Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Leodero.

When Abram shouted this, he didn't even react. This was a name for himself.

But he did have a name, and it was a name given by a certain "lord". The young man seemed to regard this as a great honor, but the man himself felt nothing. Apart from a little joy, he felt more at a loss.

On the other hand, he was somewhat curious about the "lord" of Chaoyang City.

The rest of the people also walked out of the house one after another. After seeing that Leodro and the others were still alive, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Leodro originally thought that the boy whose arm was bitten off by the demon could not be saved from such serious injuries - then he saw the boy holding up his intact right arm and rushing towards everyone he saw. He was showing off, his pointed ears were red from the shocked exclamations of others, and he almost bounced every step he took.

The young man saw Leodro following Abram to the side of the road, and immediately rushed up excitedly: "Chief, chief! Look! My arm is completely healed!"

Leodro grabbed the young man's shoulder with his backhand to prevent him from knocking him away. Then he grabbed the young man's shaking right hand and observed it carefully.

The skin is more delicate and white, and it is obvious that he is anemic, but he is indeed able to move freely.

"It's that Lord, they call him Lord Saslier! He must be a great and strong man!" The young man shouted loudly like a barrage of fire, "I just slept for a while, and then when I got up, My arms are back!"

"Your arm isn't back, it's growing again." Leodro let go of the boy and watched him running happily towards another middle-aged man with a gloomy face, sighing slightly.

When the two were talking, Skylark translated their conversation softly, and the humming voice was directly transmitted into his mind, which made Abram stare at the little bird on his shoulder in surprise.

It wasn't until Zoya stopped this strange translation process that Abram came back to his senses: "Your name is...Zoya, right?"

"yes."

"Hello, I'm Abram. I thought you would just, explain to me verbally... Well, do you know many languages?"

Zoya was silent for a few seconds: "No, it's just that I have a special way to process this information and make corresponding transformations."

This entered Abram's knowledge blind spot. Although he could understand every word Zoya said, he didn't know what it meant.

Leodero did not pay attention to Abram's exchange with the bird, but simply counted the number of people standing by the path. Counting himself, there were nine people in total, which was consistent with the number of survivors before they encountered the devil. This made Leodero Dro breathed a sigh of relief.

At least everyone was here...anyone lucky enough to escape.

After Leodro approached, the others spontaneously gathered around and talked to him about their experiences in the past few days. They were not used to their stable days these days, and even frequently felt panicked.

Until now, these people have met the "leader" they trust most in their hearts, and they are eager to express their thoughts.

Of course they hope they can stay, but they don't have any confidence in this matter. The language barrier is also one of the reasons for their fear.

The boy was still flexing and stretching his arms, as if he planned to do this all day long: "But they are very good, they are all very good, they healed my injury!"

The middle-aged man with a melancholy expression grunted, grabbed the boy's arm, and pressed it down hard: "Stop making trouble! How do you know they won't kill us? Maybe this is another hunting ground, waiting for prey. 'Only after we have recovered, will they let us out again!"

Leodro could understand his concerns, but he didn't think people like Abram had the need to do this: "If you are worried, we can go out and take a look. This is the reason why we are gathered here today."

The person who had always been regarded as the leader spoke, and although the others had their own ideas, they fell silent for the time being. It is also very beneficial for them to have the opportunity to leave here and walk nearby, so no one will object. After all, if they want to escape, they can also take this opportunity to observe the terrain.

Seeing that no one said anything, Leodro had no choice but to continue: "Also, we can have names. At least as far as I know, everyone here has their own name."

The boy started waving his arms again and almost slapped the middle-aged man next to him on the face: "Name!? Really? Can we change a name every day?"

"It's better to be fixed."

"You have your own name now?" asked a more rosy-faced woman in the team.

She once had a very conspicuous long sea-blue hair, but it has all been cut off now. Leodro remembered that her master was once very keen on showing off her long hair, so as soon as she was free, she got rid of it completely. A burden that drags almost to the ground.

Leodro nodded and did not hide the fact that he had been given a name. Everyone began to discuss in confusion. At first, everyone could not figure out what to do. It was not until the young man threw out seven or eight names that others gradually understood. Come up with your own ideas.

Leodro listened silently, and he didn't write them down one by one until they also chose their preferred names and confirmed that they would not change.

