"What is this? Sparrow? ”

Medici sat on several empty buckets of paint stacked on top of each other, swaying back and forth, looking like he was about to fall over at any moment. He looked curiously at the little bird on Ulorius' shoulder, and he always felt that this bird felt inexplicably familiar to him.

Ulorius thought for two seconds: "I don't know, but it's Zoya." ”

"The doll?" Medici was a little surprised, "Why did you change your appearance, you have to keep him?" ”

"Lord Sasriel has something to do with the Lord, so I'll take care of Zoya." Ulorius raised his brush again, leaving a bright red flame on the paper, and the cyan dragon roared as it scorched under the fire.

The lark's gaze did not fall on the Medici from the beginning, but was fixed on the canvas and brush of Ulorius, looking intently at the bright colors, as if admiring the process of Ulorius' painting.

"He likes your paintings, does He understand art?" Medici chuckled, as if amused by his own words.

The lark suddenly turned his head, and the overly calm gaze was the most boring of Medici: "Yes, I like Ulorius's paintings very much. ”

The corners of Ulorius's mouth were slightly hooked, and it was difficult for anyone who was not familiar with him to recognize it as a smile, but Medici could see that Ulorius was genuinely happy about it: "Thank you." ”

The lark turned his head back in the direction of the easel and stared at the colors on it motionlessly, very intoxicated.

Ulorius was equally focused, smoothing out the colors with one stroke after another.

Medici frowned, he raised his index finger, and a flame ignited from the tip of the lark's tail, but before it could burn, a glimmer of light swept away from the cluster of lark feathers, and the flame vanished.

"Sure enough, it is not an ordinary sparrow, and it must be with the help of the Lord's power to transfer extraordinary characteristics and consciousness in this way." Medici smirked twice, but seeing that the lark was completely ignoring him, he looked at Ulorius boredly and observed the canvas for a long time, "Wait, what are you drawing, why does it look familiar?" ”

“…… It's fighting. ”

"Nonsense, of course I can see that it's fighting, and my eyes aren't gouged out by those big lizards."

Ulorius's expression didn't fluctuate, but he lit the canvas with a heavy red color: "In the last battle, you went to intercept the dragon. Then you passed out and were carried back. ”

Medici pretended not to hear the last sentence. The probe probed his head and gestured twice: "You should draw me a little more majestic, now there is no momentum, and it doesn't look as powerful as the dragon." ”

Ulorius's pen hung in mid-air, and he looked at his painting strangely, and then at Medici, who was grinning next to him: "But you're so big......"

Before Medici could think of drawing a two-stroke of his own, Saslier's figure appeared outside the courtyard, attracting their attention.

"Good afternoon, Lord Saaslir."

Medici and Ulorius immediately stood up and spoke one after the other, greeting Sasliel as he entered the pavilion.

Zoya didn't move, still staring at the canvas obsessively, staring at the paint and lines without blinking.

Sasriel smiled and nodded, "Please take care of Zoya, leave it to me." ”

Ulorius stretched his hand over his shoulder, and Zoya came back to her senses: "Chernobog? Thank you, Ulorius. Your painting is beautiful. ”

Sasriel glanced at the flame giant on the canvas tearing at a dragon, their ferocity vividly displayed, not in any sense of the word, not to mention the word "beautiful".

Zoya slowly moved her claws and stood in the palm of Ulorius's hand.

Sasriel took the lark from Ulorius: "Haven't you tried the functions of a new body?" ”

The lark's voice was soft, the hum was almost completely subdued, and from the outward appearance it was an ordinary bird: "I'm not used to a weighty body, it's too heavy." ”

"The body of a bird is already quite light." After Sasriel finished speaking, he looked at Medici and Ulorius, who were respectfully waiting for his orders, "I'll take Zoya to the Lord first, and then I'll walk around." There was an epidemic in the settlement of Chaoyang City a while ago, and I went to see how those young people were doing. ”

"Okay." Ulorius replied gently.

Medici was interested: "Is it someone who maliciously spreads the disease?" I can go and help! ”

"No, there's no need for a fight."

Hearing Saslier's words, Medici's zeal vanished in an instant.

