Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

If the person being invited does not know how to dance, the invitation must be declined.

Benjamin's look is very helpless, which is very close to his true mood, and is no longer the disguise that the character "Benjamin Jacob" is accustomed to put on.

Esther, Zoya, or Hamel Brooke, the "Star of the Goddess"... Where did this last statement come from, and why is it unheard of in our exchanges? Is this a special identity that Heiye made up on a whim to get closer to each other?

Benjamin looked at Esther for a moment, and finally just sighed: "Well, since you are so resistant, I won't force it. I just hope that Miss Hamel can think more about it, and I hope you can feel the meaning in my words. Sincerity, this cannot be said to be 'fraud'."

He raised his right hand and pointed the round lens at Esther: "After all, the 'thieves' all have to face a certain special being. Only by holding each other together can these people not disappear from this world quietly. Weak and weak People always seek allies and help each other, so as not to be easily broken in strong winds. This is the survival instinct of the weak."

His words are statements made in the tone of a third party, which are consistent with his own opinions, but do not involve Benjamin's own emotions. This is all intentionally shown by Benjamin. He knows that Zoya has a special intuition for sensing the "emotions" and meaning of words of others, so he tries hard to avoid possible loopholes in communication.

Esther's eyebrows twitched, very slightly, like a lingering shadow, reminding her of her own existence.

Therefore, her previous resistance gradually turned to compromise. Although she did not like Benjamin's attitude and tone when talking about "the weak", Esther admitted that his words made sense:

"I'll think about it, thank you for the invitation."

Even if she didn't have a friendship with the meeting host of the "Jacob Family", Esther would have already obtained the badge of the "Hermits of Destiny" and could go to the venue to attend the meeting on her own.

Esther couldn't tell, but Benjamin gave her a contradictory feeling. He was easy-going and elegant on the surface, but his background was vague. This man was very strange.

The impression that was quite good at the first meeting became quite complicated at this time, and Esther did not intend to make a conclusion so quickly.

So she watched Benjamin get up and leave without saying anything, not even saying goodbye politely.

But after Benjamin left this room, the smile on his lips never disappeared.

He walked lightly towards the other room, passing most of the corridor.

"The descendants of the house of Jacob."

In order to play this role well, Benjamin alone will never act with other Amon. He always had to be extra cautious when releasing his clones. If he didn't close the monocle on his right eye, it would be too recognizable and he would be easily recognized.

For Benjamin, learning that Esther had appeared in Pulitzer Harbor was purely an accident. He did not suppress his curiosity, and it did not take much time for Benjamin to return to Pritzker Harbor in time for the meeting.

At first, Benjamin suspected that Esther got the news about the "Hermits of Destiny" through some channel, and it was for this reason that she appeared in Pulitzer Harbor.

As a result, she took another boy she had never seen before and took a steam train all the way to Tingen.

This puzzled Benjamin. Is there something special about this place?

The main body has shared the information that Xiao Qi and Xiao Wu know, which is equivalent to making a "full announcement" and nonchalantly handing over that dry and short memory to all the clones.

However, in Benjamin's view—perhaps in the view of most of Amon's clones—this place has no meaning to Esther. It is just a city where she once lived and communicated with people for a short time.

She just walked through here. Such an inconspicuous city should have nothing to attract her.

why?

Benjamin sat in the easy chair and tapped the armrest in confusion. However, just by thinking, he could not understand what Esther wanted to do.

It seemed pointless for her to return here.

——

Esther wasn't quite sure what she wanted to do when she returned to Tingen.

Until the moment she saw Frye, Xijia and Luo Yao, all the confusion in her heart suddenly dissipated, their familiar voices and appearances. This made Esther realize that she didn't actually need many reasons for wanting to meet people from the past.

They all look fine.

In the clear morning light, the taxi stopped at the corner of Daffodil Street.

Esther and Rabbit walked down and passed by the small church that worshiped the goddess of the night.

The pastor at the door was communicating with an elegant lady with wrinkles. He seemed to have sensed Esther's gaze. The two subconsciously turned their heads. Esther nodded friendly towards them from a few meters apart.

Of course she received the same polite gift in return. After Esther led the curious rabbit away, the two returned to the original topic, chatting about the arrangements for church school next Sunday.

Rabbit didn't notice that Esther's eyes were gentler than usual. He glanced at the shops on the street, curiously comparing them with the stores he had seen in Backlund and Pulitzer Harbor, and concluded that there were differences between them. Not much conclusion.

Of course, the East District is definitely not as prosperous as here, but the Bridge District with better conditions is very similar to the shops around the corner.

It was still early at this time, and most places were not open, but in places like bakeries or cafes, the more proactive owners had already opened their doors early.

Rabbit shook Esther's cuffs: "Is this the place where you used to stay? It looks pretty good. It doesn't seem as messy as the East Area..."

The two soon arrived at the intersection of Iron Cross Street. The chaotic market here was filled with hawkers and shouts. The mess made Rabbit feel like he had returned to the East District. Almost all the vendors there were like this, ranging from noisy to dirty. He was all too familiar with the smelly ditch.

