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

Archbishop Trollope, who had just woken up, saw Murphy beside him before he escaped from the life-and-death crisis.

The power of darkness that occupied his body and even made him lose consciousness has completely disappeared in his body, and the cold air has dissipated completely.

After hearing what Murphy said, and seeing that there were only the two of them in the room, Trollope knew that their innocent son seemed to have discovered some secrets that they had hidden.

This made him ignore the pain, and sat up directly from the pool. The wound on his chest dragged the surrounding flesh and blood, making him stop his movements in pain.

The look on Trollope's face was a little more bitter.

Although his wounds were serious, if there were only flesh wounds like this, any great magician could heal him with some effort, let alone Murphy, who seemed to be born with a different talent in this area.

Without the hindrance of the dark force, it was not difficult for Murphy to recover from his injuries.

But he didn't.

Trollope knew that Murphy was wary of himself, but the kindness in his heart made him unwilling to just watch him die, so he only saved his life after eliminating those dark forces.

Murphy's expression was extremely serious. Trollope knew that this matter was not so easy to fool, and he just wanted to calm down Murphy first: "Murphy, you don't have to..."

It's just that before he finished speaking, Murphy stood up and took a few steps back, widening the distance between the two, as if completely dividing the relationship between them.

There was no trace of the gentleness and smile on his face, only alienation and guard: "Archbishop Trollope, I only need one answer."

Murphy's words were clear, and Archbishop Trollope was also silent.

Due to his special mood at the moment, he was unwilling to lie to Murphy, but he was not sure how much Murphy had guessed, and he didn't know how much he could tell Murphy.

He is hesitating.

Murphy smelled some facts from his silence. Archbishop Trollope knew about the things in the Holy Land, which also meant that he was also aware of the existence of the God of Light.

Murphy, who had stood firmly by the God of Light for a long time, couldn't help frowning, betraying the gods he believed in, and even destroying his own beliefs. It was because of their existence that Murphy's future was full of dangers.

But he can't blame the other side.

He, His Royal Highness the Holy Son of the Church of Light, even if he has practiced in the Holy Land for so long, he should not know all the strange things in the Holy Land, because he is blind, he cannot see, and no one has taught him the things that can be seen everywhere in the Holy Land. What is the black spot of light? He should not know that there is a God of Light in the Holy Land, nor should he know that the Holy Land of the Church of Light is full of light and the most disgusting darkness.

He shouldn't and can't.

Murphy was the first to break the silence: "You shouldn't have broken into the Holy Land without permission."

Trollope looked at the vague accusations on Murphy's face, and smiled helplessly: "I have my own reasons, Murphy, there are some things you shouldn't know."

His voice was as kind as usual, and there was a bit of weakness in his kindness, but his eyes fell directly on Murphy's face, trying to see some problems from Murphy's expression.

He had indeed just come out of the Holy Land, and almost died inside, and even his escape seemed a bit of a fluke.

But only he himself knew how his injury came about. Everyone believed his words, thinking that the messenger of the dark god had slipped in. No one thought that he had just escaped from the Holy Land.

Only Murphy was so sure that he had already confirmed the matter before he answered.

Reminiscent of what happened not long ago in the Holy Land, Trollope's pupils shrank slightly.

The dark god who died for thousands of years has been revived.

When Trollope first heard the news, he thought it was the kid joking, but Mr. Zapas asked him to check it out, which almost cost his life.

Not only did the Dark God just wake up, he even took all the power of darkness in the Holy Land for his own use, repairing his injuries before they knew it.

When the handsome man opened his eyes, Trollope realized how big the gap between gods and humans was. He easily broke Trollope's resistance and walked out of the heavily guarded holy place. be found by anyone.

It seemed that he survived only because the other party wanted to use him to convey a message to the outside world. Even so, if it wasn't for Murphy's presence at this time, he would have died.

The last time Trollope went to check, the other party was just a dead body, but now...

Trollope shook his head, trying to calm himself down.

For the past two months, Murphy has been cultivating in the Holy Land. He couldn't see it, but if the Dark God revived during this time, and Murphy didn't notice it at all, he wouldn't believe it.

Murphy had indeed saved him just now, but if their only holy son stood beside the Dark God and concealed everything for him, no one would be able to protect Murphy.

In the silence, Trollope was not the only one thinking so much, and Murphy's mood became more and more difficult to calm down.

Abandoning the people who once protected him, betraying and even hurting, Murphy couldn't figure out what these people in the Church of Light were doing. It was these people who caused the tragic death of "Holy Son of Murphy".

"Reason? I'm going to take over as Pope in six months. Is there anything you need to hide from me?" Murphy said coldly, his anger palpable, "I didn't know until just now that those black things What exactly is it. My teacher never told me, and no one told me for more than ten years."

"Archbishop Trollope, tell me, has the Church of Light gone the wrong way?"

Trollope, who was waiting for Murphy's answer: "????"

He clearly just wanted to find out whether Murphy knew that the God of Darkness had awakened, but he didn't understand why he heard these words from Murphy.

