Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

Chapter 621 Old Friend

Crow squatted on Esther's shoulder and watched her dig the ground with the dagger laboriously and then bury the glowing spores.

To be honest, such behavior is simply a waste of the simple-looking dagger in her hand, but Crow did not intend to stop Esther. He just had some doubts about it: "Why do you want to do this? You can just steal the soil and stones, and then there will be a pit."

"That would make me feel like I'm not involved," Esther said casually before digging the soil to cover the spores. "More importantly, I want to do something so I don't have to think too much and just take action..."

"It's not a bad thing to use your brain," the crow patted its wings, then glanced towards the west in surprise, "Even if you don't look for trouble, trouble will find you. Isn't this also the characteristic of 'fate'?"

Esther angrily slapped the dirt with the blade of her sword: "Of course not! I'm only in trouble because of you!"

Because of some news transmitted from the clone, the crow's black eyes blinked twice curiously: "I think it's time for you to set off. The real body won't be delayed for too long. "Him" will arrive here soon."

"Departure? What do you mean by arrival here? So you know what He is going out for?"

Esther responded to the crow's words casually, staring at the loose soil mound intently, until a light emanated from below and began to grow, then she absentmindedly stole a distance and sank into another piece of darkness, continuing to repeat the boring work of burying spores before.

The crow jumped happily on her shoulder twice: "Yes, let's go immediately! Originally I only had one surprise for you, but now it's different, there are two!"

Esther slapped her shoulder in disgust - but when her hand fell, Crow had already appeared on the other side, looking at Esther with innocent eyes.

Esther was silent for a few seconds before she shook her head. "There's a saying called 'crow's mouth'. What comes out of your mouth isn't necessarily a good thing."

"I can also turn into another bird, like an owl or something. It's not inevitable."

Esther didn't stop moving. She reached into her pocket and neatly buried another ball of spores in the pit. "I know, but when you said 'surprise', I felt that I was just frightened."

"Isn't there anyone you want to see?"

Esther froze for a moment, then continued: "Dazhibog?"

"No, Norns."

"do not know."

The crow chuckled in its heart. It caught the tension on Esther's face. She was not as indifferent as her tone showed - she had never been a "thief" who was good at lying.

Esther turned her eyes to her shoulder, her expression calm. "What are you thinking about? I must remind you once again that all destinies are connected to each other, and the outcome is already determined."

After a two-second pause, Esther's expression softened again: "This time I am not speaking from a standpoint, but from the perspective of a similar person... Don't rush to laugh at what I said. I know that you have this idea in mind when getting along with Zoya."

The crow was unusually quiet, its black eyes rolled around uncomfortably twice, and it simply threw these words to the Amons' clones. After all, the original body didn't say that the task of thinking about the reply could not be left to other Amons.

Esther was unaware of Crow's little trick, and continued the rare sincere conversation at this moment: "Impossible things are impossible. I know you are eager to be promoted, but there must be the influence of the gathering instinct. I just thought that I couldn't compete with the consciousness of the former Lord of the Spirit World..."

Having said this, Esther lowered her head and looked at the mushrooms that were glowing under the soil and beginning to emerge. However, that gentle light no longer made her feel warm. "Now I understand that Dazhibog's caution was always correct, because I am the most unnecessary 'variable'."

"An opportunity for change?" The crow tilted its head and quickly broke down the awkward phrase that Esther had uttered. "It's not a bad thing. Unexpected things are often the most interesting."

Esther couldn't help but smile sarcastically: "Even if that is your death?" The crow's white eyes twisted, and its sharp beak, which was about to open, paused for a moment, and finally said nothing.

Esther repeated the words, but changed the meaning: "Even if it means the death of everyone..."

She did not steal any more distance, but moved forward aimlessly into the depths of darkness. She stayed where she was, not knowing what she was thinking.

Crow cleared his throat, but his voice was still hoarse: "Anyway, we should set off."

This time, Esther did not refuse: "Give me the coordinates."

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"This was my father's last dream. At that time, it was right here..." Amon paused for two seconds. When Klein was worried about the indifference on his face, the "Angel of Time" smiled again, "But now I have a guess. It is Zoya's existence that made things become like this again."

Klein was not that shocked by this, but he had many questions: "Why did you say, again?"

Amon did not stop Klein from asking questions, but he did not pay attention to the question either. He just led the "Fortune Teller" who had no choice but to continue wandering in the dream until the two of them passed through a black wooden door covered with strange patterns.

Klein could see that the door frame even showed signs of melting when Amon approached, like a wax figure twisted by flames.

The dreams here...are rejecting Him?
Amon seemed to have heard what Klein was thinking. After all, someone was still in a state of deep parasitism. “The authority of dreams may seem similar, but they are not the same. They even repel each other, especially when the sources of power are different. Specifically, you can look at the difference between water, ice, and water vapor.”

“Is the Dream Realm also special?” Klein simply said what he was thinking—but he soon realized that there was some kind of interference from external forces. He would always unconsciously let down his guard when facing Amon.

"Yes, you know something about the Dreamland. Did they tell you that?"

When Amon asked back, he glanced at the skylark that was resting on Klein's shoulder. Norns subconsciously shrank his head. Only when he was close to Klein could he feel a little relieved and get rid of Amon's control over him.

"It wasn't Nornes who said it, nor was it her. I learned it from somewhere else."

Amon's dark eyes hid a deeper smile: "Mercury Snake of the School of Life? Don't be surprised. I know you are very familiar with Him."

In fact, Klein wasn't really surprised. He had once borrowed Will Auceptin to perform "Restart," so it was normal for Amon to suspect this relationship.

In front of the Giant King's Court where dusk lingered, Amon casually pushed aside the sea of ​​clouds in the valley of the mountain. An arch bridge formed by dusk stood in front of the two of them, and Klein, whose heart was becoming increasingly calm, stepped on it.

Since there was no way to avoid it, and the place ahead was a God-forsaken land, Klein could already throw away his worries. When everything came, it seemed that there was nothing he could do except face it calmly.

He did understand a little bit what Esther and Will Auceptin meant by "fate". Fate could be so indifferent to the world because everyone was a bystander to himself.

"You don't seem scared." Amon's smile always hides other meanings, making people feel that he has ulterior motives.

Klein just shook his head.

Amon felt a little bored. He adjusted his monocle and received the information from his clone: ​​"She is waiting on the other side."

Klein's courage was suddenly punctured.