Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

"By the way, although I didn't promise you before, with my help, the ship has successfully returned to reality."

Esther perked up instantly after hearing Amon's words: "You mean the 'Clover'? Vika and Matteo are back safely!?"

"Yes, since I have helped to escort them and you won't give me any reward, then I can't be doing this purely out of 'goodwill', right?" Amon shook his head, as if he was amused by his own words, "Even if I said so, would you believe it?"

Esther bluntly exposed Amon's roundabout way of thinking: "I don't believe it, so let's get straight to the point. What do you want me to do?"

Amon even seemed to think seriously for a moment before nodding his monocle with a smile: "Even if you don't agree to my request, I can't do anything to you..."

Esther rushed to interrupt Him, "But they are different. They are not high-sequence Beyonders. They are of no use to you—"

"They are already my believers." Amon tilted his head. Even though He smiled kindly at this moment, it only made Esther want to punch Him.

Esther took a breath and choked for several seconds before speaking: "So you still..."

Amon knew exactly what Esther was thinking. He spread his hands helplessly and said, "No, don't get me wrong. I didn't parasitize them. This is not what I want. It's just that they have some problems. I think it's safer to confuse the purpose of their prayers."

As long as there is no deliberate misleading, Esther's reaction speed is not slow after Amon's reminder: "You mean what they believe in is - I understand, then should I thank you?"

"You're welcome."

Esther sighed heavily. "I don't really mean to thank you. You stole the object of their prayers and directed them toward yourself... You were able to do this because you controlled the uniqueness that should have belonged to the 'Goddess of Destiny'?"

Amon suddenly shifted his gaze to the side, but no matter how silent Klein was, he couldn't eliminate his presence. After all, he couldn't become "psychologically invisible."

Amon's smile was somewhat meaningful. Although he was looking at Klein, his words were still directed to Esther: "If you are saying this to share this with your friends, then I don't mind it."

Klein no longer pretended to stay out of it. Instead, he glanced at Amon generously and said, "Yes, it doesn't matter whether you know the specific situation or not. I already know that there are some uncontrollable factors in Sefirah Castle. Besides, I don't think you will let me leave."

Such an indifferent attitude made Amon narrow his eyes slightly. He always felt that this so-called "candidate" had other reliance, but he could not see through it at all.

So Amon responded to that statement with a smile: "Yes, I won't."

A bolt of lightning pierced through the darkness, making a loud noise above their heads, ending this incoherent conversation. Esther subconsciously quickened her pace. Even though she had no idea where Amon was going, she always had an instinctive urge to escape from this situation.

On this abandoned continent, the sphere moving around Esther and the lantern in Klein's hand were more like flickering will-o'-the-wisp fires rather than lights that brought a sense of security.

Seeing Esther walking faster and faster, gradually increasing the distance between them, Amon had to speak again: "Where are you going?"

"I don't know. It depends on where you plan to 'talk'." Esther deliberately emphasized the words, making her tone sound very unfriendly.

Amon never changed his envisioned destination: "The sanctuary where my father descended."

Even in Zoya's memory, it was a place she kept away from: "You want to go there? Why? Isn't it very dangerous?"

Amon simply blocked Esther's string of words with a rhetorical question: "You don't want me to take him there?"

Klein, who was mentioned, was also helpless. He had no idea what the two were talking about, so he could only follow silently. However, he did not just listen to the conversation between the two. He kept thinking carefully about what he could do.

Just as Esther had explicitly hinted, Klein was unwilling to let things go according to Amon's expectations. If he could find a way to deviate from Amon's design, there would be nothing wrong with that.

If he took any action, Esther would definitely cooperate with him. Klein had this clear judgment in his mind.

When the three of them were silent, the long hike seemed very boring.

The shadows in the darkness were stirring, and Klein could see those floating "spiritual lines", which meant that there were a large number of inexplicable monsters lurking outside his observation range. However, those monsters were more afraid of the three people who were walking forward here, and they were quietly wandering outside. They were not only afraid of the light, but also instinctively avoided some deeper existence - as if they were guided by something.

Klein always felt that this was not a normal phenomenon, and he did not rashly try to transform the hidden monster into a secret doll. Instead, he quietly waited for an opportunity to escape.

Another silver-white crack appeared in the sky, and the lightning became more frequent, but each flash of light was fleeting.

Fortunately, the spiritual state of the "Ancient Scholar" was quite stable, and Klein had not lost his sense of time. He was just worried about Monday, which would come in a few days. He didn't know what Amon wanted to do, and it was impossible for him to climb up the Sefirah Castle in front of Amon. That was simply too risky.

Passing Afternoon Town was just the beginning. The three of them continued to advance in the darkness for a whole day and night, until the lightning became quiet and lazy again. Amon seemed to remember that there was a "human" here who was not completely close to the essence of the mythical creature.

So He was considerate of His guests and offered them some “needed rest time,” at least in His own words.

Amon looked at Klein and said, "Actually, I'm surprised that you didn't take the initiative to ask for a break."

You know, before being "invited" to the East Continent by Amon, Klein had experienced many battles in the attack on the secret tomb of George III. For any "ancient scholar", constantly pulling in high-level historical projections would consume a lot of spiritual energy.

But Klein's behavior was quite abnormal—and he himself did not notice it, which made Amon feel even more amused.

Klein read a kind of deep scrutiny from the smile behind Amon's monocle, but he didn't take it to heart. He just replied calmly, "Perhaps it's because too many things happened, so people don't have time to feel tired. This is also very common."

Esther stopped between the collapsed stone walls. The original shape of the building could no longer be seen here. However, from the remaining columns and beams of the church, she saw some familiar but crude murals, depicting a glorious memory that had been buried in death.

It was not until he stopped that fatigue suddenly hit Klein.

"You can rest assured. I will help you keep watch."

Esther noticed Klein's fatigue and spoke softly. She twisted her wrist towards Klein, then released it. A pile of stones on the ground began to burn under a few leaping flames, and quickly carbonized in the flames, providing a reassuring heat and light.

Klein felt the stolen power being returned to him, and Esther even winked at him.

He leaned against the stone pillar, adjusted his breathing, and allowed himself to fall into an unguarded sleep.

“What are you doubting?” Esther turned her gaze away from Klein, who was trying to recover. Instead of looking at Amon, she stared at the fire she had just lit.

Amon adjusted his monocle and said, "I won't tell you."