Do you think I care about you? [Western Fantasy]

Eunice would never refuse Murphy's request, even if she did not agree with Murphy's approach, she still conveyed Murphy's request to the two knights.

Some confused knights did so, but Galen, who was watching from the side, was also full of doubts.

Looking at the cold expression of the Son of Murphy, it must be that he could no longer tolerate the believers of the God of Darkness, but why did he suddenly save the child's hand? Could it be to show his mercy to the believers of the God of Light?

It is not a good thing to be merciful to the family members of the dark god.

Galen took two steps forward and said in a voice that everyone could hear: "Your Highness, this person should not stay for long. Even in the blessing square, you must be vigilant against his dark power to harm innocent people. Please, Your Highness, Son!" Purify it!"

As soon as he said these words, the believers distanced themselves from the cage, fearing that they would be infected with the slightest bit of unknown.

At this moment, they stood on the same side as Galen, hoping that Murphy would act as soon as possible.

"His Royal Highness, let's go." Archbishop Shelley walked to Murphy's side and said softly, "Although your position in the hearts of the believers is unshakable, this kind of feat that comes to your door should not be missed."

Murphy was silent.

The so-called purification means killing him, killing him in front of hundreds of people. This is the so-called drama of light defeating darkness, and it is what everyone wants Murphy to do.

Murphy has never encountered such a problem. In the eyes of others, the life that is so low in the dirt is just an innocent child in Murphy's eyes. He just happened to have black hair, black eyes, and black blood. Then they will be arrested and dedicated to the Guangming Church for punishment.

He couldn't even express his own camp, so he was forcibly given the name of a follower of the Dark God, without even the slightest chance to stand up.

As long as Murphy nodded, he would end his miserable life.

As a guest from another world, Murphy couldn't empathize with this, nor could he understand their complete rejection.

He also didn't know if that child really belonged to the darkness, and his sympathy might just be a superficial judgment.

Murphy didn't know what to do.

But his perception as a person made him unwilling to kill, and he resisted this behavior from the bottom of his heart.

The knight lifted a corner of the cage, and the child let out another hoarse cry.

Half of his hand was crushed and stuck to the ground at this time, only the fingertips were still intact. The knight pinched his wrist, and the feeling of touching the darkness made him frowned in disgust. Let go without hesitation.

Murphy still couldn't see anything, but he heard the child's aggrieved and painful cries, like a kitten, but in the eyes of people other than Murphy, it became a posturing to attract sympathy.

When the slogan "His Royal Highness the Holy Son" sounded again in the blessing square, Murphy was sent to the forefront. Everyone was waiting for Murphy to make a move. Questions from believers and churches.

Eunice patted Murphy's hand. She felt that her Holy Son was a little nervous. Perhaps it was because she had been in the church for many years and had never seen the existence of darkness. Such a pitiful and lovely hesitant gesture really touched Eunice's heart.

While Murphy was still thinking, Eunice helped him go down, walked over the long steps in front of the hall, stepped onto the blessing square paved with white bricks, and walked all the way to the front of the cage.

The child in the corner was startled by the sound outside, he relaxed his curled body and raised his head slightly, his eyes hidden in half-length black hair looked at the two people who were gradually approaching him.

He hid his injured hand in his chest, grinning his teeth when the dirty cloth touched the wound, but he still refused to stretch it out.

He climbed to the edge of the cage with one hand, and looked up at Murphy and Eunice who were close at hand. His black hair was spread out, revealing the black eyes that had been covered before. They were pure black, like an ancient night.

"His Royal Highness, you have black eyes." Eunice said softly beside Murphy.

Murphy responded to her with silence.

What could he do, he couldn't even use magic, there was no way he could have killed this kid either out of heart or means.

Murphy looked at Eunice: "Eunice, I don't want to."

His voice was so soft that only Eunice, who was beside him, could hear: "I feel like he's a harmless existence, he doesn't seem like..."

He doesn't look like a follower of the Dark God.

Even though he had a black exterior and interior, Murphy didn't want to admit that he didn't want to take someone's life, especially a child's.

Before he finished speaking, a faint voice was heard in everyone's ears.

"May the God of Light bless you."

The child repeated these words, and reached out from the iron cage to grab the edge of Murphy's robe. The white robe was stained with black stains and blood.

Eunice tries to separate it, but Murphy stops her.

Murphy heard him say it over and over again, and caught another character in that faint voice.

He wasn't praying for himself, he was praying for his mother.

The people nearby were in an uproar. They didn't understand why they heard the word "light" from the followers of the dark god.

One who turns away from the god will suffer the wrath of the god, and another god will resist his faith because of his unclean soul.

"Shut up!" Archbishop Trollope, who came in a hurry, stood at the entrance of the blessing hall and shouted, "How can the word Guangming come out of a filthy mouth like you? Son of Murphy, don't do it yet!"

He thought that when he arrived, the believers of the Dark God would have been purified, but he didn't expect that it was not over yet, which was really unbelievable.

He walked to the side of Archbishop Shelley: "Shelley, with you assisting, why did you delay until now?"

Archbishop Trollope is the archbishop of the same period as the former Pope Sarenfis, and his prestige in the Church of Light is also extremely high.

Archbishop Shelley: "His Royal Highness is hesitant, and there may be other problems."

