Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

"Adam."

"Um."

"It feels like I haven't seen Zoya for a while."

"Um?"

"Did he die somewhere? Ever since his father took him away, he never came back."

The charcoal in Adam's hand stopped, and he sighed imperceptibly, looking at his brother who always had a lot of questions and energy: "No."

Amon is sitting on an apple tree. The slender branches seem to bear no weight at all. Even as a child, his weight at this moment is not much lighter than a bird. For Amon, who is becoming more and more familiar with his abilities, It is already a very easy "fraud rule".

Without getting the answer he wanted to hear or more detailed information, Amon stopped speculating on Zoya's whereabouts. He stretched out his hand and pinched off a bud with a pink outer layer, letting the pale white petals bloom in his palm over time, and then quickly withered and rotted. When he finally closed his fingers, the withered petals shattered into powder.

Amon let go of his hand and dusted off his fingers: "Then Zoya must have been kicked out of the Kingdom of God because she didn't want to believe in her father."

"No, father has always known this." Adam noticed Amon's jumping movement and pointed to the apple blossom on the other side of the branch, "Can you do me a favor? Pick that flower off."

Amon grabbed it casually in that direction, and then threw it downwards. A whole apple branch hit Adam's head. However, Adam seemed to have known that this would happen. He directly raised his hands and steadily Caught that branch.

Amon looked at Adam curiously, and saw that his brother ignored the apple blossom, but broke off a small section of the branch, slowly scraped it thin with his deformed nails, and then made a more useful wooden branch. stick.

Adam dipped some Ourolius paint into it and continued to write finer handwriting under the dark scratches of the charcoal pen.

Amon curled his lips: "Don't you want that flower?"

"I want to change to something more handy, which won't get stained as easily as charcoal. But after analyzing your behavior and predicting your behavior, if I want a branch, you will definitely give me the flower."

Adam said this with a gentle smile.

He is no longer as indifferent as he was a few days ago. Now the expression of the eldest son of the god is much richer than that of Ouroleus, which can be said to be an obvious improvement.

"I kind of miss Zoya's stories."

Adam looked in the direction of the pavilion. Medici was not here today, only Ouroloius. When the Mercury Snake looked sideways at the two children, he happened to catch Adam's eye.

Adam nodded in the direction of Ourolius, then looked at Amon and said to him: "You don't hate Zoya as much as you appear."

The conversation was silent for a few seconds. Amon's body suddenly fell back, but before he actually fell, he hooked the branch with the crook of his foot and hung on it, swinging back and forth.

Adam added: "He was not telling a story, but stating what happened."

"Is it different?" Amon let go of the branch, but it became as light as a fallen leaf, floating back and forth, and slowly falling to the ground.

"Stories, more or less, have fictional parts, and 'statements' are based on the original facts."

"Stories are your strong point. I can be responsible for the fictional part, if 'lie' counts." Amon sat next to Adam and looked at the words on the parchment.

Sure enough, his choice to throw branches was also written down by Adam...

Amon stretched and continued to stare at the apple blossoms on the tree in a daze.

Adam's writing hand gradually stopped: "What are you thinking about?"

“Why are the plants in the courtyard blooming and maintaining their most ‘beautiful’ state of bloom, but yet they bear no fruit?”

A trace of confusion appeared on Adam's face: "Would you like to eat an apple? I think we can make this request to Ourolius."

"No, I want to see outside the Kingdom of God."

Amon looked across the gap between the apple trees and towards the sunny sky further away. His curiosity and strange ideas seemed to have no end.

They are all urging Amon to leave here, calling him to pursue more interesting things in the world outside God.

Adam looked at Amon. In his too clear eyes, there was no desire to be used by the "scammer": "Do you want to ask?"

Amon frowned: "Actually, you don't have to ask... you don't need to ask. Otherwise, Medici and Ouroleus will have to follow when the time comes. What's the difference between that and staying in the courtyard?"

"You want to sneak out without being discovered, so no one knows what you are doing outside." Adam directly exposed Amon's little thoughts.

"I promise not to leave any clues!" Amon said swornly, looking at Adam expectantly, "Can you help me cover it up?"

Adam shook his head: "Father will always know, He is omniscient and omnipotent."

