Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

At around two o'clock in the afternoon, Esther took the rabbit back to the hotel where the two stayed.

She did not meet the descendant of the Jacob family again, which made Esther feel a lot relieved.

But she will not forget that the other party is a "thief". If the other party is parasitic on some animal and hides in the dark and keeps following him, it will be difficult for Esther to catch Benjamin Jacob.

After telling the rabbit not to disturb her, Esther returned to the room and immediately marked out the area with a light spot and sealed the room.

After that, she lay leisurely on the bed and waited until three o'clock, which was the time for this week's Tarot session again.

The light rose and dispersed, everything in front of me became clear, and the palace above the gray fog showed its appearance to the guests.

Now Esther knows where this is. It is a special place controlled by Mr. Fool, Source Castle.

However, to go deeper, except for a name and its power that is so powerful that it is difficult for humans to understand, which makes Amon "think about it day and night", Esther does not know where this place is, nor its essence.

The object that can give her the answer is hanging above everyone's heads, pouring light gently. Even if the participants tend to subconsciously ignore its existence, Esther will never forget it. Every time she climbs the gray fog, she will go there. A glance above your head.

But today, there was another place that attracted everyone's attention. In the empty seat next to "Moon", a new member sat.

Like the normal participants, he was also a phantom made up of red stars. Others could only see a black tuxedo and broken hair of the same color.

However, this man's movements were a bit strange. He raised his hand out of habit, first touched his arms twice, and then realized something was wrong, and then put his hand down.

What is this new gentleman looking for?Esther subconsciously had this idea, and then she noticed the bronze high-backed chair behind the couple - on it was a symbol, consisting of half a pupil-less eye and half a line of change - and "The Fool" The sign for sir is the same.

Because of this particularity, most members were slightly startled.

"The Fool" smiled and spoke: "Let me introduce to you, this is the new member, 'Devil'."

Then Mr. "Devil", without any respect for the meeting before God, chuckled casually. His tone of voice when he spoke was lazy and frivolous, but with a condescending tone:

"It's an honor to meet you all. Just call me Mr. Devil. Oops, there are more people in this meeting than I thought. I don't know what to call you?"

Before the "Devil" spoke, Esther was thinking that this code name was really unlucky. After the "Devil" spoke, the familiar Intis language that made people want to punch him and the accent made Esther His face twitched uncontrollably.

It's Barnabas...

At least for Esther, it was hard for her to imagine that there was another person who could perfectly combine Barnabei's weird temperament.

The honorable name "The Fool" was given by her.

"Justice" tilted his head towards the end of the table in confusion, and noticed the inexplicably packed fists of "Lover". Miss "Lover" didn't seem to be nervous, her sitting posture was still very relaxed, and she seemed to just dislike Mr. "Devil".

Considering Mr. "Devil's" attitude, "Justice" sat a little more dignified, and she whispered in her heart:
"You have to pay attention to your image, Audrey. You must not be like this gentleman. It is too disrespectful to Mr. Fool..."

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Pushing forward three or five days, Banabei is still floating on the sea.

Due to the instability and chaos of the Raging Sea, the safe passage from Bayam back to Intis basically involves many twists and turns.

Of course, Banabei had to change trains. He couldn't find a route that could go all the way. Thinking of the "thief" lady who could use the ticket and meal, Banabei even regretted it for a few seconds.

However, after a week passed, Banabei realized that there was an inexplicable hole in his memory.

He is a person who is used to looking at the palace of thinking, which helps him keep his thinking compact and provides spring-like tightness of action and derivation ability, but now, something seems to be seeping out little by little in his thinking, as if A crack appeared, filtering out some kind of anomaly.

He had some vague and distant impressions, but in the small and swaying cabin, some memories seemed to have passed through invisible barriers and were leaving his cognition little by little, like beer being shaken out of a glass.

Banabei sat up from the bed. There was no moonlight outside the window, and the top of the sea was covered with clouds.

Once it rains, it's likely to turn into a storm, which is a routine change for the Raging Sea.Every ship crossing this sea area is prepared to deal with sudden changes in weather. The records of safe waterways are not only left in books, but also in the heads of every experienced captain.

It's quite lucky that it didn't rain directly like now.

Lucky?

Banabei subconsciously touched his arms and touched the iron shell of the cigarette box with his fingers.

When he is thinking, the smell of cigarettes is his thoughts, and when he is nervous, the smell of cigarettes is relaxation. Even if he is not smoking in the cabin, he can just bite the cigarette holder...

However, something was stuffed into his cigarette box. When Barnabas opened the cigarette box, what popped out was the paper that was folded into a ball.

