Medici did not get a chance to see the Lord, but Zoya was taken away by Saasliel.

Incidentally, Sasriel also took the painting, which was difficult to identify.

He felt the need to show himself, at least it was some kind of "effort" on the part of Zoya, but the result was laughable. Although Darriburg may not appreciate it in his own eyes, those bird paws look quite cute.

Sasriel looked at the lark on his shoulder: "What do you think?" ”

"Not well," Zoya replied softly, "but I want to learn to fly." ”

Sasriel looked at the lark, "You accepted my offer?" ”

"Yes, that would make it easier for me to act on my own."

At least it doesn't mean that because you're put on the ground, you can't go anywhere else.

Zoya wasn't used to looking up at the others, and for the first time he sensed the height of Urorius and Medici.

Pushing open the wooden door carved with the cross, he entered the familiar prayer room, the door behind Sasriel closed softly in the shadow of the arch of the ground.

On the bench in the first row, sat the figure in a simple white robe, who did not bow his head and pray silently as he had done several times before, but looked up at the cross standing at the forefront, his brow slightly curled, and it was not difficult to see that he was bothered by something.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Dariberg did not look back, but continued to maintain his previous posture in contemplation.

Zoya stood up from Saslier's shoulder: "Darhiborg." ”

Dariberg withdrew his gaze from the cross and turned his head with a smile: "Zoya, good afternoon." ”

"Good afternoon." Zoya stared at Darzyberg and saw an overly bright golden glow sink out of his eyes.

Sasriel lifted the lark from his shoulders and placed it on the outstretched palm of his hand, and Sasriel himself sat down next to him, his black robes making him more like an upright shadow that was opaque.

The lark's feathers were sprinkled with soft points of light, only this time for a longer time, until Darzyberg reached out and touched the top of the lark's head: "It's okay, thank you." ”

There was obvious hesitation in Zoya's eyes, but he still accepted Dariberg's gesture, and the light converged back under the feathers, and the lark moved a step forward in Dariberg's palm:

"You need to stabilize yourself."

"I need to hurry, it's not a choice. If sooner or later my condition deteriorates, I can take back my full authority and understand the extraordinary nature so that I can better fight it with all my might. ”

After a few seconds of silence, Dariberg smiled and said to the lark, "I also appreciate your help. ”

Zoya shook her head, not knowing whether she approved of Dariberg's resolute action or felt that her help was insufficient, and the Lark's gentle eyes reflected the cross on Dariborg's chest.

Sasriel turned his head sideways, "Oh, I have something to show you." ”

"What?"

Darzyberg took the canvas handed to him by Saslier, and saw the dark paint on it, and the whole painting looked dirty, but the traces of the bird's claws on the top layer were quite clear.

The smile on Darzyberg's lips was hard to contain: "Zoya's painting? It was a surprise to me, and it must have been Ulorius' idea...... Well, that's a great idea. ”

The lark doesn't have much expression, and there is no fluctuation in his eyes: "I can see that it doesn't fit the style of any painting, even with the eyes of postmodern art, it can't be criticized." ”

"Postmodern art", in the language of giants, means "artistic creation in the present moment in the future era", and the whole thing has become nondescript.

However, Darzyberg understood, and he was a little surprised: "You still know and even understand such words?" ”

Zoya was silent for two seconds and turned her head in the direction of the painting: "I know. The language they use and the things they come into contact with in their lives are very rich. ”

It's just that compared to here, and the world inside and outside the courtyard, the two sides don't have much in common.

"I'm more curious how you found out about that."

However, Dariberg knew that even if he asked, he would not get an answer, so he simply took the initiative to change the topic and brought up another matter: "Osecus's promotion ceremony may also need your help to give him some good luck." ”

"Do you need me to come?" Zoya knew that Ulorius could do the same, and it didn't seem necessary for him to give him good luck.

The good fortune given by Zoya will incur a certain amount of bad luck to achieve balance, especially for the extraordinary who have more volatile fates. And the good fortune and bad luck that Ulorius can give are more stable, and Dariberg should know this, at least Sasriel has seen it.

Darzyberg followed the lark's feathers: "Yes, it is up to you to do this, and it is not just good luck, I also want you to see the fate of Osecus." I know that the fate that Ulorius saw was always less than yours. ”

Zoya was silent for a moment, and even when he nodded, he looked worried: "Fate can be watched, but it is difficult to change. ”

"What needs to happen happens, I know," Darzyberg smiled as he lifted the lark up and handed it to Saslier, "but most of life is only in the moment." ”

A little surprise appeared in the eyes of the lark: "Do you know something?" ”

"Oh, just some research results, insignificant realizations."

