Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Intis.

Barnabas was sitting on the steam train, staring out the window at the receding scenery with a stern face. He could easily see the hills in the distance that were divided into various villas. The grape trellises on the terraces in Ole Province were just as he remembered. They are arranged neatly in rows, like standing monuments in the dusk.

I don’t know if the taste is similar to what I remember.

He hadn't been back to Ole Province for many years, and the grape juice in his memory had faded, including the people buried six feet under.

They probably did it on purpose. They actually said they wanted to meet here. Who knows what they were doing.

Is life in danger in the Ole department?

Banabei silently recited the words of divination, flicked up a silver coin, and watched it flip and fall, revealing a cluster of fragrant iris flowers on the back of his hand.

Back, negative.

However, such divination results could not completely reassure Banabei. For a sufficiently cautious "divineer", there is an upper limit to the divination results.

If there was no interference, there might be no danger in this meeting. I don't know who will come, whether they are a few acquaintances I know.

Barnabas stuffed the silver coins into the pocket of his tuxedo. His tuxedo had been replaced by a brand new one, but the size was wider than his body shape, and he also wore a dark green bow tie with gold thread. For him, A little too showy.

Barnabas didn't spend a single coin on this suit of clothes that didn't quite fit him. He just won it from someone else through a bet.

He held an unlit cigarette in his hand, turning it slowly while thinking. Only occasionally when someone passed by the aisle, Banabei's hand would tremble slightly.

He can't stay so tight any longer, otherwise he will only reveal his abnormality.

A normal mind... Banabei frowned and squeezed the cigarette tightly.

That old guy has been crazy for so many years. How long can it last for him to fully regain his consciousness this time? Who knows if he might go crazy again. Mr. Fool destroyed that life-threatening restriction for me. Will the old guy find out? It's impossible for him not to notice...

Barnabas couldn't make a choice, running away or going back, either way seemed to lead to destruction.

That was an angel of the "divineer" path, and he had an extremely thin blood relationship with him, but it was still a connection that was enough for the other party to take control of his life, not to mention that Banabei had also Within the secret order, "marks" are left that can be divined.

Unless you experience death, it is difficult to get rid of these things that have established occult connections, at least Barnabas can't do it now.

Now that he has agreed to go back to the Secret Order, he can delay it for a while. This is like a short extension of the inevitable death penalty.

"bored."

Barnabas took out the cigarette box and put away the unlit cigarette. When the train slowly stopped, he sighed heavily and walked towards the entrance and exit of the carriage.

A young man who was only as tall as Banabei's shoulders squeezed through the car door and hit Banabei's shoulder hard. However, because of Banabei's wrong prediction, he staggered and almost lost his balance. .

Barnabei grabbed the young man's wrist with his backhand and lowered his voice: "Idiot, hiding someone's eyes requires not only methods but also brains. You chose the wrong target from the beginning."

Then Banabei slammed the boy's wrist away, and strode to the platform without even looking at the little thief's pale face.

When he looked around the platform, he saw a familiar person: the lady had black curly hair tied loosely behind her head, and there were two small moles at the corners of her mouth. She was wearing a long black lace dress with a pin on her chest. A yellow rose, a wide-brimmed straw hat blocking the light, underneath is a smiling face with heavy makeup and red lips.

Barnabas sighed inwardly and walked forward reluctantly: "Margarita, good afternoon."

The woman sat up from the bench, gently put her hands on Barnaby's shoulders, and pushed him out of the station with a little force: "And you didn't run away, that's great, this is a surprise for you and me. ,boy."

"Damn it, can't you stop using that-"

Banabei's complaints came to an abrupt end, and a strong chill from his spiritual intuition choked all his subsequent words in his throat, almost suffocating him.

"Although not many years have passed, my memory of these years is too vague," Margarita patted Barnabe's shoulder gently with her hand, her tone was still so charming, "You remind me of your great-grandfather. , with exactly the same tone and attitude, he even refused to inherit the family tradition and refused to become a 'divineer'."

Margarita walked up to Barnabas and kept placing her palms on Barnabas' shoulders. She looked at him quietly for a while, carefully looking at Barnabas's eyebrows and outlining some figures in her memories - —Children, teenagers, young people, middle-aged people, the dead who have not aged well.

The smile on Margarita's lips was very charming, quite in line with her appearance and temperament, but it had nothing to do with the words she blurted out: "Not long after he left the family, I fell into madness because of something. Fortunately, there were members According to the mission I left behind, I traced the whereabouts of you and your mother."

