Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Before Daribog entered the pavilion, the black-haired boy could not wait to run out, happily threw himself on Daribog, and gave his father a strong hug.

Amon would always behave like this on purpose, and he could easily observe his father's subtle behavior. Darborg would always show him a helpless and gratified smile, which let Amon know that his father did not hate his childish behavior. , but will treat Him more patiently.

This is a very tricky and deliberate act to gain favor, but Dazhbog will show joy, and Amon will become more willful.

More importantly, only He, as the Son of God, has the privilege of being coquettish toward his father.

Adam would not be like this. He was always quiet and calm. He came over and bowed before approaching his father.

The master of Eden calmed down the halo around him and smiled. Like any father who cares about his children, he bent down, held the two children in his arms, and rubbed their heads vigorously regardless of the black-haired boy's whispered protests.

The "Red Angel" and "Angel of Destiny" in the pavilion kept their heads bowed and saluted. They didn't raise their heads again until Dazhbog spoke up.

Zoya watched this scene quietly.

He has always been the indifferent bystander. Even if he avoided Amon's previous question, Zoya's attitude has already given a detailed answer - yes, he does not believe in Dazhbog.

The fragments of light will only be a corner of destiny, and they will go along with the long river of destiny and will not be shaken by the outside world.

That's how it should be.

The light spots slowly settled, like autumn leaves that were blown off the treetops, silently falling to the bottom and condensing into a ball. Most of the space inside the mask was filled with only gray and black silence.

"Zoya." Daribog's call rang out, causing the dazed shell to regain its consciousness.

Amon held Dazhbog's arm and shouted to Zoya: "Father is calling you!"

The look on the boy's face was very proud, and that kind of pride made Medici's eyes twitch. Fortunately, the Lord didn't mean to blame him. Instead, he patted Amon on the head.

The unknown voice in Zoya's heart began to whisper again, as if she was constantly telling him that she came here because of Dazhbog's call, not because of Amon's urging.

A little distorted light was reflected on Amon's lenses, and his smile became even brighter: "Father, why doesn't Zoya believe in you? He's not even in our holy scriptures. It's very strange."

"Our holy scripture", this is really a self-aggrandizing statement, but no one will point it out, because Amon's current behavior is just a child acting like a spoiled child with his father from beginning to end.

Even the malice in His question could no longer be concealed.

Zoya couldn't sigh, nor did she have many strong emotions. After returning to this body, as all the senses fell silent, the fresh vitality he felt in Skylark seemed to leave him again.

Only the constant buzzing noise in the depths of her consciousness was left, complaining about Amon's annoyance, but Zoya would not defend herself and just stood there silently.

Daribog raised his hand and patted Zoya's head gently, and the light spot that had just stopped slowly started to rotate again.

Dazhbog looked at Amon and spoke gently: "Zoya and I have an agreement. Now that he has arrived in my kingdom of God, it means that he and I trust each other, right?"

Amon tilted his head and said "Oh", but looking at the way his eyes were still moving around, it seemed that the child was probably considering some unreliable ideas.

Dazhberg picked up Amon with one hand, and then took Adam's hand. He even called Zoya to let him follow, and then sat on the bench specially arranged in the pavilion.

Ourolius and Medici did not follow, but stood at the edge of the pavilion, intentionally leaving space for the Lord.

Zoya originally wanted to stay outside the pavilion, but Daribog took the initiative to call him, which made Amon look at Zoya for a moment.

The black-haired Son of God hid all his harsh thoughts behind his monocle - he wanted to be a good boy in front of his father.

Dazhberg stayed here for a long time, chatting with the two children and asking them about their daily lives. He listened to Amon's childish showing off and complaining, and looked at the incomplete "works" in Adam's hands. , always with a gentle smile on his face.

Medici reached out and grabbed the halo above his head. Because the halo was just a shadow, he did not grasp anything substantial. However, this action made the bloody halo emitted by the halo more conspicuous: "Orochi, you should look for Time will paint this scene. It won’t take long for them to grow up, and I’m afraid they won’t be like this anymore.”

"Lord Sasril said that Zoya should not be allowed to leave any traces." Ourolius said calmly, his silver eyes closed tightly.

Medici was a little surprised: "But you have also painted skylarks many times."

"Skylark can do it, but Zoya can't. He can't leave too many traces."

Medici didn't speak for a while, just looking at the flowers that were always blooming in the courtyard.

