Zoya is certainly a new follower of the Lord, just as the Lord brought back the rest of the believers, not some "extraordinary characteristic."

The simplest basis is that Zoya can still move freely, at least that's how Ulorius judged it.

But Medici seemed to be expecting something, and he was desperate to see Ulorius take action and plunder Zoya's extraordinary powers.

As a result, the question was repeatedly raised, and Medici's implications in and out of his words were like paintings that could not be depicted, which troubled Ulorius, who was at a loss.

Until the War Legion was about to start preparing for the war, Medici, who finally didn't see anything happening, could only sigh heavily:

"You're too passive, Orochi, when are you going to be promoted if you continue like this? With such a great opportunity in front of us, we need to get stronger, and we have to find a way to improve the sequence! ”

Urorius put down his brush, the painting of shadows and the sun had been painted in a complete enough color, and after it was completely dried, it was applied with the grease of fixing the color, and it was ready to find a place to hang it.

Ulorius turned to Medici, "But I don't need to fight to get promoted. What my path needs is the opportunity of 'fate,' and according to the Lord, I am already a ...... of sequence."

Medici, who is still the Weather Warlock in Sequence 2, closed his mouth and glanced coldly at the dwarfed figure sitting on the edge of the gazebo unresponsive, and then left the gazebo in exasperation, ready to train his soldiers of the War Legion.

Ulorius was never angry at what Medici did, but it was easy for Medici to have nothing to say, and the result was similar to what it was doing each time - Medici would leave in anger, but Ulorius was puzzled.

Zoya seemed to be watching the scene, and if she had eyes under the black veil, it would be more accurate to say that she sensed a flame leaving the vicinity.

But after a few minutes the Medici returned, and he walked up to Ulorius, and said dryly, "Good luck, I'll be able to use it." ”

Ulorius picked up the brush again, and when Medici stretched out his right hand with a face, Ulorius dotted the back of Medici's hand with a touch of red: "'Fate' favors me, may the warrior always win." ”

"There will be victory," Medici grinned through his teeth, "and the battle that cannot be won will be fought until it is won." ”

"The Lord will not agree, let him return safely." Ulorius said lightly.

Medici said nothing, and this time, he left the gazebo with his head held high.

If the passage of time does not leave a mark here, then measuring time becomes meaningless, and it is completely unnoticeable that the days are moving forward, and life in the courtyard has not changed much.

Ulorius didn't have a normal routine, and neither did Zoya.

Except when the sun rises and sets, Ulorius prays for a while, and the rest of the time is spent painting, or he sits quietly beside Zoya and meditates with his eyes closed as an alternative to sleep and eating.

Zoya knew that two creatures would walk into the flower bed every evening and walk back and forth, but they kept their distance from the pavilion and seemed to be in awe of it.

Zoya could only glimpse their shadows vaguely, and could perceive that they were human, but combined with a faint and extraordinary power.

He didn't understand what the humans were doing, until one time Ulorius opened his eyes from meditation and found Zoya's head turned outward.

"They are believers in the Lord, the cultivators who manage the garden."

"Managing the garden?"

Ulorius did his best to explain: "Sifting, inspecting, and cleaning, there are underground springs, and watering is simple. ”

Zoya's point of light slowly turned: "Very fragile. ”

"Yes."

Ulorius was a little confused after a brief reply, and Zoya's words seemed to mean something else, but he didn't dig deeper, and Zoya didn't ask any more questions.

Occasionally, before dawn, Osecus would go out into the courtyard sleepily and pray with Elolius in the morning, while Zoya would listen quietly.

In fact, Zoya usually kept quiet like this, and rarely spoke to Ulorius.

Urorius liked this way, he didn't have to be distracted to think about how to communicate with Zoya, and when he prayed and meditated, Zoya was a good companion.

After the prayer, Ostricus would check if Ulorius had any needs:

"If you're running out of canvas or paint, if there's anything you want, you can tell me."

"The Lord has said that His church shall not be built until He has blessed the world, completed creation, and brought living beings to settle down," Ostricus said, looking at the large paintings drying in the gazebo, looking wistfully at the golden sun above, "I have seen the prayer halls that the inhabitants have secretly built, and they are too simple to match the glory of the Lord." Later, the main church will have to ask you to paint the frescoes, and I will propose this to the Lord. ”

"Well, I will." Ulorius replied gently.

Osecus stood in front of the painting for a long time, but said nothing more.

