Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

Chapter 651 Tourists
"You don't need to think that far ahead."

Esther disagreed with Klein's words. She was quiet for a while, as if trying to shake off the worries in her heart: "This is the most suitable path. We have made a decision, and there is no room for further trial and error."

This was not just her own judgment, but the fact that all beings who knew about the apocalypse were plotting the birth of a new old day, and one of the most suitable candidates, favored by fate, was standing in front of Esther, looking back at her with a compassionate expression.

Esther's initial hesitation to explain to Klein, after weighing the various forces, vanished. Why did Klein have such an expression on his face?
“I saw many people at His door, all kinds of people. The state looked more like incubation than survival…” Klein hardened his heart, his hand pressed against his chest. Now that Norns was no longer curled up there, he felt as if he were pressing down on some unseen emptiness.

"I don't even know what to call them. Are they also candidates? Like 'Zhou Mingrui' and 'Li Xing'?"

He didn't finish his sentence—or was it that those people, him and her, were originally "creations" hatched from a cocoon?
This conjecture is quite cruel, but every time Klein thinks of that "mysterious" gaze, this thought pops into his head.

Ais didn't speak for a moment. She subconsciously wrapped her arms around herself, and even through the fabric, she could feel goosebumps rising on her skin.

Overwhelmed by an unknown source of fear, she chose to speak the truth frankly:
"Just like you are now, everyone is a 'historical projection' from a complete person, and spirituality is the carrier that stabilizes this projection. So before the appropriate time, they should be placed in the place where the historical projection is most stable, otherwise they will dissipate."

Klein was relieved to receive a better answer to his question than he had expected.

Esther continued, "Only at the point where the two worlds merge can we intervene in the real world. Besides, because the 'original body' has disappeared, these projections have now become themselves, you…"

You are the same way.

Esther didn't finish her sentence, as that would have been tantamount to sentencing Klein's "past" to death, and she instinctively felt resistance.

"Actually, I've had some doubts lately, wondering if I'm the bait that's been thrown out to lure you in, because His attitude is just too strange."

Norns shifted awkwardly on Esther's shoulder, words Klein had never told it. Esther realized this too—the person before her, who should have been so familiar, was undergoing a change she could no longer control.

She didn't feel disappointed; instead, she laughed at Klein's worried expression, which turned his worried look into confusion.

Esther shook her head solemnly: "I don't know. Given His style, it's certainly possible that He would set up such a deception. But you've also noticed that His attitude is very strange... So, based on my intuition, this might be the final result He wants. At least the current situation is partly within His expectations."

Klein pondered for a moment before offering his judgment: "Yes, it's not quite the same as your situation. By capturing such a spiritually charged historical projection, does He want to amplify and reclaim His own humanity?"

As he spoke, he himself became somewhat puzzled: "There's another very subtle issue."

Because he himself was a "diviner," Klein was better able to understand the essence of projection. He couldn't imagine that a historical projection could become a carrier of some kind of humanity. It was like taking something out of a painting of food, which was not feasible from the most basic level of rules.

Esther paused for a moment before whispering, "Spirituality is the key, because spirituality is also part of the 'New World,' so it may have an effect on Him, helping Him to penetrate the repulsive force of the New World against Him."

Would it really work? Klein saw no possibility of this approach being feasible; he could only attribute it to his own insufficient sequence level. According to Esther, this was essentially "Mystery" killing off another version of itself in the new world to create a new vessel.

Just to continue surviving in this world? He was almost overcome with a tasteless pity.

Klein gave a slight smile, but his eyes showed a visible weariness: "Sometimes I feel like I'm really unlucky."

Esther patted him on the shoulder: "No, think about the situation up there, and there are so many people with you."

A completely unconvincing reassurance.

The two stared at each other in silence for a moment, then simultaneously took a step forward.

Someone is approaching, whether intentionally or unintentionally, so this is no longer a good place to continue chatting.

"Should we go see someone? This place is so desolate, there isn't even a bird in sight."

When the lark on her shoulder let out a strange cry, Esther raised her hand and tapped its head.

“Go ahead, I’ve been wanting to see what they do after they get here.”

Klein had nothing to be afraid of, because he was now just a "historical projection"—he even curled his lip at the pun he had come up with.

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New Bayam rarely welcomes travelers who lack a clear destination.

Regardless of how the outside world describes the growth of the peninsula from Bayam as a miracle or a rumor, it does not change the fact that the "new island" is still in a semi-closed state.

Most people come here with ulterior motives, often acting on behalf of some official organization to learn about, contact, seek benefits, or uncover the truth. The local garrison's checkpoints mostly restrict the exit of those unfamiliar giants, but do not prevent people from heading towards the new island; they merely monitor and record people's movements.

Only a few of the Storm Church's scapegoats knew about their extra mission; the church's leadership did not trust the newly established church and did not participate in any "friendly communication" with the Night Church.

The inevitable destruction weighed heavily on the shoulders of these unwitting officials, whose nerves were on edge more than the average person's. This hostility would also be noticed by the people on the "New Island."

No matter how safe the new land was, it didn't make them lose their vigilance. Even after leaving the night, which could cause strange occurrences, the patrol rotation system was roughly retained, only they no longer had to face the danger of attacks at any time.

People come into this area from time to time. Whether intentional or not, the survivors who want to make this place their new home are willing to interact with them in a friendly manner. They are also eager to learn more about this world under the sun.

Of course, learning the common languages ​​of various countries had already become an urgent lesson from day one. So when the patrol team heard footsteps coming from the forest, they instinctively looked towards the member of the team who spoke Bayam's common language best. The two strangers opposite them did not appear to be residents of the new island; their clothing and appearance were more similar to those of the people of Bayam. Therefore, the patrol members from Silver City instinctively felt that it would be most convenient for Joshua, who knew the most common languages, to negotiate with them.

