Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

When a clear voice came from the door, the silver-haired boy who was guarding the corridor immediately came back to his senses. He stared into the void without focus, and a silvery white floated in his pale eyes.

After the two people entered the prayer room, he kept staring like this, immersed in the chaos of the long river of fate, but unable to see what disrupted the established destiny.

Upon hearing the call of the Lord, the young man knocked on the cross twice before entering the house. As he walked towards the two people in the middle of the room, he lowered his head respectfully and closed his eyes tightly, not daring to look at the petite figure.

The goddess of the night had left quietly, and the silver-haired boy was a little embarrassed, but he didn't notice.

"Ourolius, you can open your eyes now."

If there is anything Ourolius trusts most besides fate, it is that as a born mythical creature, he can have a glimpse of the Lord of opportunities in the chaos.

Because he had watched the fate of the Lord, Ourolius had the opportunity to become a complete "Snake of Mercury". It is now the fifth year since his restart. In order to respond to the Lord's expectations, He grew very quickly, and it would only take another year for Him to fully exert His power.

But before that, Ouroleus had been told to stay at the rear of the battlefield, which aroused the ridicule of another follower, but Ouroleus himself didn't care - these were all the Lord's orders.

Out of trust in the Lord, after hearing those words, Ourolius raised his head and opened his eyes without hesitation.

Dazhbog gently patted Zoya on the shoulder: "I need to leave here in two days. After solving the matter of the dragon clan, I will let you see Sasril. He should be more able to help. Stabilize your situation, the night's methods are not long-lasting."

Zoya stood in front of Daribog. A thin layer of black gauze covered Zoya's head and was fixed with his silver hair by a hair rope, making the light emanating from Zoya's head dim. , no longer conspicuous.

But when Ourolius's eyes fell on Zoya, he had long been accustomed to peering into the eyes of fate, and he felt the sting of seeing the Lord for the first time.

But Ourolius couldn't look away, and his pupils subconsciously dilated. Before his consciousness fell away, Dazhberg called his name again: "Ourolius, calm down."

Zoya stepped forward, but Dazhbog did not reach out to stop him, but thoughtfully waited for Zoya's next move.

The light under the black veil was swirling, and a little broken silver halo was swirling. The silver river in Ourolius's eyes slowly flowed, and his spirit gradually returned to calm, but his brows gradually wrinkled.

"Light..."

"Hello, darling of fate."

"Ourolius."

"Zoya."

Ourolyus nodded towards Zoya and showed a smile - then Zoya and Ourolyus turned to Dazhbog at the same time. This was the most straightforward communication between the two.

Dariborg could only analyze from the sidelines. Is it a communication method unique to the "destiny" path? A certain resonance was reached between peering into each other's destiny?

Thinking on the bright side, at least Ourolius and Zoya have introduced themselves to each other. Ourowelius shows no signs of losing control, and Zoya doesn't have any ill intentions, so it shouldn't be too difficult for them to get along with each other in the future. Break-in.

Of course, this is just Dazhbog's expectation: "No matter what, Zoya may have to follow you for a while, Ourolyus. Do you mind?"

Urolius was quiet for two seconds, then lowered his head deeply: "I understand, your will is my will."

Dazhberg smiled helplessly and patted the silver-haired boy on the shoulder: "I am asking, not giving orders... I will not let you go back to the War Legion until you fully recover. Although Medici is always there, Complain, but He is looking forward to your return to fight.”

Ourolius responded, and then stood beside Zoya silently.

"Zoya, just a reminder, you don't need to follow them to pray to me."

Zoya raised her head slightly, but did not face anyone. A soft buzzing sound came out: "It doesn't matter, I will do what I should do."

Dariborg also glanced at Zoya helplessly. He could feel the light spots tilting and turbulent in his direction for a moment.

Aggregation instinct…

Dazhbog smiled and told Urolius: "You can take Zoya for a walk in the courtyard, just do what you usually do, or help the new believer deal with some things. I think it will be a good match for you." It would be good for Zoya to know the situation here.

"If you two encounter any difficulty in adjusting in the past two days, just arrange a ceremony and pray to me, but that won't work after the war legion sets off."

The light under Zoya's black veil flickered: "I can no longer accommodate excess extraordinary characteristics. It is a burden to me."

And Urolius leaned down even more respectfully: "I can't disturb the Lord with irrelevant matters. I will keep quiet."

Dazhberg let out a long sigh: "It doesn't matter, you take Zoya to see the situation nearby. He seems to be unable to see things nearby, so try not to leave him alone."

