Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

"Osykus, once you are ready, we can arrange the ceremony."

Oseikus was very excited when he heard what Sasril said, but Medici, who was also listening to the Lord's instructions outside the prayer room, was not so happy.

Because once Oseikus is successfully promoted, he will directly transfer people from the War Legion to form a knighthood and station it near the "Chaoyang City" for a long time. This is to steal people from the hands of Medici.

Although Medici always disliked his group of people, he never planned to separate the War Legion. He had very strict and high requirements for his "team". Judging from the current situation, once there is a vacancy in the War Legion , and there are not many personnel to add - cultivating new extraordinary people requires sufficient time and resources.

Of course, Saslier noticed Medici's eyebrows that were about to squeeze into the word "one": "Don't worry, Medici, you still have time to polish the new members who are about to join in the past six months, because of the arrival of the dozen mixed-blood elves. , the Lord postponed the expedition against the elves and decided to pacify the nearby settlements and villages first.”

Medici heard the word "new members" and couldn't help but raise his head: "The Lord wants to incorporate those people into the ranks of the war legions? But I have looked at them one by one. They are not strong, including the leader. He doesn't seem to be complete. of extraordinary people.”

"It's not them, but... Extraordinary people from the human settlements of the dragon tribe."

As Saslier expected, Medici showed a surprised expression for a moment, and then said something completely out of his mind: "Can there be any living humans under the rule of the dragon clan?"

Oseikus looked at Medici hesitantly. As an extraordinary person who was born as a human, he had quite complicated feelings about this sentence. However, Lord Saslier was still here, and Oseikus would not be like Medici. How rude.

No matter what emotion or dissatisfaction Medici had, the matter had already been decided, and he would not go against the Lord’s decision—loyalty to the Lord was greater than all emotions.

However, neither Medici nor Osykus saw the Lord, but Sasril acted as an intermediary to convey these two orders.

Medici was in front, Oseikus was half a step behind, walking on the long corridor leading to the courtyard.

Ordinarily, Medici would not think that he would have anything to say to this guy who is all about business, but he was still thinking about the Lord’s arrangement: “If you are not promoted, you may not be able to control me. Those fools down there.”

When Oseikus heard Medici take the initiative to chat with him, he couldn't help but react cautiously for two seconds, thinking about his answer: "I will try my best to be prepared. Lord Saslier has taken over all official duties in the past two days. , leaving only the morning prayer ceremony in the church for me to complete by myself."

Medici let out a "hum" through his nostrils, and glanced at Oseikus with a very contemptuous look: "I really don't understand what the Lord values ​​​​about you."

"Perhaps it was what Uroleus saw," Oseikus recalled thoughtfully, "He seemed to be the first to follow the Lord. When I first saw the Lord, I was so impressed by Uroleus. Lucius was very impressed."

"That's even more annoying! You talk about 'fate' every day, but can good luck help people get promoted?"

Oseikus's eyes fell on Medici, with a bit of enlightenment, and a bright smile appeared on the young man's face: "Medici, you are reminding me to ask Ourolius for some good luck to ensure Did everything go well with the promotion?"

"What - of course not!" Medici yelled loudly and irritably. It could be heard that he was dissatisfied with Oseikus's reaction, and Medici almost added a few swear words.

"Isn't it?" Oseikus was convinced of his own thoughts, thinking that Medici was just being tough.

Medici took a step to the side: "Don't smile like an idiot. You will make me think that you are as brainless as those big guys Hermes greeted."

Ever since he met the messengers from the giants around Hermes, Medici recently liked to use such words to laugh at others, and intermittently forgot the fact that he was also a "Fire Giant".

Oseikus pondered for a while in distress. Although he could hear Medici's sarcastic meaning, he had no desire to fight back: "But except for you, no one will think that I smile like an idiot. Their comments are all It’s the opposite of you.”

"Ha, isn't it because they are idiots too?"

After Medici finished speaking, he decisively turned to the corridor leading to the garden, while Oseikus walked to the other side. He wanted to go back and rest early. After the morning prayer ceremony tomorrow morning, Oseikus decided to go directly to Saslier. Make a request for promotion.

He didn't want to wait any longer. Even after the potion was digested, he still had a clear sense of fragmentation. He just wanted to work harder and was unwilling to delay for another day.

Only then could Osykus catch up with the figure he had been looking up to, the sun that kept rising to the top of the dome.

——

Zoya did not sit on Ourolius' shoulders, but was facing a canvas spread out on the ground in a daze.

"Do you want to try painting by yourself?" Ourolius asked.

"Try?"

This is what Zoya answered at the time, but Ourolius seemed to have misunderstood His tone and directly arranged the canvas, and patiently divided the paint into small trays and arranged them in a circle next to the white paper.

