"Osecus, once you're ready, we can arrange the ceremony."

Osecus was thrilled when he heard Sasliel say this, but Medici, who was also listening to the Lord's command outside the prayer room, was not so happy.

Because once Osecus is promoted, he will directly transfer people from the war legion to form a knight order and garrison it near the "Chaoyang City" for a long time, which is to snatch people from Medici's hands.

Although Medici always disliked his group, he never intended to divide the War Legion, he had very strict requirements for his "team", and according to the current situation, once the War Legion was vacant, there were not many personnel to replenish - it would take enough time and resources to train new extraordinary.

Of course, Sasriel noticed Medici's eyebrows that were about to squeeze into the word "one": "Don't worry, Medici, you still have time to polish the new members who are about to join in the past six months, because of the arrival of the dozen or so half-blood elves, the Lord has postponed the expedition to the elves and decided to pacify the nearby settlements and villages first." ”

Hearing the word "new member", Medici couldn't help but raise his head: "The Lord wants to put those people into the ranks of the War Legion?" But I've seen them one by one, and they're not strong, including the leader, and he doesn't seem to be a complete extraordinary. ”

"It's not them, it's ...... An extraordinary one from the human colony of the Dragons. ”

As Sasriel had expected, Medici looked surprised for a moment, and then utterly uttered a completely thoughtless remark: "Can there be living humans under the rule of the dragons?" ”

Osecus looked at Medici without saying anything, as an extraordinary person from human origin, his feelings about this sentence were quite complicated, but Master Sasriel was still there, and Osecus would not be rude like Medici.

Whatever Medici's feelings or grievances were, the matter was settled, and He would not disobey the Lord's decision—loyalty to the Lord is greater than all emotions.

However, neither Medici nor Osecus saw the Lord, and Sasriel acted as an intermediary to convey these two orders.

Medici was in front, and Osecus was half a step behind, walking on the promenade that led to the courtyard.

In other words, Medici would not have felt that there was anything to say to this "business-like" fellow, but he was still thinking about the Lord's arrangement: "If you don't get promoted, you may not be able to control the fools under me." ”

Ostricus heard Medici take the initiative to chat with him, and couldn't help but react cautiously for two seconds, and considered his answer: "I will try to be ready, Lord Saslir has taken over all the official duties for the past two days, leaving only the morning church prayer service for me to complete by myself." ”

Medici let out a "snort" through his nostrils and swept Ostricus with a very contemptuous look: "I don't understand what the Lord values about you. ”

"Perhaps it was Ulorius who saw it," Ostricus recalled thoughtfully, "and he seemed to be the first to follow the Lord." When I first met the Lord, I was very impressed with Ulorius. ”

"That's even more annoying! Say 'fate' every day, can good luck make people promoted? ”

Osecus's eyes fell on Medici, and with a little realization, a bright smile appeared on the young man's face: "Medici, are you reminding me to ask Ulorius for some good luck to ensure that everything goes well when I am promoted?" ”

"What—of course not!" Medici's loud and irritated shouts could be heard in his displeasure with Osecus' reaction, and Medici almost added a few expletives.

"Isn't it?" Osecus, on the other hand, was convinced of his own ideas, thinking that Medici was just hard-mouthed.

Medici took a step to the side, "Don't laugh like a fool, you're going to make me think you're as brainless as the big guys Hermes greeted." ”

Ever since meeting the Giants' messengers around Hermes, Medici has recently been fond of mocking others with such words, and has intermittently forgotten the fact that he is also a "Flame Giant".

Osecus pondered for a moment, and although he could hear Medici's mockery, he had no desire to fight back: "But no one but you thinks I'm laughing like a fool, and they all say the opposite of you." ”

"Ha, isn't it because they're stupid too?"

After saying this, Medici decisively turned to the corridor leading to the garden, while Osecus went to the other side, he wanted to go back and rest early, and after the morning prayer service tomorrow morning, Osecus decided to ask Saslir directly for a promotion.

He didn't want to wait, even if the potion digestion was still almost a clear sense of brokenness, he just wanted to work harder, not willing to delay any more day.

Only then will Osecus be able to catch up with the figure he had been looking up to, the sun that was constantly climbing to the dome.

——

Instead of sitting on Ulorius's shoulder, Zoya stared head-on at a canvas spread out on the ground.

"Do you want to try painting yourself?" Ulorius asked.

"Try?"

Zoya replied at the time, but Ulorius seemed to misunderstand his tone, and laid out the canvas directly, patiently dividing the paint into small trays and arranging them in a circle next to the white paper.