Ouroleus nodded and stretched his hand in front of Zoya. Zoya grabbed the corner of his sleeve and let Ouroleus lead him away without saying a word.

The door was closed by Ourolius.

Daribog had to admit that many people felt confused by Ourolyus who was not good at communication. Even among the believers who followed Dazhbog, Urolius was an outlier who found it difficult to integrate into the group. , now there is another Zoya...

Recalling what Zoya had said, Daribog's expression gradually became serious. Zoya's deliberate attempt to please, her willingness to leave the night and come here, and her desire that could not be completely concealed, were not only because of his control. That ocean of chaos.

Out of some intuition, Dazhberg was convinced that it was something he was grazing.

——

White robes rushed out from the corner, and someone hurriedly hugged a mountain-like scroll and trotted along the quiet corridor.

In the distance, the blond boy poked his head out from behind the scroll. When he saw clearly that the person in the corridor was Ourolius, he greeted him energetically. His magnetic voice was quite pleasant. When he spoke With a very cheerful tone:

"Brother Ourolius! Has the Lord's prayer room been reopened?"

Ourolius nodded slightly: "The Lord's guest has left."

The young man with a handsome and sunny face adjusted the balance of his arms to prevent the top scroll from rolling down: "Lord Saslier took the War Legion to investigate the situation of the dragon clan. There are many reports that need to be reviewed. I need Send it to the Lord as soon as possible!"

Ourolius hesitated for two seconds, remembered the previous instructions from the Lord, and immediately asked: "Do you need help?"

"Then why don't you give me a little luck and let them stop-" the handsome young man said this and moved his eyes to Ourolius.

Because of her height, Zoya was always blocked by Ourolius. The boy only noticed it at this moment, and the moment he really saw the other person, the intimidating feeling brought by spiritual intuition suddenly became clear.

The young man shuddered violently, and several scrolls rolled down from the top and scattered on the ground.

"oops!"

Ouroleus leaned over and picked up the scroll for him. The light in Zoya's head gathered slightly, and the young man did not dare to look at the strange figure covered in black anymore, if those lights could be considered eyes.

He has seen many more evil monsters. When he escaped from the village destroyed by the demon, he was left with a shadow that frightened him. However, after being saved by the Lord and becoming an extraordinary person, under the Lord's influence Under the light, the handsome young man never felt such a clear sense of fear again.

Ourolius handed the scrolls to the young man and stuffed them into the collar of his short robe at the young man's signal: "Okay, I have given you good luck."

"Thank you!" The young man smiled again, so brilliant that it was almost shining. He hesitated for two seconds, and then nodded to Ourolius, "As long as you believe in the Lord, follow the Lord, and obey the Lord's will, that is ours. Brothers and sisters. Welcome and happy to meet you.”

Zoya didn't seem to expect that the boy would greet her again. The light under his veil stopped for a moment before he buzzed in response: "Zoya."

The young man glanced at Ourolius in confusion. Because of the voice, he barely recognized that this was a "girl": "What a strange pronunciation. Is this her name?"

"yes."

The young man heard the same response that was too brief and lacked details, and realized some wonderful similarities between the two people. He decided not to waste time here anymore. Apart from singing praises to the Lord and praying to the Lord, the relationship between him and Ouroleus was There is almost nothing in common.

Such a difficult exchange made the boy quickly find an excuse to leave:

"Okay, I am Osykus, the temporary agent of Chaoyang City...Ah, I have to go first. I have to send these things to the Lord quickly. I'm sorry that I can't chat with you anymore."

Ourolius said "Yeah", but Zoya didn't react at all, and Oseikus didn't care either. He had known Ourolius for quite some time, and he knew that this extraordinary person with "destiny" was like this. As a born mythical creature, it is normal to have a different temperament from humans.

At least that's what Oseikus thought, and Zoya standing next to him was obviously not human.

However, the Lord never cares about the race of His followers. Thinking of this matter, Osykus puffed up his chest with pride, he could not care less.

Oseikus strode to the other end of the corridor with the pile of scrolls in his arms. Zoya and Ourolyus stood quietly in the corridor until the energetic young man walked towards the corner at the end, with no trace of his back.

"Chaoyang City." There was a little doubt in Zoya's voice, but it was not enough to turn his words into a question.

"It's a nearby town, a new settlement." Ourolius replied. After a few seconds of pause, he shook his head again, "But the Lord didn't say that we are allowed to leave."

Zoya did not speak, but after Ourolius continued to move forward, she grasped his sleeves and tried to keep up.

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