Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

Chapter 642 A humble person
People who should have died were saved, and people who were going to disappear tried hard to live after their fate was cut off.

Klein has seen what Esther has done. He has discerned the traces of distorted history. Whenever he thinks of the people he once knew and remembers the moments he had interacted with them, he would feel an inexplicable warmth that would dispel the coldness brought by his extraordinary power.

This left him with an extremely firm confidence, knowing that there were two people walking side by side on this road, and this sense of peace of mind could not be shaken.

Regardless of whether there will be disagreements along this road, Klein is no longer afraid.

However, contrary to him, Nornes did not think so - everything destiny desired had a price, and now, "Merlin Hermes", who should not have appeared in the world, was the bell that sounded when the price passed the threshold.

It was hard for Norns to deny that he was afraid of Him. If Klein could completely become the "Lord of Mysteries", then neither Skylark nor Esther could exist stably, and Klein would not do anything. In comparison, Norns knew that he had already chosen to "betray" the spirit of the old world behind the door. It was a very sad thing to expect the mercy of a god.

Norns shook his head and decided not to argue with Klein on this issue. Instead, he reminded him again of the cruelty of reality:

"You can't count on her either - Esther may not be able to help you. Amon has used many methods to restrain or even control her. Even if she wants to contact you, it may bring danger to you."

That cheerful smiling face flashed before his eyes, and the sound of her calling his name echoed in his memory. Klein sighed softly, "I know. I don't plan to contact her either... It would also put her in danger."

He glanced at the dim star in the corner. Among the crimson star shadows, it only maintained a faint light golden glow and seemed like it would disappear at any time.

After Klein chose to smash the glass ball on the long table and release Skylark, the star quietly appeared in the corner. Because it was too inconspicuous, Klein didn't even notice it at the first time.

Such a weak connection made Klein increasingly pessimistic about Esther's situation. Although he told Norns that he "did not plan to contact her," he also worried about whether he could do anything to help her.

After hesitating for a moment, Klein's gaze turned elsewhere. He didn't need to move much now. With just a thought, the Poseidon's Scepter beside him spun a circle, and a flickering prayer emitted a sound, transmitting the news he was waiting for from the real world to the hall.

After listening to the excited words of this Sea God believer, Klein’s brows knitted tightly together:
“Of course Bayam can’t ‘grow’. That’s an island. This can only be the power of a ‘miracle master’.”

"Yes, He needs a place to accommodate the survivors of the East Continent."

Norns' words made Klein's brows relax again: "I think He is helping the people of Silver City..."

"He is not helping them. He is dealing with the 'anchor' that you are unable to help right now. It is foreseeable that He will start preaching in the near future," Norns said in an unusually serious tone. "Although you can still establish contact with these believers, if this continues-"

Klein didn't wait for Norns to finish. "The 'anchor' he left behind will also affect my self-perception. You explained the cause and effect to me."

Norns ruffled his hair nervously and turned away from Klein's calm gaze: "I'm just reminding you again."

"This is not a bad thing. Even if He doesn't do it, I will do it as soon as possible. I shouldn't let the people of Sun and Silver City down. Now He just brought the process forward... But with such a big move, isn't He afraid of attracting other people's attention?"

This was also what confused Klein the most. Merlin used the power of a miracle worker to expand Bayam and give the survivors of the God-forsaken Land a new land to settle down. This almost exposed the extraordinary power to the public. Not to mention the new church that was established later. If Merlin didn't want to be blocked, he had to at least communicate with the Orthodox Church...

Or did He already have a plan?

Recalling Merlin Hermes's strange look, Klein felt a chill down his spine, but the other party did acknowledge the existence of "Zhou Mingrui", so Klein had more confidence in his guess.

At least he knows himself.

"Nones, I need you to stay in Backlund from now on and try your best to ensure the good luck of the members of Justice. If there are any signs of Amon or Merlin appearing, you don't have to do anything, just notify me immediately."

Skylark smacked his lips. "Of course I can take care of this, but you are so determined to get rid of me, and you are going to take the risk?"

Norns's somewhat complaining words distracted Klein for a moment, but he quickly nodded:
"Yes, but the friend I'm going to meet probably won't want to see you."

Rather than using lies to evade Skylark's questions, Klein chose to tell it part of what he was going to do. As for the other part, Klein had to make a decision through divination, and he himself had no idea.

"Yes, I think the speaker of the Destiny Council will be very scared to see me... He might even hide because he foresees this meeting."

Norns's crisp laughter sounded, but it disappeared in an instant: "If you want to do something dangerous, remember to ask Him for good luck."

Klein showed a little surprise at the emotions displayed by Norns, but he didn't say anything else, just nodded silently.

