Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Outside the corridor is a short staircase half a meter high, and below is a garden surrounded by a circular arched pavilion. Ouroloius had to remind Zoya to be careful where he steps, lest he fall on the steps.

Under the guidance of Ourolius, the two of them walked towards the spacious pavilion, but Zoya held onto the sleeves of Ourolius slightly, and he turned his head slightly, as if he was trying to feel something.

Urolius stopped and waited quietly.

A very subtle buzzing sound came out, but Zoya did not speak, but stood as steady as Ourolius.

After staying like this for a few minutes, Ourolius didn't hear any specific words and had no choice but to continue moving in the original direction. He also didn't take the initiative to ask Zoya what he had discovered.

If there is something, the other party will tell it himself - at least for Ourolius, he is used to this way of dealing with people.

Zoya raised her hand in confusion, but because her face was covered by a black gauze, she ultimately did nothing.

The stone pillars supporting the circular pavilion are engraved with spiral patterns. In the middle, there are large easels, brushes and many paints, all extracted from plants or flowers.

A huge half-finished painting was placed on a wooden shelf. It was a figure enveloped by the sun and shadow at the same time, and the remaining colors had not been further filled in.

Ourolius stood in front of the painting for a while. Zoya took the initiative to loosen his sleeves and took two steps to the side. He inadvertently knocked over the paint bucket at his feet. However, both of them were very lucky. The paint bucket was empty.

Ourolius frowned in confusion, feeling confused about the Lord's instructions.

What He does most often is to stay here and paint, so that when others need help, they can come directly to the courtyard and find Him to exchange good luck or convey the Lord's instructions.

But Ourolius doesn't think he can share this hobby with Zoya. Zoya's eyesight is not good enough to watch others paint, and Ourowelius doesn't know what Zoya wants to do, and there is little communication between the two. So pitiful.

Zoya was still moving slowly, so Ourolius followed him, at least to ensure that he wouldn't knock anything over or trip himself up again.

Finally, Zoya carefully walked to the edge of the pavilion. He touched the cold railing and asked proactively: "What is outside?"

Ourolius was a little surprised by this question. He looked around and saw that dark shrubs formed a wall of trees, surrounding a green grape trellis in the corner. On a large piece of fertile soil next to it, there are different types of plants. Cultivators who specialize in gardening use small stones to place dividing lines, which include many special plants that are rich in spirituality.

The flower bed closest to the central pavilion and the most extensive in the courtyard contains more plants that Ourolius cannot name. The sowers did not carefully select them. Various flowers bloomed willfully, even if they do not belong to the same plant. The flowering period of the season also grows luxuriantly under the influence of extraordinary power.

The shadow of an apple tree fell on his face. Ourolius thought for a moment and tried to explain everything he could see: "It's a garden in the courtyard. There are many plants, and there are also types that can be used for divination and rituals. There are grape trellises. In the distance is the promenade we walked through."

This is all he can describe. It is difficult for him to describe the scene of the garden to Zoya in detail. If given the choice, Ourolius can put them on the drawing paper completely and vividly.

Zoya didn't seem to mind the answer, she just nodded and sat by the low wall at the edge of the pavilion.

Ourolius waited for a while and saw that Zoya had no other response, then he walked towards his easel.

The brush rubbed across the canvas, adding more golden color to the brilliance of the sun. The tranquility in the courtyard gradually made Ourolius focus on the painting. Only the sound of the wind could be heard from time to time, and his eyes focused on his writing. It is rare that a place has a clearer focus.

However, this peaceful atmosphere did not last long.

A ball of flame burned out of thin air, instantly condensing into a blazing fire crow. After letting out a scream, it flew straight towards Ourolyus in the pavilion.

But before it hit the corner of Ourolius's robe, a wheel-like ring had instantly unfolded and enveloped the fire crow.

"Restart" unfolded, and the fire crow flew backwards in the direction it came from, and then dissipated in the air.

Ourolius stared blankly in that direction for a few seconds before looking at Zoya, who had been sitting quietly.

Zoya was slowly taking her hand back under her robe, and the white snake scales on her fingers became more obvious. Ourolyus was no stranger to such scales.

"Thank you." Ourolius said.

Zoya didn't react, as if he wasn't the one who intercepted the fire crow just now.

Taking into account the Lord's decision to let Zoya stay for a long time, Urolius still tried to explain: "Actually, He..."

Before Urolius could finish his words, Zoya's body shook, then she fell backwards, fell off the short fence outside the pavilion, and fell into the flower bed.