Before the young man could react, Esther spoke first: "Hello, we are from the outside world. If you would like, could you tell us how to get around? I've heard that this place is open to the public and that it's a 'miracle island'."

Esther spoke Old Fussac, so there was no communication barrier between them. Such flattering words easily won people's favor.

The gentle voice immediately made the members of the patrol team feel a sense of familiarity, as if they had seen her somewhere before—but when they tried to recall, they had no specific memory of her, and their vague wariness quickly dissipated.

Klein didn't move. He noticed that the patrolmen had small bags woven from black grass hanging on their bodies. Even though it was daytime and the sunlight was filtering through the trees, completely obscuring the faint light coming from the small bags, Klein would have had a hard time mistaking them.

He glanced at Esther, who was taking the initiative to communicate with the other party, and a smile appeared in his eyes. He followed quietly behind her, just like a tourist who didn't understand much of the ancient Fusak language, listening to Esther chatting with the patrolling half-giants.

Because most of the people there are extraordinary, the patrol teams in Silver City usually have nothing to worry about. They have already been informed of the basic situation outside, and their protective light has not shown any abnormalities, which means that the other party is "safe".

Although Joshua didn't become the translator, his naturally extroverted personality allowed him to take the lead in explaining the conversation. He was also the strongest member of the team, but Esther had already taken control of the team's conversation.

She introduced Joshua and his group to the concept of "nation" and the characterization of the "seven true gods," and then learned from them that the inhabitants of the new island were composed of people from three cities, and that residents of the same city still habitually lived together.

When he heard these young people praising the messenger of the "Fool" and recounting how He left a door to the light, leading them to a new land bathed in sunlight, Klein merely curled his lip, suppressing all his complex emotions in silence.

“We’re already building a new church,” Joshua said, his face full of anticipation. “It’s a very serious project, but thankfully the messenger of God arrived in time and is helping us plan the design of the new church. He even suggested that we stay here as well…”

Joshua suddenly stopped talking, seemingly realizing that he had gone a bit too far.

Esther's eyes flickered: "A messenger of the gods? Was it sent by that 'Fool'?"

"He came from somewhere in Lune, well, all I know is that he came to visit at the same time as people from another church," these are not secrets, in fact, almost everyone knows, "the elders announced this to everyone at the assembly, saying that they had prayed to 'The Fool' to verify his identity."

Esther barely managed to avoid glancing at Klein beside her, and asked with genuine curiosity, "Is it possible for us to have a look around?"

Even after chatting for a while, Joshua remained quite rational when the topic of building a new church came up: "No, I'm sorry, but we shouldn't go near there without the elders' permission."

Joshua's tone quickly lightened again: "But once the church is built, we would also welcome you and your friends to come and listen to the teachings of the 'Fool,' or the epic of the Creator, as long as it doesn't contradict your beliefs..."

It doesn't contradict anything at all, but it's a little funny.

Esther did indeed laugh, nodding happily. "I would be delighted! But you just mentioned the epic of the Creator?"

“That was the faith of Silver City in the past. The divine messenger told the elders that we could continue that history.” Joshua also smiled, the bitter memories buried beneath the vibrant hope. “So if someone is unwilling to follow the ‘Fool,’ He doesn’t care that there are two churches on the new island at the same time.”

Esther narrowed her eyes slightly, skillfully concealing her surprise: "How tolerant..."

Does He not need an anchor?
If it were truly unnecessary, then He wouldn't have rushed to bring out the residents of several cities in the Forsaken Lands before Klein's advancement. Instead, He was willing to preserve His faith in Darzhiborg.
Esther suddenly turned her head away. She didn't look at Klein, but instead looked eastward—the ocean, stained with divine blood, churned ceaselessly, and the corpse of "God" still blocked the cracks, sealing the old world and the primordial spirit.

Klein also looked in that direction, but after a moment's glance at the grove of trees, he subtly withdrew his gaze, his spiritual warning failing to register. He didn't know what Esther was looking at; he was simply following her with habitual alertness.

Klein also didn't want to run into that "messenger of the gods." He was almost certain that the other party had some connection with the "old mystery," and that things like landing on the island and building a church might have been done on orders.

Klein can use the historical projection to escape, but Esther can't guarantee that, so it's best not to cause any trouble on the island.

Joshua misunderstood Esther's words and proudly described how safe the vegetation on the new island was, and how there were hardly any wild animals nearby, as if he were afraid that this friendly lady would be frightened away by something.

“We’ve arrived. This is the southernmost village on our new island. We’ll call it ‘Border City’ for now.”

Esther continued to smile and nod. She could understand; Joshua's introduction was pretty much what she had expected. This was the most bustling place at the junction of the old and new islands, hence the name.

However, the smile on her face gradually faded after she saw the stone tablet at the entrance of the village.

It has nothing to do with the stone tablet itself; it's merely a marker with a name engraved on it.

However, a man stood to the side, his back to the woods from which the group had emerged. His suit was wrinkled, and he held a cigarette with a flickering glow, the pale gray smoke rising, swirling, and spreading around him.

The man was looking up at the rock that, apart from being enormous, had no other distinguishing features.

"It is the divine messenger."

Esther heard Joshua say this.

Klein also recognized the person's back. He paused only slightly before continuing to walk forward while Esther hesitated.

When Banabé turned around, the cigarette in his hand trembled slightly and went out, the scorching gray smoke dissipating from his consciousness.

Happy Halloween everyone!