Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

Chapter 226 The Intersection of Duckweed

The whistle sounded for a long time, and the smoke-breathing front of the car drove out of the station, carrying passengers to the east.

Esther took the suitcase and sat on a window seat in the second-class carriage. It was still thirteen hours before arriving in Tilis.

Thanks to the identity certificate that Thomas gave her, she didn't need to waste more gold coins and time on the carriage. Intis's carriage industry was almost squeezed to bankruptcy by the steam train. There is no advantage in the way of travel.

Aaron finally gave Esther a small crystal ball. Seeing his heartache, Thomas laughed at Aaron for a while. Fortunately, Esther's suitcase still had room for this gift.

And what Alexander gave Esther was a book, a diary of the Loen poet's observation of falcons, which surprised Esther a little.

"I think you'll like it," said Alexander.

At this moment, Esther is sitting on the seat that is slightly shaking with the car body. She will wear those leather gloves with fingerless fingers when she goes out to cover the patterns on the palms and backs of her hands, and what she spreads out in her palm is this gift book, "Game of Thrones". Falcon*:

"I have always longed to be a part of the outer world, to go to the outermost, to stand on the edge of everything, to let my human filth be washed away in the emptiness and silence..."

Her gaze wandered between the lines, and she was soon immersed in this light narrative.

But Esther's quiet reading time didn't last long. A man with brilliant blond hair came over and coughed twice.

"Can I sit here, please?" He asked, pointing to the empty seat next to Esther.

Esther looked up. The man's blond hair was slightly below his shoulders, and it was obviously unkempt, and it was scattered behind his head.

He was wearing a long black windbreaker with a high collar, most of his face was covered with bandages, only one left eye was exposed, and a tuft of beard grew on his chin, making his appearance more vicissitudes than his voice.

The corners of his mouth curled into a curve, his amber eyes were very bright, and he rolled over Esther's face with interest, and then landed on the book in her hand.

Esther didn't say yes to him, but kept silent. Facing this person, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, which made Esther vigilant.

The man who was around the age of a young man smiled deeper, and sat down on the empty seat beside her very calmly:

"Then I'll take it as your acquiescence. Have we met somewhere, beautiful lady?"

Esther shook her head and returned a gentle smile: "I'm not from Intis, I'm afraid there is no such possibility."

The young man also imitated her movements and shook his head in exactly the same way: "So that's the case, I guess you are from Loen."

Esther highlighted the name of the book in Liang Liang's hand: "I recognized it from this book?"

"Of course, this prose book is not bad in Ruen's opinion. I have a very favorite passage in it." The young man looked at Esther very intently, as if he was observing every subtle change in her facial expression.

This look made Esther feel more familiar, and she was still calm on the surface: "Which paragraph is it?"

The young man spoke eloquently, seeming to be quite familiar with this book:
"All birds feed on living flesh at some stage of their life. Think of the idly-eyed song thrush, the lilting predator of the meadow, the assassin of the worm, the killer of the snail. We should not Only sympathize with their singing, but forget that what maintains this singing is killing."

Esther pinched the corner of the page, and her hand that was about to turn the page suddenly froze.

She turned her head in disbelief, looked at the young man's right eye covered under the white bandage, and stood up slowly after a daze for two seconds: "Sorry, I need to go to the bathroom, would you mind letting me go?"

"I don't mind, because you don't need it." The young man blinked, his curious expression was very much like a bystander watching a good human show, such as the kind of crow that would land on a street lamp.

"I do know you." Esther's hand fell on the "Logan's Claw" hidden in her lower back.

"That depends on who you're talking about, Luna."

The name Esther is only used in one place.

Rewinding the memory, it became clear in an instant, and Esther immediately recognized who the body of the man in front of her was, Galvin Leples, the apartment on Lily of the Valley Street had intersected with her, and tracked her inexplicably The "audience" should now be a Sequence Seven "psychologist".

His empty right eye was still scarred by a crow's scratch, so it was covered with a bandage.

What left Esther speechless the most was why did he appear here?
No, the more important thing is that the person using this body now...

"Aren't you in Backlund? Or overseas."

"Don't be so nervous, Galwin was originally from Intis, and you seem to remember this."

"I'm not talking about him, it's—" Esther swallowed the rest of the words, her face gradually confused, "You are not the main body. That's right, He wouldn't appear in Intis so 'accidentally', if it was the main body, He Already started directly."

"Galwin", or the clone Amon who occupies this body, looked back at her with a smile: "Of course not, I encountered a little trouble. But now I can meet the source of this little trouble Very surprised."