"Father won't blame me for such a trivial matter, right? He is always busy." Amon muttered quietly, "It would be nice to see Him for such a thing. Zoya is gone, and Father has never been there either." Come and see us…”

Adam made two dashes on the top of the paper with the pen tip in his hand: "Then Saslier will scold you on behalf of his father, and you won't like to hear it."

"Then you can also let Him do other things and forget about this -"

Adam suddenly stretched out his hand and poked Amon's forehead, causing Amon to suddenly stop talking: "No, you can't sneak out. Let's go ask Ourolius."

"I just don't want to be followed by them..." Amon continued in a low voice, but when Adam stood up, he followed Adam decisively.

Amon had a happy smile on his face, which was originally his purpose.

The suggestion put forward by Adam was more credible than the suggestion put forward by himself. Amon had already known this for a long time. If Amon asked it himself, there would be absolutely no possibility of being agreed to.

Ouroleus is just indifferent, not really stupid. Amon has figured this out a long time ago. If we really want to say it, it is Zoya who is easier to deceive.

For Amon, this act of finding someone to stand up for him was not even considered using Adam. It was just a discussion between the brothers, and finally the result was "ask Ourolius".

When Sasriel came to visit the Sons of God, he also analyzed their respective sequences for the two children, including the "acting method" that is now popular in many general education classes.

Although Amon and Adam could not understand the meaning at that time, they were born with uniqueness, and the use of extraordinary abilities almost became a part of their physiological reactions. As long as they have enough time to grow, they no longer even need to focus on "acting" and can instinctively control their abilities.

And "fraud" has long been a part of Amon's understanding. He will not feel that there is anything wrong with him. Every time Medici wants to get angry, Amon will even say proudly: "I am acting." .”

As he walked towards Ourolius, Amon's eyes suddenly widened, he stole the distance, squeezed himself in front of the easel, and knocked away the brush in Ourolius' hand.

Such an accident almost caused the over-concentrated painter to leave a destructive streak of paint on the canvas.

Ouroleus didn't have much expression. He had long been accustomed to the Son of God appearing suddenly. He looked gently at the black-haired child who was observing the canvas: "Holy Son Amon, what's the matter?"

"Urolius, is this painting about my father and us?" Amon tilted his head and thought for a moment, imitating Herabergen's tone when he praised Adam, and then said, "It's very good."

There was a hint of surprise on Ourolius's face. Although Amon's tone was a bit strange, this sentence was indeed a compliment to his painting: "Thank you, yes, it is a commemoration of your birth."

Adam was looking at the painting too;

The center point of the picture is the majestic cross standing on the top of the mountain. The figure carrying the light in front of the cross, with his left and right hands propped up, holds two swaddled babies and shows them outside the painting. One has black hair and the other has blond hair. The baby's calm face is lifelike, shrouded in the brilliant light.

Below, there are three angels standing on the left and right sides, each with huge wings and halos. Adam knows that they are the angels who are loyal to his father. The past events of his father's salvation are recorded in great detail in the holy scriptures, as well as those who are in charge. Angels with different powers.

Adam also knew that many of these parts were over-embellished. He had an innate sensitivity to stories, just like Amon's ease with lies and deception.

Are we, like this, also within our father’s expectations?

Adam looked at the Lord in the painting and felt a little confused.

Amon pointed to the skylark with dark brown feathers next to the figure, and said confidently: "Then why should the skylark be painted here? It doesn't look coordinated at all, and it doesn't suit my father at all."

Ourolius simply put down the brush in his hand. He knew that if he continued to hold it, Amon would probably steal the brush directly. To this son of God, things stolen from other people's hands were meaningful. If they were placed on Next to him, Amon would quickly lose interest.

Only then did Ourolius seriously answer the previous question: "Because the skylark represents Zoya, when you were born, the Lord also let Zoya see you."

"But He is gone now." Amon muttered.

Because his brother looked like he wanted to reach out and touch the canvas, Adam felt it was necessary to change the subject: "Ourolius, can we leave the Kingdom of God?"

"It's a pity that it's not possible now. It will be possible in three days. That will be your consecration ceremony, and the world will see the two sons of God for the first time."

Another voice suddenly sounded in the courtyard, causing a bright smile to appear on Amon's face.

Dazhbog let go of Zoya's hand to catch the black-haired child who flew into his arms. Amon hugged his father tightly and made a face at Zoya next to him.

The light spots wandered around, vaguely outlining an arc under the shell, simulating a smile.

Amon did not show his inner surprise, and instead started talking to his father.