Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

Verdu Garcia Abraham, as a very ordinary member of the Abraham family among hundreds or thousands of members, he was less than thirty years old and did not make much contribution to the family.

Even though he had put in a lot of effort and studied the field of occultism for more than a decade, and even risked losing control by drinking the potions of "Apprentice", "Master of Magic", and "Astrologer", getting closer to the "Full Moon Curse" that plagued his family, he still hadn't found any way to circumvent this curse.

Verdu was just one of the Abrahams, not even a particularly talented one. No matter how strong his will was, the pain brought by the curse continued to torment him, but he could not find a way to relieve it.

An unsolvable puzzle is written in the blood of Abraham's family. Many people have used their lives as an answer, but have never gotten the correct result.

But like many members of his family, Verdu also has typical Abrahamic characteristics - such as almost stubborn perseverance, unwavering curiosity, and a desire for adventure that can put all fears behind.

So he was unwilling to live in a certain place, even though he focused more on paper and written information when he was young. However, after drinking the potion and gaining the courage that came with the power, he began to travel overseas frequently to explore people and things that might have intersections with the curse, and even faced life-threatening dangers several times.

However, these dangers definitely did not include the one he encountered in his rental house in Backlund. When he was copying a passage of ancient honorific names, he was attacked by something inexplicable. This was too sudden.

Before Verdu passed out, he still had time to feel a little confused: he was sure that he had not uttered any occult words, so why did he attract such strange looks?

His rent was due in a month, and Verdu had originally planned to leave next month. The atmosphere in Backlund was becoming increasingly strange. But things were so unfortunate, and yet so coincidental, as if fate had inadvertently pushed him, gloating over the misfortune of pushing someone who was still exploring the crisis directly off the cliff.

Then when I opened my eyes, I was already on the beach with the sea breeze blowing on my face. The salty smell of the sea breeze was very familiar to someone who was used to riding on a boat.

Verdu's gold-rimmed glasses shattered to the ground along with his sanity. Fortunately, after a moment of fear in which he could not move, he managed to regain his sanity.

Who? Why? Where I was around was not that important, only the sound of the waves crashing echoed in my thoughts.

Is death going to catch up with me before the answer? This is really bad.

Verdu's eyelids twitched, and he tried hard not to open his eyes, fearing that he would see something he shouldn't see.

"you're awake."

A gentle female voice sounded above his head, with a bit of joy and peace that people could resonate with. So Verdu couldn't help it, and under the urging of seeking answers to his doubts, he opened his eyes and wanted to see the "person" who was speaking.

Before seeing the other person, Verdu was still praying to his ancestors, hoping that the person before him was not a monster disguised as a human. After opening his eyes, that worry disappeared immediately.

Her long laurel-colored hair only reached her shoulders, and her facial features were soft, unlike those of the people from the Northern Continent. Her clothes were nothing special—at first glance, they were just an ordinary and common white linen dress with a small vest.

But when those light-colored mercury-like eyes lowered, they also brought a peace that made people feel free of distractions, allowing Verdu to feel a peace of unknown origin.

Fortunately, she was just a pretty and friendly lady, and maybe she would be easy to communicate with...

Then, Verdu realized that there was something wrong with this idea, and he immediately suppressed his inner vigilance and looked confused, which was quite consistent with his inner expression.

Esther waved in front of Verdu again, making him focus on her again: "Hello? Excuse me, your name is Verdu Garcia Abraham, right?"

Verdu was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that the other party would know his name, and it was his full name which was rarely written out. He couldn't think of whether he had any deep hatred or hatred against any enemy. Could it be that it was an enemy of Abraham's family, so they were investigating him like this?

Of course, Esther would not tell the "victim" that she had seen all the traces of his fate when he was unconscious, whether it was when he was three or five years old and hid under the bed crying because he was afraid of the full moon, or when he was twelve or thirteen years old and wanted to elope with the girl next door when he first fell in love...