Esther closed her eyes, and instantly entered the perception state that was out of routine. After noticing the distorted fate of "Galwin", she observed carefully for a moment. The once disturbed silver river was bound like a cocoon A time worm.

Esther had eroded and absorbed Galwin's own destiny, twice. Although it did not reach the level of destroying the spirit body, Esther did not expect such consequences to be left behind. Instead, this person wanted to be deeply parasitic. Avatars are restricted.

Perhaps the power of those light spots has a wider influence than Esther imagined, which left a trace of doubt in her heart.

Esther opened her eyes again, and looked at the unlucky Amon clone in front of her with a funny face: "Why, was it set up by your dear Patriarch?"

"The ontology reminded me not to directly parasitize deeply, but shallow parasitism is boring after a long time." "Galwin" said this confidently, "If you want to kill me like this, I will not resist, but the ontology Maybe you’ll notice something abnormal about me.”

The smile on the corner of Esther's mouth disappeared immediately: "Let me guess, this is not credible. You didn't resist because Galvin was in a bad state, and it's easier to lose control if you fight with me, that is, 'you' will lose control together. "

This time, the smile on the lips of "Galwin" slowly disappeared: "Thinking and analyzing the truth through my tone and expression cannot be called 'guessing'. It's true if you don't believe it. You have returned to 'Zoya' gone?"

Esther sat back on the chair silently, but she was not obsessed with leaving here. The abnormal state of this Amon clone meant that Esther had some other opportunities.

She is more worried about the other people on the steam train. If they do something here, there is no guarantee what will happen if the other party loses control. When the train derails due to the battle, it will attract the attention of Amon himself, that is A snowballing disaster.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Esther said.

There is no need for her to answer any questions from the other party, unless she wants to mislead or pry out corresponding information.

This can also be regarded as a unique way of communication between "thieves". When it is difficult to deceive each other, everyone can shut up together.

But "Galwin" didn't have the consciousness to shut up at all: "Reuniting with old friends in a different place, why don't you look happy at all? This is not appropriate, 'I' will feel very sad."

He deliberately added emphasis when referring to himself, Esther heard the malice in it, and shook her head indifferently:

"You're not Galwin, so what's so sad about it. And I heard that as clones, you shouldn't remember 'Zoya'. Is this a new family announcement?"

"Galwin" pinched his right eye socket which was wrapped in bandages, this action seemed to affect his wound, and the corner of his mouth twitched upwards: "Ha, you keep denying that you are 'Zoya', but you are still talking to us Is this how you act as a con artist? Deceiving yourself?"

Esther weighed the book in her hands, and considered the plan of using it to stun the opponent, but the weight of the book was not heavy enough: "I am not 'Zoya', and I did not deliberately play anything, I don't need and shouldn't .”

Esther has already realized that the method of ordinary Extraordinary people digesting potions and interacting with Extraordinary characteristics is not suitable for her. Even the more she leans towards the "thief" mentality of acting, the more dangerous it is to shake her self-consciousness. The pain between her eyebrows recently It's getting more and more intense, which is one of the reasons why Esther didn't rush to "absorb" that monocle.

"You found out very quickly. It's a pity. I know that there are people in Trier who have set up a gamble, guessing how many months 'Zoya' can hide. I bet in May, I hope you can live up to it."

Esther squeezed her hand on the book more and more: "You guys are really boring..."

"If it wasn't me who met you, probably there is no one else in this car, you should be happy."

"You can't parasitize others now, don't you deserve it?" Esther's expression was very sincere, as if she was hoping that it would not rain tomorrow, instead of teasing the other party's pain provocatively.

The clone beside him smiled brightly: "Of course I'm here to ask for help, is 'Zoya' there?"

"Don't use me as a microphone, I can't let you communicate with him." Esther's expression was as rigid as a piece of wood when she spoke.

She would rather be a log now, so that she would not have a strong desire to attack and escape.

After thinking for two seconds, "Galwin" didn't know what to think of: "Why don't we be more honest with each other. You see, I came alone as a 'person', and I didn't notify anyone else. This is enough to show my sincerity. "

Esther's smile twisted slightly: "Do I look stupid? To be honest with you?"

"Yes."

For a moment, Esther was not sure whether this Amon clone was agreeing with the previous sentence of "stupid" or the latter sentence of "honesty". His answer was quite sincere.

It was two hours before the steam train reached the next station.

Esther snorted coldly: "Okay, tell me, but don't expect me to believe you."

　* "Peregrine Falcon" JA Baker, translated by Li Siben, the original text of the black song thrush in the following text is the European song thrush.

　　
　
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