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

When he first heard the news, Murphy couldn't believe it.

Archbishop Trollope can be regarded as his acquaintance. In addition to Eunice and the two little guys, Murphy communicated with Archbishop Shelley and Archbishop Trollope the most in the inner court of the church. He also has a certain relationship with them. learn.

For the two archbishops to reach this position, qualifications and strength are indispensable, and there are probably very few people who can hurt them.

And Murphy met them yesterday. How could anyone in the church hurt a very high-ranking archbishop in just one day?

Murphy didn't know, but he was a little worried: "How is Archbishop Trollope now?"

Eunice: "According to the person who sent the message, the situation does not seem to be very good."

Murphy said, "We'll go there now."

"Can your body hold it up?" Eunice looked at Murphy with a bit of worry in her expression.

Praying for believers is not a simple output of magic power, it depends entirely on the personal wishes of the host.

Eunice could tell that Murphy's willingness to give back was the most generous of all the bishops, which also meant that he would consume more than others.

Murphy blinked his eyes covered under the platinum ribbon, and it was only after Eunice reminded him that he remembered this matter, but it was different from the previous slightly exhausted state, and now he was not in the same state because of the blessing conference. Any fatigue that occurs, on the contrary, is full of energy.

In other words, Murphy's own strength has grown after the encounter in the Holy Land. Even after a blessing meeting, the consumption of magic is not enough to make him feel tired.

Realizing this, Murphy discovered the benefits again... Although it hurts, I feel like I can do it a few more times. Everyone knows which one to choose between a longer life and a longer pain.

Murphy patted the arm supported by Eunice, smiled and said, "It's okay, let's go there."

It's just that on the way past, Murphy unexpectedly felt that this road was very familiar. After thinking for a while, he realized that this road was almost the way to the Holy Land, and he only turned a corner at the teleportation circle and went to the side.

Murphy knew he shouldn't be so sensitive, but this situation made him unreasonably think of a possibility - Archbishop Trollope was injured in the Holy Land.

The church clearly stipulates that only the Pope and the Holy Son can enter and leave the Holy Land at will, and the rest must go through a series of strict examinations. Even the Acting Pope, Archbishop Shelley, does not have this right.

It stands to reason that it is impossible for Archbishop Trollope to enter the Holy Land, but Murphy couldn't let go of this guess. He even thought that the people of the church who the God of Light had told him thought he was dead and used him as a medium for cultivation. There may be Archbishop Trollope among the top church officials involved, which would explain his sudden injury.

It hadn't been long since he left the Holy Land, but Murphy suddenly felt worried about the God of Light. After he left, there would be another accident in the Holy Land, just like the last time he was injured.

Thinking of this, Murphy's brows furrowed in gloom.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at their destination. There were many people at the door. When Murphy arrived, there was a series of greetings.

"You're finally here, Murphy." The frowning Archbishop Shelley stretched a little when he saw Murphy, and walked over quickly, "Archbishop Trollope was hurt when he stopped the dark believers who sneaked into the church." Injury, several bishops who are proficient in healing can barely save his life, and I called you here to see if you have any other options."

Murphy: "A follower of the Dark God?"

His voice was extremely surprised, even slightly flustered.

If this is true, it means that the return of the Dark God is not far away. Murphy tried his best to maintain his composure, not wanting others to see the problem.

Archbishop Shelley didn't notice what was wrong with Murphy, and smiled bitterly: "Isn't it a surprise? When I received the news, I thought I had heard it wrong."

"But we were indeed negligent. The darkness has been dormant for a long time where we didn't notice it," Archbishop Shelley patted Murphy's shoulder and said, "I have notified the elders about the recovery of the darkness. Murphy, are you here?" Let's see if I can help, I have to find out how those people got in."

Before Murphy could reply, Archbishop Shelley turned and left.

Murphy, who was left alone with a complicated heart, was brought into the inner room to check on the situation of Archbishop Trollope.

Then the further he went in, the more familiar Murphy felt, as if he was walking into the inner sanctum of the Holy Land at this moment.

The familiar cold wraps around his ankles, and with each step closer, the chill from climbing up becomes deeper and deeper. The two magic elements of light and dark are entangled together. This is the first time Murphy has felt the dark element outside the Holy Land. The presence of magical elements.

But it was these small black spots of light that inexplicably gave Murphy a familiar illusion, as if he had felt it somewhere before.

Murphy uncontrollably thought of the Holy Land and the God of Light who was alone in the Holy Land, and couldn't help but associate Trollope with Cecil.

"Son of Murphy." A kind voice sounded in Murphy's ear.

Apart from the few people Murphy knew, there were others Murphy was not familiar with, such as Bishop Arnold, who had been studying healing magic at the pastor's office all year round. At this time, Bishop Trollope had an accident. , trying his best to deal with his injuries.

