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

This time, the blessing meeting held in Saihe City, the headquarters of the Guangming Church, ended perfectly as expected, and the one who attracted the attention of all parties was the Son of Murphy.

Just like the silent torrential rain and the bursting but soft sunny sky, the appearance of the Son of Murphy seems to have been blessed by God, and at the same time it is a shot in the arm for the people from the Church of Illuminati——The Pope was arrested The God of Light is summoned to serve by his side, and there is no need to say much about the piety of his belief.Now that the position of Pope is vacant, the strength of the church is unprecedentedly weak, but the believers don't need to worry. Their way forward will be led by the Son of Murphy, and the Church of Light will surely reach a new peak.

Those who were lucky enough to be selected to step into the hall to face the Holy Son of Murphy all praised him as the darling of the God of Light, and his tenderness and compassion became the beauty of the believers.

For a moment, the people of the God of Light swept away the grief of the Pope's death, and turned to look forward to a bright future.

After the blessing conference, the Otto Empire, one of the most powerful empires on the Barenque continent, is adjacent to Saihe City. It has always been on good terms with the Church of Light. To meet directly with the Holy Son of Murphy, in order to show their friendly attitude towards the Church of Light and the importance they attach to the birth of the Holy Son, this time the Otto royal family sent the eldest prince Isaac who is loved by the people.

But at this moment, Isaac looked at the back of the young man who was being dragged out. His waist-length blond hair almost melted into the sunlight. As he took steps, he swayed on his back, and the platinum robe tightly wrapped his slender body. Only the clean and slender neck is exposed, which is sacred and inviolable.

For nearly an hour, the Son of Murphy in front of him was sitting upright as when he first met, with a half-smile at the corner of his mouth, and the delicate ribbon deprived him of his vision but also cut off the probing eyes of the outside world, only showing a Zhang slightly pursed his lips quietly listening to their conversation, and gave him a word of blessing at the last moment.

"May the God of Light bless you."

The gentle voice hit Isaac's heart like a clear spring, and it seemed that there was a magical power covering him with the voice. When he touched those soft white hands, he felt complicated, but the sound and the touch touched him He retracted it before he could react.

Isaac even felt that in the eyes of Holy Son Murphy, he, the eldest prince of the Otto Empire, was no different from those people who participated in the blessing. With this weird feeling, the rapid withdrawal made him feel lost .

It's just that he watched Son Murphy go away without showing any emotion.

The nuns of the church led him outside and sent him away respectfully.

It was only when Isaac returned to his residence that the elderly servant beside him asked what he had seen today, Isaac recovered from the silence.

"Even if His Majesty the Pope Sarenfiz stands next to him, he will never be able to hide his light." Isaac walked to the window and looked out, where he can clearly see that there are still countless The prayer square for believers, "Conan Murphy will become the new hope of the Church of Light."

Isaac recalled the young man's appearance, the exposed half of his face seemed to be covered with a layer of soft light, and because the ribbon was like a god whose vision was imprisoned, he felt a little fragile, he couldn't help but imagine From the eyes that hide behind, they must be as shining as his master.

An immature, beautiful and holy son, an excellent spokesperson for the Church of Light.

The old servant was surprised that His Royal Highness the eldest prince, who is usually proud, would give him such a high evaluation, and he was also a little curious about the son of Murphy.

It's just that the preferential treatment given by the church to the Alto Empire only facilitated the eldest prince, and although he went to the blessing meeting, he was not lucky enough to be introduced into the hall, so naturally he could only enrich his cognition with the words in his mouth.

At this time, the little blind Murphy, who was being watched by everyone, was being supported to move forward, and he had no idea that the great prince of the Otto Empire whom he met just now had given him such a high evaluation.

It's just that even if he knew, he would only secretly complain in his heart that the other party thought too well, and most of them were deceived by beauty?

After all, when the Son of Murphy in the book first appeared on the stage, so many people were crazy about his appearance. Before the slogan of "the son of beauty and strength, crush the Quartet" was heard, he was directly cannon fodder. How many faces were slapped.

In this world, if people really want to see this scene, those who crazily praise Murphy's son can only have a dull face and doubt life.

Therefore, Murphy ignored other people's evaluations, because no one knew his own strength better than him. His predecessor may be a hot chicken, but he is definitely hotter than the other party.

It is indeed said in the book that the Son of Murphy possesses countless light-type magics, but there is no mention of how these magics are used.

In the past half a day, although Murphy has become a little familiar with this body and knows that there is a strange power in his body, he doesn't know how to use it.

Murphy, who was at a loss, said almost only one sentence from the beginning to the end of the entire blessing meeting, that is, "May the God of Light bless you", and no one asked him to do anything else, so it was already hidden for a while.

The real Son of Murphy, who can be recognized by the people of the church, should also have a lot of strength, then he will be slapped to death by the palm of the dark god. Let alone how the dark god appeared, the opponent's strength must be It was so powerful that it could directly crush the Son of Murphy.