Skylark's figure suddenly shattered, transforming into four rays of light wrapped in down feathers, falling toward the crimson stars, and following Klein's instructions to protect the Tarot Club members who might be in danger.

"Justice", "Magician", "Judgment", "Moon".

The reason why "Star" is not there is because he has another person's protection. However, Klein had sent a message earlier, asking "Star" to be more vigilant about the "Time Angel" that may come to the door. Old Pales will know what to do.

Klein also knew that there was another member who was in Backlund these days, but out of his spiritual intuition, he deliberately excluded the "devil" from this "protection."

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Even the flames of war could not drown out the glory of the "City of All Capitals", the pearl of Loen.

Backlund gradually came to terms with the assassination attempt on the king. The names of several culprits were printed out, and the news of their executions and the statement of Covington II's succession to the throne were published on the headlines of newspapers everywhere.

With the church's strenuous efforts to provide relief and maintain order, the unrest gradually subsided. Even though the rulers who came and went in the political center were still worried, the people living in this city still needed to continue living.

For some reason, the barbarians of Feysac did not take advantage of the aftermath of the chaos to attack the border, but instead harassed the areas adjacent to Intis. Although it did not threaten the foundation of Loen, it still delayed the army's energy, and it was far from the time to usher in peace.

Backlund only got a moment's respite, and the darkness was still waiting for the dawn.

The bells in the clock tower rang as usual, with a deeper penetration than the residents remembered. They could be heard in every neighborhood, like the few things left in the city that would not fade.

Of course, there are people who don't like these bells, such as an Intis trapped in Backlund.

No matter how long he stayed there, Barnabel was not used to or liked Backlund's clock. He did not like being in a passive situation, and he even more did not like being locked up and waiting for the verdict. No normal person would like to be locked up underground. He had been suffering for the past two days, counting the ringing of the clock to judge the passage of time.

Especially when Barnabel was inside the church, whenever he heard the bell ringing, the vibration transmitted by the building would be particularly obvious, making him feel that his internal organs were shaking and "buzzing" along with his spiritual intuition.

He dared to swear on his own extraordinary characteristics that the bell of St. Samuel's Church was not "pure" enough. It would be a joke if it did not have the effect of soothing the mind.

Soon, Barnabel felt the resentment in his heart slowly dissipate, and was replaced by a gentle and peaceful sleepiness. He exhaled heavily through his nostrils, slapped his forehead twice, and tried hard to stay awake.

The big clock chimed eight times. It should be night now...

It would be quite boring to stay in the room like this. Since the night watchmen in the Church of Night had given him the authority to move around, Barnabel would not let go of this limited freedom. At least he could exercise his body and brain to avoid rusting to death in this stone house.

The only thing that comforted Barnabe was that at least he was not the only one who stayed in these stone houses for a long time. Of course, from the point of view of being deprived of freedom of movement, Barnabe was the only one who was forced to stay here. Barnabe firmly believed that the information he had found out in the past two days was correct. The other two should be night watchmen: one retired old man, who always responded to others with a smile, showing a humorous gentlemanly demeanor; the other wore red gloves and looked quite familiar with the old man, but the young man's slightly frivolous and loose attitude always reminded Barnabe of the day when "Xingxing" first joined the Tarot Club.

Could it be such a coincidence?

Barnabel smoothed his bangs twice, casually patted his shirt twice, and then walked leisurely towards the lounge at the end of the stone corridor.

He hadn't changed his appearance in the past few days, and using his real face to stay in a church that regarded him as a pagan was no different from having a wanted poster of himself taped to the back of his head.

I'm afraid I won't be able to show my handsome looks to others anymore, which is especially regrettable for Barnabe.

Barnabe has been in confusion these days. No matter how hard he thinks, he has no clue. After all, he is a "Master of Secret Dolls". Why has he ended up like this?
He even risked being further "scrutinized" by the Night Watchers and tried dream divination, but the result he got in the end left Barnabe speechless.

There was a gap in his memory, a crack on a blank piece of paper. Barnabe could almost see through the hole and clearly see that he had stepped on someone's calculations.

The last thing Barnabel remembered was the Tarot Club. The Fool left him a special mission, asking him to go to Bayam "at the right time" - he would know the rest after he got there.

And then? He seemed to be meeting someone...did he meet someone?
Barnabe really couldn't remember. Someone had dug out his memory like digging out a cake. Damn it, the other party must be a terrible Beyonder.

After Barnabel's memory became clear again, he stood under a red moon. A lady dressed as an ascetic was staring at him with a calm and indifferent look.

The other party did not explain anything to Barnabel. After Barnabel decisively surrendered, they trapped him in the "secret" and took him directly into the underground of Saint Samuel, locking him in a cold stone house.

