Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

From the kingdom of God to the earth, life has remained the same for Zoya, except that he is more silent than before and looks more like a sculpture than Ourolius.

Due to appearance issues, Zoya was not suitable for walking outside, so He settled in the garden deep inside the monastery.

Other things were relatively simple. Dazhberg dreamed up several houses, which grew out of the ground next to the garden. Even from the appearance of the buildings, they were quite fairy-tale style with red tiles and white bricks.

During the consecration ceremony for the two sons of God, Ourolius will not stay here, and all the angels listed in the holy scriptures will participate.

Saslier felt that he could not leave Zoya alone in the garden. It was obvious that Saslier was not worried about Zoya's situation during the recent period. When discussing with Dazhberg, Saslier proposed to let Zoya leave alone. Zoya once again used Skylark's carrier to attend.

"His current condition is not suitable for moving the container." Dazhberg rejected the request. "Don't worry, he will be fine. No matter what happens, we will always know."

Sasril had no reason to insist on his decision. After asking Zoya for her opinion, he brought out a skylark that Zoya condensed with light points.

"Allowing him to participate may improve Amon's attitude towards Zoya."

Daribog lowered his head and nodded the skylark's forehead: "You also said, 'maybe'. In fact, it is not that simple. There is a deeper reason for the mutual repulsion between Zoya and Amon."

"Because of the 'uniqueness' controlled by Amon?"

"Yeah, Zoya wasn't very happy, but told me all...ouch."

Dazhberg quickly retracted the finger that was bitten hard by Yunque. The pain was not worth mentioning to him. He smiled and shook his head at Yunque: "I talked too much, I'm sorry."

Sasril knew that this was a topic that Zoya deliberately avoided. The skylark still had part of its consciousness remaining on its body, so he did not continue to ask.

Dariborg could have used a more concise method, such as telling himself these words on other occasions. Now he deliberately said it in front of Skylark, just to test Zoya's reaction and his control over this scattered light spot. degree.

When the sun rose to the highest point in the sky, majestic human singing sounded in the cathedral. Under the gaze of the Lord, the sons of God unfolded their black and white wings and slowly revealed their figures from the air.

Above the head of the "Angel of Time", a ring with uneven carvings on the inside lights up, like a clock dial with disrupted scales, while the top of the head of the "Angel of Utopia" unfolds a layer of phantom light, which is holy and peaceful. Full of soothing tranquility.

The skylark hovering next to the cross also opened its mouth, imitating the singing crowd in the church, and sang softly and melodiously.

The sunshine at twelve o'clock was bright and bright, showing to all witnesses the bright and bright road ahead for the two sons of God.

Eight angels stood at the front of the church, bowing their heads together and pointing out the cross.

The sunlight passing through the colored windows seemed to be even more dazzling, almost igniting the corners of people's eyes, leaving a burning sensation.

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Amon stretched out his wings and folded them in, constantly gesticulating with his wings in the air, or raising his hand to grab the halo above his head, making the imaginary "accessory" alternate between light and dark, looking like an incandescent lamp with poor contact.

However, there were no incandescent lamps in this era, so candles and flames were still the biggest sources of light at night.

The black sky also made Amon feel novel, but the frequently twinkling stars and crimson moon outside the starry sky made the young Shenzi feel very uncomfortable - this was just an intuition that he could not tell the source of.

But when Amon asked, Adam said he had similar feelings.

"I still prefer the sun, it is my father's brilliance." Amon muttered in a low voice, and finally stopped swaying the pair of long black wings behind him.

He looked at Zoya sitting on the other side and said very dissatisfiedly: "You didn't come to our ceremony today."

"I'm here." Zoya clicked on the light spot under her mask, and a soft hum sounded, vibrating the melody of the sacred music.

Although Amon heard it, he still insisted that Zoya did not go: "But I didn't see you! So you just didn't participate."

"I remember there was a skylark," Adam said.

He didn't hold any paper or pen tonight, he just looked quietly in the direction of the crimson moon in the sky. In contrast to Amon who was still full of energy next to him, Adam looked a little tired.

Amon also raised his hand and poked Zoya's mask: "Skylark doesn't count."

But before Zoya responded, Amon looked at the black monastery not far away: "But I used to listen to lectures or stories, but now I see them with my own eyes for the first time, I always feel that they are different from what I imagined. "

Adam would always follow Amon's words gently and guide Amon to continue by giving simple feedback: "You mean the followers of my father?"