Damn it, where's my cigarette? ?
This was Banabei's subconscious thought, but it was absolutely impossible for him to forget to bring cigarettes, so he reached into his arms again and touched another cigarette box that was pressed further inside.

Banabei did not take out the other cigarette box, but quickly opened the wad of paper. It was folded in half carelessly several times, and the folds were not symmetrical. It was obvious that someone was feeling upset while doing this. .

Another smaller piece of paper fell from inside, and was caught by Banabei in his hand, but he chose to read the larger part of the message first - because it was all written in his own handwriting:

"The ritual of sequence promotion, the song of the mermaid, the light that affects divination, the strange reward of seeking history, the parasite, Fulgrim's dog, to be investigated.

"A trustworthy name has an unknown direction.

"Hope?" On the last word, circles were drawn heavily one after another, almost to the point of tearing through the paper.

Banabei frowned, and subtle memories surfaced. They were retrieved from his previously scattered consciousness, and he remembered what happened when he wrote this note.

At that time, spiritual intuition reminded him that it was best to keep these contents, so Barnabas stuffed the note into an empty cigarette box.

But why would he forget this?

Banabei's eyes fell on another short piece of paper. The delicate but regular handwriting on it seemed to be surrounded by invisible boxes, and the words were more compact:

"The fool who is not of this age;
The mysterious ruler above the gray mist;
The king of yellow and black who rules good luck. "

His spiritual intuition was touched, and Banabei's breathing stagnated. He immediately realized that this was the key. Once the words he had written down were compared with the memories in his mind, they would reflect holes like insect erosion.

Barnabas felt uncomfortable, and it made him feel like things were far out of his control.

Hope?A few days ago, I had questioned this. The rest of the words clearly ran through my previous memories, but I was gradually forgetting the key...

If a few more days pass, will I forget the meaning of this note?
His fingers rubbed the word "hope" doubtfully, but it was a word he would never say, let alone write down.

"What a desperate choice."

After Banabei said these words, an exaggerated smile appeared on his face again, and his fingers landed on the note with greater force.

Banabei sat on the edge of the bed seriously, at least not crossing his legs. He lowered his head, took a deep breath, and recited the honorary name in Hermes:

"The fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the yellow and black king who is in charge of good luck, I pray to you, pray that you will witness my lost memories, and pray for a good fortune that can gain... hope. …”

After reciting this prayer, Barnabas remained silent for several minutes in this position.

Nothing happened.

He raised his head and looked around in confusion, then lowered his head in despair and chuckled, his smile so exaggerated that it was twisted.

The piece of paper with the name "The Fool" written on it fell from his fingers.

That seems to be it.Barnabas wiped his face vigorously and lay down on the bed dejectedly.

Suddenly, his heart felt an almost crushing pressure.

No, it’s not the heart, it’s the depths of the spiritual body…

The crimson light instantly flooded Banabei's sight.

His perception of the body was completely cut off, but deep in the spirit body, something seemed to be broken, and was easily crushed into debris by another, more majestic force.

Everything became clear before Banabei's eyes. In the grand hall filled with gray fog, old huge pillars supported the endless time. The place was not empty, but it gave people a deserted and silent feeling.

And those gray mist gave Banabei an even more wonderful feeling, including the ancient long table in front of him, the high-backed bronze chair under him, and the gentle ball of light above his head, all of which gave Banabei an instinctive awe.

His body is not here, but his spirit body is feeling the gaze of the superior.

There was a figure on the first seat, wearing Loen's formal attire, but the gray mist obscured his appearance.

Banabei subconsciously closed his eyes and lowered his head. He had been taught not to look directly at God since he was a child.

But Barnabas also noticed that his once blurred memories became clearer, and he clearly remembered the very strange name of the "thief", Esther.

The "person" sitting at the front of the long table had been silent, so Banabei spoke: "Dear God, thank you for helping me recover my lost memory, and thank you... for helping me deal with the hidden dangers in my body."

When the god spoke, his voice was surprisingly gentle: "A small thing."

Why haven’t I heard rumors about this one?

Banabei had many thoughts in his mind, but he had never and would never have experience in dealing with the true God, so he simply let go.

Banabei bowed his head in the direction of the figure respectfully: "Is there anything I can do for you?"

The figure in the gray mist tapped the armrest, and it seemed that it took him a while to make a decision: "As I said, it's a small thing, it doesn't matter."

"What should I call you?"

The spirit is hidden behind the flowing thick fog, and its vision is full of prying eyes: "You can call me 'The Fool'."

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