But Rabbit smiled and glanced at the crowded and numb-looking people. Such a familiar place gave him a sense of adaptability: "It's quite suitable... for working."

Esther poked his forehead: "Don't talk nonsense! Don't have bad ideas."

Rabbit touched his forehead, but he didn't feel that he was being scolded at all. He looked at Esther and smiled happily.

She led the boy who kept turning his head in the direction of Slim Bakery and opened the door. Esther immediately saw the figure counting the ledgers behind the bakery cabinet.

The old woman's curly hair is gray but not haggard. She is squinting her eyes, struggling to read the handwriting on the account book, and then counting the money on the counter one by one.

At the beginning of the month, the bakery had to prepay part of the funds for purchasing materials. A long time ago, these things were done by the "young girl" who worked in the bakery.

At that time, Mrs. Slim would always sigh: "Young people learn quickly, have clear minds, and can see things clearly."

The young girl always smiled sheepishly, tugged on her warm yellow checkered apron twice, then lowered her head and continued to work on the reconciliation quickly.

And now...

Mrs. Wendy raised her head from behind the counter and smiled at the customer who rushed in friendly. Judging from the atmosphere between the two, they looked like a pair of siblings, even though they looked nothing alike. The younger brother was holding on to his older sister's sleeve tightly, looking very dependent on her, while the lady with cinnamon-yellow hair and delicate features was walking slowly towards the counter.

Just as Wendy thought, the young lady turned back and asked the boy gently: "Come and see, is there anything you want to eat?"

Her voice sounded a little familiar to Wendy, maybe because she was old and hard of hearing, so she sounded similar to other people's voices.

Wendy thought so, walked to the counter, and recommended the store's products to the two of them, including tingen cakes, lemon cakes and special fried flour balls, with a little bit of crushed snake fruit inside, retaining the taste of a little pulp. , it tastes crispy on the outside and soft on the inside and very sweet.

Wendy has always been proud of her family's small bakery, not just for her livelihood, but because she likes such a peaceful life. Customers walked into the store happily and walked out happily with a finished product that could fill their stomachs, which made Wendy very proud.

As she always said, Wendy always believed that good food can always heal sadness.

The young lady's eyes became softer and softer, which made the boy couldn't help but tentatively ask her: "I, can I have anything I want?"

"Tingen cakes and croquettes, I guess?"

The boy nodded blankly: "How do you know?"

The young lady did not answer the question, but just looked into the window: "Mrs. Wendy, help me pack two pounds of lemon cake, a bag of croquettes, and a pound of tingen cake. By the way, two more cups of lemon black tea, hot. That’s fine.”

"These are the characteristics of our store. Young people are really good at picking..."

Wendy took out the tray from behind the counter with a smile and cut out enough cake. She chatted with the young lady outside the counter about the weather, Iron Cross Street, and baking tips. Wendy felt relaxed and happy. The lady gave She has a cordiality that is very much like that of a junior.

Wendy handed the warm black tea over the counter: "It's still hot, you have to drink it slowly."

When the two walked out of the store, Wendy grabbed a rag and wiped the counter, only to find an extra gold pound lying quietly in the gap.

One gold pound was not a small amount of money for anyone on Iron Cross Street. Wendy quickly raised her head, wanting to call out to the young girl with her younger brother.

But when she quickly walked out of the store, the streets were crowded with people, and their figures had long been submerged.

Wendy shook her head hesitantly: "I always feel like I've forgotten something... strange, how could she know my name? Is she a resident of this area?"

——

Backlund.

160 Burklund Street, the residence of Dawn Dantès.

Klein, who has initially adapted to aristocratic life and gradually stepped into the aristocratic social circle, is sitting in the study at the moment.

When his inspiration was touched, he immediately nodded to the valet in the room: "I have to deal with some private documents. You go and wait outside the door for a while."

When the gap in the spiritual world opened, Klein himself was the only one left in the room. A small black dog with evil flames burning in its eye sockets walked out of the spirit world with a packed box in its mouth.

It placed the box in front of Klein, pawed nervously, and its tail and ears drooped.

The outside of the box was flattened. Klein noticed the puppy's grievance and comforted him softly: "It's okay. This box doesn't look strong. I can't blame you."

After speaking, Klein patted the puppy's head twice. The comforted puppy then waggled its tail desperately and circled around Klein twice before slipping back into the crack in the spirit world.

Klein watched the puppy leave in amusement, and then returned his gaze to the package in front of him. His spiritual intuition told him that it was probably some small gift from Esther.

There is a one-meter-high stand in the study room specially prepared for "Mr. Dawn's pet". The skylark with light yellow feathers was squatting on it, its light eyes staring at Klein intelligently.

Seeing Klein start to unpack the package, Skylark kicked off the stand and flew to the shoulder of "Mr. Dawn".

"What? Are you also interested in the gift she sent?"

Klein said with a smile, opening the box that was not very carefully packaged on the outside.

Inside is a slice of lemon cake.