Miko

If Timir went from the Triangle Territory back to Belusin's flight port to take the airship step by step, then ten days would not be enough.But thankfully, Musa is a devotee from the temple.Because of the power given by the gods, the worshipers can use some special forbidden spells, but the power consumed will almost make the worshipers completely weak like ordinary people within a few days.

All in all, when Timir opened his eyes again, he did return to Crocodile Island.The flight port that left with the Darkmoon Faire more than ten years ago is still there, with people coming and going, and no one particularly noticed that the person who came out of the flight port was the king of the island country who was recently famous in Spres.

Crocodile Island is a small island, and neither the economy nor the folk customs can produce any huge changes in ten years.When Timir walked on the familiar road, there was a feeling of returning to the age of six.

"Is this the place where you were born?" Musha looked around curiously. He has hardly left the central island, but in fact, no matter where it is, it is full of attraction for him.However, this place is a bit more special, because it is the place where Timur was born.

Timir nodded, but his expression became heavy.He has not thought of his dead mother for many years, but now, the feeling of missing him is flooding in like a tide, making him unable to restrain his sadness.

A slightly cool palm avoided the sight of pedestrians, and quietly held Timir's hand.The familiar touch immediately dispelled Timmir's frustration, and he looked sideways at Lucius and smiled.Such reassurance, though clumsy, was quite effective.

Musha, who was following Timir, did not miss every move of the two in front of him. Musha showed a sad expression where they could not see.However, such a mood can only be tasted alone.

When did you have extravagant hopes in your heart?An unsuspecting hug when you first meet?Or the gentle protection when he was running away from Harpagon... or the firm, never-backing eyes during the two-year War of Warcraft?Musha felt very bitter. He was the most powerful devotee of the Shouwang Temple, but he was completely defeated in the emotional battlefield.It was too late to start, and he was sentenced to death.

"Musa..."

"What?" Musha, who almost bumped into Timir, stopped abruptly, but his face flushed red.At the same time, he noticed that Lucius had calmly pulled Timir into his arms.

Pedestrians on the road looked at the two men embracing on the side of the road with strange eyes, but Lucius and Timmel looked calm.This kind of awareness made Musha's eyes dim again... If he could have known Timir earlier...

"Musha, can you use the water polo technique to find out where Uncle Ivan is?" Timir tilted his head slightly, his brows were wrinkled, showing a distressed expression. "I don't want to go directly to where Uncle Ivan lives..."

Only Lucius understood that Timmel was unwilling to meet Mrs. Ivan and Luo Ji from the bottom of his heart.It wasn't that the previous beating had left a shadow, Timmir simply didn't want to have any more conflicts with Madam Ivan and Roger.This is not a wise decision, and avoiding it will only appear weak.But it seemed better than embarrassing Uncle Ivan.

Musa lowered his eyes and nodded.He was extremely fortunate that at the moment Timir turned his head, he had completely hidden the greed that shouldn't have appeared on him.

Lucius looked at Musha's calm face, his eyes flickered, and then he hooked Timur's neck and suggested in a low voice, "Let's find a place to watch slowly."

Timir agreed, and naturally turned to smile at Lucius.

Such a bright expression made Musha feel pain again... But after ten days, no matter how reluctant they were, they could only separate.Such an inevitable result made Musha a little happy, but soon he began to despise his despicableness again.

Timmel and Lucius were obviously not particularly worried about the parting after a few days. Although they didn't make an overly intimate gesture, the atmosphere around them was not suitable for anyone to intervene at all.Even a glance, every move, reveals a tacit understanding.

Musha's water polo summoning was slower than ever before, not only because he didn't have much physical strength left due to using the forbidden spell, but also because the summoner couldn't concentrate, he couldn't restrain himself from glancing at Timur and Lucius.

The scene in the water polo is a forest in the suburbs. A burly man in a long cape is standing by a small river and looking at something.His hair was gray and gray, and he looked a little old, but the fingers holding the long sword were still strong.

"Uncle Ivan..." Timir immediately recognized the man who had given him countless warmth in his childhood memories.

After confirming the location, Timir was a little scared, and his pace became slower and slower.

When Ivan's figure finally appeared in Timir's eyes, he suddenly shouted: "Uncle Ivan!"

Ivan's body shook, and he turned his head slowly.The bridge of his nose is very straight, which symbolizes a tough character, and there are already several deep wrinkles on his straight face.He scanned the three men not far away with his sharp eyes, and finally stopped on Timir's face, showing a puzzled expression.

"I...I am..." Timmir felt a lot of emotions rushing to his heart for a moment, and he couldn't even articulate a simple sentence.Uncle Ivan, I'm back... I've grown up... And, I'll see my father soon...

"Who are you?" Ivan's expression quickly turned cold, and the long sword in his hand was lifted slightly, as if he would strike if the situation was a little wrong.

"I'm Timir, Uncle Ivan, I'm back!" Timir looked at Ivan's wrinkled face, his eyes were a little moist.More than ten years passed quietly in such a sentence.He thought of Uncle Ivan who stroked his hair instead of his father, Uncle Ivan who argued with Mrs. Ivan because of him, and Uncle Ivan who did not hesitate to punish his own child because Luo Ji bullied him...

