Always wear fast until after the death of the original master

The training room, among the more than 1000 houses in the entire Holy See, is the most marginal one. It is full of torture tools full of light magic and used to deal with necromancers.

Fred once captured an unknown number of necromancers, locked them here, and watched them being interrogated. At that time, their wailing had reached Fred's ears, and he had listened and watched indifferently.But now those miserable screams were all mixed in his mind, topped with Mi Luo's voice.

The screams of despair, the screams of death, these voices sounded like rice falling in front of him, and he, just like how he treated those heretical necromancers, stood calmly and turned a deaf ear.

He passed the gatekeepers without even giving him the nod he should have given when they saluted.

After slamming the door open, he breathed a sigh of relief. The sun poured brightly into the room from the open window on the high wall, and even the various instruments of torture inside emitted a gentle light. The smell of blood filled the air, indicating that it was not as gentle and harmless as it seemed.

Thankfully, none of the images he had in his mind came up,

Bishop Jia Defei was sitting on the ground, and there was a stretcher next to him. It was obvious that he had just come from the hospital bed with a sick body. On Luo Luo's shoulders, Mi Luo lay on his lap, seemingly asleep, the tears from those eyes were still hanging on his painful cheeks and never wiped away, Fred's guilt was even worse.

But he didn't know how to speak, and he didn't know how to face Bishop Jiadefei. The death of his relatives was all due to Bishop Jiadefei's order, but for so many years, he regarded himself as his own.

Before he could speak, Bishop Jiadefei looked at him, and at first he said in that elder-like tone of complaint: "You should have told me about this when we first met."

Fred took a deep breath: "I'm concerned about your body, I want to find a suitable time, just now..." He hurried out to look for the memory crystal, but it was not a good time.

Bishop Jia Defei looked at him with those bright eyes that didn't look like an old man at all. After staring at him for a long time, he was sure that he didn't hide it deliberately because of the old master, and said, "Have you read the records?"

"I see." Fred continued, "But I don't agree that you are right. No one can arbitrarily decide whether a person lives or dies, and neither can God."

When he said this, Bishop Gardfield looked at him as if he was looking at a child who was speaking a child's language, guiding: "Then what about those necromancers you killed? You didn't kill them for them Did it decide their life or death?"

He looked straight at Fred, and asked with a smile, "Why didn't you say anything at that time?"

Fred's mind is so good that he passed the problem quickly, but after a while, his expression changed from momentary confusion to firmness: "They did something wrong, they wantonly experimented on human bodies, they don't respect life , so it needs to be punished. But what about my family? Do you respect their lives? Bishop Gardfield."

The way Bishop Jia Defei looked at him did not change at all, as if he was still looking at his own stubborn child: "Silly boy, there are some things that must take precedence over life, and that is the Holy See."

Fred smiled coldly. If it weren't for the fact that Bishop Jiadefei was resting on Miluo's knee, the staff in his hand must be pointing straight at him.

But let him die like this, I'm afraid he still feels that his death is an honor, his death is a sacrifice, even if he died, he didn't do anything that violated the doctrine.

In this way, Fred didn't know what method to use to make Bishop Gardelfield repent.

He didn't speak, but Bishop Jiadefei waved his hand at him and said, "Okay, Holy Son, I have something more important to do today, and we'll talk about it later."

Son?Fred suddenly realized that he had become the Son of God. During this period of time, no one had called him by his name, and the name Bishop Gardelfield called him was also the Son of God.

Until his death, his name will always be the Holy Son, and his identity can only be the most respected Holy Son of the Holy See. Without family members and lovers, people will gradually forget his name, but what he has done will be remembered. Contribute countless treasures, and then crown the name of the goddess of light.

What about Mi Luo?Does anyone know what he used to be called besides himself?Even he himself couldn't remember what kind of character Mi Luo had before he became the Holy Son.

After trying to recall, only one or two things came to mind, but how could they piece together the Mi Luo at that time?

He was deep in thought, Bishop Jiadefei looked at Mi Luo who was sleeping and said softly, as if he couldn't bear to wake him up: "Why didn't you die there?"

"Child." He looked at Mi Luo tenderly, raising and lowering his hand. He used to comfort him by touching his long golden hair, but now, he refuses to even touch it: "You have caused the Holy See to It's a lot of trouble, you know?"

