Lord of the Mysteries Chapter 41: New journey

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In a room in an abandoned castle, the sunlight penetrated through the gaps of the heavy curtains and shone on a dark coffin.

Suddenly, the lid of the coffin made a sound of Zaza, and moved slowly to the side.

With a bang, it fell to the ground.

After another few seconds, Ards Eiges sat up, his expression quite blank.

At this time, he was wearing a loose pajama popular in Ruen in previous years, just like the nobleman who woke up in his manor.

After a while, Ards narrowed his eyes slightly, looking confused, wondering who he was and looked around.

He then saw the bright sunlight penetrating through the gap, saw the floating dust in the sunlight, and saw a letter scattered on the table, the ground, and beside the coffin lid.

They are like giant snowflakes, covering half of it here.

Ards walked out of the coffin, stooped with doubt, picked up a letter, opened it and read it.

Reading, the blankness on his face disappeared, as if remembering many past events.

Ards immediately found a chair to sit down and let all the letters fly to the front, overlapping like a peak.

He opened it one by one and read it one by one. He paused in the middle sometimes, thinking for a long time, as if he was thinking about something seriously.

The sunlight passing through the gap between the curtains slowly dimmed, and after a long time, it shone in again.

At this time, Ards finally read all the letters and completed long-term thinking like "meditation" again and again.

He glanced at all the letters that had been stacked on the table and sighed slowly and long.

Next, he turned to find the letter paper, pen and usable ink, and gently wrote:

"...I have woken up and received all your letters. They remind me of who I am, who you are, and many of the past.

"No matter how complicated or wonderful your experience is, it's beyond my imagination, and it makes me seem to want to understand some of the previous questions.

"From these letters, I can feel your happiness, your fatigue, your hope for life, and your heavy responsibility on your shoulders.

"I can probably guess the reason why you made that choice in the end, if it was me, it is likely that you will not be so determined.

"You were a Guardian from the beginning, from imitating others to being imitated.

"Next, I will start a journey to trace more of the past and witness the changes in this world.

"You seem to be asleep, but it doesn’t matter, I will write to tell you the interesting things, interesting customs and interesting people I met.

"I think that it should be possible to send these letters to you by sacrifice..."

The golden nib reflects the sunlight and slides rustlingly on the white paper, constantly writing more content.

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Beckland, in a sunlit house in a townhouse.

Melissa walked in with a little girl clearly under ten years old.

"Aunt, aunt, why is this here?" the little girl asked doubtfully. "The stories I listened to were all held in the basement of a mysterious ceremony."

Hair up, Melissa wearing glasses smiled and smiled:

"That is an irregular mysticism ceremony."

She then pointed to the altar set in front and the candlelight that had not been lit:

"You can start."

"Really?" The little girl looked sideways at the bright sunlight shining through the window. "Do you want to draw the curtains?"

"No, this is fine." After Melissa replied, the smiling looks at little girl was not skillful, imitating the way she usually held ceremonies.

During this process, she vocalized from time to time, even doing the work herself, and finally let the little girl complete the pre-ceremony.

"Okay, follow me." Melissa took a deep breath, his expression gradually settled.

"Uh huh." The little girl also tried to make herself serious.

Melissa looked at the candlelight of the altar for a few seconds and spoke slowly, saying with ancient Hermes language:

"Fool of another era..."

"The catching water is just a matter of fun..." The little girl never learned ancient Hermes language. Although she tried her best to imitate her aunt, she still didn't know what she was talking about.

"Mysterious Ruler of Above the Grey Mist..." Melissa continued to say.

"Ghost fractures and drops of holy honey to cook debts..." the little girl followed seriously.

"King of Yellow and Black that controls the luck..." After Melissa read the sentence, the top candlelight did not wait for the little girl to imitate, and it swelled to the size of the head of human race.

In this huge fire, a vaguely tentacle with a vague pattern, but unclearly stretched out, hesitated and moved extremely slowly.

The little girl froze for a moment, and suddenly backed away, hiding behind her aunt.

Melissa pursed her lips and said with a smile in her soft face:

"Don't be afraid, say hello to him."

The little girl leaned her head timidly from behind her aunt, and saw the terrible, slippery tentacles gently shaking in the bright sunlight shining through the window, as if wiping off the dust or waving at herself.

"Go, don't be afraid." Melissa repeated again.

The little girl finally found courage and stood in front of the altar.

She creaked some invented mantras, then smiled sincerely and raised her palms upward.

The hidden greasy tentacles of the pattern stopped for a few seconds, seeming to be hesitant and rusty.

Then it lifted up slightly, curled up slightly, and landed inch by inch.

In the sunshine, it tapped with that little palm.

(End of the book)

PS: The feeling of being hollowed out, I will finish my speech tomorrow at noon