"Timer?" There was a hint of joy in Ivan's eyes at first, but it was quickly replaced by vigilance, and his face was full of vigilance. "Why do you know this name?"

Timir's expression was a bit astonished. He wanted to argue, but found that ten years of time had passed between each other, and suddenly they were so clumsy that they couldn't explain it.There are too many things to say, want to say but don't know where to start.

"Iwan God Envoy, I'm Musha from the Overwatch Temple. You left Crocodile Island to go to the Overwatch Temple privately about ten years ago. Lord Arian refused you to step into the Overwatch Temple because of this." Musha stepped forward. Taking a step forward, he showed the golden staff in his hand, and released the little divine power left in his body at once, forming a halo. "I've seen you before!"

Ivan's expression was stunned at first, and then soon became pleasantly surprised. The eyes he looked at Timir immediately became excited: "Are you really Timir?...Yes, your eyes are exactly the same as Angelia..." His resolute face instantly became fragile, his eye sockets were slightly red, and he stood in front of Timir with a few strides, and embraced the boy in front of him forcefully.

"Uncle Ivan..." Timir blinked desperately, but still couldn't hold back the tears, he also hugged Ivan hard, and his voice softened unconsciously: "I'm sorry, I should have talked to you earlier connect."

"It's fine, it's fine!" Ivan pushed Timur away a little, looked him over carefully from head to toe, and hugged him again, stroking his hair like holding a child. "Have you suffered a lot? My child... I have wronged you..."

Dimil suddenly felt that all the hard work disappeared, and swallowed back all the words he wanted to be coquettish.He was already a man, and Uncle Ivan was also old. He hoped that Uncle Ivan would not worry about himself.

"Son, come back to me. This time, I will definitely protect you well..." Ivan stroked Timir's soft short hair kindly, and kept feeling in his heart—Timer's appearance was clearly the same as when he was a child. It's just as cute, why didn't he dare to confirm it when he saw it for the first time?Angelia, your son is not only safe, but has become a handsome man... Although my brother is ashamed of your entrustment, but thanks to God's protection, Timir has returned unscathed!

"Uncle Ivan, I'm going back to the Overwatch Temple in a few days." Timmir rubbed his eyes, showing a happy smile, his white teeth and light cherry lips showed the freshness and beauty unique to teenagers.

But Ivan's complexion suddenly became extremely ugly, and he squeezed Timir's shoulders tightly: "Timer, don't go, stay with Uncle Ivan, he will take good care of you...you are my dear Nephew!"

What?Timir's eyes widened in surprise, his lips parted but no sound came out.All along, he thought that Uncle Ivan adopted him who lost his mother... In fact, no one ever told him that Uncle Ivan was actually his uncle.What's more, if there is such a blood relationship, why does Mrs. Ivan hate him so much?

"Could you please explain in detail what's going on?" Lucius put an arm around Timur, pulling the distance between him and Ivan, and looked at Ivan with dissatisfaction in his eyes. Joy.No matter who it is, as long as Timur is sad, it will not be forgiven!

Musha also showed a puzzled expression, looking at Ivan with extreme distrust in his eyes.

"Timer...Timer..." Ivan took a step back, shook his head lightly, suddenly put his palms on his eyes, and murmured in a low voice: "My sister Angelia is your dead mother ..." His voice suddenly became choked up, his gray hair looked even darker, and his straight back became hunched: "My beloved Angelia, my only sister! She kept her promise, for that past Not only did you die willingly, but he also asked me to hide your life experience according to his request!"

"What do you mean?" Timur tightened the fingers that were lightly holding Lucius' arm. "Didn't my mother die because of dystocia? My father...wasn't he unable to come back here because he was serving in the Overwatch Temple? Uncle Ivan, what's going on here?"

There was a look of resentment on Ivan's face, and his facial features, which were always full of justice as a warrior, became terrifying because of this: "When your father came here quietly, even I didn't know about it...until he and Angelie Ya has you... But he didn't want to be responsible. After confirming that Angelia was pregnant, he immediately left Crocodile Bird and never visited you again! I don't understand why Angelia never forgot to abide by the rules and regulations. The inexplicable agreement between him... Even if you go to the Watchman Temple, he will not recognize you, he is not worthy to be your father!"

Timir felt that his mind was buzzing, as if an answer was about to come out, but it was covered with a layer of veil, so he couldn't see clearly or touch it. "who is he?"

"He is the current inheritor: Arien!" Ivan straightened his slightly bent back, and his red eyes instantly turned cold.

"It's impossible!" Timur and Musa shouted almost at the same time.

"Your mother should have enjoyed the reputation of a saint, and you are also a son of God, but Arien doesn't want this to happen. He is just a man with a heartless heart! No matter what he wants you to return to the Overwatch Temple for now, he must There is a conspiracy...I will never allow it!" Ivan quickly drew out the long sword in his hand and pointed it at Musha. "Go back to your temple and tell Arian, don't think about hurting my loved ones again!"

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~It's been two days... no, it's the third day, and I finally wrote it~