, and he has the mentality of watching a show.

But his reaction made Esther even more unhappy: "Why has it become a joke!?"

"If you are really an angel, how can I have a chance to fight back? You should also be able to notice the abnormality in me immediately."

Esther's face calmed down again: "So, you do have a way to detonate the entire 'Jianhai Hotel'. My hunch at the time was not wrong."

Banabei tugged the corners of his mouth vigorously, and showed that exaggerated smile again, feeling both happy and sad: "When my body starts to lose its vitality, my spirit body will explode on the spot. How about it? Isn’t it great?”

Esther stared at him, and the two didn't speak for a long time.

Banabei spread his arms again and lay on the beach in front of the hammock in a "big" shape: "You are very rigid. Shouldn't you laugh with me at this time?"

"I don't think it's funny," Esther said softly, "and you're sad, I feel it."

"How is it possible? I'm so good now," Banabei spread his hands toward the sky, "Can't you see how happy I am smiling?"