Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

After Dunn and his team returned to the Blackthorn Security Company, they saw a familiar tall and thin young man outside the house at the old location.

Leonard narrowed his eyes and quickly remembered where he had seen him: Are you... the 'monster' from the Dragon Bar?

Ah, ah Admisor, it's me, yes. Admissor's eyes kept drifting to the ground when he stuttered and spoke. His eyes were sometimes calm and sometimes panicked, and his mental state didn't look very good. Stable, his eyes were still red.

Dunn looked at Admissor silently for a few seconds and nodded to him: I probably know why you came. Frye, you can disperse. He is not a threat.

Several Nighthawks, who were in a vague encirclement formation, withdrew some of their defenses after hearing this. They believed in Dunn's judgment more than they distrusted Admissor.

You go and do your work, I'll talk to him alone. Dunn said this, and Dai Li glanced at him disapprovingly, and then went to help others organize things in the rented house.

I know Esther knows you, I've heard about it from different people.

Seeing everyone leaving, Dunn gestured for Admissor to follow him, and he pushed open the door leading to the underground passage at the old site. Because Esther once rushed out from here, the remains of the Blackthorn Security Company are best preserved in this passage. Dunn walked all the way to the door of the alchemy room, and the box Esther gave him has been kept here. .

After Deacon Sesima took care of Esther's funeral, before leaving, she even left Dunn with the main ingredient that was still lacking in the monster formula: thirty grams of twisted star stone fragments, which made Dunn even more confused. The above meaning. The Holy Church did not mention a word about the matter of Admissor, but its attitude was very ambiguous. It almost left the matter in Dunn's hands and let him handle it as he pleased.

There is actually no problem with Admissor's background. Swain, the former captain of the Punishers, made this clear to Dunn. He is just a young man with a poor background. If it hadn't been for the monster sequence that had always been hidden, they might have found the magic potion long ago and trained Admissor to become a member of the Punisher.

Dunn took Admissor into the alchemy room and locked the door: Esther and Klein collected a lot of materials privately, just to allow you to enter the extraordinary path normally. But I can't easily I leave these to you, I don’t know if you are worthy of the trust.”

Admissor blinked dully, and the focus of his gaze fell further beyond Dunn's mouth, making people unsure whether he understood clearly or not.

Dunn sighed: The materials they collected are not complete. If they want to make a complete potion, part of the consumption will come from the Church of the Night.

I'll join. Admissor muttered dreamily. Before Dunn could react, he continued hurriedly, This is the guidance of the light, so it is also my wish.

Dunn was silent for a moment.

The sea of ​​​​blood in Tingen is gone, and so is the light. I want to stay where the light disappeared and see the path that the light used to take... Esther, the way it used to be.

Dunn touched the box containing the materials and tapped his fingers on its edge: Light?

I want to wait here, maybe the light will come back.

Did you see it? A tiny fire suddenly lit up in Dunn's heart.

But Admissor just shook his head: No, it's the light... I believe it.

Dunn's smile was forced, but he stretched out his hand and shook Admissor solemnly.

Since you have such expectations, then I will not refuse a new member.

Welcome to join the Nighthawks, I hope you will not regret the day you become an Extraordinary, Admissor.

The young monster showed a shy smile, but there seemed to be a faint light in his eyes: No, I won't.

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The Raphael Cemetery is even more deserted at night than during the day. The place where the deceased stayed has always formed a different world from the living. Except for the tombkeepers and official night watchers who come to inspect, basically no one sneaks in, let alone Not to mention that there are no treasures here worth robbing.

But tonight, Klein's grave received another visitor. This middle-aged man's bronze skin is rare in Loen. His black hair is tied into a small braid. Although his facial features are soft, his eyes are filled with a deeper sense of vicissitudes of life.

His tan striped vest and long trench coat were both finely tailored and as expensive as his silk top hat. The hem of the man's trench coat swayed in the cold wind, and the bouquet of white flowers he held in his hand was protected by his arms. Destroyed by this cold wind.

The man stared at Klein's tombstone and didn't speak for a long time. Finally, he sighed and apologized, left the bouquet in front of the tombstone, and then left.

The night was getting darker, and only the crimson moonlight shone on the ground, making the quiet cemetery even more desolate.

The stone slab of the tomb suddenly tilted up, and then was pushed out from the inside out. The people inside spent a lot of effort to remove the coffin slab covered with soil. If it were an ordinary person with a weak physical condition, it would probably be really difficult. Can't do this.

Klein sat up in confusion and panic. He lowered his head and glanced at his chest. The missing flesh and blood was constantly squirming and closing outside the restored heart. Compared with his last resurrection experience, his Resurrection is much slower this time around.

But he survived.

