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

The newly selected believers followed the nuns happily, but were stopped when they were about to enter the blessing hall. The nun who walked out of the hall whispered a few words in the ear of the nun who guided him, and he was taken aside.

"Sister Werner, what happened?" He asked a little nervously, fearing that he would be refused to enter the prayer hall. If he went back like this, he would be ridiculed and alienated by the neighbors.

"Don't worry, the reason why we didn't go in is because His Royal Highness is coming out." Sister Werner smiled and comforted him, even though she herself didn't know what it was for.

The believer had a dull face and didn't know what to say. He was completely shocked by the news.

The believers in the Blessing Square also gradually discovered the problem here, and whispers began to sound. They were wondering why the lucky believer was still outside the hall, and whether there was something wrong inside.

But this kind of doubt and worry was completely broken in the next moment.

A group of people filed out from the entrance of the hall. Everyone was dressed in white and gold robes of a similar style. The two walking in the front were extraordinary and extravagant.

One of them was the Acting Pope Archbishop Shelley they were familiar with, and the other could tell from his blond hair shining in the morning light that he was the Holy Son of Murphy that the believers were thinking of.

The believers who came out of the blessing hall not long ago were trying to describe the appearance of the Son of Murphy to others. Just listening to the words they suffocated from the ink in their stomachs was enough to make people imagine the appearance of a god. Real people find that they cannot be described in words at all.

There was silence in the blessing square for a while, and he suddenly shouted "His Royal Highness the Son". The sudden explosion and the gazes on him made Murphy feel the people in this world's belief in the word "light". The power of God gathers from all directions, which is the endless stream of vows belonging to the believers.

All church personnel standing here will benefit.

Murphy couldn't see it, but Archbishop Shelley noticed the nervous believers standing aside.

"May the God of Light bless you." He held his hand, and softly promised that he could find him to make up for the matter after the blessing meeting when the believer was uncontrollably excited.

Sister Eunice explained to the believers waiting in the blessing square why the blessing meeting was suddenly interrupted. She did not say whether the blessing meeting would continue after dealing with the believers of the Dark God.

And when they learned that there were believers of the Dark God, the crowd became restless.

They are afraid that this represents the return of the Dark God, and there is another hatred for the Dark God so that they are also full of malice towards the so-called Dark God's believers.

Murphy didn't care what other people thought. The only thing he wanted to be sure was whether what the protagonist said was true or not. He had to meet the believer of the so-called Dark God.

"You bring him here," Murphy said.

He didn't mention his name, but Galen knew what he wanted. Dang even apologized to Murphy and his party and ran to the edge of the square. The two paladins followed closely behind him.

Thinking of Murphy's suddenly indifferent face just now, Galen secretly laughed in his heart.

It seems that his plan has worked. Sure enough, no one can resist the merits of erasing the darkness.

No matter whether Holy Son Murphy hates darkness because of meritorious deeds or simply believes in the light, he can ease the relationship between him and Murphy, and it will be much easier to continue communicating later.

Not long after, under the watchful eyes of the believers, Galen and the two knights returned with a cage, and several handsome young men followed behind them.

This was originally pulled by horses, but beasts were not allowed to enter the Blessing Square, and the carriages were naturally unusable, so they had to be moved in.

Feeling the weight in their hands, the two knights glanced at each other admiringly at Galen who was carrying the cage with them. This young man is quite powerful, and he can be regarded as young and promising. His partner It also seems to be strong.

The cage was covered with a thick layer of cloth. They wanted to lift it up to take a look, but Galen refused, saying that they could only open it in front of Son Murphy.

They should have inspected and ruled out the danger before sending them to His Royal Highness the Holy Son and the Bishop, but they gave up so easily after seeing Galen's firm expression. They can't resist.

The cast iron cage was placed on the square, and Murphy heard the heavy sound of metal falling to the ground, and at the same time there was a shrill scream, which stopped halfway through, but Murphy's heart skipped a beat.

Murphy shouted, "What's going on!"

