Outside the promenade was a short staircase half a meter high, and below it was a garden surrounded by a circular arched pavilion, and Ulorius had to warn Zoya to be careful with her steps lest she fall down the steps.

Under the guidance of Ulorius, the two walked towards the wide pavilion, but Zoya grabbed Ulorius's cuffs slightly, and he turned his head slightly, as if trying to feel something.

Ulorius stopped and waited quietly.

The slightest humming sound emanated, but Zoya did not speak, but stood as firm as Ulorius.

After a few minutes of this, Ulorius did not hear any specific words, so he continued in the same direction, and he did not ask Zoya what he had found.

If there was something, the other person would say it himself—at least for Ulorius, who was used to dealing with people in this way.

Zoya raised her hand in confusion, but because of the light black veil on her face, she didn't do anything in the end.

The stone pillars that support the circular pavilion are carved with spiral patterns, and in the center are large easels, brushes, and many pigments, all pressed from plants or flowers.

A large, half-finished painting rests on a wooden shelf, a figure shrouded in the sun and shadow at the same time, not yet filled in with the remaining colors.

Ulorius stood in front of the painting for a moment, and Zoya took two steps to the side, inadvertently knocking over the paint bucket at his feet, but both of them were lucky that the paint bucket was empty.

Urorius frowned a little troubledly, at a loss at the Lord's command.

The most common thing He does is to stay here and paint, so that when others need help, they can go directly to the courtyard and find Him to exchange a piece of good fortune or convey the Lord's commands.

But Ulorius didn't think he could share this hobby with Zoya, Zoya's eyesight was not good enough to see others paint, and Ulorius didn't know what Zoya wanted to do, so there was very little communication between the two.

Zoya was still slowly moving, so Ulorius followed him, at least to make sure he wouldn't knock over anything or trip over himself.

Eventually, Zoya cautiously walked to the edge of the pavilion, touched the cold railing, and asked, "What's out there?" ”

Urorius was a little surprised by this question, and he looked at the dark low shrubs that formed a wall of trees, surrounding a trellises in the corner that had already produced turquoise. On the large area of fertile soil next to it, there are different kinds of plants, and the cultivators who specialize in the garden have placed small pebbles to divide the line, which contains many special plants rich in spirituality.

The closest to the central pavilion, the most extensive in the courtyard, was the flower bed, which contained more plants that Ulorius could not name, and the sowers did not carefully select them, and all kinds of flowers bloomed willfully, even if they did not belong to the same season, they flourished under the impetus of extraordinary power.

The shadow of an apple tree fell on his face, and Ulorius thought for a moment, trying to explain everything he could see: "It is a garden in the courtyard, with many plants, and there are also varieties that can be used for divination and rituals, and grape trellises. In the distance is the promenade we walked through. ”

It was all he could describe, and it was difficult for him to describe the garden to Zoya in detail, but if he had a choice, Ulorius would have been able to put them on the drawing paper in full and vividly.

Zoya didn't seem to mind such an answer, just nodded and sat down on the low wall at the edge of the pavilion.

Urorius waited for a while, and seeing that Zoya had no other response, he walked to his easel.

The brush brushed over the canvas, giving the splendor of the sun more golden, and the tranquility of the courtyard allowed Ulorius to gradually concentrate on the painting, only the sound of the wind blowing occasionally sounded, and his gaze was concentrated on the place where he put his brush, and it was rare to have a sharper focus.

But the peace didn't last long.

A flame burst into flames out of thin air, instantly condensing into a fiery fire raven, and after letting out a scream, it flew straight towards Ulorius in the pavilion.

But before it slammed into the corner of Ulorius's robes, a wheel-like ring had spread out in an instant, enveloping the fire raven's body.

"Restart" unfolds, and the direction of the fire crow flies upside down, then dissipates into the air.

Ulorius stared in that direction for a few seconds before looking at Zoya, who had been sitting quietly.

Zoya was slowly pulling her hand back under her robe, and the white snake scales on his fingers became more pronounced, and Ulorius was no stranger to those scales.

"Thank you." Ulorius said.

Zoya didn't react, as if it wasn't him who had intercepted the fire raven just now.

Considering the Lord's decision to let Zoya stay for a long time, Ulorius tried to explain: "Actually, he ......"

Before Ulorius could finish his sentence, Zoya's body shook, and then she fell headlong backwards, falling off the low fence on the outside of the pavilion and into the flowerbed.

Almost at the same moment, the blazing white flame spear grazed where Zoya had just sit, and the sparks scattered on the ground, but did not spread outward.