Of course he kept it in mind, he had never learned to write.

Zoya is a very conscientious translator, too conscientious. Abram, who was standing not far away, thought so.

The buzzing in his mind never stopped, but the meaning of those words came rushing in, making Abram feel a strong sense of mental discomfort. He finally had to ask Zoya to stop and only translated the final discussion they had. The result of the name is just fine.

Abram saw Leodro looking at him and smiled friendly, but his smile was not as energetic as usual: "Then shall we set off now?"

"What do we need to pay attention to?" Leodro gestured to himself. He didn't know if people like him would attract any hostility when they stepped into Chaoyang City.

Abram shook his head: "Don't worry, no one will make things difficult for you."

Leodro's inner doubts had a very reasonable answer when he saw two giants sitting by the campfire - they were two hill-like giants, much more eye-catching than those with elven blood. .

A campfire as tall as one person was burning brightly, with a whole skinless four-legged beast roasted on it, which looked like a large wild wolf.

The two giants were staring intently at the fire, waiting for the sweaty chef to spread sauce on the barbecue. Even though they were sitting cross-legged on the ground, they looked like two gray-blue boulders. The feeling of oppression is more obvious.

The giants rarely have clothes of any style. The most popular "fashion" among them is to peel off the animal skins of their prey, sew them up, and wrap them around their bodies to cover their chest, abdomen, waist, and hips.

Sewing animal skins is easy to make. This kind of dressing is not only convenient for these big guys, so that they don't have to worry about damage to their clothes, they can start a fight on the spot at any time, but also convenient for them to show off their prey to others. Even more extreme, they like to show off their prey to others. The bones are also used as embellishments and made into other ornaments.

One of the giants heard movement on the path beside him. He turned around and tightened his grip on the ax at his waist. His huge one-eye glanced down, full of intimidation.

However, seeing Abram walking in front of these people, the giant quickly let go of his axe, waved his rough palm casually, curled his rough rock-like lips as a greeting, and then I continued to wait patiently with my companions for the food to be cooked.

Although the giants use giant language, they don't like to communicate with words. Most of the time, body language is enough for them, including more intense wrestling, punching and kicking.

The two Cyclops who came from the Land of Silver are already considered the most sensible among their kind, otherwise most of the nearby forest might have been trampled down long ago.

Leodro was thoughtful and asked in a lowered voice: "The Lord you believe in is a giant?"

Abram gasped subconsciously. He had to resist the urge to scream loudly so as not to appear rude in front of the guests: "Of course not! No! The Lord is a god, the god of mankind!"

Leodro smiled reluctantly. Seeing Abram's resolute reaction, some of his suspicions were confirmed again.

The "Lord" Chaoyang City believes in probably does not belong to any "god" he knows, because before today, he has never heard such a statement - how can a weak human being have his own "god" ?

Abram took a deep breath and adjusted his emotions. He suddenly remembered that these guests were not ordinary human beings, so Abram recalled the Lord's declaration to them that "days and nights are one day, to count the years." That day.

He couldn't say this in Elvish, so he had to look at Zoya on his shoulder: "Can you help me translate it to him?"

Skylark nodded, and his pale eyes moved, making Leodro feel very uncomfortable.

When Abram spoke again, the same buzzing words came from Skylark. They did not fall directly into Leodro's mind, but were clearly heard by everyone in the room:

“However, our Lord has said that as long as we obey His commandments and keep His laws, He will surely love all living beings in the world just as all living beings love Him... We will also regard people who also believe in the Lord as friends, relatives or brothers and sisters.

"People in Chaoyang City come from all over the world. We don't need to ask where they come from. As long as they are willing to believe in the Lord, the land here will accept their footprints and the sun will shine above their heads. No matter what, the Lord will Know whether His followers are pious.

"The biggest difference between here and other places is that we have the brightest sun. Every time the light falls on the earth, we can know that the Lord is with us."

Almost subconsciously, the guests from the sea raised their heads and looked at the radiant ball in the sky.

Abram had to remind them: "Don't stare at the glory of the Lord, it will cause harm."

"What happened?" Leodro asked.

Abram's smile was a little embarrassed, and Zoya helped him translate those words: "Well, I have seen several new people before, and my eyes were burned because I stared at them for too long."

Leodro doubted that the person Abram was talking about was himself.