For some reason, this practice reminded Barnabe of the "Scorching Sun Church". They also had a similar supervision process for those sealed objects that needed to be transferred urgently.

Haha, at least the code of conduct of the Church of Night seems to be much milder, instead of just drying themselves out...

Stopping in front of a stone door with a sign saying "Lounge", Barnabe heard the laughter of a strange woman coming from inside. The door was not closed tightly, and he could barely hear the conversation inside. The old man was reminiscing about the past with the lady, and it seemed that they were talking about something related to Tingen.

There was nothing good to hear. Tingen was some distance away from Backlund. Since it was not news that could help him escape, Barnaby had no interest in continuing to pry open the door. If he was seen by others, he would appear suspicious.

Although the fact that he was a person temporarily under "investigation" was suspicious enough.

When Barnabe pushed the door open, he first took a look around the room. The two cups of coffee on the coffee table were still emitting steam, and looked like they had just been brewed. Several books were stacked next to them, and they were unchanged from the last time Barnabe saw them.

Most of the sofas or armchairs were empty, except for the two people who were sitting on a long sofa, looking at Barnaby by the door.

Generally speaking, he didn't seem to miss too many people coming to the lounge, nor did he miss too much news - Barnaby was very fortunate, after all, this was one of the few channels for him to access information from the outside world.

The lounge sounds nice, with a fireplace, coffee and tea, and even snacks and fruits that change daily, and someone comes to clean it at night. But the reality is that this damn place doesn't even have a street tabloid!

Barnaby's observation ended in just a moment. He greeted the old man first, then turned his gaze to the lady next to him:

"If I had the honor of meeting you, I would definitely be impressed. After all, a beautiful lady like you would attract attention wherever you go... You can call me Barty. I wonder if I would be a little more lucky to learn your name?"

Hearing what Barnabel said, the old man on the other end slapped his knees and laughed: "The day before yesterday it was Tom, yesterday it was Willy, and today it's Barty? Then we have to guess what your name will be tomorrow?"

Barnabel wanted to make a few more jokes, but the lady with light makeup and blue lipstick spoke before him: "Maybe tomorrow this gentleman will change his name to Barnabel, right?"

Barnaby's eager smile remained unchanged. He walked to the cupboard and took out a new cup. Then he sat down at the coffee table and poured himself a cup of hot coffee.

"It's hard to say. Barnaby sounds like a name that could easily bring bad luck. I don't like it anyway."

Old Neil picked up the coffee in front of him with a smile, picked up the book beside the armrest, and walked out directly: "It's not good to be unlucky! People always need some good luck to stay away from various dangers and live a long life..."

Seeing the old man leave directly, Barnabe was a little surprised: "Mr. Neil, is our story exchange meeting ending so early today?"

Old Neil just smiled and winked at the young people, then shook his head with a sigh. He did not answer Barnabel's words, but closed the door of the lounge for the two of them.

"Well, now that you know my name..."

His spiritual intuition jumped, and Barnabel changed the direction of the words on his lips: "I should at least listen to your purpose."

"As for your 'review', it's almost over," the beautiful lady raised her cup and raised her ring finger just right, letting the ring sparkle in the light of the oil lamp. "Soon, our professionals will be here to witness the oath of this exchange."

Barnabe grinned, and the humility he had shown in front of Old Neil disappeared immediately from his face: "I thought you were going to bury me right here."

A newspaper was handed out, and after Barnabel took it, he quickly read the message about Bayam.

It was as if the silk cloth that obscured his vision had been pulled away. Barnabel instantly knew that the moment The Fool had asked him to wait for had arrived.

"you--"

"You swore to keep it secret. What else do you want to know?"

This is a smart woman, so smart that no one wants to deal with her anymore.

Barnabel rolled his eyes in his heart and nodded calmly: "That's right, I still need to talk to the people who can really take charge of the matter."

The lady raised her eyebrows, but she didn't look angry: "Don't worry, a living Beyonder can do much more than a Sealed Object."

The implication of this statement is that it is a joke that Barnabel has no choice but to do what he wants.

Smart, but also narrow-minded.

After making such a hastily made assessment in his heart, Barnabel cleared his throat and said, "Well, if possible, I hope I won't..."

The woman interrupted him, and the smile on her lips was very gorgeous: "If you are doing well overseas, I think we will definitely meet again in the future, Mr. Barnaby."

If the Joker's ability wasn't so stable, Barnabel's expression would have been somewhat unhappy.

Very bad author.

It's also very bad... I send you my long belated blessings. I hope you all will always be childlike and cheerful, have a healthy Dragon Boat Festival without any disaster or disease, and be safe, happy and at ease.