The lark took two steps back and forth on the blank canvas, and suddenly it dawned on Chernobog that Chernoberg's words made sense, that he should indeed learn to fly.

Zoya tried to dip a little black paint between her paws, then sliced a little bit across the paper, slow as a snail crawling, leaving an uneven string of wet lines.

Zoya jumped twice and stepped back, but the perspective attached to the canvas prevented him from observing the overall direction of the line, and only continued to dip on the paint and move his paws even more dazedly.

So when Medici walked into the pavilion, he saw the lark stepping on the canvas, and the white canvas was filled with mixed colors and crooked lines, which seemed to be like painting the shadow of the spirit world on paper.

Medici didn't know much art, but at least he could understand what Ulorius was drawing and Zoya was drawing......

Medici felt that it was not as good as the color blocks he had drawn himself.

Zoya was bouncing and dropping paw prints on the canvas for no particular reason, just because it was faster to sketch than with her paws.

Ulorius had stopped writing, and sat beside the lark's work in confusion, his eyes a little empty.

Medici slapped Ulorius on the shoulder, awakening him from his deep thoughts: "What do you see? ”

"I'm wondering what Zoya is drawing......"

Zoya stopped the yellow footprints, he turned his head to stare at the messy lines, and stood quietly on the canvas for a moment: "I don't know either. ”

Medici shook his head and sighed, "No talent, even I can see it." ”

Ulorius handed him a wet towel, and the lark jumped on it and carefully rubbed the paint off his paws, and Ulorius helped him wipe it meticulously, carefully controlling the force on his hand.

Medici pulled another stone bench and sat down beside Ulorius with a big grin: "As a result, I didn't see the situation of the Lord this time. ”

"The Lord is still merging authority, and it is not appropriate to be disturbed."

"That's what Lord Saslier said, but I always feel at ease when I see it with my own eyes." Is Angleweed, the dragon of fantasy, so easy to kill? Medici muttered quietly, "It's not that I don't believe in the power of the Lord, it's just that the dragon king is also known for weaving traps." ”

Ulorius thought for a moment, and then stared at a point in the void, and a silver river flowed in his pale eyes, but quickly disappeared: "No, I can't see it. ”

"I guess so."

Zoya listened quietly to their conversation, a faint glow flickering at the tip of the feathered cluster, and he hung his head without saying a word, allowing Ulorius to put himself back on his shoulder.

But it reminded Medici: "Little sparrow, can you see anything?" ”

The lark tilted his head: "Fate is predestined, the more you try to escape, the more trapped you are by it." ”

“…… Can't you fateful people say what you see normally? ”

Sooner or later, you're going to be caught stewing potions. Medici thought silently in his mind.

——

For the promotion of the "Darkless One", the materials have been prepared, and they have been checked by Dariberg, and a complete and safe formula can be prepared at any time.

As the deity of the "Sun" pathway, he can ensure the safety of this potion, but promotion is still a risky thing.

Osecus listened quietly to the commentary from Saslier's mouth, but when he learned the details of the promotion ceremony, he still had a blank expression.

"Strip away the strongest and most reluctant emotions? But ......"

Osecus put his hand on his heart in confusion, he tried to remember, but he could not be sure what kind of affection was required to meet the standard, he had always considered himself a man of manners, humbly following all the teachings of the Lord, for the sake of the Lord and following the glory of the Lord, as if everything could be separated.

Until Sasliel punctured Osaikus's blind spot under the light: "Actually, this is obvious, but it may be difficult for you to see it yourself." What I will strip away is your devotion to the Lord, your admiration for the Lord, and all the motivations and desires that arise from it. ”

After a pause, Sasriel gave Osecus a few seconds to buffer: "So if you want to think again, you can hesitate for a few more days." ”

Osecus bit his lip and his face gradually turned pale: "I ......"

Of course he was afraid, and for a moment he was even on the verge of being abandoned by the Lord. But if it is for promotion, all this is necessary, and Osecus cannot keep delaying and avoiding it.

This was a great fear for Osecus - the loss of contact with his Lord.

Sasriel knew what Ostricus was afraid of, and the gentle smile on his face had a strong soothing effect on Ostricus: "No, the Lord will not forsake anyone who will follow Him, but will treat Him lovingly and truthfully." ”

At this moment, Osecus remembered the sequence in which he was now staying, and was called "Priest of Light" by the Lord.

He who is willing to sacrifice himself to the light, and the light may be with him anytime and anywhere.

The illusory sound of potion shattering sounded in his ears, and Osaikus's eyes lit up with excitement: "I see, I can perform the promotion ceremony at any time." ”