It seemed to be a child's voice, but it was so hoarse that it made Murphy flustered and unable to settle down.

Galen and the two knights were also taken aback, but they didn't do anything. The nearby people were also taken aback, and took two steps back unconsciously.

Archbishop Shelley: "Take off the white cloth!"

"Yes!" The two knights saluted, and stretched out their hands to tear off the heavy cloth covering the iron cage.

The iron cage was empty, except for a figure lying in the corner. The man was small and thin, with messy black hair that was tangled up in one place. His body was wrapped in some torn fabric, and he was exposed outside. His chest, arms and legs were all skinny, and his ribs could clearly be seen rising and falling with his breathing.

And the reason why he screamed was because the bottom of the cage was only lined with iron bars, maybe because the cage was lifted up and he was a little panicked and kept holding on to the iron bars at the bottom. As soon as the cage was lowered, his hands were also pressed to the ground. The force directly crushed the fragile metacarpal bone, leaving a bloody mess.

He opened his mouth in vain and panted, the pain was so painful that he couldn't even make a sound.

The knights and believers who had hesitated and felt pity when they heard the screams turned cold at this time. This is a child, but his dirty black hair and the black blood that flowed out made them sneer. Only indifference remained.

Murphy couldn't see, his heart beat more and more nervous because of the previous cry, he pulled Eunice beside him: "Eunice, tell me what happened."

Eunice said softly: "This is indeed a believer of the Dark God. His hair is black, and his blood is not red, but black. Although he didn't see his eyes, he can't be wrong. Just now his hand was pressed by the cage." Living."

Murphy clenched his hands tightly: "Is it a child?"

"Ah."

Black blood... Murphy knew that Eunice would not lie to him, so this should be true. The child had black blood and was a believer of their so-called Dark God. If it was just black hair and black eyes, Murphy would still I can find some reasons for myself, but now...

A weak cry interrupted Murphy's thoughts.

Perhaps the most painful moment passed, and the child's brain was no longer blank. Under the hostile eyes of countless people, he cried and called his mother in a low voice.

It seems that in different worlds, the names of the two people who gave him life are similar. Murphy's heart skipped a beat when he heard the familiar voice: "Get his hand out."

Eunice was a little puzzled: "His Royal Highness? He is a follower of the Dark God, he..."

"It's okay, listen to me." Murphy swallowed and said.

He couldn't control his emotions a little bit, and the biggest difference between the two worlds was placed in front of him.

For people in the Baroque Continent, as long as they are believers of the Dark God, no matter how miserable and weak they look, they should be damned, but Murphy has developed a sympathetic heart.

***

On the side of the blessing hall, in the gap of the long corridor, a man with long blond hair stood there, staring straight at the small figure in the cage, and clenched his hands unconsciously.

"Raphael, why did you leave the Holy Land?" Archbishop Trollope hurried over after receiving the news of the appearance of the followers of the Dark God, but saw Raphael who was supposed to be practicing in the Holy Land.

He backed away from the left and right, and stepped forward to ask alone.

"I have been unable to meditate while practicing in the Holy Land. I knew something would happen outside, so I came out, Grandpa Trollope." Raphael turned around and looked directly at him.

There was a bit of reluctance in his eyes, Trollope's eyes fell on the direction he was looking at before, and he sighed with regret when he saw the black figure trapped in the iron cage.

"Raphael, that is Murphy's meritorious service, you shouldn't compete with him." Trollope stepped forward and patted Raphael's shoulder, "I know your heart and your ambition, but at the beginning You are doomed not to walk in front of people, Murphy is your protective color, and you can only be born after he dies. Before that, put away your jealousy, it will make your heart regress."

Raphael was silent for a while, and finally nodded: "Yes, Grandpa Trollope, I will go back after the blessing meeting is over."

Trollope nodded in satisfaction. There will always be times when children are ignorant, and at this time they need the guidance of their elders.

It's just that he didn't see behind him, Raphael's sudden smile was evil and full of malice.