Almost at the same moment, the blazing white flame spear grazed the spot where Zoya had just been sitting, and the sparks scattered on the ground, but did not spread outward.

The person who threw the spear restrained himself and controlled the power of the flame very delicately. Although it was very intimidating, it did not have much damage, at least for "mythical creatures".

Ourolius put down the brush in his hand in a panic. Before he walked to the edge of the balcony, a figure suddenly fell from above.

This man's flamboyant red hair looked like broken flames when it fluttered. He was wearing a short black robe that made it easier to move, and his right arm was wrapped with a bandage.

In terms of appearance alone, He looks to be two years older than the young Ourolius after the "restart", but in fact, Ourolius doesn't know who is older - his consciousness a long time ago was chaos.

The red-haired boy grabbed the convex edge of the pavilion's dome with one hand, and hung his whole body above it. He smiled and greeted Ourolius who came below: "Orochi, are you painting again?"

"Medici, that one is the guest of the Lord, the new follower..." Ourolius leaned half of his body out of the fence, even showing a bit of nervousness.

This kind of emotional change was quite rare for him who had always been indifferent. This made Medici even more interested. He shook his center of gravity, then let go of his right hand and let himself fall in the direction of Ourolos. .

However, Medici's plan to knock him down came to nothing. Ourolius climbed over the fence without hesitation and stepped directly into the flower bed, without even noticing that Medici had fallen to the ground.

Medici stepped firmly on the pavilion, let out a dissatisfied "tsk", and muttered in a low voice: "It's such inexplicable luck again..."

He held the fence with one hand and climbed over it casually with a little effort. It was so light that it had almost no weight. However, after seeing the "guest of the Lord" in the flower bed, Medici's brows immediately knitted together.

This guest does not look like any race he is familiar with. Medici has seen and fought many creatures, but none of them look like this child. The transparent shell is hidden by black gauze, and the interior is slowly rotating. The light spots gave Medici some kind of terrifying intuition.

But this does not scare Medici, but instead arouses his curiosity and fighting spirit. This is his character.

Just judging from the visual perspective, the opponent seems to be too weak, so weak that Medici has little desire to fight.

Zoya, who was being measured for her fighting prowess, lay quietly in the flower bed, her head resting on a cluster of anemones. Zoya didn't make any movement. If it weren't for his hand slowly sliding over the grass stalks beside him, Ourolius would have thought that he had fainted.

Ourolius leaned down and approached the motionless figure lying in the flower bed: "Zoya?"

"Um."

Zoya's answer meant that she was fine, and Ourolyus understood it immediately.

Zoya slowly sat up from the ground, Ourolius stretched out his hand, and Zoya had to put his arm on it this time to prevent herself from tripping over the things around her again.

Medici looked at this scene with regret. It seemed that the fight could not be won. He had no interest in bullying the weak.

The threat in his intuition must come from something else, at least it shouldn't be such a child who can't even walk safely. Although the appearance can be changed for mythical creatures, after all, Ourolius has just "restarted" At that time, the baby's appearance was maintained for several days.

But just by observing with his eyes, Medici could see the poor state of the opponent. Even if he could defeat the source of fear, he would not find it interesting.

However, this did not prevent Medici from following him. Seeing the two of them slowly walking out of the flower bed, he felt anxious for them: "Newcomer, what's your name?"

Zoya's head turned in the direction of Medici, but He grasped Ourolius's sleeve tightly and avoided a thorn bush at his feet more carefully.

The light spots inside his face slowly gathered: "Zoya."

When Medici grinned, he would reveal his particularly conspicuous fangs: "I haven't heard of it. How did you deal with that fire crow just now? Try it again and let me see."

Ourolius's tone was still gentle, without a particularly strong reproach: "Zoya is the Lord's guest, we need to remain polite."

"I already said hello."

Medici said it calmly, because He had indeed said hello, even though it was with a fire crow and a flame spear.

He always follows the same process when greeting friends and greeting enemies.

However, by the side of the Lord, Medici has restrained the most violent dark side of his character and only used it on the battlefield.

Ourolius looked up at Medici and shook his head disapprovingly: "No."

Medici looked at Ourolius's serious expression, snorted unconvinced, and observed the "guest of the Lord":

"The ability he used before is a bit familiar. I must have seen it somewhere."

The light spot trembled slightly, and Zoya responded to Medici's curiosity: "'Restart'."

Medici's eyes became complicated. He moved closer to Ouroleus and asked in a low voice: "Isn't this the ability of the 'giant snake'? Is he the guest of the Lord, or is it a trait that the Lord found for you?"

Ourolius's footsteps obviously paused for a moment.