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

In the candlelit hall, Archbishop Trollope stood on one side, softly telling what had happened during this period of time.

The translucent curtain is windless and automatic, only occasionally revealing a little scene inside. The luxurious decoration and the faint fragrance wafting in the air all show the extremely high status of the owner of the palace.

Trollope didn't look sideways, and didn't have any intention of inquiring about the situation inside.

When his words fell, the entire hall fell into dead silence, and the sound of the curtain fluttering became the loudest sound.

The sound of water flowing in the silence was very obvious. After a while, a breath passed through the curtain and blew Trollope's clothes, and he didn't move at all.

Thin black air escaped from the curtain, and the breath was full of power. Trollope raised his head slightly, and at this moment, he could see the inner black pattern exposed at the corner of the curtain, which was part of the well-drawn magic circle. .

The magic circle is in operation, providing cultivation gains for those who use it.

It was a long wait, but Trollope was not impatient until he finally heard the other party's voice.

"That young man has left?" the voice asked, with a lazy tone, as if it was just mentioned casually.

Such a young voice, compared to the old Trollope, is purely youthful, but it does not affect Trollope's awe in front of him.

Trollope: "Yes, I have been away for two days. He left on the day the precept center acquitted him, and now he is arriving in the capital of the Glory Empire."

"You say he has a strange power of conviction?"

"Yes, seeing him at any time makes people feel credible, even if he is involved with black people, people can't help but give him a chance to explain. Other than me, no one who has seen him It's the same feeling."

The voice was a bit interested: "It's really strange to say that, let me see him."

Trollope nodded, and a light curtain appeared in front of him as soon as he raised his hand. What was shown in the light curtain was the scene of the blessing meeting that day, and Galen was in the center of his sight.

The young man's handsome face became more and more eye-catching under the morning light, and the people around him unconsciously looked at him with a little affection, and when he was suspected by Murphy later, his expression when he explained Also innocent people can not blame.

A person who is favored by the heavens seems to have been endowed with all the best qualities. Just the breath on his body can make people believe in it and easily change other people's thinking.

"Trolope, you shouldn't have let him go." After a long silence, the voice appeared again, with a bit of regret in the tone.

Trollope asked: "My lord, is there something wrong with him? If so, I will send someone to arrest him now."

"No, no, don't you think this person is very suitable to be the spokesperson of the God of Light?"

Trollope looked in the direction of the voice in surprise: "What do you mean?"

"Murphy is not yet able to walk outside. At this time, if there is a person who represents the Church of Light to preach the meaning of the Church's existence, with his persuasion, there will be great gains."

"But he is just an ordinary swordsman. Although his strength is good, he is not yet worthy of our recruitment."

"You don't need to force what you have missed, but I think he will come back again. Next time, bring him to me, and I will handle it myself." The voice said, "I can help him become stronger, as long as he is firm Stand on the side of the light."

A trace of surprise flashed in Trollope's eyes, he never thought that the young man would get such a high evaluation here.

He nodded: "There is also something about the black person. That child is a believer in the God of Light. I have personally checked it out, and there is no problem. He is staying with Murphy now, and Murphy is taking care of him."

"Then let him stay by Murphy's side, see the reaction of the believers, and then deal with it." He arranged everything at will.

Trollope responded, hesitated for a while, and finally asked: "Master Zapas, does this mean that we have done something wrong?"

He was referring to the reckoning that went on for so long, in which countless black people died in that protracted movement, until now it is almost extinct.

It wasn't until Murphy showed them the problem with the child that the top church leaders, including Trollope, realized that they seemed to have a great misunderstanding in the "black".

At present, there is only Joshua, a black child, in front of them. They can't find the rest in a short time, and naturally there is no way to confirm or deny their own ideas. This time he said it, hoping that someone would give him some Support or point the way.

The voice chuckled and said: "At that time, black people were guilty, so we liquidated them. But now, it is the church that grants them innocence, and they should be grateful for the magnanimity of the light."

Trollope was taken aback, and answered in a low voice: "Yes, Lord Sapas."

He suppressed the emotions on his face, but there was a shocking wave in his heart. Master Zapas seemed to mean that the church knew from the beginning that black people were not as evil as they told the people, but why...

"Feel strange?" The change in his heart did not escape the other party's eyes.

Trollope tried hard to explain, but got no chance.

The other party's voice sounded in his ears, calm and somewhat indifferent: "Trolope, you have to know that the Church of Illuminati can't do anything wrong."

Trollope bent his back: "I am stupid, Mr. Sapas."

He seemed to lose interest: "Back off."

"Yes."

Trollope exited the palace respectfully, and the inside became quiet and dead again.