There were not many passers-by at the station exit, and they were getting rarer and rarer, but when they walked past, they didn't glance at this place at all, as if these two people didn't exist at all.

"No, no, you're not..."

This is not a margarita.

The chill behind Banabei almost pierced his spine. His whole body was stiff, and his mind was turbulent under the invisible deterrent.

"Your spiritual intuition has been enhanced, and you can detect abnormalities so keenly. I don't know whether you feel it or infer it?" A trace of appreciation appeared in Margarita's eyes, "You are very talented, at such a young age. Although the Secret Puppet Master is not the most outstanding young man I have ever seen, he is still amazing."

Banabei knew that the other party did not even need to control his spiritual body's thread to make him unable to resist. He quickly thought about the escape route in his mind, but he never broke away from the woman's hand on his shoulder. hand.

Can't see any possibility.

Banabei closed his eyes, took a deep breath, grinned wildly, and showed an exaggerated smile: "What about Margarita? You won't make her a marionette, right, dear ancestor. "

Margarita smiled coquettishly, and her clear voice was very pleasant: "Of course not! I don't need it. Every secret puppet in my hand can change its appearance at will. But now that you mentioned it, I find that you don't seem to belong to My marionette, this is not good, there are obviously many opportunities at sea."

"I'm in a hurry to come back and don't have much time to prepare." Banabei said dryly. This level of lies was very easy for him.

"The thief just now seems to be pretty good, since he brought it up himself." Margarita said.

Barnabas just shook his head slightly: "The marionette must at least be functional, a young thief? I don't see what value he has."

Margarita saw that Banabei was tough, she gently held Banabei's shoulders and led him out: "Let's go, you have been promoted, so I don't need to bother arranging the ceremony for you. Yes. There are other tasks for you, very important tasks, if you have heard of that name..."

"Can I ask first what it is?"

"Go to Loen, go to Backlund, and look for anyone who believes in the name 'The Fool'. The eighth round will not provide specific identities, but will only provide some contacts. You can only rely on yourself for the rest."

Banabei's body stiffened for a moment, but the smile on his face became natural: "Haha, let me find a secret believer? Isn't there a secret mage in the secret order? ?”

"That's not a request, that's an order, kid."

Barnabas suppressed all expressions and looked at the smiling Margarita indifferently. After a moment, he lowered his head feebly, and the frustration almost dripped from him.

Barnabas shook his head and said softly: "I understand. 'I will carry out your wishes'. I will go."

Margarita once again showed admiring eyes: "Very good. Now let's go and take me to see your mother's grave."

——

East Balam, Gulayin City.

When Klein boarded the dock, a lazy chirping came from the small box he was carrying.

This is obviously urging.

"I know, once I find the hotel and collect my things, you can come out and do some activities."

But before that, Klein had to get rid of the two "stalkers" arranged by the military. He didn't like people hanging behind him all the time monitoring his actions. Klein also planned to replenish himself with suitable marionettes. He couldn't stay in the military. Doing these things under Fang's eyes.

Most of the houses in Gulayin are built against the mountains and distributed along the roads that wind on the slope, like long winding snakes. Relatively flat and spacious places have become squares or markets where citizens have more frequent activities.

When Klein saw someone traveling in a "coffin", he couldn't help but take a closer look. This is a feature of the Southern Continent that originated from the worship of the God of Death. It is rarely seen in other places. He still finds it quite strange that the living people use the boxes of the deceased as transportation.

Klein walked towards a bar where people came and went frequently. The two stalkers did not dare to get too close. If they were noticed, such surveillance would be meaningless. They could only fall behind at a distance.

Klein took advantage of the crowd's cover and quickly moved to the back door of the bar. He opened the door of the small box and Knownes quickly flew out from inside and jumped twice on Klein's shoulder.

Klein took out the cloak used for bedding from the narrow box, quickly shook it out and put it on his body. He said to Skylark: "Leave the hiding place and come to me in ten minutes."

Skylark nodded and flew straight out of the back window of the tavern.

Klein wrapped himself in a cloak and raised his hand to wipe it. His skin color darkened, and his facial features became the same as those of the local Southern Continent people, and he grew a curly beard.

He didn't put on his hood, but wrapped his cloak tightly, hiding his suitcase underneath.

Klein walked out of the tavern quickly and calmly passed by the two monitors who were looking around. (End of chapter)