The man who threw the spear restrained himself and controlled the power of the flames with great deftity, and while it was intimidating, it didn't do much damage, at least for the "mythical creatures".

Urorius put down his brush in a panic, and before he could reach the edge of the veranda, a figure suddenly fell from above.

The man had flamboyant red hair that fluttered like a burst of flame, and he was dressed in a short black robe that was easier to move around, with a strap-on around his right arm.

In terms of physical appearance alone, he looked two years older than the juvenile Ulorius after the "reboot", but in fact, Ulorius didn't know who was older - his consciousness was chaotic a long time ago.

The red-haired boy grabbed the raised edge of the gazebo dome with one hand, and just like that, the whole person hung above, and greeted Ulorius who came down with a smile: "Great snake, are you painting again?" ”

"Medici, the Lord's guest, the new follower......" Ulorius leaned half out of the fence, even showing some nervousness.

This kind of mood change was quite rare in the normally indifferent him, and it made Medici even more interested, and he shook his center of gravity for a moment, then released his right hand and let himself fall in the direction of Ulorius.

However, Medici's plan to knock the man down fell to naught, and Ulorius did not hesitate to climb over the fence and step directly into the flower bed, not even noticing that Medici had fallen to the ground.

Medici stepped firmly on his feet in the gazebo, snorted dissatisfiedly, and muttered, "It's this inexplicable luck again......"

He propped up the fence with one hand, and with a little force he casually flipped over it, so light that it barely weighed any weight, but at the sight of the "guest of the Lord" in the flowerbed, Medici's brow immediately wrinkled together.

The guest didn't seem to be of any race he knew, and Medici had seen and fought many creatures, none of which looked like this child, and the transparent shell under the black veil, and the slowly rotating points of light inside, gave Medici some kind of terrifying intuition.

But this did not frighten Medici, but only aroused his curiosity and warlike spirit, as is his character.

Judging from the visual point of view alone, the other party seems to be too weak, so weak that Medici does not have much desire to fight.

Zoya, who was being weighed on her combat power, lay quietly in the flower bed, her head resting on a cluster of anemones. Zoya didn't move, and if it weren't for the fact that his hand was slowly sliding over the grass stalk beside him, Ulorius would have thought he had fainted.

Ulorius leaned down and approached the motionless figure lying in the flower bed: "Zoya? ”

"Hmm."

Zoya's answer was to indicate that he was fine, and Ulorius understood immediately.

Zoya slowly sat up from the ground, and Ulorius held out his hand, this time Zoya had to put his arm around him so that he wouldn't trip over something around him again.

Medici watched this scene with considerable regret, it seemed that he could not fight, he had no interest in bullying the weak.

His instinctual threat must have come from something else, at least not such a child who couldn't even walk steadily, though appearance was something that could be changed for mythical creatures, after all, Ulorius had maintained his babylike appearance for days when he had just "restarted".

But Medici could see the other man's terrible state just by looking at it with his eyes, and even if he could defeat the source of his fear, he wouldn't find it interesting.

But this did not prevent Medici from following, and he watched the two of them slowly walk out of the flower bed, and both felt anxious for them: "What's your name, new here?" ”

Zoya's head turned in Medici's direction, but he grabbed Ulorius's sleeve, more carefully avoiding a thorn bush beneath his feet.

The light inside his face slowly gathered: "Zoya." ”

When Medici grinned, he would show his particularly conspicuous fangs: "I haven't heard of it. What did you do with that fire raven? Let me see it again. ”

Ulorius's tone was still gentle, and there was no particularly strong tone of reproach: "Zoya is a guest of the Lord, and we need to be polite. ”

"I've already said hello."

Medici said it calmly, for he had indeed said hello, albeit with a fire raven and a flaming spear.

Greeting friends and greeting enemies, He has always followed the same process.

But on the side of the Lord, Medici has reined in the darkest side of his temperament and used it only on the battlefield.

Ulorius glanced up at Medici and shook his head disapprovingly, "No. ”

Medici looked at Ulorius' serious demeanor, snorted unconvinced, and observed the "guest of the Lord":

"He's a little familiar with his previous abilities, I'm sure I've seen them somewhere."

The point of light fluctuated slightly, and Zoya responded to Medici's curiosity: "'Reboot'." ”

Medici's gaze became complicated, and he leaned over to Ulorius and asked in a low voice, "Isn't this the power of the 'giant serpent'?" Is He the Lord's guest, or is it a characteristic that the Lord has helped you find? ”

Ulorius's footsteps apparently paused for a moment.