Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

"Things seem to be more troublesome than I thought..."

Amon tapped the edge of the lens, with an intriguing look of deep thought.

Esther shuddered subconsciously. She had a very uncomfortable premonition. Although it could not be said to be a warning of crisis, she always felt extremely uneasy from a certain point in time.

So the moment she heard Amon's words, Esther's instinctive reaction was: "What bad things are you thinking about again!?"

Amon said calmly: "It's not me, it's Adam."

Hearing Him say this name so calmly, Klein felt uneasy. Amon did not call the name of this "audience" so bluntly before, probably because he did not want to attract attention, but Amon said it deliberately now...

Klein had to agree with Esther's words. Amon must be thinking of some tricks again, planning to set a trap for the two of them.

Amon tilted his head and thought for a moment before he smiled happily: "Now it seems that His meaning is very clear. The decision on this matter is entirely up to me - in this case, I will give you the third clue."

"Wait! What about the second clue?"

Although Esther said that she did not intend to follow Amon's rules of the game, she was still curious about it. When she noticed that this was the "third clue", she immediately protested.

Klein was able to follow Amon's train of thought and explained to Esther softly: "He has actually shown us the second clue. If my guess is correct, something should have happened during this period... but it didn't."

Amon smiled at the two of them: "Today is a very good Monday."

Esther glared at Him before turning to Klein: "Are you saying that something might have happened at the party?"

"No, the strange thing is that nothing happened. This is a clear indication of the second clue, right?"

Amon saw Klein staring at him and just shrugged: "It seems that you two won't believe my answer, so just confirm your current understanding."

Esther and Klein looked at each other, and no one spoke.

Amon paused for a few seconds. Seeing that the two really didn't react, the idea of ​​keeping the secret disappeared. He led the two people forward and continued:

"For the rest, you can take it seriously or just listen to it as a story. Also, you can ask questions. There's no need to be so reserved."

"It can't be helped. Your integrity is in the eyes of most people."

Esther muttered softly. Klein heard it clearly. He curled his lips subconsciously. When Esther interrupted him, he seemed more relaxed, at least on the surface.

Amon was also a little helpless. He thought his attitude was gentle and kind enough, but Esther always managed to arouse the vigilance of the "little friend" through her words, which made Amon's intention to actively investigate fall through. Whether Esther did it intentionally or unintentionally, she did make the matter more complicated.

Amon carefully pondered his next plan, and sent a few unlucky clones to do the real work, gathering the clues at hand, and then turned back to the current "small game", and continued to talk with two minds:

"Okay, okay, who made me a 'thief'... If this story sounds very confusing, that's normal, I just talk about whatever comes to my mind, right?"

Klein saw Amon looking at him, of course he didn't say anything, even Esther didn't understand Amon's deep smile, she simply waved at Amon: "Whatever you say, anyway, we don't know, and now we can't find anyone to verify what you said."

"Yeah, I also want to find someone to verify this story..."

Amon's voice only lowered for a moment, and then it was painted with infectious joy again, as if the melancholy that Esther noticed was just an illusion. Esther didn't think that "He" would really have such emotions. She knew too well the nature of Amon's indifferent temperament. Esther made up her mind and decided to put aside her momentary confusion.

"I'm actually very interested in history, because there are so many true and false lies entangled together. Digging out the real past from them is also a very suitable way of playing 'decryption'... Of course, the greatest fun is often concentrated in the puzzles covered by the fog."

Esther frowned again. When she stood beside Amon and heard Him speak, this almost became her conditioned reflex, even though she didn't hear what Amon was hinting at.

Unlike Esther's alert but confused thinking, when the two words "history" and "fog" appeared in the same sentence, Klein had already followed Amon's meaning and even glanced at Esther next to him with his peripheral vision - she was staring at Amon with a distressed face.

Mystery, Sefirah Castle, so this is also something related to the previous clues? Klein took a deep breath silently, calmed down his heartbeat that wanted to speed up, and ignored the faint restlessness of his spiritual intuition.

Amon tapped the edge of his lens and said, "I have seen many mythical creatures. In that era which is very distant to you, most of the races that exist today regard the 'gods' as their origins. Some of these gods are indeed related by blood to their descendants, but others are not. When disasters occur frequently, no one will pay special attention to this matter. After all, survival is the instinct of life."

He blinked, and a rather sly smile appeared behind the lens: "And those who are truly capable of investigating the origin of extraordinary characteristics remain silent about this..."

Esther moved her fingers uncomfortably, interrupting Amon's narration: "No."

"Huh? What do you want to say?"

When Klein also turned around, Esther was a little embarrassed: "Maybe, I mean, maybe it has something to do with me? Although I only have a little impression, Zoya seems to have talked about something with Dazhberg."

"Then tell me the part you can remember."

Esther tried hard to remember, and gently poked her forehead with her thumb: "Then you have to let me think about it, this is not my personal matter, it should involve a lot of their situations. My memory cannot To be honest, I always feel...yes, there should be some memories that are not here, but I don't know where..."

Klein noticed Amon's eagerness to try, and simply wanted to stop Esther from continuing to recall: "Wait, Esther, you--"

But the moment he tried to make a sound, Klein felt that his call was dissolving in his throat, and no sound could be heard.

Klein's eyes widened in disbelief. The information his senses could receive was becoming more and more erratic, and Esther's voice also became hollow and sluggish, but it still vaguely surrounded his ears:

"What's more, we all agreed to hide this matter because Dazhbog and Him are..."

"Crack!"

A crisp round of applause completely shattered the hazy dream.

When Amon closed his palms, he let out a low laugh: "This little trick——"

Before He could finish his words, with a loud noise, a huge wolf head with bloody flesh and rotten white bones suddenly emerged from below and closed up where the black robe was flying with the air current.

Like a dove.

It's almost lifeless.