Mage's Secret

The answer given by the other party was the one that Murphy least expected, but even so, Murphy's first reaction was "Maybe it's just a coincidence" and "He is indeed the illegitimate child of the mage. Maybe the child's mother is just I gave my child such a name to commemorate."

But this really doesn't make sense, because as far as the mage's connections are concerned, he has no reason not to know the existence of this child. Even if he doesn't know that this is his own child, he will always know that there is such a child with the same appearance and name as him .Judging from Murphy's understanding of Trafael, if he knew this child, he would never sit idly by the suffering he suffered - when Murphy gave the child medicine before, he found out The other person's body was covered with large and small bruises, and it was obvious that the child had been abused all the time.

At this time, another guess, which was absurd but extremely reasonable at this time, appeared in Murphy's mind. He looked at the boy who called himself Traphael who was looking at him cautiously, with an almost trembling expression. The voice asked, "What time is it, I mean, what year is it?"

Traphael showed some doubts, but he still replied obediently: "It is the year 1749 of the Bella Era, sir." From this sentence, Traphael really felt a sense of escape. Fortunately, even though Murphy didn't reply, this sudden sense of relaxation still made him unable to stop talking: "Was that your spell just now, sir? Are you a spell caster, so that's why you're so elusive? Don't you I know, since you left suddenly two years ago, I have never stopped missing and thanking you, sir. Please tell me your name this time..."

Although the other party said a lot of words, Murphy didn't listen to a word, because he was completely stunned by the time that Traphael said-the Bella Era is a common chronology in the mainland. One of the common sense he acquired in the mainland.And he still clearly remembered that the year when Traphael told him this date was 1767 in the Bella Era.

That is to say, no matter how unbelievable he felt, he had indeed returned to the past, and the child standing in front of him was indeed the childhood mage Traphael himself!

However, before Murphy was surprised for too long, or even had he said anything to the young mage, his eyes went dark again. This time, without Murphy groping around, he knew that he had returned to that narrow space again. empty room.

The sudden darkness made Murphy temporarily calm down. He recalled that he had been attacked by Lawrence before he met his childhood Traphael, so he was here at this time, and it should also be caused by Lawrence's spell .What he saw before should be what Trafael had experienced. Realizing this, Murphy's internal organs were twisted-if Traphael had ever had such an experience, then Can explain why he has lived a long-term abstinent life and why he is so repulsed by his own touch.

His reactions were not because of his disgust for himself, but because of the deep wounds he had suffered. Those shadows remained in his heart, causing his body to instinctively give those reactions.And Traphael, who has such a shadow, is able to accept his kiss, which is enough to show that he already has a place in the other party's heart.After thinking about this clearly, Murphy didn't feel a little relieved. On the contrary, he was almost overwhelmed by self-blame and anger—the former was because of his attitude towards Traphael, and the latter was because of what he had done. What happened to the mage I saw.

But soon, he didn't even feel guilty anymore, because he finally recalled what Traphael said just now—he said to Murphy, "Since you left suddenly two years ago."For Murphy, it was just a moment, but for Trafael, two years passed. Then when he suddenly disappeared this time, when will he reappear?Just now, when he left again, Trafael was still in danger!

Realizing this, Murphy could no longer calm down. Although he knew that Traphael grew up safely and became a warlock, but this was in Lawrence's illusion, Traphael's safety Who can say whether it can be guaranteed.Although he also appeared in time and rescued Trafalle when he was in distress a few times before, but that was probably just a coincidence.

Thinking that Traphael might be in danger again, or suffer some cruel torture, Murphy felt like he was going to explode.He flung himself at the wall in front of him, but there was nothing on the smooth wall.He touched all the walls, including the ceiling and the floor, but there was nothing, whether it was a gap or a doorknob like before.

He's stuck in it.

Murphy slapped the wall vigorously, and then drew out his long-gun to hit the wall fiercely, but all this was in vain, the wall remained motionless, and he couldn't even leave a small hole in it.

