Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Zoya is of course a new follower of the Lord, just like the Lord brought back other believers, not some "extraordinary characteristic".

The simplest basis is that Zoya can still move freely, at least this is the way Ourolius judges it.

But Medici seemed to be expecting something. He was eager to see Ourolius take action and directly plunder Zoya's extraordinary power.

So this question was raised repeatedly, and Medici's hints and hints in and out of words were like paintings that could not be drawn into shape, which troubled the confused Ourolyos.

Until the War Legion began to prepare for the war, Medici, who did not see anything happening in the end, could only sigh heavily:

"You are too passive, Orochi. When will you be promoted if this continues? Such a good opportunity is in front of us. We need to become stronger and we must find a way to improve the order!"

Ourolius put down the paintbrush in his hand. This painting of intertwined shadows and suns has been painted with enough complete colors. After it is completely dry, it can be coated with fixing grease, and then it can be found somewhere to hang it.

Ourolius turned to Medici: "But I don't need to fight to be promoted. What I need for my path is the opportunity of 'fate', and according to what the Lord said, I am already Sequence One..."

Medici, who is still a Sequence 2 "Weather Warlock", closed his mouth, glanced coldly at the unresponsive little figure sitting on the edge of the pavilion, and then left the pavilion angrily, preparing to train the soldiers of his war legion. .

Ourolius would never get angry because of what Medici did, but instead he would easily make Medici speechless. The result every time would be the same as now - Medici would leave angrily, Ourolius was puzzled.

Zoya seemed to be watching this scene. If there were eyes under the black veil, it would be more accurate to say that she sensed a group of flames leaving the vicinity.

But Medici came back a few minutes later. He walked to Ourolish's side and said dryly: "Have some good luck, I will use it."

Ourolius picked up the brush again, and when Medici stretched out his right hand with a face turned away, Ourolius lit a touch of red on the back of Medici's hand: "'Fate' favors, and may the warrior always win."

"We will definitely win," Medici gritted his teeth and smiled, "Fight the battle you can't win until you win it."

"The Lord will not agree. Return safely." Ouroleus said lightly.

Medici didn't say anything about this. This time, he left the pavilion with his head held high.

If the passage of time does not leave traces here, then measuring time becomes meaningless, and people cannot feel the progress of days at all. Life in the courtyard has not changed much.

Ourolius didn't have a normal routine, and neither did Zoya.

Except when the "sun" rises and sets, Ourolius will pray separately for a period of time, and spend the rest of the time painting, or he will sit quietly next to Zoya, close his eyes and meditate to replace sleep. and eating.

Zoya knew that two creatures would walk into the flower bed every evening and walk back and forth, but they always kept a distance from the pavilion and seemed to be full of awe here.

Zoya could only vaguely catch a glimpse of their shadows, and could sense that they were human beings but combined with spirits with weak extraordinary power.

He didn't understand what these humans were doing until one time Ourolius opened his eyes from meditation and found Zoya's head turned outward.

“They are followers of the Lord, cultivators of the garden.”

"Manage the garden?"

Ouroleus tried his best to explain: "Screening, inspection and cleaning. There is an underground spring here. Watering is very simple."

Zoya's light spot turned slowly: "Very fragile."

"Yes."

After making a simple reply, Ourolius felt a little confused. Zoya's words seemed to refer to something else, but he did not delve into it, and Zoya did not ask any more questions.

Occasionally before dawn, Osykus would sleepily walk to the courtyard and perform morning prayers with Ouroleus, while Zoya would listen quietly beside him.

In fact, Zoya always kept quiet like this and rarely spoke to Ourolyus.

Ourolius quite likes this way of getting along. He doesn't have to be distracted to think about how to communicate with Zoya, and Zoya is a very good companion when he prays and meditates regularly.

After praying, Osykus would check to see if Ourolius had any needs:

“If you’re running out of canvas or paint and you want anything, just tell me.”

"The Lord has said that His church shall not be built until He has blessed the world, completed creation, and led living beings to live in peace." Oseikus looked at the large paintings hanging in the pavilion and looked at the golden sun above with longing. "I have seen the prayer halls built secretly by the residents. They are too crude and cannot match the glory of the Lord. In the future, the main church will definitely ask you to paint murals. I will propose this to the Lord."

"Yes, I will." Ourolius replied gently.

Osykus stood in front of the painting for a long time, but said nothing.

