Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

Downstream of the Tussock River, the moment Klein stepped into the mausoleum and passed through the illusory gate, his spiritual intuition responded.

The dark church with circling crows stood in front of him, its doors open, welcoming his arrival.

As soon as he lost contact with the secret doll, Klein stretched out his right hand and dragged out a projection of the "Mercury Snake" from the void. Will Auceptin had promised to help and fulfilled his promise. He raised his red eyes condescendingly and bit his own tail.

Under the cover of "restart", Klein quickly retreated to the outside of the mausoleum and activated "teleportation" to another secret mausoleum of George III.

He did not expect the assassination of "Judgment" and "Magician" to have any effect, and he could even say that he allowed them to take a huge risk to divert attention.

After all, it was an assassination of the king in public. Klein had read the memories of many people since he was sleeping in the light cocoon of the dreamland. With this foundation, he made many attempts and successfully pulled the projection of the long-range sniper rifle out of the historical gap, made it into a special talisman, and handed it to "Judgment" as another layer of insurance.

An event like "the king being assassinated" would inevitably bring chaos. If the important promotion ceremony was disrupted, George III would no longer be indifferent - he would at least postpone the idea of ​​drinking the potion. The king's temporary abandonment of the idea of ​​promotion was the opportunity Klein wanted.

Actually, this matter was simple. Klein wanted to help Russell.

If the "Black Emperor" had not been born, Huang Tao would still have a glimmer of hope. Klein was truly grateful to this "senior time traveler" who had left a diary. Since there was such an opportunity to repay him, Klein did not mind taking the risk to do something.

At least Bernadette can take advantage of this opportunity to get promoted, which is also a substantial benefit. Klein just wants to do his part.

Even though he knew in his heart that this was a very, very difficult thing to do, if he didn't do it, he might not even have a chance to say a word to Huang Tao.

Previously, Zaratul had also pulled up the historical projection of Roselle’s “Knowledge Emperor” period…

Klein shook his head silently and drove away the distracting thoughts in his mind. What happened next went smoothly. As planned, under the cover of secrecy, he successfully destroyed the mausoleum.

At this moment, a sharp bird cry traveled through time and space and suddenly rang in Klein's ears.

The fabricated dream was suddenly shattered. The memory of sneaking into the mausoleum safely without any hindrance was still lingering in Klein's mind, separated from reality.

Klein stopped outside the cliff and saw a white-haired old man standing on the platform outside the wide and deep entrance of the mausoleum. He was wearing a very classic and simple gray robe. He looked more like a portrait full of age than the guardian of the mausoleum.

However, the Guardian's reaction to the visitor was not very enthusiastic. He just looked a little happy after being surprised, with the usual tolerance of an elder looking at a younger person. His ancient Feysac language was awkward but natural, unlike the stereotyped tone of ordinary people:
"Oh? Not only can you keep the surprise, but you can also ruin my dream."

Klein replied very honestly: "That was not what I did."

"Really? That's very interesting."

This ordinary-looking old man didn't seem to want to take action. If he were sitting on a recliner, sleeping under a tree and basking in the sun, it might be more in line with his peaceful and stable temperament. But Klein knew that the person who could instantly make him fall into a dream was most likely a demigod of the audience sequence, at least a "dream weaver" of sequence three, or even an angel. This kind of temperament is more of a precipitation - the old appearance can be completely disguised, and the appearance of a high-ranking person has nothing to do with strength and status. Klein has learned this from countless people.

“Then I guess you have things to do too.” The old man said kindly, just staying where he was and waiting for Klein to take action.

Is this friendly attitude also a form of psychological warfare? Is He waiting for me to let down my guard?
Klein took out the silver harmonica without hesitation, put it close to his lips, and called for reinforcements from the special "messenger".

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On the outskirts of Backlund, "Relic No. 1".

Prince Grove was still dressed in luxurious and eye-catching clothes, his body floating in the air. The mausoleum behind him was safe and sound under strict protection, while the intruder who overestimated his own capabilities had been deprived of several abilities and was covered with scars from the "whipping".

Prince Grove looked at the blood-soaked witch and didn't understand why she was so stubborn. It was not easy to be promoted to a demigod. Few extraordinary people outside the witch sect would take so long on this path. However, Prince Grove did not have time to confirm this. It was obvious that once he left, the witch would destroy this place without hesitation.

She was clearly on the verge of death, but she stubbornly held on and never really fell down, leaving no chance at all - this inevitably made Prince Grove feel vaguely provoked, because if she had been a little slower or made some omission, the battle would have ended with the outcome already determined.

There is a clear gap in strength between the two of them, so why is she so lucky that she can always keep a chance of life?

This thought came to his mind naturally, but for Prince Grove, it was not reasonable to have wild thoughts during a battle, so he naturally became alert to this.

"So, is this good luck?" An extremely unusual voice appeared nearby, so leisurely and untimely compared to the fierce battle before.

When Prince Grove looked up, he saw a curly-haired young man wearing a black classical robe.
The other party had no sense that he should not be here. He just bowed respectfully to the guardian of the mausoleum - especially the kind of greeting that the nobles of the Fourth Epoch used to do. However, the playful smile on his face did not show that he was truly happy about the meeting between the two parties.

The monocle on the young man's right eye has become his most iconic feature.

Seeing the other party at this time, Prince Grove couldn't help but feel a headache, but as one of the famous Grand Dukes of the Tudor Empire, it was not surprising that Amon knew how to enter the secret tombs of these blood emperors.

In fact, this Amon clone was playing with the crystal ball that circled the skylark in his hand, and he was not in a good mood. He saw the witch with a bit of wonderful fate, and of course he also observed the residual influence on her. He knew in his heart that he was misled.

"Then you continue--"

Amon rolled his eyes, and just as he was about to leave with a smile, he noticed that the witch was kissing the sapphire ring in her hand. (End of this chapter)