Skylark took two steps back and forth on the blank canvas, and suddenly felt that Chernobog's words made sense. He should really learn to fly.

Zoya tried to put a little black paint between her paws, and then scratched it on the paper bit by bit, as slowly as a snail crawling, leaving a string of uneven wet lines.

Zoya jumped slightly and stepped back. However, the angle of view attached to the canvas made it impossible for her to observe the overall direction of the lines. She just continued to apply paint and move her claws in a daze.

So when Medici walked into the pavilion, he saw the skylark stepping on the canvas. The white canvas was filled with mixed colors and crooked lines. It looked like the shadow of the spiritual world was painted on the paper. superior.

Medici doesn't understand much about art, but at least he can understand what Ourolius painted, and what Zoya painted...

Medici felt that it was not as good as the color blocks he painted himself.

Zoya was bouncing across the canvas leaving paw prints, for no particular reason other than because it was faster than tracing with her paws.

Ourolius had stopped writing. He sat beside the skylark's work in confusion, his eyes a little vacant.

Medici slapped Ourolius on the shoulder, waking him up from deep thought: "What are you looking at?"

"I'm wondering what Zoya painted..."

Zoya stopped the string of yellow footprints, turned her head and stared at the messy lines, and stood quietly on the canvas for a while: "I don't know either."

Medici shook his head and sighed: "You have no talent, even I can tell."

Ourolius handed over a wet towel. Skylark jumped on it and carefully wiped off the paint on his paws. Ourolius wiped it carefully again, carefully controlling the force on his hands.

Medici pulled up another stone bench and sat down next to Ourolius in a carefree manner: "But I didn't see the Lord's condition this time."

"The Lord is still integrating authority and it is not suitable to be disturbed."

"This is what Lord Sasril said, but I always feel that I can feel at ease only if I see it with my own eyes. Is Angelweed, the 'Dragon of Fantasy', so easy to kill?" Medici muttered in a low voice, "It's not me. I don’t believe in the Lord’s power, but that giant dragon king is also known for weaving traps.”

Ouroleus thought for a while, then stared at a point in the void. Silver rivers flowed in his pale eyes, but they quickly disappeared: "No, I can't see it."

"I guess so."

Zoya listened quietly to the conversation between the two, a faint light flickering at the tips of the feather clusters, and he lowered his head without saying a word, letting Ourolius put himself back on his shoulders.

But this reminded Medici: "Little sparrow, can you see anything?"

Skylark tilted his head: "Fate is destined. The more you try to escape, the more trapped you will be."

"...You fortune tellers, can't you just say what you see in a normal way?"

Sooner or later you will be caught stewing the potion. Medici thought silently in his heart.

——

For the promotion of "The Dark One", the materials have been prepared and inspected by Daribog. A complete and safe formula can be prepared at any time.

As the god of the "Sun" path, He can ensure the safety of this potion, but promotion is still a risky thing.

Oseikus listened quietly to the explanation from Sasril, but when he learned the details of the promotion ceremony, he still showed a blank expression.

"Strip away the strongest and most reluctant emotions? But..."

Oseikus put his hand on his heart in confusion. He tried to think about it, but he couldn't determine what kind of emotion would meet the standards. He always believed that he was a righteous and observant person, and humbly followed all the Lord's teachings. For the sake of the Lord and to follow the Lord’s glory, it seems that everything can be given up.

Until Saslier exposed Oseikus's blind spot under the light: "Actually, this is very obvious, but it may be difficult for you to see clearly. What I will strip away is your piety and admiration for the Lord, including the All the motivations and desires that are born.”

After a pause, Saslier gave Oseikus a few seconds of buffering time: "So if you want to think about it again, you can hesitate for a few more days."

Oseikus bit his lip and his face gradually turned pale: "I..."

Of course he was afraid. For a moment, he was almost afraid of being abandoned by the Lord. But if it is for promotion, all this is necessary, and Osykus cannot keep delaying or avoiding it.

This was a great fear for Osychus - losing contact with his Lord.

Sasril knew what Oseikus was afraid of, and the gentle smile on his face had a strong soothing effect on Oseikus: "No, the Lord will not abandon anyone who is willing to follow Him, and will treat him with kindness and honesty." Him.”

At this moment, Osykus remembered the sequence he was currently in, and was called the "Priest of Light" by the Lord.

Those who are willing to sacrifice themselves to the light will have the light be with them no matter when and where they are.

The illusory sound of the potion breaking sounded in his ears, and Oseikus's eyes lit up with excitement: "I understand, I can perform the promotion ceremony at any time."