Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

"But there is one more question. What are you going to do with those two 'young children', the children of the merciful Heavenly Father and the great Creator?" Amanisis asked.

He knew how Daribog gave birth to the two "god sons", but he did not know the more detailed inside story, especially when Daribog and Saslier deliberately concealed it.

Saslier did not expect that Amanysis would mention the situation of Amon and Adam, but he and Dazhbog had already made a plan: "They will not participate in this matter."

"Why? I thought they would be very willing to help in this regard."

Sasril pointed at himself: "Just like me, they were born for a special reason. I don't want them to be involved in this matter, just because I'm worried that something might go wrong with them."

The corner of Amanysis's mouth raised slightly: "So that's it. I thought that as a father, you have too deep feelings for them and don't want your children to have any accidents in the process."

Saslier said frankly: "What you mentioned is also one of the reasons I have considered."

"You are taking it seriously..." Amanysis sighed silently, "The secret authority can resist most detections, but it cannot directly confront the 'source material' in you. You should know it."

"This is something we discussed. Of course I still remember it." Saslier raised his right hand and showed Amanisis the ring of thorns he was wearing. "I also used some less formal methods. ."

"Not very formal?" Amanysis glanced at the ring of thorns, "So that's it. I was still wondering that you had a new symbol. It turns out that you used that fairy tale..."

"After all, the two protagonists of the story have no objections, so our initial plan went smoothly." Saslier turned the thorn ring on his wrist with a very calm expression.

When the raised spikes scratch the skin, there is not much tingling sensation. The material used for making it is relatively soft and not ordinary thorn vine. It has also been specially prepared by Daribog and soaked in a certain ocean. a period of time.

In contrast, the other bracelet also went through the same process.

Amanysis nodded: "And Zoya will give it to you?"

"This is Zoya's craftsmanship."

"Then I can see that He's not good at this kind of thing."

Saslier cleared his throat: "Well, that's true. Zoya used 'restart' many times when weaving the rings..."

Amanysis withdrew her gaze from looking at the thorns: "What about the other olive branch rings and garlands?"

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"Adam, Adam, Adam..."

A branch happened to fall from the olive tree, but it failed to hit the crow's head. The next moment, the black crow was already standing on another treetop.

But it closed its mouth, and the crow stared at the bottom of the tree with obvious annoyance in its eyes. Suddenly there was a figure there. It seemed that it had always stood in the same place, never moving, but it had never been noticed by the crow. This man was holding a quill that was constantly moving across the paper, writing something with concentration.

The crow remained silent for a few minutes, and then the blond boy Shenzi raised his head: "You don't have to shout so many times."

"I found the source of that story."

Adam's right hand, which was wearing an olive branch bracelet, paused. The quill hung on the paper for a while without moving. He sighed softly: "Have you made a new discovery?"

"I can only think of coming to you to discuss it, Zoya... He will definitely not discuss this matter with me."

The black crow fell from the branch, flew to Adam's side and squatted on his shoulder. However, when the clone looked at the parchment, he could not read a word clearly and could not understand what was written on it at all.

It's obvious that Adam used his ability to interfere.

"His condition is very bad, you should not disturb him anymore." Adam whispered, "Are you still trying to break the effect of that ritual circle?"

"I have an idea, but I'm not looking for you for this matter." The black bird jumped on his brother's arm. When the dissatisfied crow lowered his head to peck at the olive branch bracelet, Adam trembled. A flick of the wrist forced the crow to spread its wings again and fly upward.

The black shadow circled twice above Adam's head, then fell to Adam's shoulder, and stood firm on it again: "The source of the legend of Skylark is a group of cultists. They don't believe in their father, but they believe in the 'dark night'."

Adam opened his eyes slightly, and thoughtfully tapped the paper with his quill:

“I see, that makes sense.

"The story of Skylark and his father is a 'bedtime fairy tale' in most people's minds, but in fact, they did not hear it, but dreamed it, and thought they had heard it somewhere.

"I have seen it many times when traveling in the subconscious sea or in dreams. The skylarks in the dream have a very clear direction. Their appearance is not ordinary birds, but the ones that were changed when Zoya attached to the incarnation. plumage color and light-colored eyes.”

