Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Medici had no chance to see the Lord, but Zoya was taken away by Sasril.

By the way, Saslier also took away the painting whose style it was difficult to identify.

He felt the need to take a look at himself. At least this could be regarded as some kind of "effort" by Zoya, but the results made people laugh. Although Dariborg might not be able to appreciate it with his own eyes, those bird claws look quite cute.

Saslier looked at the skylark on his shoulder: "What do you think?"

"Not much," Zoya replied softly, "but I want to learn to fly."

Saslier looked at Skylark and said, "Did you accept my proposal?"

"Yes, that would make it easier for me to act independently."

At least it won't be impossible to go to other places just because it was put on the ground.

Zoya was not used to the perspective of looking up at other people. For the first time, she felt that Ouroboros and Medici were very tall.

Pushing open the wooden door engraved with a cross and walking into the familiar prayer room, the door behind Saslier was gently closed and closed by the shadow of the arched ground.

On the bench in the first row, sat the figure in a simple white robe. He did not lower his head and pray silently like he did several times before. Instead, he looked up at the cross standing in the front, his brows slightly arched. It's not hard to tell what's bothering him.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Dazhberg did not look back, but continued to maintain his previous posture and meditate.

Zoya stood up from Saslier's shoulder: "Dazhbog."

Darborg took his eyes away from the cross and turned his head with a smile: "Zoya, good afternoon."

"Good afternoon." Zoya looked at Daribog and saw an overly bright golden light disappearing from the depths of his eyes.

Saslier lifted Skylark from his shoulders and placed it on Daribog’s open palm. Sasliel himself sat down next to Daribog. The black robe on his body made him look more like An opaque vertical shadow.

Soft light spots scattered on the skylark's feather clusters, but this time it lasted longer, until Dazhberg stretched out his hand and touched the skylark's head: "That's it, thank you."

There was obvious hesitation in Zoya's eyes, but she still accepted Daribog's signal, the light converged back under the feathers, and the skylark moved a step forward in Daribog's palm:

"You need to stabilize yourself."

"I need to seize the time, there is no choice. If my condition will deteriorate sooner or later, I can take back my complete authority and understand the nature of the extraordinary, so that I can better fight against it."

After a few seconds of silence, Dazhberg smiled and said to Yunque: "I am also very grateful for your help."

Zoya shook her head, not knowing whether she disapproved of Daribog's resolute action or felt that her help was insufficient. The cross on Daribog's chest was reflected in Yunque's gentle eyes.

Saslier turned his head and said, "Oh, I have something else to show you."

"What?"

Darborg took the canvas handed over by Saslier and saw that the paint on it was dark due to mixing. The whole painting looked dirty, but the traces of the bird's claws on the top layer were quite clear.

The smile on Dazhberg's lips was hard to suppress: "Zoya's painting? This really surprises me. It must be Ourolius's idea... Well, it's a very good idea."

Skylark doesn't have much expression, and his eyes don't have any fluctuations: "I can see that it does not conform to the style of any painting. Even with the perspective of postmodern art, it cannot be criticized."

"Postmodern art", in the language of giants, means "artistic creation in the present moment in the future years", and the whole thing has become nondescript.

But Dazhberg understood, and he was a little surprised: "Do you still know or even understand such vocabulary?"

Zoya was quiet for two seconds and turned her head in the direction of the painting: "I know. The language they use and the things they come into contact with in life are very rich."

But compared with here, compared with the world inside and outside the courtyard, the two parties hardly have much in common.

"I'm more curious about how you learned about those things."

However, Darborg knew that he would not get an answer even if he asked, so he simply changed the subject and brought up another matter: "Osykus's promotion ceremony may also require your help to give him some good luck. "

"Do you need me to come?" Zoya knew that Ourolius could do the same thing, and it seemed that there was no need for him to give good luck.

The good fortune given by Zoya will bring a certain amount of bad luck to balance it, especially for those Beyonders whose fortunes are more volatile. The good luck and bad luck that Uroleus can give must be more stable. Darborg should know this, at least Saslier has seen it.

Dazhberg followed the skylark's feathers: "Yes, you can only do this, and it's not just good luck. I also want you to see the fate of Osykus. I know what Ourolius saw. My destiny is always to be less than yours."

Zoya was silent for a while, and even when he nodded, he looked worried: "Destiny can be glimpsed, but it is difficult to change."

"What is supposed to happen will always happen, I know," Dazhberg smiled and held up the skylark and handed it to Saslier, "but most of life only exists in the present."

A little surprise appeared in Yunque's eyes: "Do you know anything?"

"Oh, just some research results, a trivial understanding."

Darborg nodded to Saslier: "I will go back to the research room in a while, and you can take Zoya to prepare for Oseikus' promotion ceremony."

