Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

When Chantal talks about his father's death, Esther isn't surprised by how it ended.

After all, Chantal's act of breaking into the room in the middle of the night was not something a devout sun believer could do.Had Chantal's father been alive, Esther was sure that Chantal would follow his father now, and he would obey his father's wishes whether he wanted to or not.

She was silent, waiting for Chantal to bring the story to an end.

The young man whose figure has been changed by the magical item hangs his head and arches his back, like a branch bent by the snow, his voice is low and steady:
"I guess he had a premonition of his own death, or had doubts about certain people. Anyway, he had wanted to do that for a long time. He complained to me many times when he was drunk about the heresy of the Church of Storms...

"That time he went to Bayam, I still stayed in the fish factory in Nas as a helper, followed his teachings for fighting training, and practiced mystical language. My father told me that if he didn't come back one day, I would open the bed The bottom box, everything left for me is in it.

"Anyway, he didn't come back that time.

"It was a week after I heard about his death that I threw down the half-cut piece of whale skin and ran home. All I thought about was that I could finally open that damn, mysterious box."

"The relationship between the two of us was not very good at that time. I also wanted to be an extraordinary person like him and go to sea to be a pirate. Of course he did not agree. Every time we talked about this matter, we would quarrel. More Sometimes when I yelled at him, he stopped talking and would just hold the box in a daze."

Esther changed her sitting position and put the red cloak under her hands, because she noticed that it was slowly extending in the direction of Chantal.

Chantal, not noticing this little gesture, went on:

"Inside the box were a few notebooks, and the money he had saved over the years. The funniest thing was that there was another box inside, but it was sealed and couldn't be opened. I later learned from him I learned the method of arranging the spiritual wall from my notes, so I used the sanctified dagger to unlock the seal on it.

"It contained the pair of rings, a few spells, and the formula and potion materials needed to become a Extraordinary. He knew what I wanted to do, so he paved the way for me early on, but he never told me.

"He wrote in his notes that the extraordinary world is far less beautiful and great than I imagined, and the stories he told me were beautified. When I was very young, he often taught me to sing, but I always learned very well. Not serious, so he told me too...

"If I don't want to sing the glory of the sun like he did, then I'll sing all I want to sing.

"This is the recipe he left me, 'Singer'."

Esther quietly looked at Chantal for a moment, the two of them didn't speak for a while, and Chantal took the "Sun" charm back into his arms.

Esther grasped the cloak tightly: "Have you been a Extraordinary for a long time?"

"In just over a year, my father left me the potion formulas up to Sequence Seven. I also took over the network of people he knew, including some of Byam's pirate contacts. I also went to those underground trading places, picking up stories while While doing some insignificant tasks, he was looking for the materials to start the Sequence Eight.

"My mother's ring worked well, and thanks to it, I was able to both hide my true identity and have great powers of self-preservation. Only a few trusted acquaintances knew that my father, such as Peter, was last night at the Herring Tavern ' The bartender."

Esther smiled: "Maybe this is also your mother's protection for you."

Chantal glanced at her strangely: "Sorry, I don't really believe in such a statement...although it sounds reasonable."

"You seem to think that I should be that kind of cold-blooded and ruthless guy?" Esther saw the suspicion behind his words.

"..."

Esther shook her head and pointed to the weakly breathing body on the bed: "I have absolutely no need to keep him alive."

"You give me a strange and dangerous feeling." Chantal's gaze slightly dodged, "My mother's ring has the ability to enhance spiritual intuition, which is very accurate."

Esther smiled slightly: "Including divination?"

"Yes, it can control the frost to condense into a spear, and it can also make the things it touches burn with black flames."

"I guess your name is not 'Chantal' either."

The expression on the young man's face was uncertain: "That's the name my parents wanted to name their daughter. 'Chantal' means 'singer', but my real name is Matteo."

"A sacred gift?"

"You know..." During this conversation, the young man's eyes fell into a little moonlight for the first time, and the crimson color dyed the smile across his eyes.

Esther looked at him helplessly: "Didn't you realize that since we entered the house, I have been talking to you in Intis? I have a good teacher."

Chantal, or should I say Mateo, clenched the ring hanging around his neck, and his expression returned to alienation: "So my story is over, ma'am, it's your turn."