Unless the author's brain twitch makes the church take pride in his face, directly praise him to the sky, and then slap him to death, there is no way.

So at present, if Murphy wants to save his life, he must do two things. One is to find out this body, learn to use magic, improve his strength, and at least give himself some ability to save his life; He refused to join the protagonist's team, let alone stand in the same camp as the protagonist. Wouldn't it be nice to keep him at arm's length?

Thinking that the protagonist will come to the door in a short time, Murphy has already made up his mind to not see him.

With Murphy's current status, he is firmly in the camp of light. He is naturally hostile to the camp where the dark god is. Judging from the situation where there is no clean scum left, it is not surprising that the dark god who has made a comeback will find trouble with the church as soon as he appears.

But Murphy is well aware of the routines of novels. Generally speaking, the farther you are from the protagonist, the farther you are from the God of Darkness. He even thought deeply that the God of Darkness might have been released by the protagonist, so the swordsman named Galen , He didn't even want to see her, no matter how far away she was.

Murphy, who was looking for a way to save his life in his heart, remained calm and self-possessed on the face. Before there were no factors that directly made people doubt him, he could not directly send himself out because his performance was not good enough.

Mo Really Cheeky Fei firmly grasped Gao Hui's glamorous Holy Son status.

So even if he couldn't see anything, he still took the road ahead firmly, let alone someone supporting him, so naturally he didn't need to worry too much.

And Murphy didn't know if it was his own illusion. He just felt that he was extremely familiar with the whole environment. When he took the first step, his body walked out spontaneously, which was probably the perception of his predecessor.

The journey was quiet and quiet, and the nun who was supporting him didn't say a word, only listening to others respectfully calling him when he met others on the road.

Although Murphy didn't know the way ahead, he didn't panic in his heart. The church attached great importance to him, so he didn't need to worry about any danger he would encounter in the church. He just needed to be led away obediently.

However, just when he was thinking this way, the nun next to him suddenly said, "My lord, the Holy Land is ahead, so I will retreat first."

After Murphy finished speaking, a gust of wind blew up around him, and someone opened the door in front of him for him, and a gust of chill rushed over his face, instantly dissipating the heat that the sunlight had given him earlier.

Holy place?

That's right, the Son of Murphy in the book spends most of his time practicing in the Holy Land.

As the exclusive practice place for the Pope and the Holy Son, ordinary church members are not allowed to enter at all, and even the other archbishops are not qualified to approach it without special permission. After the death of Pope Sarenfis, the only one who can enter the Holy Land is St. Murphy. Son is alone.

Murphy nodded, recalled the protagonist's affairs again, and said, "The blessing meeting is over, and I will practice in the Holy Land for the next period of time, so please don't bother me if you have nothing important to do."

After speaking, Murphy walked straight in, and the two doors closed behind him.

"Yes, Lord Son." The nun answered yes with her head lowered, and slowly closed the door, watching the slender white figure step into the darkness with fiery and respectful eyes.

cold.

The temperature around him plummeted.

As if walking directly into the ice cellar from the warm sunlight, Murphy felt that his body was wrapped in boundless cold air. The cold air swam in through the gaps in his clothes, and when it landed on his skin, he trembled .

Why is the Holy Land so cold?

Murphy didn't know.

But at this moment, his body still has an inexplicable sense of familiarity guiding him in the direction he is going, and the spontaneous consciousness of his body leads him forward, and finally stops at a place with a round cushion in front of it. Fei knelt up and sat up, deftly taking the posture he had when he participated in the blessing meeting, clasping his hands in front of his chest.

The feel of the cloth quickly relieved the cold in his legs, which made him relax a little.

But knowing that there was no one around here, Murphy couldn't help complaining in his heart: He's been outside praying all morning, isn't anyone going to bring him some food?

He wanted to ask just now, but the nun led him directly to the Holy Land, and he didn't dare to act because he was afraid that his avatar would collapse if he asked for food.

Murphy suddenly felt a little pitiful. So what if this holy son is good-looking. He used to have a good-looking body, but now he has to practice in this cold place with an empty stomach?

It was so miserable.

Murphy, who was kneeling on the cushion, settled down and decided to get to know this body well first. He is actually very curious about magic, and now is indeed a good opportunity.

But at this time, he suddenly felt a heavy chill on his exposed neck, which made him shiver. At that time, he stretched out his hand to pat it, and a cloud of icy mist spread over his fingertips.

Murphy couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. In this cold place, and he couldn't see, he would inevitably be a little nervous. He thought something had touched him just now.

However, he was blindfolded and couldn't see it. After passing through the gap between his fingertips, the cold mist condensed into the shape of a palm. Although it didn't touch him again, it still wandered around his fragile neck.

The author has something to say: Murphy: As we all know, the farther you are from the protagonist, the farther you are from danger.When I stay away from the protagonist, I stay away from the Dark God.

Galen: That seems to be the case!