When a clear voice came from inside the door, the silver-haired boy who was guarding the corridor immediately came back to his senses, he stared at the void without focus, and his pale eyes were floating with a silvery white.

After the two men entered the prayer room, he kept his gaze like this, immersed in the chaos of the long river of fate, but he couldn't see through what had disturbed the established fate.

Hearing the Lord's call, the boy knocked twice on the cross before entering the house. As he walked towards the two men in the middle of the room, he kept his head down respectfully and closed his eyes tightly, not daring to look at the very petite figure.

The goddess of the night had quietly left, and the silver-haired boy was a little cramped, and he didn't notice.

"Ulorius, you can open your eyes now."

If there is anything that Ulorius trusts most besides fate, it is to let him, as a natural mythical creature, peek into the Lord of opportunities in Chaos.

By watching the fate of the Lord, Ulorius had the opportunity to become a complete "serpent of mercury", and now it is now five years after his reactivation. In order to be able to respond to the Lord's expectations, He grew quite quickly, and in another year, he was able to fully exert his strength.

Until then, however, Ulorius had been told to stay behind the battlefield, which drew the scorn of another follower, but Ulorius himself did not care—it was all the Lord's command.

Out of trust in the Lord, after hearing those words, Ulorius raised his head without hesitation and opened his eyes.

Darriberg patted Zoya on the shoulder: "I'll need to leave here in two days, and when I'm done with the Dragons, I'll let you meet Sasriel." He should be more able to help stabilize your condition, and the means of the night are not long-lasting. ”

Zoya stood in front of Darhiberg, a thin black veil that seemed to be blank over Zoya's head, held together by a hairrope and his silver hair, making the light radiating from Zoya's skull dim and inconspicuous.

But when Urorius's gaze fell on Zoya, he was accustomed to peering into the eyes of fate, and felt the sting of the first sight of the Lord.

But Ulorius couldn't look away, his pupils subconsciously dilated, and before his consciousness fell into dissipation, Darhiberg called out his name again: "Ulorius, calm down." ”

Zoya stepped forward, and instead of reaching out to stop him, Darriberg waited thoughtfully for Zoya's next move.

The light under the black veil swirled, curling a few broken silver halos, and the silver river under Ulorius's eyes flowed slowly, and his spirit gradually returned to calm, but his brow gradually furrowed.

"Radiant ......"

"Hello, darling of fate."

"Ulorius."

"Zoya."

Ulorius nodded at Zoya and smiled—and then Zoya and Ulorius turned to Darhiberg at the same time, and that was the most straightforward communication between the two.

Darzyberg can only analyze from the side, is it a unique way of communication in a certain "fate" way, in the mutual peek of fate, to achieve a certain resonance?

On the bright side, at least Ulorius and Zoya have introduced themselves to each other, Ulorius has no signs of getting out of control, and Zoya has no malicious intentions, so they should not be too difficult to get along with in the future.

Of course, this was only Darzyberg's expectation: "Either way, Zoya may have to follow you for some time, Ulorius." Do you mind? ”

Ulorius was silent for two seconds, then lowered his head deeply: "I see, your will is my will. ”

Darriberg smiled helplessly and patted the silver-haired young man on the shoulder: "I'm asking, not ordering...... I won't be relieved to let you go back to the War Corps until you're fully recovered, and Medici is always complaining, but he's looking forward to your return to the battle. ”

Urorius answered, and then stood silently beside Zoya.

"Zoya, just a reminder that you don't need to follow them and pray to me."

Zoya's head was slightly raised, but it didn't face anyone, and a soft buzzing sound came out: "It's okay, I'll do what I'm supposed to do." ”

Darriberg also glanced at Zoya helplessly, and he could feel the points of light tilting, shaking in his direction for a moment.

Aggregate Instinct......

Darzyberg smiled and told Ulorius, "You can take Zoya around the courtyard, just do what you normally do, or help the new believer with something, I think it will be good for Zoya to understand the situation here."

"If the two of you encounter any difficult situation in the past two days, you will arrange a ceremony to pray to me, but after the departure of the war legion, it will not work."

The light under Zoya's black veil flickered: "I can't accommodate the extra extraordinary characteristics anymore, that's a burden for me. ”

And Ulorius leaned down even more respectfully: "I can't disturb the Lord with irrelevant gossip, I'll keep it quiet." ”

Darriberg let out a long sigh: "It's okay, you take Zoya to see the situation nearby, he can't seem to see anything nearby, so try not to leave him alone." ”

Ulorius nodded and reached out in front of Zoya, who tugged at the corner of his sleeve and let Ulorius lead him away without saying a word.