Sometimes the young boy would ask Ulorius questions, mostly about divination, and if he could get a revelatory answer, Ostricus would leave satisfied, and then slowly ponder the vague answers.

Osaikus also tried to greet Zoya, but Zoya's response was always very indifferent, and Zoya never had morning prayers with the two, which made Osaicus gradually lose interest in communicating with him, and only maintained a polite greeting when they met.

Even though the Lord divides the years, months, days, and seasons by the light of "sunrise and sunset," Ulorius has no real sense of this.

It's just that Medici hasn't been back for a long time.

——

The sun dimmed more than a hundred times before a new visitor entered the courtyard.

It was a tall man, dressed in a pure black robe with dark stripes, slightly curly black hair that fell over his shoulders, and deep facial features. His countenance is impressively refined, but it is not feminine, but majestic.

The most peculiar thing is that the man's eyes seem to be covered with black shadows, even if the gaze revealed is very gentle, it also highlights the peculiarity of his body, letting everyone know that he is definitely not an ordinary person.

The moment the man walked out of the corridor, Zoya's head was already turning in that direction, the speed of the light point rotation was much faster, and the light under the black veil flickered.

Zoarbi, who focused on painting, discovered the arrival of men first.

It wasn't until the man climbed the low steps at the edge of the pavilion that Ulorius retracted his thoughts, immediately put down his brush, and bowed respectfully at the man who walked into the pavilion: "Lord Sasriel." ”

"Good afternoon, Ulorius, I'm sorry for taking care of Zoya for so long." Sasriel approached Ulorius' easel and looked with some amazement at the work on it, which was a light suspended in the courtyard, flying like fireflies in the shadows of leaves and flowers.

Ulorius hesitated for a few seconds: "I didn't take care of Him, I just followed the instructions of the Lord and took Him here with me." ”

"I've got to say, you're getting better at drawing." Sasriel's tone was very easygoing, "I should have come sooner anyway...... If not too much to do. ”

Sasriel walked over to the "girl" who was sitting on the edge of the gazebo.

Zoya's head kept turning towards Sasriel, as if attracted to him, who had spoken to his original self and knew that the effect was due to the "aggregation effect".

Sasriel leaned down and stared at the almost stagnant, slightly trembling ball of light under the black veil: "Hello, someone told me your name is Zoya. ”

Zoya nodded slightly: "Darhiberg." ”

Sasriel's gaze flickered slightly: "You can call me Sasriel." ”

Zoya took the initiative to raise her right hand and handed it to Sasriel, who didn't quite know what Zoya was asking for, and after a pause, simply handed it to him.

The halo of light rolled out from the inside out, stirring the black veil on Zoya's head, and Sasriel watched the light curiously, the deep shadows under his eyes setting off waves.

"I see, there's another part...... Saslier looked a little regretful, "but I'm sorry, I can't give it back to you, because I can't do it now." ”

"I'll wait."

Zoya withdrew her hand, paused for a moment and tilted her head slightly: "You can offer your deal, Chernoborg." ”

In another distant and familiar era, it was a name from the mythology of His homeland, "the negative god of darkness and death."

The title made Sasriel distract a little, and he laughed self-deprecatingly: "It's a little strange for me to be called like that, although it's not a problem......"

For a moment, Sasriel wanted to ask Zoya if he had seen another "god of light", Beloberg, but he suppressed the idea that he might have a chance in the future.

Zoya didn't react otherwise, just stubbornly waiting for Sasriel's response to the previous sentence.

Sasriel thought for a moment: "Does it have to be a deal?" ”

"Whatever. I will say yes to whatever I can. Zoya said without hesitation.

Sasriel smiled and shook his head: "As long as you are willing to assist in Dariberg's research, he is happy enough." Because I have other things to attend to, and I am not as idle as he is, he is in a hurry to take back the authority of knowledge. ”

Sasriel straightened up again, and held out his hand to Zoya, helping him to stand from the edge to the ground: "Let's go, let's talk about it in another place." I can't make a decision on this matter right away, it's something you have to discuss with Darzyberg, and I'm here to solve your little trouble. ”

Urorius shifted his steps in the direction of the two men, but stopped where he was.

Sensing his faint uneasiness, Sasriel nodded at Ulorius:

"Ulorius, come along. You might want to drop by to see Medici. If he hadn't been lucky, he would have been targeted this time and almost lost control on the battlefield. ”

Ulorius lowered his head and closed his eyes, and without saying a word, he followed quickly behind Sasriel. (End of chapter)