Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

"The sea? What is that?"

"Have you never seen the ocean at all? The ocean is obviously much wider than the land, and there are many islands."

Because the young man opposite had a strange look in his eyes, Medici adjusted his pronunciation in Elvish. When he spoke again, the words he used were much more standard: "I haven't seen it before. I hate water and don't like going into the lake. swim."

What a joke. Which fire giant has nothing to do to play in the water every day? Is there no place to find someone to fight with?

A brilliant light emitted from Oseikus' hand, shining on the injured man's shoulder. Wisps of black smoke seeped out from the wound and disappeared into the air.

This is an older young man with dark blue and nearly black hair. However, the vicissitudes of his face and a slightly messy short beard make him look completely middle-aged. His face is square but not deep. Even though he looks majestic because of his straight face, the lines of his facial features are softer than those of the residents of the land.

In the corner of the room, there are still piles of iron rings and anklets that were previously tied to the man, with burnt black marks on them.

Medici, who had just removed these things, was swinging the heavy iron rings boredly, making them make a harsh "ding-ding-ding" sound: "The sea..."

Ourolius sat quietly next to him, with Skylark, who also had his eyes closed, squatting on his shoulders. If his body were not quite stable, people would mistakenly think that he was dozing.

After Oseikus finished treating the contaminated wound, he immediately picked up a bandage soaked in the sun's holy water and potion, wrapped it around the man's body, and wrapped the man carefully.

There were too many wounds on the man's body. The old wounds were of unknown origin, ranging from whip marks and burns to cuts made by sharp objects. The new wounds carried the devil's residual curse, and several wounds were constantly infected. It oozed ichor, and Osykus cleaned it up for a long time.

After Medici cauterized them with flames, the wounds finally stopped bleeding.

What Medici admired very much was that even when he was being cauterized to stop the bleeding, the man remained silent and just frowned.

At least judging from his behavior after walking into the room, except for his stern expression, the man had been frowning and no other expression appeared on his face.

Medici swung hard and threw the collar iron ring he was playing with into the corner of the room: "Tell me, what is the sea like where you came from?"

The man's lips twitched, and he raised his arms stiffly to let Oseikus busily tie more bandages. Then he shook his head: "There's nothing to say."

There's really nothing to say - he's not someone's messenger, he didn't come with any good news, he was just fleeing with a group of guys who were also slaves. They escaped all the way from the sea to the west, and then encountered wandering demons. They originally thought they would die in the hands of demons, but they did not expect to be saved by another group of demon hunters.

And brought it here...

The man frowned and looked around the room, then quickly lowered his head. Although when he just walked into the room, he noticed that several teenagers in the room each had strange powers in their bodies, but now he was observing more , the red-haired boy and the silver-haired boy had a temperament that made his heart palpitate.

This kind of temperament has only been experienced by men in high-ranking elves. It was just a glimpse in the crowd, or when he was younger and lying on the window sill, watching the Elf King and Elf Queen parade. pressure.

Oseikus heard Medici smacking his lips in dissatisfaction. Considering that this devastated gentleman was also brought back by the Lord, there is a high probability that he will become a "brother" who follows the Lord together in the future.

The young "Priest of Light" wanted to lighten the atmosphere in the room, and couldn't help asking softly: "I am Osykus, what about you? What is your name?"

Name, what a strange thing.

The names of the elves are even more special. The Elf language was also created by the Elf King. Each new word is accompanied by the birth of a first-generation Elf, and that is the source of their real names.

But how could a slave with a little bit of sea elf blood have his own name?

The man's brows furrowed again: "I don't know."

Medici pushed Ourolius with his elbow: "Is this person out of his mind?"

Ourolius opened his eyes and calmly nodded at the skylark on his shoulder: "No name, that's normal. Zoya didn't have a name a long time ago either."

Medici glanced at the ordinary-looking bird: "So the Lord also gave you this name?"

"Yes." Zoya answered briefly.

Of course Oseikus also heard the exchanges between several people. Medici would never deliberately lower his voice. Even if he laughed at something, he would say it to the person's face. This is one of the reasons why most people in the War Legion hate him—— However, the members will not reject Medici's leadership. There is a difference between recognizing a leader's ability and recognizing the leader's temperament.

