Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

The three people left the cargo ship. This was not a suitable time to be disturbed. The punishers wanted to say a final farewell to their dead colleague, then collect his belongings and clean up the scene.

Klein picked up his cane and noticed that Old Neil was still covering his left hand. He asked with concern: "Mr. Neil, are you injured?"

"Hey, it was only hit by flying fragments. I would have been able to avoid it when I was younger. Fortunately, it was just a small problem."

He slightly let go of his right hand, allowing the two of them to see the small wound on the back of his left palm that was still bleeding.

Esther blinked: "Fortunately, eating, playing the piano, etc. will not be affected, but I'll take some medicine when I get back."

Old Neil laughed: "Can Esther still play the piano?"

"I only know a little bit, and I may have almost forgotten it." Esther also smiled sheepishly.

Klein also remembered something: "I remember Mr. Neil also has a piano at home."

"Yes, it's my late wife... If there is a chance, Esther can come and play. I don't know those instruments, so I can't learn them."

Klein talked about Old Neil's calm reaction just now. When the two heard Old Neil talk about his dangerous experience when he was a night watcher, they couldn't help but feel the thrill of it.

Back in front of the Dragon Bar, the three of them parted ways. Old Neil took Esther back to the Blackthorn Security Company, while Klein went back to his home on Daffodil Street.

But Klein was still thinking about the guard's description of what Admissor said when he went crazy. The situation was urgent at that time. He noticed Admissor's quite normal demeanor when he stayed next to Esther. Although Admissor When I saw Klein, I immediately covered my eyes out of instinct.

But his behavior was so normal that it made Klein suspicious.

On Sunday afternoon, after Klein made up for his sleep while guarding Chanis Gate last night, he took the public carriage to the Dragon Bar again. This time, Klein did not go to the company to call Esther. He wanted to see Admissor alone and ask him what he had seen before.

After passing through the billiard room and stepping into the underground trading market again, Klein directly saw Admissor in the corner where he spent most time.

Although Admisor's shirt is still so old and he is wearing patched coarse trousers, it is much neater and cleaner than last time. He is sitting quietly on the bench, holding a book and reading, occasionally speaking Say two word sounds.

Is he studying? He was actually reading with reason!

Klein rubbed his eyes and stared at Admissor dumbfounded. He seemed to notice that someone was watching him. Admissor raised his head and looked over. The moment he saw Klein's appearance clearly, Admissor's book was placed in front of his face, blocking the line of sight between the two. This allowed Klein to clearly see the cover of the book. It was a book. This children's book.

Admissor quickly put the book down again, staring at the book with a pale face, never daring to look up again.

Klein approached Admissor's direction, tapped his left teeth twice, and checked Admissor's aura through his spiritual vision. What surprised Klein was that the outer layer of Admissor's aura was wrapped in a very light golden light, like a pure and warm cocoon, enveloping his entire body.

Admissor's physical health is still relatively weak, and the emotional color inside shows obvious tension and fear, but there is also a blue color of rational thinking that is constantly radiating. A faint transparent thread extends from the astral body that should be hidden inside, penetrating the etheric body and combining with the external light cocoon. It carries pure light from the deepest part, forming a strange cycle with the light cocoon. Finally, it is reintroduced into the body of Admisor's star spirit.

Klein twitched the corner of his mouth. This was almost like parasitism. Would Admissor really not be eaten by that light cocoon?

Admissor never raised his head, fearful of Klein's approaching footsteps. He closed the book suddenly and asked in a low voice: "Please, what can I do for you?"

Klein turned off his spiritual vision and asked directly: "What have you seen recently? When I came here last time, I heard that you were hiding in the corner and said they were all dead and all corpses?"

Admissor bit his lower lip nervously, and the fingers that were picking at the edge of the book gradually turned white. He was trying to fight the urge to escape: "I had a dream, and in the dream the whole Tingen was covered in blood. There were dead people everywhere, and I was dead too! Everyone was dead.”

Admissor's Adam's apple twitched: "Then, then the light came, and she gave me peace and calm, allowing me to wake up from that nightmare. She talked about chaos and guardianship, saying that fate can be changed, And... 'Everyone dies, including me.'"

Klein's pupils dilated in shock, because that was a sentence written in the real Klein's diary, foretelling that he would pull the trigger against his temple and summon death.

How could Esther know? Is it a coincidence?

Could there be such a coincidence?

"What else did she say?"

Admissor quickly glanced at Klein's expression and immediately lowered his head: "Later, you guys came and she left with you, but she stayed with me through my light and kept helping me, even Teaching me.”