The crow jumped on Adam's shoulder several times. As if it felt that it was not enough to relieve his anger, it jumped on Adam's head twice more.

Adam brushed away a few strands of messed up hair from his eyes: "I didn't tell you because I don't know its origin, and if you know about it, you will definitely dig deeper."

Crow thought for two seconds, then squatted on the head of the blond god: "Even if you are lying now, I can't tell."

Adam's eyes were focused on the air: "Before this, my father had not started searching for the cultists..."

"If I were to track them down, do you think there would be conflicts between Dark Night and my father, which would threaten my father's followers?"

Adam nodded slightly: "It's just a possibility."

"But I can definitely provoke Medici to do this. It only requires a trivial lie, and I don't have to do it myself." Crow said calmly.

After a moment of silence, Adam stretched out his left hand and lowered it to the top of his head. The crow, who was very good at causing trouble, jumped onto Adam's left arm tacitly and allowed Adam to support him.

There was a hint of helplessness in Adam's smile: "Amon, don't check anymore."

The crow's obsidian eyes turned, and it was obvious that he was planning something else: "Then lend me that bracelet."

"no."

"I know Sasril also has a ring of thorns." Crow suddenly said, "What is so special about it?"

Adam said nothing.

The crow continued to ramble: "So it must have some effect, but just by observing it like this, I can't analyze its specialness. I asked Sasril about it, but he resolutely rejected me, even his tone was... Pretty much same as you!

"There is also a rejected wreath in the story. Is that wreath at my father's place?"

"If you really want it, why don't you ask Zoya?" When Adam suggested this, what he thought of was the day his father gave him the olive ring.

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"This is not only a special blessing, but also an anchor that can better maintain your self-understanding. As long as it is not contaminated too strongly, it can protect you well."

Dazhberg leaned down slightly and spread his palm in front of Adam, revealing the gift in his palm.

Adam took the bracelet from his father respectfully. As a son who received an expensive gift from his father, he was also curious about the gift and looked at it carefully.

This is a very rough olive branch that has not been polished in any way, with a few green leaves attached to it.

Adam's fingers carefully rubbed the outside, and the branches pricked his hand a little.

It can be seen that the weaver's skills are very poor. I don't know if his fingers are not sensitive enough and he is not good at doing this kind of thing, or if the material he chooses is not suitable.

Although the bracelets can eventually be entangled together, they can only maintain the balance at the limit. If there is an external force that pulls too fiercely, it may not be able to hold on for a few times before it will break.

"Thank you dad, I love it." Adam responded.

But this kind of reply is more like a scene. Although this gift is very important, for an "audience" who is in good condition and least likely to lose control, this bracelet does not seem to be that important.

Adam obviously hesitated, and asked his father bluntly: "But Amon is not here, doesn't he have his share?"

Because they are twin brothers, although the two people are completely different in many aspects, they have one thing in common. Adam and Amon both regard each other as the closest person except their father.

Adam was also used to his father's "fairness". The two brothers always got the same thing. No matter what it was, it would always be double - one for Amon and one for Adam.

"No, this is just for you." Dazhberg patted Adam's shoulder, his eyes were gentle, but his hands were strong.

"Just for me..." There was a slight crack in the peace on Adam's face, and his confused eyes shifted from his father's face to the olive branch wreath in his hand.

"Is this okay?" Adam asked quietly.

Dazhberg nodded vigorously: "Leave it to you, remember to keep it well."

Although Adam did not hear any special emotions from his father's words, he vaguely sensed something strange and said to his father: "Okay, I will do it."

Dariborg leaned forward, hugged this young man whose appearance was very similar to his own when he was young, and patted the "Utopian Angel" hard on the back. This action lasted for a while, and then Dazhberg stepped back a little, but his hands were still on Adam's shoulders, as if he was reluctant to let go.

Adam's eyes were as clear as a child's, reflecting his father's compassionate smile.

Dazhbo took Adam's right hand and put the rough bracelet on it: "You are Adam, my eldest son. In the distant future, you will become the savior of all living things."

Adam nodded: "I understand, Father." (End of Chapter)