Sometimes the young boy would also ask Ouroleus some questions, most of which were related to divination. As long as he could get a revealing answer, Osykus would leave with satisfaction, and then slowly think about those vague answers.

Oseikus also tried to say hello to Zoya, but Zoya's response was always very indifferent, and Zoya never performed morning prayers with the two of them. This made Oseikus gradually lose interest in communicating with Him, but Keep greeting politely when you meet.

Even if the Lord divided the years, months, days and seasons with the light of "sunrise and sunset", Ouroleus had no real sense of this.

It's just that Medici hasn't come back for a long time.

——

The sun brightened and darkened more than a hundred times before a new visitor entered the courtyard.

He was a tall man, wearing a pure black robe with dark lines, slightly curly black hair hanging over his shoulders, and deep facial features. His appearance was exquisite and impressive, but it was not feminine and beautiful, but full of majesty.

The most peculiar thing was the man's eyes that seemed to be covered with black shadows. Even though the gaze revealed was very gentle, it highlighted his uniqueness and let everyone know that he was definitely not an ordinary person.

The moment the man walked out of the corridor, Zoya's head had already turned in that direction, the light spot rotated much faster, and the light under the black veil flickered.

Zoya noticed the man's arrival earlier than Ourolius, who was focused on painting.

It wasn't until the man climbed up the short steps at the edge of the pavilion that Urolius regained his concentration. He immediately put down his brush and bowed respectfully to the man who walked into the pavilion: "Lord Sasril."

"Ourolius, good afternoon, I'm sorry to have troubled you to take care of Zoya for so long." Saslier approached Ourolius's easel and looked at the work that had just been started on it with a little surprise. It was a piece of The light suspended in the courtyard dances like fireflies in the shadows of leaves and flowers.

Ourolius hesitated for a few seconds: "I didn't take care of Him, I just followed the Lord's instructions and took Him here to stay."

"I have to say, your painting skills are getting better and better." Saslier's tone was very easy-going, "No matter what, I should have come here earlier...if there weren't too many things to do."

Saslier walked over to the "girl" sitting on the edge of the pavilion.

Zoya's head was always facing Sasril, as if she was attracted by him. Sasril once talked with his original body and knew that this influence was caused by the "aggregation effect".

Saslier leaned down and stared at the almost stagnant and slightly trembling light group under the black veil: "Hello, someone told me your name is Zoya."

Zoya nodded slightly: "Daribog."

Saslier's eyes flickered slightly: "You can call me Saslier."

Zoya took the initiative to raise her right hand and handed the palm to Saslier. Saslier was not sure what Zoya was asking for, so after a moment's pause, he simply handed his hand to him.

The halo of light turned from the inside out, flicking the black veil on Zoya's head. Sasril looked at those lights curiously, and the deep shadows in his eyes set off waves.

"So that's it, there's another part..." Saslier looked a little regretful, "But I'm sorry, I can't give it back to you, because I can't do it now."

"I will wait."

Zoya withdrew her hand, paused for a moment and raised her head slightly: "You can propose your deal, Chernobog."

In another distant but familiar age, this was a name from the mythology of his homeland, "the negative god of darkness and death."

This title made Saslier a little distracted, and then he smiled self-deprecatingly: "It's a bit strange for me to be called that, although there's nothing wrong with it..."

For a moment, Saslier wanted to ask Zoya if he had seen another "God of Light" Beloberg, but he suppressed such thoughts because he might have a chance in the future.

Zoya didn't have any other reaction, she just waited persistently for Saslier's response to the previous words.

Saslier thought for a while: "Does it have to be a transaction?"

"Anything I can do, I will agree to." Zoya said without hesitation.

Saslier shook his head with a smile: "As long as you are willing to assist Darborg's research, he will be happy enough. Because I have to deal with other things and am not as free as him, so he is eager to take back the authority related to knowledge. .”

Sasril straightened up again, stretched out his hand to Zoya, and helped him stand from the edge to the ground: "Let's go, let's talk in another place. I can't make an immediate decision on this matter, it's your decision. Regarding the matters discussed with Dazhbog, I am here to solve your little trouble."

Ourolius moved in the direction of the two of them, but stopped where he was.

Sasril noticed his faint uneasiness, and nodded to Ourolius:

"Ourolius, please come with us. You may want to stop by to see how Medici is doing. If he hadn't been lucky enough, he would have been targeted this time and almost lost control on the battlefield."

Ourolius lowered his head and closed his eyes tightly. Without saying a word, he quickly followed Sasril. (End of chapter)