After listening to the descriptions of several people, Murphy frowned unbearably.

Archbishop Trollope's injuries were very serious. There was a penetrating wound on his chest. Countless dark forces eroded his body along this wound, and half of his chest had turned pitch black.

He is not young anymore. Even in this world, physical strength has nothing to do with age, but with strength. Murphy couldn't bear to know his injury.

"The dark power in his body is too strong. Even if we old guys try our best to maintain this state, we can't stop it from continuing to erode." Bishop Arnold said, "I heard that the power of His Royal Highness is on the way. It has miraculous effects in healing, so I would like to ask you to try it this time."

Murphy smiled kindly. This was not a good time for a conversation. Archbishop Trollope was right in front of him. He also wanted to find out the real reason for the other party's injury earlier.

At this moment, Archbishop Trollope was submerged in the water full of the power of light, and with the help of this water, he suppressed the transfer of the power of darkness in his body.

Although the surrounding dark power is strong, since most of it is on the body of Archbishop Trollope, coupled with the effect of holy water, Murphy can rely on the light magic elements scattered around him without releasing his own power. View all.

In his eyes, Archbishop Trollope was lying in the golden water, and there was a golden power flowing in his body. This should have been a perfect flow, but it was broken by the deep dark power in the center.

Looking carefully, Murphy found that the dark forces were constantly devouring the surrounding golden light spots, and even wrapped his heart, and there were subtle black spots appearing in the limbs and bones. This extremely serious injury may kill him at any time. The fire of life is completely extinguished.

This situation is just like what Murphy saw in the God of Light, the only difference is that the God of Light has been eroded by darkness, leaving only the still strong golden source of power in the chest and head to fight against it, while Trolo Archbishop Pu is completely different. He has no chance of winning in this battle.

"Who hurt him? The injury is too serious." Murphy looked serious.

Arnold and several other bishops noticed the movement on Murphy, and there was a bit of appreciation in their eyes, but they fell silent again when they heard Murphy's words.

"We don't know. Trollope is lying nearby. If he hadn't been discovered, he might have already..."

What was the meaning behind the words, Murphy already knew from their silence.

However, it's just nearby, and it's not far from the Holy Land...

Murphy told himself not to think too much, and to deal with the matter in front of him first.

He knelt and sat on the edge of the pool, and reached out his hand to touch the chest of Archbishop Trollope. The thick dark force on the wound made the warm water in the pool turn cold, as if he had touched ice with his hand.

Archbishop Trollope, who was lying in the pool, did not move at all. He had already lost consciousness and could not detect the slightest noise from the outside world.

Murphy closed his eyes, the only power he has now is that kind of power, and it's the only one he knows.

Soft light gushed out from Murphy's palm, covering Archbishop Trollope's wound, black and gold touching together.

But almost at this moment, Murphy noticed a strange sight, someone was looking at him with a strange look, and Murphy felt a sense of uneasiness when he saw it.

Suddenly realizing something was wrong, Murphy stopped sending out the power in his hand.

Arnold saw him stop suddenly, and asked a little strangely: "Your Highness, what's the problem?"

Murphy didn't turn around, and didn't do anything else: "Can I stay here alone?"

No one responded.

Seeing Archbishop Trollope's breathing getting weaker and weaker beside him, Murphy said cruelly to Eunice who was behind him, "Eunice, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Eunice, who only listened to Murphy's words, turned and stepped back, respectfully addressed everyone in the room, and repeated what Murphy had said.

The archbishops looked at each other. If Trollope lost his life when they left, the problem would be blamed on Murphy. It was just Murphy's attitude...

In the end, only Murphy and Archbishop Trollope were left in the room.

Murphy took a deep breath, even though everyone retreated, the eyes did not disappear.

Although Murphy learned from the mouth of the God of Light that the Holy Land contained dark magic elements, the real Murphy shouldn't have known, no one told him, so at this time he should be very sensitive to Archbishop Trollope. The "dark forces" that these bystanders call strange.

Rather than accepting this reality easily.

Especially at this moment, when someone was deliberately staring at him, Murphy couldn't make a mistake.

He was a little nervous, pretending that he didn't find any problems, just like he used to practice in the Holy Land, he transformed all the dark power in Archbishop Trollope's wound, and then tried to simply repair his wound.

He has a feeling that these dark powers are transformed too easily, as if they have entered his body before and are familiar with his power.

Murphy knew that these powers must have come from the Holy Land.

After a long time, Archbishop Trollope in the water regained consciousness.

His wound was still there, but not as fatal as before.

Murphy sat on his knees, watched his movements, and finally spoke after a long time.

"Archbishop Trollope, Murphy has a question that he would like to get an answer from you."

"Have you ever entered the Holy Land?"