Ourolius took a deep breath: "He is not in the Lord's holy scriptures for the same reason."

Medici moved his neck: "That means He will leave."

"Maybe." He closed his eyes tightly as he stared at fate, seemingly not caring about it.

Medici smiled and looked forward: "I don't know when my spiritual state has completely stabilized. The old dragon said it was related to the Lord's concept of 'anchor'. The more faith, the more stable it will be." mental state."

"Yes." Ourolius opened his eyes and looked at the void in front of him, "Zoya doesn't need it."

"But the story about the Skylark has been circulating, at least for a while." Medici said softly.

This matter was not the Lord’s will, nor was it planned by Saslier.

Just quietly, like mushrooms after the rain, that story popped up from the cracks and slipped into the dreams of living creatures.

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Dazhbog came to the courtyard today for other reasons. He could not stay here forever.

After appeasing the sons of gods, Daribog took Zoya out of the courtyard, which made Amon put on an angry expression and stared in Zoya's direction until he could no longer see his father's back. .

Although Zoya felt something, she did not look back. He guessed that Daribog also knew that this was his kingdom of God after all, and everything was under his watch.

Feeling that Zoya's light spots had shifted and converged towards him, Dazhbog laughed again:

"Amon doesn't like you very much?"

"He even stole Ourolius's idea that he was not satisfied with the painting, but he couldn't steal mine, which made him excessively curious." Zoya replied in a low voice, following closely behind Dazhbog around.

"I'm very excited about his future."

Zoya was quiet for a few seconds and shook her head: "I can't provide any help in this regard."

"Are you unable or unwilling?" Dazhberg asked, "This is different."

Zoya did not answer this question, so after a long moment of silence, Dazhberg took the initiative to turn to another matter: "I have made new progress in my research."

If there is anyone who can see Zoya's confusion from the trajectories of those light spots, it can only be Dazhbog.

Zoya even subconsciously speeded up her pace. At least the balance of her body is much better now than before: "Do you really no longer need my help?"

"Don't worry, our agreement will not change." Dazhbog knew what Zoya was worried about.

If one party in the transaction becomes worthless, the transaction will also lose its meaning.

Dazhberg continued: "Can I ask why you don't want to support Amon?"

Zoya stopped immediately, and Daribog took half a step forward before turning to look at him.

"He is too similar to the Lord of the Spirit World."

Such a similarity also made Zoya feel frightened. The small voice in her heart kept reappearing and complained in a low voice.

Dariborg leaned down and made his sight parallel to Zoya's light spot: "This is the result of part of the essence of the Lord of the Spirit World. I have to admit that the child's personality is very different from what I expected.

"But I will stand behind Him and help Him fight against the consciousness of the previous Lord of the Spirit World. I have given Him a lot of expectations. If you are willing, I believe He can definitely get to that point."

Dazhberg put his hand on Zoya's shoulder: "I will also tell you that this is not an order. You can consider this option first. We might discuss it again. Someone has to get to that position. , isn’t it?”

A silver stream rolled up between the light spots, but after splashing a little water, it returned to a corner of the long river.

Zoya shook her head slowly: "Daribog, even if the dice of fate keep turning, in the future that I can see, it already has a direction... Destiny has always had its own candidate."

"That's it." Dazhberg suddenly seemed to be relieved. He let go of Zoya's shoulders, stood up again, and spread his palms towards Zoya, "You already have your own candidate."

Zoya hesitated for two seconds with the palm in front of her, then put it up, letting Dazhbog hold her, and walked towards the stairs leading to the depths of the corridor: "I'm sorry."

"Under the instinct of aggregation tendency, your ability was almost integrated with the previous master of the spirit world, and you took over some of his plans. Amani is your first attempt, isn't it?"

"I can't separate myself. I can't do this myself, so I need to find a way in them. Now, once I lose the shell of the real world, I will have no choice but to return to the spiritual world."

"This is also the real reason why you followed Amani to see me."

Zoya raised her head: "Then does our deal still stand, Lord of the Star Boundary?"

"That depends on which perspective you are from when you say this to me...Origin Castle, or the Key of Light."

Zoya's body suddenly became stiff, and she just kept moving at a mechanized pace. Dazhbog still held his hand, and even slowed down to prevent Zoya from being dragged and falling.

There was a turbid color surging in his golden eyes: "What about you, Zoya? Do you want to comply with fate, or change it?" (End of this chapter)