"I will take care of the settlement's affairs, and I will inform you when Herabergen comes."

"You are always worthy of my trust."

Dazhberg sighed softly and watched Saslier walk out of the door.

Before the shadow closed the door, Skylark suddenly turned his head and glanced at Dazhberg. He no longer looked at the huge cross in front of him in a daze. Instead, he stared at his hands, then slowly tightened his fingers, pressing the silver figure on his chest. On the cross.

Skylark's gentle eyes looking at the past and future seemed to see Dazhbog's fatigue that had never been shown in front of others.

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The red and golden blood of the sun bird emits hot steam in the open pot, and bubbles pop up due to boiling. Every time a bubble bursts on the surface, a little golden light will flash at the top.

Oseikus broke a crack in the sacred radiance stone, and first put the liquid inside on a scale to check with a cup of pre-measured water. Until the weights were almost the same, he poured the accompanying liquid of the sacred radiance stone into the pot.

Saslier watched silently, thirty ml, no more, no less.

The radiant blood in the pot began to flow, and the golden light between the broken bubbles no longer floated. Instead, it gradually condensed into a thin layer of light, slowly floating on the surface.

The next material was the golden hand juice. Oseikus bit his lower lip and silently counted the orange juice dripping from his palm.

Every drop of liquid that fell into the pot made the color of the liquid clearer. Seven drops fell into the pot, and the weight was enough. Oseikus withdrew his hand immediately.

The boiling water in the pot is already red gold, and golden mist floats on the surface. From time to time, a small vortex will roll up, and a candle-like shadow will burst out, like a firework that is about to burn out.

The magma core powder had already been ground. Oseikus poured them into the pot and used a brush to sweep off the residue at the bottom of the stone dish.

The red-black powder swallowed up the golden mist floating on the surface, and the originally boiling mixture gradually calmed down. Dark red clots settled at the bottom, mutually exclusive with the golden-red flowing part above.

Oseikus took a deep breath and picked up the black vial that Sasril handed to him. The moment Oseikus used the clip to remove the soft cork, a bright and warm light was already emitted.

Oseikus's hands were shaking slightly uncontrollably, and his breathing was also disordered. This was a drop of the main material needed to make the "Darkless One" potion...a drop of the blood of the "Sun".

This is the divine blood from the Lord!

Such a gift made Oseikus' eyes feel hot, but he stabilized his mind and kept telling himself that the more difficult promotion ceremony was still to come, and he must maintain a good and stable condition.

We must never live up to the Lord’s expectations. Oseikus thought this way, and dropped the drop of blood emitting the radiance of the sun into the slightly fluctuating auxiliary material.

A miniature sun rose from the pot. In the entire room, except around Saslier, all the shadows were completely dispersed, leaving only the warm sunshine.

Osykus kept staring at the potion in the pot. He had extinguished the brazier below. The sunlight absorbed the sediment and all the blood at the bottom of the pot, and then tightly hugged them together.

The light only lasted for a total of three or four seconds before it converged and retracted into the liquid in the pot. The golden but clear liquid was slowly swirling, with a circle of halo-like ripples suspended in the middle, which looked very similar. It is a heraldry with the shape of a sun carved into it.

Oseikus poured the potion into the stone bowl and then turned to Sasril next to him.

The young man was so nervous that he couldn't say anything and just nodded vigorously.

Zoya on Sasril's shoulder opened her eyes, her gentle gaze resting on Oseikus's face, and the skylark's feathers flashed twice covertly.

Another chaotic color appeared in Saslier's eyes. Oseikus' tense body trembled, and then he subconsciously took a half step back, holding on to the edge of the table before barely standing still.

A humanoid shadow staggered out of his body and flew up until it curled up into a small ball, suspended in Saslier's palm.

Oseikus's eyes had completely lost their luster, but he did not forget what he should do. He turned around numbly, grabbed the bottle of golden potion stiffly, raised the stone bowl to his mouth, and drank it all in one gulp. .

The power that purifies everything almost incinerates the young man.

Surrounded by the strong sunlight, he almost completely forgot about himself. The four words "praise the sun" were spoken unconsciously. The sunlight changed everything about him from the inside out - then Saslier raised his hand, and that The shadow that was pulled away slowly floated back to where it belonged.

Osykus opened his eyes, and the shadow of the sun lit up in his eyes. His handsome face changed from painful twitching to calmness, until he revealed a passionate smile full of longing.

He stretched out his arms toward the top of his head, as if to embrace the vigorous light overflowing from his body: "Praise you! Lord who created everything!"

Another miniature sun rises over the "Chaoyang City", making its presence evident.

Just like the rising sun, its soft light shines everywhere.