Names are a form of cognitive correction, so in those memories that make people want to scream when they look back on them, the protagonist is just the person "Verdu".

After a "communication" that the parties involved were completely unaware of, Esther also wanted to ask him what he thought. Amon commented that his ideas were redundant and Esther was just wasting time, so he should just follow his usual method.

There is no way a Sequence Seven could fight against His parasitism.

"Yes...I am Verdu."

Verdu sat up, not knowing why he felt weak all over. The feeling of weakness from having his spiritual power completely drained away restricted his ability to observe his surroundings.

Esther could see through Verdu's thoughts at a glance. The fate that was directly observed would resonate naturally, just like a string held tightly in the hand, the vibration on it would be continuously transmitted to her palm.

This kind of observation will also have an impact on Verdu himself, after all, this is the past centered on him. And Esther deliberately did not control the loss of Verdu's spirituality, also thinking that it would be more convenient for the subsequent ceremony.

She also felt guilty, and because of this guilt, Esther wanted to ask Verdu if he was willing to cooperate with this ceremony that might deprive him of his lifelong self-control.

Medici's comment on this was even more straightforward than Amon's. He asked Amon whether the little sparrow had left its brain or something in the original Beyonder characteristic of the "Mercury Snake".

But now, Verdu did not take his eyes off the gentle but worried lady. This was a little difficult for him. The worry even infected him. Verdu didn't know that a similar expression appeared on his face.

He even cleared his throat, trying to stabilize his weak voice: "Who are you? Who are you? You don't look malicious, is there something you want to talk to me about?"

No, no, looking harmless and actually threatening are two different things! Verdu repeated this in his mind, his reason and cognition felt torn, and he could only keep reminding himself in his heart to arouse the necessary vigilance when facing unknown Beyonders.

"Yes, I would like to ask you to do us a favor, Verdu."

Esther spoke softly. She always felt that the Beyonder in front of her was not very stable, but after all, she was the one who chose to communicate with him. Of course, if communication failed, she could only follow Amon's old method.

Verdu blinked his eyes. Even after taking off his broken gold-rimmed glasses, he could still see her face clearly. He had never seen her before, but she was so familiar that it was hard to arouse suspicion.

Then Verdu heard himself answering: "I don't know... I, I mean, if I can help..."

It's basically an agreement.

Medici, who had been standing nearby, tilted his head and stared at Amon with suspicion: "Are little sparrows crazy enough to jump sequences? Big snakes don't have this kind of thing..."

Medici thought about it and felt that "charm" could not describe the feeling Esther conveyed at this moment. It was very different from the oppressive feeling of a "witch" who arrogantly displayed her charm.

Amon said calmly: "It's easy to understand if you regard this as a kind of pollution."

The flame-like emblem between his eyebrows leapt for a moment, and Medici nodded seriously, rarely refraining from mocking Amon.

Their conversation was not in a low voice, so it immediately attracted Verdu's attention and interrupted what Esther wanted to say next.

Medici's image was not easy to identify, because most of the "Hunter" families of Intis had the characteristic of red hair, but Amon's image was a little familiar to the Beyonders of the Abraham family, even to the point of being frightening.

Verdu subconsciously grabbed the hem of Esther's skirt: "Be careful, that person is..."

Then he realized that his action was too reckless, and quickly let go of his hand, forcing his weak body to drag back two steps: "That's an Angel-level Beyonder, we have to leave quickly..."

But when he met Esther's eyes, Verdu fell silent again.

"It is 'we' who need your help, Mr. Verdu," Esther pointed at herself with her hand, "What we are going to do is related to the Abraham family, so we want to ask about your own wishes. If you are willing to cooperate with us in this ceremony, then you are qualified to become a...hero of the Abraham family."

Amon held back, but Medici laughed exaggeratedly, causing Esther to turn her head and glare at him. However, the former Red Angel did not restrain himself at all, and even laughed even more wildly.