The anger in his tone was not feigned. Even if Trollope didn't know what Murphy was thinking, he immediately explained: "Murphy, did you misunderstand something?"

"I just saved your life, for the sake of your life, don't lie to me." Murphy interrupted him again, "Tell me, have you abandoned your beliefs and the light? god?"

Archbishop Trollope was injured in the Holy Land, and Murphy thought about the huge wound he touched on the arm of the God of Light when he entered the Holy Land before. This time they must have tried to hurt the God of Light again, but they were restored A lot of light gods were injured.

How humiliating is it for a god to be bullied by his own believers as a tool for cultivation, and to pretend to be dead to keep his own life?

Cecil never said it, but Murphy felt it because of anger at this moment.

This anger is not only for the God of Light, but also for himself.

How difficult is it for him to go against the entire Church of Light and save the God of Light from his own dead end?

Murphy suddenly felt that the Son of Light had been cornered by the Church of Light.

"If that's the case, I regret that I saved you." Murphy said, with disappointment that could not be concealed in his tone.

Trollope: "..."

Trollope knew that Murphy was telling him that the Holy Land was full of dark forces, and he had been hiding it from him. He even planned to believe Murphy when he told him that he didn't know, but with his many years of life experience , He also couldn't imagine why he betrayed the God of Light after concealing this matter.

At this time, he was very sure that Murphy must have misunderstood something.

Before Archbishop Trollope could explain, the door behind Murphy was pushed open.

Murphy turned around subconsciously when he heard the voice, and the strong light magic element gave him vision.

He saw a man covered in soft light.

The reason for saying this is that as long as he is close to him, the light spots controlled by Murphy will not be controlled by him, but he is so bright that even if Murphy lacks that piece of vision, he can still feel it.

This would only happen when Murphy tried to see the two forces on the head and chest of the God of Light.

He "saw" Eunice outside the door trying to come in, but was stopped.

The door closed again, and there was another person in the room.

"Lord Sapas." Seeing the person who came in, Trollope endured the pain and stood up, saying hello respectfully.

Murphy looked at this man blankly, who was the person who could make Archbishop Trollope so awed, and he had never seen this person's name in the book.

"Trolope, you need to rest."

The golden light gathered on Trollope's chest. In a very short period of time, the huge wound was repaired, and the flat flesh did not show any previous injury.

"Thank you Master Sapas."

Murphy heard Archbishop Trollope's voice, he stepped out of the water and exited the room.

So far, only this weird "Master Zapas" is left by his side.

"Don't be afraid of me, Murphy."

He walked up to Murphy, but Murphy, who wanted to avoid him, instinctively lost the idea of ​​avoiding it, and let him hold his hand.

His voice had a weird magic power, and just a few simple words made Murphy feel good, and his hands were warm and strong, so Murphy couldn't feel vigilant at all.

Murphy knew that something was wrong with him, but he couldn't control his body no matter what. On the contrary, he even felt that the person in front of him was someone he trusted and could get close to.

The rationality of the mind and the instinct of the body are fighting.

Sapas looked lovingly at the young boy struggling in front of him, he wanted to escape, but the strength he used was very little, and he instinctively succumbed to his strength.

"Don't be afraid of me."

He repeated it again, and Murphy couldn't resist at all.

Murphy looked at him with some doubts: "Master Zapas?"

Zapas: "Yes, I am."

"You probably don't know me, and I only saw you when you were a child. You——are my chosen Son of Light."

The former Pope Sarenfiz was already an old man in Murphy's memory, but according to Zapas, his status was even higher than that of the previous Pope, but his voice was so young...

Murphy had no clue at all.

Zapas looked at Murphy with satisfaction, and when he got closer, he could more clearly feel the wish power floating towards him on his body. It was subtle but pure, and it was the purest wish power he had ever felt. together.

Not long ago, he felt this wish, but he never knew where it came from. He didn't know until today that it came from the child he had chosen back then.

Sapas also regretted neglecting him for so many years.

The power of will is invisible, but it can be felt.

Except for the part he could get from Murphy, the larger wish power dozens of times larger scattered in the air and finally disappeared.

Zapas' eyes were dim, and one day, all these wishes would converge on him.

He had to get his Son of Light to change his mind and get closer to him as soon as possible.

Zapas came late, intending to use Trollope to test Murphy, but he has already proved his position with his attitude. Coupled with this willingness, he naturally let go of all vigilance.

Zapas got closer and said, "Murphy, Trollope is a devout believer in light, you misunderstood him."

At this time, Murphy's impression of Archbishop Trollope was extremely bad: "He sneaked into the Holy Land and concealed many things, even..."

Even knowing the existence of the God of Light, he still betrayed him.

But his silence and hesitation became the anger of a young man in the eyes of Zapas. Because he only saw one side, he patted the back of Murphy's hand: "I let Trollope go."

"Why?" Murphy asked.

"The dark god imprisoned in the Holy Land has awakened."

The author has something to say: Cecil: Ole, it seems a little bit bad, it’s cool

Murphy: I seem to know something great, but believe it or not?Still a problem.

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