Just when Murphy was at a loss, the dark room finally changed again - a light spot appeared on the wall, and slowly the light spot extended, turning into a glowing rectangle, like a door.When the light spot just started to change, Murphy couldn't wait to push the wall hard, but there was no movement on the wall. It was not until the door was completed that Murphy finally pushed it open.

Before he had time to look at the scene outside the door, Murphy rushed out.

After rushing out of the room, Murphy looked around. He was no longer by the ancient city wall. He was in a gloomy and dense forest.He turned his head to look back, and the cramped room that had trapped him had completely disappeared.

He didn't care about that weird room at all, and what disturbed him was that he didn't see any trace of Traphael at all like the previous two times.

"Traphael?" He called out in a low voice, his voice echoed in the eerily quiet forest, drifting far away, but he received no response at all.The uneasiness in his heart was getting heavier and heavier, and Murphy carefully checked the surroundings, and finally found traces of dead branches being trampled on.

This should have been good news, but Murphy was not happy at all.This trace is still very fresh, and there are even bloodstains that have not yet solidified next to it, which shows that someone has just passed by here, and that person is probably Traphael.Traphael may be nearby, but he didn't respond to Murphy. What does this mean, Murphy hardly dared to think about it.

Murphy followed these traces and found some broken fabrics on the branches across the road and in the bushes blocking the middle of the road.Murphy recognized that these rags were the same fabric as the robe Traphael was wearing when he was whipped.

Murphy's footsteps became more hasty. He accelerated forward while calling Traphael's name, but he still didn't get any response. All he heard was his own voice and the broken branches and dead leaves under his feet. sound.

Finally, after he passed through two crooked dead trees, he saw the thin figure lying on the ground in the grass.At that moment, Murphy felt that his heart stopped beating.

His legs were weak, and he stumbled to Traphael's side, carefully hugging the young mage who fell on the ground into his arms.Traphael's face was pale and blue, his lips were bloodless, and his clothes had turned into strands of rags, which could barely cover his body.His bare skin was covered with large and small wounds.There was a wound on his arm that was so deep that the bones could almost be seen, the flesh there was turned out, and the area around the wound had even started to turn black, exuding a rotten smell.

But fortunately, Traphael's pulse was still there - although it was very weak, Murphy still found its movement.

"Traphael, Traphael..." Murphy kept calling the person in his arms in a low voice, his voice was trembling almost unrecognizable, a few drops of water fell on Traphael's face, Mo Fei Only then did Fei realize that he was actually crying.He carefully reached out to wipe away the few tears that fell on Traphael's face, and his hand trembled just like his voice.

Just as his hand touched Traphael's pale cheek, the latter's closed eyes trembled slightly, and then slowly opened.

Traphael's eyes were slack, and it took him a long time to focus before he could see the person in front of him clearly. "Is that you..." he asked in a low voice, his voice was so weak that only breath sounds remained.

"Yes, it's me," Murphy replied quickly, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to leave you there alone, and I couldn't control myself from disappearing suddenly." He explained in a panic, although he didn't know why he had to explain These, these injuries to Trafael have been irreparable, and all explanations are futile.

Hearing his words, Traphael moved his head, as if he wanted to shake his head, but this action was not successful.He gasped twice before continuing: "It's great to see you again, I thought I would never have another chance...because I think I'm going to die..."

"No, no, no, you won't die, I swear, I won't let you die." Murphy's voice trembled, and he held Traphael's thin body tightly in his arms with one hand , fumbled in his arms with the other hand in a panic.Then, to his dismay, he discovered that his ointment had been left in the same inn where he had first met baby Traphale.

Traphael couldn't see the flustered and desperate expression on Murphy's face, because his eyes became slack again, and he didn't know where the strength came from. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Murphy's wrist, even speaking in a tone of voice. They are all taller: "Can you tell me your name? I always feel that I have seen you somewhere, and this may not be my illusion."