The man called "Lord Sapas" raised his head slightly, shook his head helplessly when he saw Trollope's leaving back, and said to himself in a low voice: "It would be great if I found that young man earlier. In some ways he's more appealing than Murphy."

"Whoever will be the Son of God can probably be changed."

He sat cross-legged in the black magic circle, which was carved on the ground, the black liquid filled those depressions, countless black mist gushed out from the lines under him, and the slightly cold frost condensed on the left and right .

I don't know how long it took, the black liquid in the groove of the magic circle gradually faded from the deep black, and became lighter and lighter, as if the spirituality in it had been exhausted.

Closing his eyes and concentrating on it, Zapas took out a small bottle, and he sent a drop of jet-black liquid into the magic circle. In just an instant, the color was completely black again.

Zapas sighed contentedly, his golden eyes could be seen in the black mist, with a boundless sense of sacredness, but his handsome face contained a mocking smile.

The eternal blood from the body of the gods is also full of the power of the gods. The only regret is that you can't grab too much. Without the protection of the gods, the corpses of the gods will be defeated more easily.

It's not that no one in the Illuminati Church has ever taken blood in this way, but in Zapas' generation, the number of blood draws is the most frequent.

"Galen? He's an interesting person with enough ambition."

"Stand obediently in my camp, and I will give you eternal life."

The palace fell silent, and the low voice conveyed the bewilderment in the words, but no one could hear it except his master.

***

Cecil smiled and said nothing, gently stroking Murphy's hair to remove the redness and swelling on his forehead, and even the arms around him were tender with pity.

His "yes" couldn't be more justified. After all, he was the one who saved Murphy, and when the other party asked, he just brought it up.

As for the "you" in Murphy's mouth, which somewhat refers to the God of Light, Cecil said that he just said what he should say, and there was no lie in the slightest. After hearing his answer, what would happen to Murphy? Thinking has nothing to do with him.

After all, he felt that appearing beside Murphy as a lifesaver might lead to a completely different ending, which made him very interested.

The light spots gushing out of Murphy's body had already enveloped Cecil, outlining his appearance for Murphy.

He lowered his head, his waterfall-like hair fell on the ground and spread out in a huge piece, his face was so gentle and gentle, just like his voice, even if it was just a simple outline, people could feel his every move A sense of majesty and holiness in every movement.

A tall and handsome man, the loose robe can't cover his chest, just like this, Murphy bumped his head into his chest just now, the other's strong and powerful breasts are what every man wants to have, and Murphy is no exception , his eyes lingered on the other party's beautiful abdominal muscles, and couldn't help but think of his own soft belly...

Even Murphy himself didn't know why he would think about these unimportant things at this juncture, maybe it was out of a man's jealousy?

It's just that this person's whole body is pitch black, and the thick black is even darker than the black that fills the entire hall.

Countless black spots of light have lost their form, flowing through his body like a stream of water, with a chill deeper than Murphy has ever experienced, turning him into a humanoid ice sculpture, cold and inaccessible, except for There is a bright golden light on his chest and the top of his head. Those two forces are familiar to Murphy. They are countless times stronger than him, and they make him as small as an ant. They are also the source of Murphy's weird intimacy and summoning. .

The black power that seemed to be out of control and the golden power that was left in a life-threatening position that made him familiar and close, and then connected with his own identity, the other party guarded him more than once. Who is the person in front of him?

But at this moment, looking at the man's body, Murphy began to wonder again. Is the black spot of light that he has been cultivating all this time really as harmless as he thought?

Cecil stroked his hair, relieved the pain for him and controlled the cold away from him, even he wanted to immerse himself in this kind of tenderness.

The little holy son in his arms was silent for a long time, as if he didn't realize that there was something wrong with their posture at the moment, he looked up at him unpreparedly, his small Adam's apple was clearly visible on his slender neck.

Cecil saw that his face was a little more worried, and reached out his hand hesitantly to touch his chest. The huge hole was right next to his hand. The strength of the glorious lion jumped for joy when he approached, and the wound was tearing.

"You are injured, God of Light."

Cecil's Adam's apple rolled down, the warmth of his chest made him restless, he whispered uncontrollably: "Yes, I was injured."

The author has something to say: Cecil (proud face): Who else, I just ask, who else can put on a vest so naturally?Of course, I'm just here to get in close contact with my dear little Shengzi. Don't you think it's very effective?I first gained his trust, and then slowly made him fall in love with me!

Murphy (dead fish eyes): Oh, it seems very powerful

Ben Cuckoo was having a headache for entering the V update, and the code word spicy chicken was crying bitterly.

In addition, the cover will not be changed, because I asked my sister to draw the Q version of Xiao Shengzi, and she sat down the power cord after drawing, did not save it and directly GG, and continued to cry bitterly.