——

"Darzyborg needs my help," the lark said, standing on Saaslir's shoulder, clenching his claws firmly as he walked, "I have such a hunch. ”

Sasriel walked through the quiet corridor, and instead of going to the basement, he walked to the small circular prayer room: "Yes, your hunch is very accurate. He's already accommodating the takeaways, and although I've tried to persuade him, Dariborg is more anxious than I am, and he's already thinking about his plans for the next one. If we want to go further, we have to go beyond the current 'technical limitations'...... Can you understand the word? ”

"I can. I've learned a lot about that old era. ”

Sasriel's eyes flickered: "I've always wanted to ask, how did you know, as far as I know, the current spirit world no longer contains information about our time, and I have done many tests. ”

Zoya was silent for two seconds, then shook her head rarely: "I have no way to tell you. ”

Saslier looked thoughtfully at the road ahead and looked a little distracted: "Then I guess, you can't tell Darriberg either." ”

"I can't say it, I can only convey this information if the Lord of the Spirit Realm issues a new order."

"It's like if you don't have admin privileges, you can't know more about it."

"Yes."

Zoya's answer was brief, Sasriel didn't hear any emotion, and between the questions and answers, Sasriel felt like he was interacting with the machine.

Pushing open the door carved with the cross, Sasriel stepped inside, shadows arching behind him, closing the door and cutting off the room from the outside world.

Dressed in a simple white robe, he sat on the first row of benches, holding the cross in his hand vigorously, his eyes closed, his lips moving but not making a sound.

It wasn't until Sasriel stepped to the side that Darzyberg looked up, his slightly tired gaze still full of warmth, and a warm smile at the sight of the little bird that still couldn't fly:

"Is the garden you can see now completely different?"

The lark shook its tail feathers slightly, shaking off a few strands of black hair wrapped around the tips of its claws: "It's beautiful." The perception of living things is more vivid than I have ever observed. ”

Sasriel motioned for the lark on his shoulder to step on his finger and handed the lark to Dariberg. Darhiberg stared at Zoya in his palm for a moment, and a faint glimmer of light sprinkled from the feather clusters, constantly blending into his palm.

Darriberg knew that the rays had created some kind of stable and powerful connection with him, and were helping him stabilize his current state of consciousness, but the pattern of this power ...... It's like it's been deliberately designed.

Once a single and strong connection is distorted, will there be some kind of bad change on the other side of the spiritual stability?

Darriberg sighed: "Alas, I don't know if this is good or bad. ”

"In the days I've spent with Amani, it's the most I've done," the lark tilted her head and said in a gentle voice, "It's my most basic ability." ”

Darzyberg smiled and shook his head, but did not say what he thought, but handed the lark back to Sasliel's hand: "Take him for a walk, stay in the courtyard all the time, he won't change much." ”

"The patio was nice." The lark whispered.

It seemed like the first time that Darriberg didn't ask questions, but Zoya expressed his own thoughts.

Such a subtle change caused Darriberg and Sasriel to look at each other, and then he raised his hand and gently brushed the lark's raised head: "Yes, then you want to go and see the not beautiful part of the world?" ”

Zoya quietly turned to Sasriel, and there was a slight silver light flowing under her eyes: "I ......"

"You decide." Sasriel laughed and interrupted what Zoya was about to say.

It took Zoya more than ten seconds before she gave a clear answer: "I want to go and see." ”

Dariberg nodded: "You take Zoya there, if there is anything wrong, deal with it directly, and you don't need to go through the reporting process." ”

Saslir put the lark back on his shoulder: "If there is anything very important, I will go to Osecus to make a record after dealing with it, the program is always necessary." ”

Darzyberg smiled, the tiredness in his eyes soothed, and he lowered his head again to grasp the cross and continue his previous prayer.

——

Sasriel and the lark walked through the corridor again, leaving in the opposite direction.

"Zoya, haven't you thought about moving your wings?"

The lark lifted its wingtips and let its wings spread out like a screen: "Move?" ”

"It's not just moving, it's using it and really feeling flying." Zoya always had a childlike attitude, so Sasriel always showed a lot of patience when facing him.

"For me, any body with substance is heavy, and I can't fly." Zoya flapped her wings twice, "I know that with the anatomy of birds, flying should be easy. ”

"Knowing doesn't mean trying, there are many things that you can only know the result after trying it, which is different from simple 'cognition'." Sasriel reached out and rubbed the lark's soft feathers.

The lark was quiet for a long time, then shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't tried anything......"

"You've got wings, isn't this also an attempt?"

Zoya's eyes were dazed, but after a short thought, she became calm again: "I will, I will try." ”

"Remember to try again when there is someone around." Sasriel reminded.