Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

The colder the weather, the more attractive the bed is.

For Detective Sherlock at No. 15 Minsk Street, it was a very ordinary morning. He had no specific plans for the morning, and there was no reason to crawl out from under the warm quilt.

It's still a few minutes until nine o'clock, um, five more minutes of squinting...

Klein turned over in a daze, and suddenly, illusory murmurs appeared in his ears, mixed with weak and painful prayers. Regardless of the sudden murmurs, the voice of prayer was very familiar to Klein. This made him jump out of bed and saw the four black spots protruding from the back of his hands.

The person praying to the Fool is Esther! ?

Why are you so reckless! What if she meets the evil god? ?

Klein was a little annoyed, but more worried. He immediately took four steps backwards and arrived above the gray mist.

However, what made Klein frown was that the murmur that kept coming out was not a newly emerged crimson star, but the ball of light that had been the lighting engineer on the top of The Fool's high-back chair for a long time.

This light...is really connected to her? Could it be that the gray fog here is the source of our journey?

Klein raised his hand. The ball of light, which was constantly emitting haloes of murmurs and prayers, immediately flew down under his thoughts and floated safely in his palm. After taking it off, it was no bigger than those representatives. How much bigger is the Crimson Star among Tarot Society members.

After Klein was promoted to Magician, he has been able to control the position of the light ball freely, but it has never shown any ability and will not actively respond to any of his commands, leaving him wondering what he can do with it. The most intense reaction from the light ball was when Amon wanted to put his hand into the gray fog. Klein continued to hang it above his head as it was, just in case someone wanted to invade the gray fog again one day.

But its situation is very strange today. Klein can see the scene displayed in the light ball, which is similar to the scene he usually observes the members of the Tarot Club through the crimson stars, except that what emerges inside is Esther, whose body is constantly shaking.

With just one glance, Klein made up his mind to pull Estela up into the gray mist to give it a try.

Otherwise, given Esther's current situation, something will happen to her when the many strange crack symbols appearing on her body are completely formed!

He covered the outer shell of the light ball with his hands and frantically poured spirituality into it.

——

A pale yellow light enveloped Esther's perception.

She was filled with despair. Could it be that the ball of light in her mind completely exploded and was going to take away her life?

But then the soft light dissipated, and what came into view was a large area of ​​dense gray mist, towering and majestic stone pillars and domes, and a long bronze table surrounded by twenty-two high-backed chairs. Everything here looked ancient and mysterious. It makes people feel a sense of awe subconsciously.

At the top of the long table, a figure was shrouded in thick gray fog, and one could only barely make out his appearance. He seemed to be a man wearing a Loen-style black formal suit and a half-high silk top hat. That should be a transcendent existence. His gaze fell through the other end of the gray mist, making Esther instinctively tighten her body.

She saw that the being was holding a ball of light with a transparent shell in his hand. The light inside was exactly the same as the light spots in her hair. Esther could confirm this.

The buzzing voice in Esther's mind could not be heard at all, and seemed to be completely isolated. Her fingers were put on her knees, opening and closing, feeling the mysterious state of her body, as if it was between reality and reality.

So the person above is the Fool?

Esther didn't dare to look at the other person all the time, so she could only glance at him with the corner of her eyes, quietly waiting for the Fool to speak.

Klein no longer had such worries. He looked at Esther's projection doubtfully - her figure seemed too solid, unlike other members of the Tarot Club who were illusory and hazy. Esther's appearance It was not hidden under the pale yellow light like others, but was clearly and carefully displayed across the long table, as if she was sitting here.

Next to the world position of her seat, it appeared at the opposite corner far away from Klein. Klein observed the high-backed chair behind Esther:

The lines above outline an overall circular symbol. The thin lines on the periphery are connected to small circles. The circles with pointers symbolizing time up, down, left, and right are also connected in series. In the center of the overall circle, It is a tentacle that is curled and curled up like a whirlpool.

This is the symbol of the thief path of my fellow villagers...

Seeing that Esther had been holding back for several minutes without speaking, Klein had no choice but to speak first: Are you praying to me?

Hearing the deep voice coming from the gray fog, Esther also breathed a sigh of relief. She was afraid that the other party was an evil god who could not communicate and would directly kill her. After all, reciting the Honored Name privately was a reckless move. Not to mention that she had something to ask for.

Fortunately, the other person's mood sounded very peaceful and he didn't seem to be offended by her.

Yes, what should I call you? Esther did not raise her head again. She knew that there were many things that she should not explore. No matter who the being in front of her was, it was probably not an existence that she could peep into.

You can call me 'The Fool'.

I really have to thank Gray Mist for preventing me from pretending to be a god in front of my fellow villagers. Klein felt grateful in his heart.

Esther recited the title silently twice, confirming that no one seemed to have mentioned this existence in her memory or in her conversations with Hei Ye in her dreams. Is he really a new god?

Dear 'Fool', I am troubled by an ancient god. I chant your honorable name in vain, hoping to seek your help.

What price can you pay?

Esther took a deep breath: I heard that the god hidden in me has the special ability of 'anchoring'. You can take this opportunity to control him, or I can do anything you need me to do. In exchange for this.”