"There is nothing to tell about my story...but the change in your body is probably due to your mother's ring. Most magical items have negative effects. If you need it, I can help you suppress it."

Mateo looked at Esther nervously: "Is it really possible!?"

"Of course, it's not difficult for me. I'm not interested in snatching other people's wedding rings." Esther noticed Mateo's eager and hesitant look, and added, "As you think, there is a price. .”

Perhaps because of talking about the past, after Mateo's fear of Esther faded, his attitude relaxed a lot: "So why did you tell me this? Could it be that storytelling is what I can pay?" Esther Slightly narrowing his eyes, Mateo couldn't understand the smile in it: "Three points, to see if you are honest, get a preliminary understanding of your background, and decide whether to keep you as a person."

Mateo straightened his back suddenly: "You interfered with my consciousness?"

"I'll steal a little bit of your self-control, and then induce your desire to confide, and it will be smooth."

Mateo recalled his previous fluctuating emotions, and his face gradually turned red: "But you are not malicious, so your spiritual intuition didn't give you a reminder?"

Esther didn't answer this question, but stared at Mateo: "I can hear that you don't love the sun, and even have resistance to the 'Church of the Eternal Sun'."

"Um……"

"It's impossible for you to be a believer in the storm, what about the Church of the God of War?"

Mateo shook his head vigilantly, and said slowly, "I don't believe in any official gods, although my father is—but I don't."

He whispered again in a low voice: "If God is really watching the world and devout believers, I should not have been born, and my parents should not have met. Then there would not be any tragedy."

Esther laughed happily: "Ha! What does it matter? It is the privilege of mortals to stain faith with love, and gods will never understand."

Mateo looked at Esther in disbelief, even though he was not religious, he was offended by such a rather deviant statement.

Esther had to raise her hand to wipe away the sarcastic smile on her face: "Since you don't believe anyone and you understand ancient Hermes, then I have an honorable name. Can you read it for me? ?”

Mateo stared at Esther even more in shock, opening and closing his mouth like a fish exhaling in water, but he didn't utter a word for a long while.

"You see, I can actually ignore you and directly control your body so that you can't refuse to read it again. I'm giving you a choice now because you can refuse directly, and I won't use it as a threat." Esther stretched out her hand He patted Matteo on the shoulder twice to comfort him.

"But if I refuse..."

Esther's kind smile only stayed on the surface: "I will leave other things to you, which may be more troublesome than this, or more dangerous than this."

Matteo spread his palms, and the two rings nestled in his palms.

"You can think about it. Tomorrow night, I mean tonight." Esther turned to the window and found that it was already daylight, and the morning in Nass came earlier, "We will meet at the Herring Tavern then." .”

She tapped her forehead, and a few light spots floated up, and before Mateo could react, they had already landed on the black ring and blended into it.

The slightly evil aura emitted by the ring gradually converged and became darker.

"It's a little advance benefit, what I call an 'experience card' where I'm from."

Mateo looked at Esther blankly, struggling in his dark brown eyes: "Thank you, I...I will think about it carefully."

"I don't want you to call out some bloodthirsty and crazy evil god. It's just that I have something to verify. It won't work if I call it." Esther nodded her temples in distress, but Mateo would not Know what she's thinking.

Mateo put the ring back in his collar, got up and stood on the floor.

Esther was still sitting on the table, propping her chin with one hand:

"By the way, I don't know how long it will take for your body to recover, but it should be about the same time as your transformation. The willingness of that magical item to harm others is very, very low. Generally speaking, this kind of physical change should be irreversible. of."

Esther caught a glimpse of the smile on Mateo's lips before he put his mask back on.

"I still don't know what to call you."

"You can call me Valery for now. This is the name of the half-dead bald man." Esther tilted her head, "If you really help me pronounce that honorary name and help me realize certain conjectures, maybe I I can finally leave my real name to others.”

"Does it mean that the person next door doesn't know your real name?"

Facing Mateo's suspicious eyes under the hood, Esther bared her teeth at him:
"Because it's useless to tell you, you will forget sooner or later, it's better not to know."

At least in this way I can comfort myself, this is my own choice, I don't want them to know.

Because of certain things, I really wanted to write some stories about apostates and witches, which I found very interesting.

Just write it, that's it... (Eye move)

I should take the blame for Shui Wen! (calm)