Amidst the scornful laughter, Esther's expression remained gentle as she softly explained the brief process of the ceremony to Verdu, patiently explaining:

"…That's basically the ritual part. You must be the one to start the ritual. Secondly, this is not a ritual that will necessarily succeed. There are risks involved, but regardless of success or failure, the whispers that have been entangled in the bloodline of Abraham's family can be permanently resolved once and for all, because this is the answer you are looking for. It can be resolved by bringing your ancestors back."

Verdu opened his eyes wide: "What about me? I, I mean - what should I do for this matter? Not just cooperate with the ceremony, but what exactly do I have to pay?"

Although Verdu was nervous, he still showed his smart side under his self-control. He could hear the omitted part in Esther's explanation, which made her subconsciously silent for two seconds.

During this gap, Amon's voice immediately rang out, interrupting this one-sided persuasion conversation: "Spirit, life, anyway, Verdu will disappear from now on... Don't fantasize about death, you no longer even have the right to choose death."

Esther did not glare at Amon like she glared at Medici. She just stared at Verdu's tense face quietly until the corners of his twitching mouth relaxed. Then Esther spoke slowly:

"As He said, I shouldn't hide this part. It's very cruel, but you also have the right to know."

This time, Verdu was quiet for a long time, until he felt that his limbs had accumulated enough strength, then he forced himself to stand up from the ground and brushed off the sand all over his body.

After seeing the outline of death, a strange peace occupied Verdu's heart again. He looked deeply at the "Time Angel" wearing a monocle:

"I don't really have much choice, do I?"

Amon didn't even bother to answer this question, but just smiled gently and politely, and this smile seemed particularly arrogant. Esther didn't want Him to tease this sacrifice for fun, and Amon had nothing to say about the bread that was already lying on the table.

Verdu took another deep breath, as if he could fill up his courage with air, but when he turned to look at Esther and spoke, there was still a tremor in his voice:

"I see, if this can relieve...can make the ancestors of the Abraham family...I mean, this is something I've always wanted to accomplish, I will do it."

Even if the price is his own? Verdu was not sure if he had given a positive answer in his heart.

He only knew that his voice was trembling, and soon this uncontrollable micro-movement extended to his fingers. He tightened his collar and flicked out a few grains of sand from under his collar.

That was it. He was very clear about the gap between him and the other party. Begging for mercy with sorrow and fear would only make him more ridiculous. Since there was no possibility of escape, he should at least be decent and maintain the demeanor that an Abraham should have...

Verdu choked up and felt that he should write a letter, a suicide note to tell others what happened - but the idea was immediately thrown away, washed away by the sound of the waves, leaving no trace.

His subconscious mind had been avoiding it, but when Verdu turned around, he took in the arranged ceremony venue. The lines were simply drawn on the beach, but they did not change because of the sea breeze. They were fixed at the moment of completion, waiting to be touched by the spirituality of the people participating in the ceremony.

Verdu stared blankly for a few seconds at the stone that served as an altar. There were candles on it, and three strange creatures he had never seen before. After feeling a spiritual pain, he immediately looked away, knowing that it was not something he should be curious about.

He was a sacrifice just like them, and this thought haunted Verdu until the lady looked over again:

"Do you have any other questions?"

A lot, but none of it matters anymore, Verdu thought.

But he nodded quickly: "Can I leave a message for the ancestors?"

This was a somewhat unexpected request. Esther had thought that Verdu would want to write a letter or something, instructing others on some matters concerning his afterlife, but she had not expected that he would ask to convey a message to the ancestor.

But she nodded seriously: "You tell me, if the ceremony is successful, I will bring your words to you."

Verdu rubbed his eyes.

For some reason, what he thought of were the worried eyes of the elders in his family, and the many names written down generation after generation, young and old, carved on tombstones, believing that the ancestors were still protecting this surname.

"We, no, I... Hey, please tell him that there are people waiting for him at Abraham's house."