The gate was closed by Ulorius.

Dariberg has to admit that a Ulorius who is not good at communication makes many people feel very confused, and Ulorius is difficult to integrate into the group even among the believers who follow Dariborg, and now there is another Zoya......

Thinking back to what Zoya had said, Darriberg's expression became more and more serious, Zoya's deliberate flattery, her willingness to leave the night and come here, and the desire that could not be completely concealed, not only because of the chaotic ocean he controlled.

Instinctively, Darriberg was convinced that it was something he was grazing.

——

White robes burst out of the corner, and someone hurriedly trotted along the secluded promenade with a hill-like scroll.

In the distance, the young man with blond hair poked his head out from behind the scroll, and when he saw that the man in the corridor was Ulorius, he greeted him with vigor, and his magnetic voice was quite pleasant, and he spoke in a very cheerful tone:

"Brother Ulorius! Has the Lord's prayer room reopened? ”

Ulorius bowed slightly: "The guest of the Lord has left. ”

The handsome and sunny young man adjusted his arm balance to prevent the top scroll from rolling down: "Lord Sasriel has taken the War Legion to investigate the situation of the Dragon Clan, and there are a lot of reports that need to be sent to the Lord as soon as possible!" ”

Ulorius hesitated for two seconds, remembered the previous Lord's request, and immediately asked, "Do you need help?" ”

"Then why don't you give me a little luck and don't—" said the handsome young man, his gaze moving to Ulorius' side.

Because of her height, Zoya has been blocked by Ulorius, and the boy only noticed it at this moment, but the moment he really saw the other party, the sense of intimidation brought by spiritual intuition suddenly became clear.

The boy shuddered violently, and several scrolls rolled off the tops and scattered on the ground.

"Oops!"

Ulorius leaned over to pick up the scroll for him, and the light in Zoya's skull gathered slightly, and the boy did not dare to look at the strange figure in the black veil again, if the light was eyes.

He had seen many more vicious monsters, and when he escaped from the village destroyed by demons, he had left a shadow that made him fearful, but after being saved by the Lord and becoming extraordinary, under the light of the Lord, the handsome young man never had such a vivid sense of fear.

Ulorius handed the scrolls to the boy and tucked them into the collar of his short robe at the boy's signal: "Well, I have given you good luck. ”

"Thank you!" The boy laughed again, almost shining, and he hesitated for two seconds, but nodded to Ulorius's side, "Whoever believes in the Lord, follows the Lord, and does the will of the Lord are our brothers and sisters. You're welcome and it's a pleasure to meet you. ”

Zoya didn't seem to expect the boy to greet him again, and the light under his veil paused for a moment before he hummed in response: "Zoya." ”

The boy glanced at Ulorius in bewilderment, and he barely recognized it as a "girl" because of the voice: "What a strange pronunciation, is this her name?" ”

"Yes."

The boy heard the same overly brief and indetailed response, and realized some strange similarity between the two, and he decided not to waste any more time here, and that he and Ulorius had little in common except singing praises and praying to the Lord.

Such a difficult exchange allowed the teenager to quickly find an excuse to leave:

"Well, I'm Osecus, the temporary agent of Chaoyang City...... Ah, I've got to go first, I'm going to get these things to the Lord quickly, and I'm sorry I can't talk to you anymore. ”

Ulorius let out a "hmm", and Zoya didn't react at all, and Osecus didn't care, he had known Ulorius for a long time, and knew that this extraordinary person of "fate" was like this, as a natural mythical creature, it was normal to have a different temperament from humans.

At least that's what Osecus thought, and Zoya, who was standing next to her, was clearly even less human.

However, the Lord never cared what race His followers were, and Osecus puffed up his chest with pride when he thought of it, and he could not care.

Osecus strode to the other end of the corridor with the pile of scrolls, and Zoya and Ulorius stood quietly in the corridor until the energetic boy turned the corner at the end, unable to see his back.

"Chaoyang City." There was a little doubt in Zoya's voice, but it wasn't enough for what he said to turn into an inquiry.

"It's a nearby town, a new settlement." Ulorius replied, pausing for a few seconds, and then shook his head again, "But the Lord didn't say we'd be allowed to leave. ”

Zoya didn't speak, but grabbed Ulorius' sleeve as he continued to move forward, trying to keep up.

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