Darhiberg nodded at Saslier: "I'll go back to the research lab later, and you can take Zoya to prepare for the promotion ceremony of Osecus." ”

"I'll take care of the settlement, and I'll let you know when Herabergen comes."

"You're always worthy of my trust."

Darzyberg sighed softly and watched as Saslier stepped out of the doorway.

Before the shadow closed the door, the lark suddenly turned his head sideways and glanced at Darzyberg, who no longer looked at the huge cross in front of him, but stared at his hands, and then slowly tightened his ten fingers and pressed them against the silver cross on his chest.

The lark looked gently into the past and the future, and seemed to see Darzyberg, who had never shown the tiredness in front of people.

——

The red and golden blood of the sun god bird emitted heat in the open pot, and a little bubble bulged out from the boiling, and every time a bubble burst on the surface, there would be a little golden mang's flash at the top.

Osaikus cracked a crack in the Divine Radiance Stone, hung the liquid on the scales and checked it with a pre-measured glass of water, and only then poured the associated liquid of the Divine Radiance Stone into the pot until the weight was about the same.

Sasriel watched silently, thirty milliliters no more, no less.

The glowing blood in the pot began to flow, and the golden rays between the broken bubbles no longer floated, but gradually condensed into a thin layer of streamers, slowly floating on the surface.

The next ingredient, the juice of the golden hand, Osecus bit his lower lip and silently counted the yellow juice dripping from between his palms.

Every drop of liquid that fell into the pot made the color of the liquid brighter, and seven drops fell in, the amount was enough, and Osecus withdrew his hand at the first time.

The boiling color in the pot was already red gold, and the golden mist floated on the surface, and from time to time a small whirlpool would be rolled up, bursting out of a candle-like shadow, like a firework that was about to burn but go out.

The magma heart powder had already been ground up, and Osaiku poured them into the pot and swept away the remnants of the bottom of the stone vessel with a brush.

The red-black powder swallowed the golden mist floating on the surface, and the originally boiling mixture gradually calmed down, and the dark red clot settled at the bottom, repelling the golden-red flowing part above.

Osecus took a deep breath and picked up the black vial that Sasriel had given him, and the moment Osecus uncorked the soft bottle with his clip, a bright and warm glow was already emanating.

Osecus's hands trembled uncontrollably, and his breathing was disrupted, the main ingredient needed to make a drop of the Darkless Potion...... A drop of "sun" blood.

This is the blood of God from the Lord!

Osecus' eyes were hot at such a gift, but he kept his mind steady and kept telling himself that the more difficult promotion ceremony was yet to come, and that he had to maintain a good and stable state.

Never fail to live up to the Lord's expectations. Osecus thought so, and dripped the drop of blood that radiated the sun's brilliance into the slightly fluctuating auxiliary material.

A miniature sun rose from the pot, and all the shadows in the room, except for Saslier's side, were completely dispelled, leaving only the warm sunlight.

Osecus kept staring at the potion in the pot, he had extinguished the brazier below, and the sun drew the sediment from the bottom of the pot and all the blood, and then hugged them tightly.

The light lasted only three or four seconds in total, and then it converged and retracted into the liquid in the pot, the golden but clear liquid slowly swirling, and in the middle there was a circle of ripples like a wheel of light, which looked as if it had been carved into a sun-shaped coat of arms.

Osecus poured the potion into the stone bowl and turned to Sasriel next to him.

The young man was so nervous that he couldn't say anything, just nodded vigorously.

Zoya, who was on Sasliel's shoulder, opened her eyes, and her gentle gaze rested on Osecus's face, and the sparrow's feathers flickered twice invisibly.

Sasriel's eyes shook with another chaotic color, and Osaikus's tense body trembled, and then subconsciously took a half step back, holding on to the edge of the table before barely standing firmly.

A humanoid phantom staggered out of his body and flew up until it curled up into a small ball, suspended in the palm of Sasliel's hand.

Osecus's eyes had completely lost their brilliance, but he had not forgotten what he had to do, and turned around numbly, stiffly grasping the golden potion, raising the stone bowl to his lips and drinking it down.

The power to purify everything almost burned the boy.

Surrounded by the strong sunlight, he almost completely forgot about himself, the words "praise the sun" were unconsciously pronounced, and the sunlight changed everything about him from the inside out—and then Sasriel raised his hand, and the withdrawn shadow slowly drifted back to his belongings.

Osecus opened his eyes, the shadow of the sun lit up under his eyes, and his handsome face turned from a painful convulsion to a calm until he smiled wistfully.

He stretched out his arms to the top of his head, as if to embrace the vigorous light that overflowed from him: "Praise you! The Creator of all! ”

Another miniature sun rises over the "Chaoyang City", showing its own sense of existence.

Just like the rising sun, the soft light shines.

(End of chapter)