Klein looked at the fairy tale book in Admissor's hand: "So the light was telling you a story just now?"

"Yes, just say that there is a saying from the teachings of our ancestors, 'knowledge is power'."

The corner of Klein's eye twitched. He was not sure whether the "light theory" came from the consciousness of the fellow villagers, or because Emperor Russell had left many "golden words" in this world. He rubbed his temples. There were too many things to consider. The identity of the fellow villager was becoming more and more suspicious. When he went home later, he would have to go to the gray fog to do a series of divination.

"Why are you so afraid of me?"

After hearing this question, Admissor shivered, but with his lanky stature, he couldn't hide anywhere: "I saw something very far away and terrifying, something similar and special to light. It was different. I remember a large area of ​​gray, and there were huge things in the fog, and then..."

Admissor's narration paused. He crossed his arms and trembled, holding the storybook tightly in his arms, as if he might cry at any time.

Klein had no choice but to ask something else: "That light, do you know what it is?"

Admissor suddenly raised his head, but of course he still closed his eyes tightly and looked angrily in the direction of Klein: "I don't know! I don't know anything! Stop talking! Don't ask me!"

His shout was so loud that the people around him couldn't help but cast their gazes. Klein had no choice but to take two steps back to distance himself. He didn't ask any more questions and thought about what to do next.

Maybe you can ask Mr. Azik for advice, or take Esther with you next time you visit him? It's best not to, if Esther notices Mr. Azik's specialness and becomes hostile, it will be bad for the two of them to fight. However, what Admissor sees can be reported to the captain so that everyone can be alert. If someone notices something strange, Tingen might be able to be saved.

Esther, no, what is the situation in Li Xing? "Light" is the extraordinary power parasitic in her hair? Is that also a sealed item? Or……

Klein left the Dragon Bar, but he did not take the public carriage directly to Zotland Street. Instead, he went to the Divination Club to earn some extra money according to the schedule planned for today.

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Blackthorn Security Company's living room.

Esther carried two bags of cupcakes and a paper bag in her arms, and walked in happily from outside: "I passed by that pastry shop and saw that they had new products!"

After seeing Leonard sitting behind the reception desk, her enthusiasm faded by half: "Hey, where's Roxanne? I brought back the raisin cookies she asked me to bring for her."

"She is discussing shift changes with Brett down below. The Backlund Symphony Orchestra is coming to Tingen next week, and she made an appointment with a few ladies from the same block to go together." Leonard noticed Esther's hands He immediately couldn't sit still. After taking the paper bag from Esther diligently, he started rummaging inside.

"Leonard! I told you that cookie was for Roxanne!"

"But among the Baking Bees, raisin cookies are the most delicious—it hurts!" Leonard held a piece of cookie in his mouth, rubbing his battered ribs and ducked to the side, "How can you be so agile! I can't help but feel the pain!" Failed to escape!?”

Esther snorted: "You are too slow!"

"I will hide away one day!" Leonard swallowed the cookie vaguely and caught the cupcake that Esther threw at his face. The soft pastry that exuded the aroma of chocolate was still warm, and he smelled it. It tastes quite sweet.

Leonard shook the cupcake in his hand: "Why do you like desserts so much? How about I engrave baking recipes on your epitaph from now on?"

Esther also bit into a piece, letting the taste of chocolate and flour melt in her mouth. This store seemed to have added a lot of butter to it, which made her good mood spread from the tip of her tongue: "That's great! ! I like chocolate the most, please help me engrave the recipe for chocolate brownies!"

Leonard slowed down in eating the cupcake: "Are you serious? I was just telling a joke!"

But Esther nodded more seriously: "Let's do it! Then if someone goes to the cemetery, this recipe may be able to dilute their sadness. The thought of sweet brownies may make them smile a little."

Leonard glared at her helplessly: "Don't say that kind of thing so freely, it's not a good thing."

Esther smiled proudly and took a big bite of the cup cake in her hand, making her cheeks swell slightly because of the food: "This idea is obviously great!"

"Don't you still want to give these things to them? Take them down." Leonard waved to the other cupcakes.

Esther carried the other cupcakes down and left the raisin cookies on the reception table. The sweet fragrance floating in the air gradually faded as she walked down the steps.

Leonard took another raisin cookie and squeezed it into his hands, his expression a little depressed.

"Old man, she couldn't have meant what she said just now, right? It always makes me feel uneasy that Esther would talk about this kind of topic."

There was no response. The old voice didn't even bother to answer Leonard's words. Instead, when Leonard took a big bite of the raisin cookie, it stole all the taste.

"Old man!!" Leonard lowered his voice and shouted depressedly.

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