"Yes," Amon said with some displeasure on his face, "When my father talked to me, he strictly restricted me from using extraordinary abilities on ordinary people, especially 'parasitism'."

He looked at his brother: "Didn't Father come to talk to you too? This is probably the first time He has talked to us alone."

A gentle smile appeared on Adam's face again: "Father did not restrict the use of my abilities."

"Why? This isn't fair..." Amon muttered, and the unhappiness on his face turned into sincerity.

Adam just looked at his brother with a smile: "Maybe it's because my ability is not that obvious."

"I could also give back what I stole so no one would find out."

"What if it's discovered?"

Amon didn't even need to think and gave a direct answer: "Then steal the other person's memory, and then others will not remember this matter."

"That's why my father doesn't let you use your abilities frequently because of this consideration."

Amon didn't like these words, so he moved to the side again, farther away from Adam, and came closer to Zoya: "I didn't know you could sing."

"It's just simple imitation, synchronizing with the frequency of the sound."

"Do you know any other songs?" Amon asked, looking at Zoya expectantly.

After a moment of silence, a soft and delicate voice came from Zoya's mask. It was completely different from all the hymns that Amon had heard. The ability of the "decryption scholar" helped him analyze this easily.

Even Adam stopped looking at the sky and looked at Zoya on the other side, staying focused because of this music.

This was a song that belonged to another place. Amon could quickly make this judgment, but he did not interrupt Zoya, but patiently listened to the moment when the singing stopped.

Amon clapped his hands casually twice, showing polite but perfunctory praise: "It's good, but is this a song you composed? I didn't know you had such a talent."

"Of course not," Zoya's tone was calm. He could hear the bit of malice, but had no reaction to Amon's implicit sarcasm, "I haven't created anything."

"The previous stories don't count, either?"

When Zoya shook her head, the light spots also swirled back and forth: "Those are all things that happened in the past."

Amon continued to ask: "Including this song?"

"include……"

Zoya's voice stopped abruptly.

He turned his head and looked at Adam on the other side. Adam's eyes were returning to their original shape from the vertical golden eyes. Regardless of the influence Adam had quietly exerted just now, his clear eyes were still free of impurities and contained a gentle smile.

Zoya felt a vague warning. No, maybe it was just a gentle reminder. Dazhbog once told Zoya not to let the two sons of gods come into contact with too many "secrets belonging to the past era."

Dazhibog didn’t want this matter to spread, and Zoya would certainly agree to this. Even Amanysis had talked to “Esther” about the same thing—the two of them told Zoya at the same time that they hoped that she would Don't tell this matter and try to hide your biggest secret.

However, it is difficult for Darborg to hide himself. There are always traces of the old world in his knowledge, which is especially reflected in the potion formulas he compiled.

Because those cumbersome and traditional measurement methods were too vague, Dazhborg had to let Saslier spend his energy to promote a unified weights and measures course across the entire continent.

But now, Adam acted as if he knew the secret, so he deliberately cut off Zoya's idea of ​​continuing to tell.

Amon also followed Zoya's gaze and asked, "What did you just do?"

"Nothing." Adam whispered. His tone was different from usual, and Amon was keenly aware of the strangeness.

"You two are acting strange today." Amon looked at Adam and then at Zoya.

Zoya's light spots gradually gathered into a ball: "It's nothing, just a song I heard elsewhere."

It's unbelievable, He's avoiding this.

Amon laughed: "I wonder what the name of this song is? It's really nice."

"Edelweiss." Although Zoya said the name, it didn't sound like any existing word.

Amon analyzed the composition of the name: "Feather-like snow? Flowers? This doesn't look like..."

Unlike any language he has come into contact with, the knowledge that has been analyzed in his mind is stored in his memory in categories, but there is no such word in any language. Amon is very sure of this.

"It's not like any known language," Adam whispered, catching Amon's attention, "but I've heard my father speak, and He has used some equally strange words."

Amon was a little surprised. He pushed Zoya's arm: "Did your father teach you this song?"

Zoya was silent for two seconds and shook her head: "No."

However, Amon's eyes became brighter and brighter, as if he had suddenly picked up a beautiful gem: "I knew my father had a very special secret!"

"So we have to keep our father's secret a secret." Adam added.

Amon narrowed his eyes, which made the smile on his face look very cunning: "You seem to know a lot more things than me. Is this the advantage of being an older brother..."

Adam replied in the same tone as Zoya: "No."