Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

"What is this? A sparrow?"

Medici sat carelessly on several stacked empty paint buckets, swaying back and forth, looking like he might fall over at any moment. He looked curiously at the little bird on Ourolius's shoulder, always feeling that this bird felt inexplicably familiar to him.

Ourolius thought for two seconds: "I don't know, but it's Zoya."

"That doll?" Medici was a little surprised, "Why has he changed his appearance and you want to raise him?"

"Lord Sasril and the Lord have something to do, so let me take care of Zoya." Urolius raised his brush again, leaving a bright red fire on the paper, and the giant cyan dragon was burning in the fire. He raised his head and roared.

Skylark's eyes never fell on Medici from the beginning, but stared closely at Ourolius's canvas and brush, looking at the bright colors very intently, as if he was admiring Ourolius's painting. the process of.

"He likes your paintings very much. Does he understand art?" Medici chuckled, as if he was amused by his own words.

Skylark suddenly turned his head, and his overly peaceful gaze was the one that Medici found most boring: "Yes, I like Ourolius's paintings very much."

The corners of Ouroleus's lips were slightly raised. People who were not familiar with him would have difficulty recognizing it as a smile, but Medici could see that Ouroleus was really happy about it: "Thank you."

Skylark turned his head back to the easel, staring at the colors on it motionlessly, intoxicated by it.

Ourolius was equally attentive, smoothing out the color one stroke after another.

Medici frowned, he picked up his index finger, and a cluster of flames ignited from the tip of the skylark's tail, but before it could burn, a faint light swayed from the skylark's feathers, and the flame disappeared.

"Sure enough, it is not an ordinary sparrow. To be able to transfer extraordinary characteristics and consciousness like this must be with the help of the power of the Lord." Medici smiled proudly, but seeing that the skylark ignored him at all, he looked at Uro boredly. Lucius observed the canvas for a while, "Wait a minute, what is this you painted, and why does it look familiar?"

"...It's a fight."

"Nonsense, of course I can see that they are fighting. My eyes were not gouged out by those big lizards."

There was no fluctuation in Ourolius's expression, but he painted the canvas heavily with red: "In the last battle, you went to intercept the dragon. Later, you fainted and were carried back."

Medici pretended not to hear the last sentence. He raised his head and made two gestures: "You should make me more majestic. I don't have any momentum now. I don't look as powerful as that giant dragon."

Ourolius's pen was hanging in the air. He looked at his painting strangely, and then looked at the grinning Medici next to him: "But you are so big..."

Before Medici came up with the idea of ​​​​painting a few strokes by himself, Saslier's figure appeared outside the courtyard, attracting their attention.

"Good afternoon, Lord Sasriel."

Medici and Urolius immediately stood up and spoke one after another to greet Saslier who walked into the pavilion.

But Zoya didn't move, still staring at the canvas obsessively, looking at the paint and lines without blinking.

Sasril smiled and nodded: "Please take care of Zoya, leave it to me."

Ourowelius spread his hands towards his shoulders, and Zoya came back to her senses: "Chernobog? Thank you, Ourowelius. Your painting is beautiful."

Saslier glanced at it, and saw that the flame giant on the canvas was tearing apart with a giant dragon. The ferocious demeanor of the two was vividly displayed. No matter from any angle, it had nothing to do with the word "beautiful".

Zoya slowly moved her paws and stood in Ourolius's palm.

Sasril took the skylark from Ourolius: "Have you not tried the functions of your new body?"

The skylark's voice was very soft, and its buzzing was almost completely suppressed. From the outside, it looked like an ordinary bird: "I'm not used to a heavy body, it's too heavy."

"The bodies of birds are already quite light." After Saslier finished speaking, he looked at Medici and Ourolius who were respectfully waiting for his instructions, "I will take Zoya to see the Lord first, and then walk around Let’s go. There was an epidemic in the Chaoyang City settlement a while ago, and I’m going to see how the young people are handling it.”

"Okay." Urolius responded gently.

Medici became interested: "Is there someone maliciously spreading the disease? I can help!"

"No, there's nothing to fight about."

After hearing Saslier's words, Medici's enthusiasm disappeared in an instant.

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"Dazhbog needs my help," Skylark stood on Sasril's shoulder, clasping his paws firmly as he walked, "I have a hunch."