"Other reasons?" Trollope waved his hand. "In this situation, there is no need to think about it at all. It is probably because you have not killed a life. If you can't get over this hurdle in your heart, if you really can't do it, you can do it."

Archbishop Shelley nodded.

When Murphy heard the stern shout coming from behind, and no one stopped him, he knew that the church's senior management could no longer sit still, but he still wanted to make a final attempt.

Murphy once again felt the light spots around him. Countless white golden light spots were flying around him. Perhaps it was because of the blessing square. The power of light was so strong that everything was close to Murphy. repel.

There was a striking white light in Eunice's body beside him, just like the power in Murphy's own body, it was the embodiment of the nuns of her church.

Murphy used this special vision to look in the direction of the child. There were colorful light spots in his body, which were extremely thin. If these colorful light spots were not so conspicuous in the same color of platinum, he might still ignore it.

There is no subconscious resistance of Murphy in these light spots, just like an ordinary person who has not cultivated, the power in his body is mixed and impure, and cannot be used by him at all.

The people who were watching nearby were the same as the children in front of him, and they also had such mixed light spots in their bodies, but there seemed to be more bright gold.

And the child was still chanting that sentence, and as he kept repeating, some golden light spots gradually entered his body, and those lights that were close to Murphy did not resist the child's body.

Murphy couldn't see any black spots of light. It was so dense in the Holy Land that he couldn't see any of them once he left the Holy Land. So far, I have not found what is the color that represents darkness.

But because of the child in front of him, he subconsciously ignored this question.

This child is not a believer of the Dark God. The power representing light does not resist him, and Murphy himself does not reject him. He told himself that he would never attack this child again.

He was still holding on to Murphy's clothes. Murphy squatted down and groped for his hands. The skinny fingers seemed to be broken if touched. The sticky and cold sweat and blood were mixed together. At first, even the human body temperature could be felt. less than.

But with such hands, Murphy could feel the power gushing out of them. It was the wish power that could only appear due to the devout belief in the God of Light, pouring into Murphy's body along their cold contact surface.

Like the hope tightly grasped in a desperate situation, the fingertips almost pierced into the palm of Murphy's hand. A pure and strong sadness was transmitted to Murphy's heart. Pain, fear, dread, longing, and the desire to survive To Murphy's heart.

For a moment, he seemed to be in an iron cage, cut by countless people with sharp eyes, his hands hurt badly, his body was so hungry that he didn't feel hungry, his empty abdomen was dry, and even breathing was painful, cold and painful Surrounding him, only his hands held a little warmth, so that he didn't dare to relax.

This intense painful emotion destroyed Murphy's psychological defense in an instant, and it seemed that this belief came from a child. It was pure and strong, and possessed the strongest desire that Murphy had ever felt.

"Eunice, he is not a believer in the God of Darkness. No one can doubt his belief in the God of Light." Murphy looked up at Eunice and said.

He couldn't control his sadness, he had been assimilated by the child's feelings, and he couldn't get away in a short time.

Eunice looked at the sadness on Murphy's face in horror, and she saw a tear fall from under the platinum intertwined ribbon and onto the palms he held with the child.

The clear and hot tears melted into a stain, mixed into dark gray and dripped down, like light eroded by darkness.

"Your Highness, Son, you must not be tempted by him, this is the God of Darkness..." Galen walked forward anxiously, the situation completely exceeded his expectations, and Son Murphy chose to protect him This believer of the dark god, does he not want his position as the Son of God?

Regardless of whether it was for him or for himself, Galen had to interrupt Murphy's actions. In the eyes of the world, Murphy, the holy son, must be pure and flawless and follow the light, otherwise he would not be the holy son of light!

"you shut up!"

Galen stopped in his tracks. He could see the resistance to him from Murphy's face. The companions following Galen looked puzzled and didn't know what happened.

Murphy lowered his head and hugged the child across the cage. He had a pungent smell, but he didn't seem to notice it at all.

The iron cage was still cold, but the hands wrapped around his back carried warmth. The thin, monkey-like child stopped crying and remained silent.

Archbishop Trollope frowned: "What's the matter with Murphy?"

Archbishop Shelley did not answer him.

Unlike others, he knew the miracle that Murphy was talking about, so at this moment, what he was thinking was whether this was the guidance given to Murphy by the God of Light, asking him to save a follower of the God of Darkness here, for the justice of the God unselfish.

"May the God of Light bless you and your mother." Murphy said softly.

The light shone, and the golden light spots in Murphy's body poured out from his palm in a familiar way, and merged into the child's body, repairing everything he could foresee.

The bloody and bloody palm bulged slightly, with flesh and bones surging in it, and the child raised his hand in surprise. There was no pain, but his hand was recovering.

A few drops of pitch-black liquid dripped from his fingertips, and then the blood dripping from the wound turned red, bright red, and the red reflected a pale pink in the morning sun.

All the people watched this scene and fell into a long silence.

At the same moment, in a small town far away from Saihe City, a thin woman in the town's only pastor's house had a golden light on her body, and even her slightly pale blond hair was a little brighter.

This light dispelled the dead energy in her body, allowing her to open her eyes. The man who was pushing the door to enter smashed the medicine bowl in his hand, and his eyes were full of tears.

The author has something to say: Murphy is an ordinary person, he can't accept killing casually so quickly, that's why he has an ending that belongs to him alone.