Klein let go of the light ball in his hand and let it continue to float in front of him. He rested his elbows on the armrests, crossed his hands slightly in front of him, and shook his head leisurely: Even if I ask you to dedicate your soul?

Esther shuddered, gritted her teeth and continued: If that hidden god wants to achieve a complete 'divine descent' on me, I don't think there is room for my soul to exist. The soul also Well, body as well, I don’t want to lose my sense of self forever.”

Klein was silent for several seconds. He did not expect Esther's words to be so firm, as if she had obtained enough clues to confirm that the situation was that bad.

Klein's mind was running rapidly, but he couldn't think of any way to help her. There was no way he could do anything with Li Xing, even if he used the Card of Blasphemy to pry the gray mist into shape and create a paper angel, which could be compared to a god. Is there a secret existence to contend with?

Klein isn't sure.

He spoke slowly: Aren't you afraid that I will use you like this?

The question came to Esther. She clenched her fists hard, and after a long psychological struggle, she breathed a long sigh of relief: I can't hide it from you. I'm scared, quite scared. But I don't want to give up, nothing. Do.

It’s okay to be afraid, don’t pray to unknown entities casually! Klein complained in his mind, but he was also troubled by what happened to his fellow villager. From the perspective of the Righteous God Church, characters like the God Descend Vessel must be eliminated. They are unlikely to provide any help, and Klein is even less willing to let The Fool enter the official sight.

You are lucky, I don't need another container, Klein's voice was very soft, and he quickly thought about how to reply so as not to lose the face of The Fool, However, your soul is useless to me.

The ups and downs in one sentence made Esther feel dizzy. She remembered the strong fear that the ball of light had caused when she recited the name of The Fool, and she just wanted to seize this opportunity.

At least she had to find a way to stay with this fool to delay the time of being possessed by the body, and then find other ways to escape!

Great Mr. Fool, I beg you to allow me to become your disciple and follow you. This is enough.

Klein's brows hidden under the gray mist wrinkled again. This request made him a little confused. Why did she say that? Could it be that The Fool had some influence on the light on her body?

He glanced at the light ball in front of him, feeling the clearer light inside, and suddenly came up with a slightly crazy idea.

But if he wants to put this idea into practice, I'm afraid he can only do it after he is promoted to a higher sequence. Klein's current control over the gray mist is limited, and he is completely unable to draw out the silent power in this light ball.

Perhaps this really allowed Esther to find a way out by accident... This fellow's luck is as ridiculously good as ever. I must hurry up and get promoted. I must not delay it any longer. The longer this happens, the more dangerous it becomes.

Klein sighed in his heart, and the majestic voice of The Fool also passed through the long table and fell into Esther's ears: Okay.

Esther's face showed joy. She stood up with a bright smile and bowed respectfully to The Fool: Thank you for your kindness!

Klein pressed down with one hand, signaling Esther to sit back down. A deck of tarot cards materialized in front of her, just within her reach.

Every Monday, at three o'clock in the afternoon Backlund time, there will be a party here. At the party, any materials, formulas or knowledge can be exchanged, and the members can communicate on their own. I have taken out several code names that were occupied by others.

Hearing what The Fool said, Esther looked at the tarot cards in front of her and pulled out one at random.

This is a reversed card. Strangely, the card face is not the same as the image of the tarot card in her memory, so Esther flipped the tarot card face-up:

At the top of the card is a half-length figure shrouded in gray mist, but it is completely different from the image of the Fool at the head of the table. Only a translucent mask with strange symbols engraved on it can only be seen vaguely through the gray mist. A pair of monocles hanging on the right eye, and a pair of blurred eyes with overlapping shadows.

The hands of this half-length figure wrapped under a large gray cloak are spread outward, as if inviting the opening of a grand drama.

On the lower right side of the card, there is a young woman with her head bowed in a praying posture. Her soft shawl hair is light cinnamon yellow, but she has no facial features and only a light shadow on her face.

She was surrounded by dots of light like fireflies and stood on a silver-white river. The river stretched out many branch-like silver threads and gathered between her folded hands in prayer. They seemed to form another strange symbol, but because it was blocked by the woman's hands, the complete appearance could not be seen at all.

There is a young man standing on the lower left side of the card. He is looking up at the half-length figure at the top of the card. This man's curly black hair is scattered on both sides of his wide forehead, although his facial features are also covered by shadows. , but the monocle on his right eye shone due to reflection.

The man is holding a mottled and old slate in his hand. Behind him is a group of olive branches, thorns and withered flower vines. They form a twisted vortex from the inside out, and the holes between the interlaced leaves seem to form eyes. The innermost part forms a gathering point of unknown meaning.

The bottom of the card was surrounded by gray mist, almost submerging the feet of the two people on the left and right. In the middle of the gray mist, a brilliant light door dyed slightly blue and black was revealed, which was composed of layers of countless lights. Ball composition.

Esther's hand shook, and the card slipped from her fingers and returned to the long bronze table.

She looked down again——

Is there anything unusual on the cards?

The voice of The Fool came from the other end of the majestic hall:

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