Lord of the Mysteries v8c41 - Tencent MTL

Lord of the Mysteries v8 Chapter 41 A New Journey

In a room in an abandoned castle, the sun shines through the cracks in the thick curtains and shines on a dark coffin.

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

With a bang, it fell to the ground.

A few seconds later, Azek. Argus sat up with a dazed expression.

At this time, he was dressed in Roon's loose pajamas that had been popular a few years ago, just like an aristocrat waking up in his own manor.

After a pause, Azke narrowed his eyes slightly, looking around with a bewildered look of who he was.

Then he saw the sun shining through the cracks, the dust floating in the sun, and the letters scattered on the table, on the floor, and beside the lid of the coffin.

They are like giant snowflakes, covering a small part of the place.

Azek came out of the coffin, stooped suspiciously to pick up a letter and opened it.

As he read it, the daze on his face disappeared, as if he remembered many things of the past.

Azek immediately found a chair to sit down and let all the letters fly in front of him, overlapping like peaks.

He opened one letter after another, one letter after another, pausing and meditating for a long time, as if remembering something seriously.

The sun slowly dimmed through the cracks in the curtains, and after a long time, it shone in again.

At this time, Azek finally finished reading all the letters and finished meditating for a long time again and again.

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

Then he rummaged out the writing paper, pen, and available ink, and wrote gently:

". I have woke up and received all your letters, which remind me of who I am, who you are, and a lot of the past.

"your experience, no matter how complex or wonderful, is beyond my imagination, and it makes me seem to have figured out some of the previous questions.

"from these letters, I can feel your happiness, your tiredness, your hope for life and the heavy responsibility you put on your shoulders.

"I can probably guess why you finally made that choice, and if it were me, I might not be able to make up my mind.

"from the beginning, you have been a guardian, from imitating others to being imitated.

"next, I will begin a journey to pursue more of the past and witness changes in the world.

"you seem to be in a deep sleep, but it doesn't matter. I will write to you about interesting things, interesting customs and interesting people I have met.

"I think these letters can be sent to you by sacrifice."

The golden tip of the pen reflects the sun and rustles on the white paper, writing more and more.

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Beckland, a tanning house in a townhouse.

Melissa walked in with a little girl who was obviously less than ten years old.

"Auntie, why here?" The little girl asked questioningly, "the stories I heard were all mysterious rituals held in the basement."

Melissa, with her hair rolled up and glasses, smiled and said:

"it was an informal occult ritual."

Then she pointed to the altar and the unlit candle in front of her and said:

"you may begin."

"really?" The little girl looked sideways at the bright sunshine shining out of the window. "do you want it? do you want to close the curtains?"

"No, it's fine." After Melissa answered, she smiled and looked at the little girl unskillfully and clumsily imitating the way she usually held the ceremony.

In this process, she gave guidance from time to time, and even did it herself, and finally let the little girl complete the front of the ceremony.

"all right, repeat after me." Melissa took a breath and her expression gradually settled.

"mm-hmm." The little girl also tried to make herself look serious.

Melissa looked at the candlelight of the altar for a few seconds, spoke slowly, and read in ancient Hermes:

"fools who do not belong to this era."

"the language of catching water leads to a single drop of joy." The little girl had never learned Guhemis at all, and although she was trying to imitate her aunt, she still didn't know what she was talking about.

"the mysterious master above the gray fog." Melissa went on reading.

"Ghost fractures, injuries, holy honey, boiled debts." The little girl followed solemnly.

"the king of yellow and black who is in charge of good luck." After Melissa read every sentence, the candle at the top expanded to the size of a human head without waiting for the little girl to imitate.

In this huge firelight, a slippery tentacle with a vaguely strange pattern, but people can not see clearly, hesitantly stretched out, and the action was extremely slow.

The little girl froze for a moment, backed back and hid behind her aunt.

Melissa pursed her lips and said with a soft smile:

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

Timidly, the little girl poked her head out from behind her aunt and saw the terrible, slippery tentacle shaking gently in the bright sunshine outside the window, as if wiping off the dust and waving to herself.

"go ahead, don't be afraid." Melissa repeated it again.

The little girl finally plucked up her courage and stood in front of the altar.

She muttered some of the mantras she had invented, then smiled sincerely and raised her hand upward.

The slippery tentacles of the hidden pattern paused for several seconds, seeming hesitant and rusty.

Then it lifted gently, curled up slightly, and landed inch after inch.

In the sun, he clapped with the little palm of his hand.

(the end of the book).

The feeling that PS: has been hollowed out will be finished at noon tomorrow.