A few minutes passed, and after Klein felt sentimental in front of his tombstone, he started to dispose of his coffin, picked up the copper whistle and the broken tassel knot, and solemnly placed them in the inner pocket of his arms.

The citrine pendant was still tied to his left hand. Klein tried to use the pendulum divination twice, but was unable to divine anything related to Esther at all. He tried Esther is still in Tingen and Esther is still in Tingen. He is still alive, but the pendulum remained motionless and the inspiration did not give any feedback.

Klein thought for a moment, held the broken peace knot in his hand, held it tightly, lowered the pendulum again, and modified his divination sentence: Another new tombstone in the cemetery.

After repeating it seven times, Klein opened his eyes and found that the pendulum was pointing straight to the path to the southwest, indicating that direction as steadily as a compass.

After Klein walked more than ten meters, he stopped in front of a brand new monument without a photo. He stared at the dessert recipe on it, feeling like crying and laughing at the same time, and his heart was full of bitterness.

It's really your style to let others leave you such an epitaph...

But I really don’t want to see such a whimsical epitaph at all. Fellow fellow, I would rather you be another person who comes to attend my funeral like everyone else.

Klein stretched out his hand to sweep away a crow feather on the tombstone. He squatted in front of the tombstone and his voice was so soft that it floated away as soon as it hit the ground: I'm leaving, Li Xing. I will definitely take revenge for us. ]

Then Klein tried hard to put up a smile between his tears, just like the epitaph, the expression he hoped everyone would show after seeing it.

His clown potion even digested a little bit as a result.

That night, Klein made up his mind to go to Backlund.

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The tranquility of Raphael's Cemetery lasted for less than twenty-four hours, and a new visitor bypassed all sight and came here unknown to anyone.

This thin-faced young man's dark eyes were full of doubts, but there was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. His pure black curly hair was pressed under an agate gray newsboy cap, and his double-breasted ink coat was not fastened, revealing Inside, there is a sailor-striped shirt and a dark blue scarf that are full of contrast.

What was even more inconsistent was the monocle perched on his right eye socket. Such expensive lenses polished with crystals were certainly not a common accessory among ordinary sailors.

Even for adjusting vision, a pair of glasses is better than one.

A crow was landing on the young man's shoulder, turning its head from time to time and indicating the direction of travel with its sharp beak.

I still think you're lying to me, but what happened to you is really weird.

How could it be? Amon doesn't lie to Amon, everyone is Amon.

The young man adjusted the monocle in his right eye: I will feedback this matter to the main body, but what about your uniqueness?

Suppressed by something else, the crow clicked its beak up and down, answering the question impatiently, The bartender I was parasitic at the time was just a Sequence Seven, and the extraordinary power derived from the original body was sealed into Uniqueness, the rest are sequence seven characteristics, what can I do? The attitude of the clones in Jianhai County is very subtle. They seem to have reached an agreement and are unwilling to accept my request for help. I can only divert to Enmat Port Looking for you.

Ha, of course you have no say in your current state. There are too many strange things about you. It is the most normal decision for us to let me come out to investigate like this. Anyway, other Amon has no loss.

Crow found that there was indeed something he disliked about himself, even though what he said was mostly the truth: Amon can't deceive Amon. This is not your decision, right? You were also forced to come.

A clone that has been cut off from its main body is inherently dangerous, but you are indeed Amon.

Who else could I be if I wasn't Amon? Les? The original body went directly to Jianhai County to arrest me. How could I be left here to play reasoning games with you?

The young man smiled, pushed up his monocle again, and quickly walked through most of the cemetery: You are very self-aware. That's right, only Amon understands Amon so well.

You've passed by. The path just turned to the left, it's near here...

Is this here?

The young man stopped in front of this fairly new tombstone, leaned over and carefully looked at the name, year and month on it, and then read out a large list of recipe epitaphs below: ...sprinkle with white icing sugar, chopped nuts or delicious ice cream .”

There was a long silence.

The crow turned his head away in embarrassment and preened his feathers carelessly, of course just pretending.

The young man frowned at first, but then quickly curled up his lips: Your experience is more interesting than we imagined. The main body probably won't mind our unauthorized actions. This 'person' looks quite interesting, can it be parasitic?

She is not a human being, and I am not sure what Esther is. She is more like a mythical creature living in a human body. The crow explained the abnormality it noticed, but cleverly avoided the parasitism proposed by the young man. question.

A parasite on the same path?

Impossible. I don't know when the time bug will turn into a firefly.

The young man turned around and left the tombstone. When the crow rose from his shoulder, he took his hat away dissatisfiedly. The young man just glanced at him funny.

The crow flew down and stood on the tombstone, throwing the hat on Esther's grave: Don't you confirm?

I have to find some tools, right? Can I use you to dig?

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