After he finished speaking, he quietly looked at Mi Luo's painful face, thinking that if he woke up, he would definitely apologize to himself and repent of his mistakes.

"It's okay, the pain will be gone soon." He comforted softly, and patted Mi Luo's back, as if coaxing him to sleep.

[But to be reasonable, according to the character design, if Mi Luo knew that Bishop Jiadefei was so disappointed in him, what would happen? 】

[Guild to commit suicide on the spot, if he could control his body at that time. 】Chu Heng said indifferently【If you have time to think about such meaningless questions, why not think about why Senna brought Ermi here. 】

【What do you mean, isn't it to stimulate Fred? 】

[Who is Fred?He has nothing to do to stimulate him. If you want me to say that his main goal is the Holy See, but if Ermi is caught here, wouldn't it be a waste of chess? 】

[If it were me, I would definitely train Ermi to be like Miluo, at least on the outside, and then let him lurk into the Holy See, and then turn the Holy See upside down, that would be the best. 】

Before the system had time to praise Chu Heng for not being a villain, Chu Heng suddenly asked [However, who is Senna?It stands to reason that the spiritual power in this world, except for the strongest one, should be about the same. At most, it is the same as Shelly back then. Why does Senna’s spiritual power look better than Fred’s in my opinion? Want to be stronger? 】

The system thought about it, and said seriously [I'll check it out. 】

[You just went to check?I thought you would tell me the answer directly] Chu Heng said dissatisfiedly [Let me tell you, don't slack off just because I'm too busy these days and don't have time to talk to you! 】

While they were still talking, Fred was shocked. From the moment Bishop Gardfield straightened up, he saw Mi Luo's hand that was accidentally exposed under the gray robe, which was pale as if it had already As if it had been steamed, there was a small magic circle just under that wrist.

The array is complicated and is operating rapidly, so that people can't see what kind of effect the line drawing has.

The blood all over his body is flowing continuously into the small magic circle through the cut wound on the palm of his hand.

"Mi Luo!" Fred wanted to rush forward, but before he could take a step forward, a beam of light hit his feet like lightning, drawing a long groove.

Looking up, Bishop Senafi was slowly retracting the wand in his hand into his sleeve: "You have been obedient since you were a child, did Mi Luo, who has taken refuge in the undead, instigate you?"

"He is the person who respects you the most, why do you treat him like this?" Fred was unable to step through the groove for a while, and countless light magic hit the barrier raised from the groove .

But there was only a deafening collision sound, and no damage was caused.

"Respect me?" Bishop Jiadefei's voice was hoarse: "If he respects me and the Holy See, he should die immediately when he dedicates all the power of light to you. He respects me? The Necromancer turned him into a puppet?"

"Even if the holy son I teach dies, he must not leave even a trace of the necromancer on his body."

"So you put his blood? Then what's next? Are you going to cut off his hair and goug out his eyes?" Fred saw that the spell he had become a monk was not the match of Bishop Gardfield at all. The sword he was holding was taken over and slashed.

For a moment, the light curtain split open to a degree visible to the naked eye.

Such a loud voice made Mi Luo wake up from the sleeping spell, and the pain in his hand made him cry out: "It hurts." He looked at Fred who was trying to save him and shouted with all his strength: " Fred! Help me!"

"It's really troublesome. One or two are disobedient." Bishop Gardfield sat up straight with one hand propped on the ground. His body could be said to be terminally ill. Even when he sat up, he felt trembling like a building block that was about to collapse.

But in contrast to this is the magic cast by his deadwood wand, powerful, sharp and perfect, blocking Fred's path.

He couldn't get through for a while, and he was really worried about Mi Luo: "Mi Luo, get away from him quickly."

His voice didn't seem to reach Mi Luo's side, Mi Luo lowered his head, as if he was not the one who begged so hard just now, as if he was listening to something seriously.

Then, Fred saw him raise his head slowly, and the blood flowing from the wound on his palm turned into a black dagger, and before he could react, it stabbed into Bishop Gardfield's body in an instant.

Time seemed to slow down in an instant, and the light curtain disappeared like a shatter. Bishop Jia Defei slowly fell to the ground, his bright eyes were open, revealing an unbelievable final light.

Bishop Jia Defei died, and died in his most trusted godson. All the works that he had devoted all his efforts in this life, the holy son Mi fell into his hands.