Saslier walked through the quiet corridor and did not go to the basement. Instead, he walked towards the small circular prayer room: "Yes, your premonition is very accurate. He has already accommodated the gains of this expedition, although I have I tried to persuade him, but Dazhberg was more anxious than me. He was already thinking about his next plan. If we want to go further in our research, we must break through the current 'technical limitations'... You can understand this Words?"

"I can. I know a lot about that ancient time."

Saslier's eyes moved slightly: "I have always wanted to ask how you learned about it. As far as I know, the current spiritual world no longer contains information from our era. I have done many tests. ."

Zoya was silent for two seconds and shook her head in a rare moment: "I have no way to tell you."

Saslier was thoughtful, looking at the road ahead in a daze: "Then I guess you have no way to tell Dazhbog."

"I can't tell it. Only when the Lord of the Spirit World issues new orders can I convey this information."

"Similar to the fact that without administrator rights, you cannot learn more inside information."

"Yes."

Zoya's answer was very brief, and Saslier could not detect any emotion. The question and answer gave Saslier the feeling of interacting with a machine.

Pushing open the door engraved with a cross, Saslier walked in. The shadows behind him gradually arched, closing the door while isolating the interior of the room from the outside world.

Dazhberg, wearing a simple white robe, sat on the first row of benches. He held the cross in his hand tightly, his eyes were closed, and his lips moved but did not make a sound.

It wasn't until Saslier came to the side that Darborg raised his head. His slightly tired eyes were still full of warmth. When he saw the still flightless bird, he smiled warmly:

"Is the garden you can see completely different now?"

Skylark shook its tail feathers gently and shook off a few strands of black hair wrapped around the tips of its talons: "It's wonderful. The perception of living things is more vivid than I have ever observed."

Saslier motioned to the skylark on his shoulder to step on his finger, and handed the skylark to Dazhbog. Dariborg just stared at Zoya in his palm for a while, and the faint light fell from the feather clusters and continued to blend into his palm.

Dazhberg knew that those lights had established some kind of stable and powerful connection with him and were helping him stabilize his current state of consciousness, but the pattern of this power... seemed to have been deliberately designed.

Once a single and strong connection is distorted, will there be some bad change in the other party who uses it to stabilize the spirit?

Dazhberg sighed: "Well, I don't know whether this is good or bad."

"In the days I spent with Amani, this was what I did the most," Skylark tilted his head, his voice very gentle, "This is my most basic ability."

Dazhberg smiled and shook his head, but did not express his thoughts. Instead, he handed the skylark back to Saslier's hand: "You can take him for a walk and stay in the courtyard. He will not There are so many changes.”

"The courtyard is very nice." Skylark said softly.

This seemed to be the first time that Dazhbog did not ask questions, but Zoya expressed his own thoughts.

Such a subtle change made Dazhberg and Saslier look at each other, then he raised his hand and gently followed the skylark's raised head: "Yes, then you have to go and see that this world is not beautiful. That part?"

Zoya turned to Sasril quietly, with a faint silver light flowing in her eyes: "I..."

"You decide for yourself." Saslier smiled and interrupted what Zoya wanted to say.

It took Zoya more than ten seconds to give a clear answer: "I want to take a look."

Dazhberg nodded: "Take Zoya with you. If there is anything wrong, deal with it directly without going through the reporting process."

Saslier put Skylark back on his shoulder: "If there is something very important, I will go to Oseicus and leave a record after handling it. There are always procedures."

Dazhberg smiled, and the fatigue in his eyes was relieved. He lowered his head again, held the cross, and continued his previous prayer.

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Saslier led Skylark through the corridor again and left in the opposite direction.

"Zoya, haven't you ever thought about moving your wings?"

Skylark raised his wingtips and spread his wing feathers like a screen: "Do you want to move around?"

"It's not just about moving, but using it to really feel flying." Saslier explained that Zoya always had a child-like attitude, so when Saslier faced her, he would always Show lots of patience.

"For me, any substantial body is very heavy and I can't fly." Zoya flapped her wings twice. "I know that according to the body structure of birds, flying should be a very simple matter."

"Knowing doesn't mean trying. There are many things that you can only know the result after you have tried them personally. That is different from simple 'cognition'." Saslier reached out and rubbed Skylark's soft feathers.

Skylark was quiet for a long time, then shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't tried anything..."

"You already have wings, isn't this also an attempt?"

Zoya's eyes showed confusion, but after a brief thought, she became calm again: "I will, I will try."

"Remember to try again when there is someone around you." Saslier reminded.