Oseikus looked at the new man who came to the settlement thoughtfully: "Maybe you can also ask the Lord if you want a name."

The man's frown gradually relaxed, as if it was only at this moment that he realized that Oseikus had bandaged most of his wounds: "Well, thank you."

Oseikus smiled and packed up the healing things: "Nothing, you will need some time to...recuperate. Sorry, my Elvish language is not very proficient yet."

The man just shook his head, hunched his back, and sat on the stone bench staring at the ground in trance.

But when Oseikus walked towards the door, the man suddenly remembered something: "Wait a minute, where are the other people? Those who escaped with me, they..."

Medici let out a few strange laughs: "Fang Xing, we don't have the elves' habit of bleeding their prey, so we won't eat them."

"It's 'don't worry'." Ourolius corrected him from the side, which made Medici's words less sarcastic.

Medici glared at Ourolius with disgust, but said nothing. He just put his hands on his chest, looking a little depressed.

Ourolius's gentle and cold eyes met the man, and the man quickly looked away. He seemed not used to looking at anyone. Even when Osykus helped him treat him and talked to him, the man always looked away. Avoiding looking at anyone.

There was a faint silver river outlined in Ouro Leus's eyes, which disappeared after a few seconds, and then he closed his eyes again.

Medici elbowed Ourolius again and asked deliberately: "How is it? What did you see?"

Ourolius did not answer immediately, but after a two-second pause, he replied gently: "Destiny."

"What nonsense are you talking about and nothing else?"

"No, fate is fate."

Medici clenched his fists and then unclenched them, and sighed gloomily. In this regard, he had no idea what Ourolius was thinking, and he even felt that the big snake was really not very smart many times.

But if Ourolius was really not smart, how could he think of following the Lord? It’s not like Medici has never asked Ourolius before, and the answer is the same as today, which always makes Medici feel angry - "fate".

Damn, irritating fate, such an intangible thing. Medici thought so and looked at the rather silent man indifferently.

Oseikus glanced at Medici disapprovingly, but did not say anything. He knew the character of the flame giant very well. The more you replied, the easier it would be for him to pick on the sore spot and ridicule you.

Oseikus gave the man a relieved smile: "Don't worry, they have arranged their own rooms. We have very professional doctors to help. I will also check it out. It's just that you were most seriously injured because of the battle. I have to Come here and take care of your wounds first."

The man nodded to him, and then glanced uneasily at Medici and Ourolius next to him, but he concealed his "feeling to see off guests" very well, and it seemed that he was just briefly observing the other two. A person's face.

However, Oseikus could understand the man's embarrassment. In fact, he also had the same doubt in his heart: "Medici, I just wanted to ask, what are you here for?"

Medici tilted his head: "There is no training today. The Lord is letting the boys who have just wiped out the nearby demon stronghold rest for two days. Those young people are not good. They are so tired after just a little exercise."

Even though the real age is difficult to tell, Medici used the appearance of a young man to call the members of the War Legion "boys", which still made Oseikus somewhat embarrassed:

"After all, most of the members are still humans and cannot recover as quickly as you... But you didn't answer my question."

Osykus would not let Medici avoid the subject, and there was a bit of hidden paranoia in his temperament.

Medici stared at Osykus sideways for two seconds, then suddenly turned to Ourolius next to him: "Why don't you ask Ourolius? Orochi, tell me what you are here for?"

"The Lord asked me to take a look at the condition of the wounded."

Medici "tsk" impatiently. He didn't expect that Ourolius actually had a serious mission. He seemed to be the only real idler.

Oseikus stopped by the door and cast a harsh look on Medici: "Then let's go and let this gentleman have a good rest. After all, he has traveled a long way to get to Chaoyang City."

"Orochi! We should go, do you hear? Otherwise our terrible little consul will start lecturing us." Medici stood up lazily and shouted to Ourolius, who was still sitting on the chair.

Osykus's face turned slightly red, and now he frowned just like the man: "I'm not a consul - come on, you're only disturbing the patients here!"

Ouroleus listened to Medici's words, but when he walked behind Medici, he also seriously retorted: "Osykus is not a consul, but a temporary agent. This is different."

Medici swaggered past Oseikus: "It's no different. Anyway, they are just doing chores, boring positions..." (End of Chapter)