Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

Chapter 628 Narrator

"Let me tell you a story as the beginning of the game. After all, this is just a pastime out of boredom."

Klein remained silent and followed Amon. After several seconds, Esther reluctantly replied, "I don't care."

Amon had anticipated such an unexpected reaction. At least, there was no disappointment on His face—not even a trace of fake emotion. He just had a leisurely smile on his face. “Of course, this is also the first clue I have given. I am looking forward to the moment when someone can reveal the answer to the mystery.”

Although he said this, Amon turned his back, slowly backed up and continued to move forward, looking directly at the two of them. The smiling look in his eyes slightly pricked Klein's spiritual intuition. The threat implied in Amon's words was obviously not a good thing.

Esther took two quick steps and caught up with Amon: "Is it related to Dazhibog? Just a reminder, it's better not to talk about him casually..."

"Oh, you still care about this?" Amon glanced at Esther in surprise, "But I already know what you are hiding."

Esther was stunned for a moment, and countless thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant, but she was not sure what Amon knew, so she could only shake her head blankly: "Haha, I really don't know about this..."

Esther fell behind by two steps and retreated to Klein's side, following his pace and moving forward. It was not until Klein cleared his throat that the slightly depressed lady turned her head to the side.

Klein's face showed that subtle worry again: "Don't worry about me."

"How can I not worry..."

Before Esther could finish her mumbling, Klein took a deep breath and interrupted her as if he had made up his mind. “What I mean is, if you decide to use this opportunity to escape, don’t worry about me. I have other ways to protect myself.”

"It's a lie," Amon poked through the window paper lightly, and even laughed maliciously, "Don't worry, He will definitely be able to hear it. Don't you know that He has some special 'little abilities'?"

Esther glared at Amon, who was about to say something. After a brief thought, she pinched the head of the skylark in her arms twice. After the bird pecked at her finger in protest, Esther did not feel any more resistance, and successfully took the reluctant Norns out of her arms.

Klein understood what Esther meant instantly and tacitly accepted the entrustment. He spread his hands and took the bird, which had no right to choose where to go. Norns flapped its wings twice in Klein's palm, but it did not fly. When it turned back to look at its deliverer, its pitiful eyes did not move Esther.

Esther just gave it a wry smile: "Remember your original mission? Keep going."

Norns chirped softly and allowed Klein to imitate Esther and put himself in the outer pocket of his clothes. Under Amon's meaningful gaze, the skylark did not try to communicate with Esther, but quickly retracted its head and quietly pretended that it did not exist.

Klein patted his pockets twice to appease the aggrieved bird, then looked up at Amon, who had been backing up and observing the two of them. "What do you want to say?"

"It's not long, just a story..."

When Esther first heard the melancholy in Amon's voice, she thought it was related to the Glorious Era of the Third Age, but she soon realized that she did not understand what Amon was talking about.

"The world was destroyed by a disaster. Among the remaining ruins, fate and change are rolling dice in the mist of history to decide who will be the controller of the next game..."

Klein glanced at Esther from the corner of his eye. Seeing the confusion on her face, which was similar to his own, the inquiry in his heart quickly settled down. It was obvious that Esther didn't know what Amon was talking about, which made the credibility of the "story" even lower. Although Esther was confused, she always felt that she shouldn't be so confused. She had some guesses about the "fate and changes" in the story.

Esther turned her head and glanced at Klein. He seemed to be listening to Amon's story very attentively, carefully analyzing the clues in it.

But is there really any key clue here? Esther didn't think so. From the beginning, she suspected that Amon was deliberately delaying time - He was distracted by doing other things, so there was such an unnecessary and stupid thing as a three-day deadline.

Esther didn't want to go along with Amon's wishes, but looking at Klein's expression, it seemed that he really took this "bet" seriously.

A soft glow appeared on Amon's fingertips, circling around his fingertips like a firefly, and in the center of the light was a constantly rotating dice phantom.

This action made Esther frown, but Amon didn't care about her reaction and continued:
"It was an impure gamble, but it still had a result in the end. The winner passed through the fog, walked before the Creator of the entire world, and put forward his own request."

Esther's brows furrowed even more tightly: "So who wins? This should be the most crucial point, right?"

Amon's suspenseful smile naturally made Him look even more annoying: "So who is it? Is it fate or change that came before the Creator of the World? No one knows."

Esther was so angry that her teeth itched and she shook her head vigorously: "I think you are talking nonsense again..."

Amon refuted her quite reasonably: "I said from the beginning that this is just a story. Instead of arguing with me about whether this story is true or not, you should think about what information I have hidden in it."

"If you care, I can tell your fortune."

Klein said this, and casually grabbed the air, and the historical projection popped up. The coin continued to fly upwards, spinning under the gazes of the three people, but at the moment when Klein was about to catch it, a chaotic gray mist floated up in front of him, almost making Klein think that he was about to be pulled up to the palace.

Chaotic mumblings poured out noisily, drowning out Klein's ears. The nervous whisper asked:
"Klein...Klein? Are you okay?"

"I...it's okay."

The distracted look on Klein's face disappeared in an instant, but he did not see where the coin went. The historical projection had dissipated, and Klein simply gave up the idea of ​​using the real object for divination again.

This was a warning, he thought clearly.

He looked ahead and Amon stopped walking backwards. He saw Klein looking at him. His cold black eyes did not change. He just nodded at him.

For some reason, Klein always felt that Amon's actions contained a kind of admiration and ridicule for those who came later, as if He was standing on the top of a mountain, arrogantly looking down at the climbers on the hillside.

Klein had another guess. Was the gray fog's reaction the first clue?