Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

"Wait, are we going to go down directly like this?" Esther watched Amon fall down first, and couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Of course, what she is really worried about is whether the current situation is deceptive. Especially if Amon wants to do this, Esther will naturally feel that something is wrong. This is considered a conditioned reflex for her.

Amon said without looking back: "If you don't follow it, it will leave. I don't know when it will show up next time. If you want to play the harmonica for another two hours, I don't mind."

"You..." Esther suppressed the complaint she wanted to say, quickly lowered the height of the suspension, and followed Amon.

Amon then glanced back at her: "After all, wasn't it you who proposed to see these cities? Then you should also be responsible for this, right?"

Esther couldn't even refute, even though she was annoyed with Amon's attitude of taking it for granted, but this was indeed her initial request, and Esther had nothing to say.

It doesn’t matter, just think of Him as a navigator who talks too much…

Esther was thinking silently in her heart, but she saw Amon's strange eyes. She was very confident that Amon could not steal the idea just now, so she simply asked: "What do you think I am doing?"

"Your expression looks interesting. I'm curious about what you are thinking. Are you willing to share it?"

"I don't want to!"

After the two people approached a certain distance, the remains of the demon wolf suddenly turned back, but did not launch an attack. Instead, it stared at the two people who were getting closer and let out a dull whimper.

"Light the fire." Amon pushed up his monocle and said suddenly.

Esther waved her dagger blankly, "Light a fire? What fire?"

"Just to let you shine a little, can't you drive the spirit that lives with you?"

Esther nodded her forehead, and large light spots flew up from her hair, slowly circling around her: "I just don't understand, you suddenly said "fire"..."

She is not a hunter!

However, after Esther released the light spots, the endless darkness around the demon wolf seemed to sense some kind of comfort. They gradually gathered into the body of the demon wolf and no longer spilled out as before.

Such a change allowed the body of the demonic wolf inside the darkness to be fully revealed, including the fur that had been stripped off mostly, the missing abdominal organs and flesh, and the empty black eye sockets, all filled with pure lightless darkness. The seams were roughly connected, barely forming a complete muscle structure to support the free movement of the remains of the ancient god.

At the same time, the city, which was definitely not in its normal position, also showed its full picture on the back of the wolf. It was hard to tell whether it was the dead demonic wolf carrying it, or whether it was also filling and stabilizing the outer wall of the city and integrating with it. That layer of darkness.

"Go ahead." Amon said with a smile.

"Wait, you..." Esther swallowed back her question about whether Amon was accompanying her, and changed her words, "Then you stay here, don't wander around, wait until I confirm the situation in the city."

"You are worried about me staying here." Amon exposed her worries nonchalantly.

Esther shook the dagger in her hand: "Of course I can also use it to make a 'contract' with you, but that is more dangerous than leaving you here. Once there are rules, you will have conditions that you can take advantage of." , isn’t it?”

This is also the inspiration brought to her by the "Deception Mentor".

Just like the "Decryption Scholar", the seventh sequence, they correspond to each other and complement each other. The most convenient prerequisite for leveraging the rules is to seize traceable clues.

Esther had to be wary that Amon would use the formed "contract" to analyze other things. For her, establishing any form of "contract" with Amon would eventually turn into setting a trap for herself.

Amon seemed to have no reaction to Esther's rhetorical question, and just smiled casually: "You are so defensive of me."

Esther fell to the round tower without looking back: "There is no trust between 'thieves'. This is what you taught me."

"Really? This is really disappointing."

Amon wasn't sure whether Esther heard what he said. With her hearing, she must have just pretended not to hear.

He gently tapped his finger on the edge of the monocle and turned to look in the direction of another continent. Why was there no progress at all in those tasks that should have been easy?

"Destiny...this statement is really annoying." Amon said to himself in a very soft voice, scattered in a thunder that broke the tranquility.

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The roar of thunder exploded, waking up Mateo who was not sleeping soundly.

He got up from the ground on his hands and knees, went to the window and stared blankly outside for a moment. The red moon hung in the clear dark night, like a curved lip that laughed at his inner fear.

Where is the thunder?

He looked around the room in confusion, even turning on his psychic vision, but he didn't see anything strange. If his heart hadn't been beating so fast, he wouldn't have been so uneasy, and there was no sleep left at all.

Pressing the ring in the collar of his shirt, Mateo walked towards the door and decided to talk to Vika about his premonition. He lived in the guest room next door.

The spiritual intuition of the "Singer" path is not a specialty, but after being promoted to Sequence Eight, Mateo can already perform some spells or rituals in the solar field. At the same time, it has also brought about a significant strengthening of spirituality, at least it is better than just improving the body. The quality sequence is much better.

The most profound thing about the experience of sailing on the "Clover" impressed Mateo was that people should not ignore any reminders given by spiritual intuition.

"I hope Vika knows what this situation means..."

But the moment he opened the door, Mateo felt that his heart, which was already beating wildly, was about to jump out.

A dark figure stood at the door, standing gloomily in the dim corridor, only the candlesticks lit at the stairs cast a long shadow. This ghost clings to the crack outside Mateo's door, revealing a pair of haggard and wide-open eyes. The whites of the eyes occupying a large area are full of bloodshot eyes, and they look full of resentment towards the living.

As soon as Mateo closed the door suddenly, he heard the "ghost" let out a low wail - the sound was a bit familiar.

Mateo opened the door with a guilty conscience and let the "ghost" who had been wandering outside for a long time and now started to have a nosebleed, enter the room.

Matteo saw Vika plugging his right nostril with a handkerchief, sitting uneasily on the edge of the bed, and glanced at the silent night outside: "It's already two o'clock or three o'clock, why don't you sleep, standing here in the middle of the night?" Outside my room door? You are really scary like this."

"Ouch... you're not awake too." Vika pinched her nose and spoke in a muffled voice, "You look pretty ugly."

"Better than you bleeding. Didn't you hear it just now? Thunder."

"No, it was just my spiritual intuition that guided me to come to you, but I always felt something was wrong, so I stayed at the door for two minutes..."

Mateo stood up and began to clean up the boxes in the room neatly: "If you feel uneasy, this matter may be quite serious."

"Then let's go to the port where you landed now. I hope your captain will agree to take me with you."

Mateo was suddenly stunned for two seconds: "Not necessarily, our captain just dismissed the fleet... Then how can we go to sea?"

Vika calmly took out the handkerchief from his nostrils. The nosebleed had stopped, leaving only a red mark on his upper lip: "Fate will give the answer."

Mateo hit his forehead twice and threw the bag of gold coins into the suitcase: "But we can't paddle the sampan to pursue some damn destiny!"

"It's not impossible." Vika replied calmly.