[Western Fantasy] The Master is above

The meeting hall has always been the most solemn place in the Temple of Light. Almost all the discussions on important regulations and matters in the Temple of Light are completed in the meeting hall.

Apart from the pope, the only ones who can freely come and go here are the elders in the hall of elders.Even if the bishop wants to enter the meeting hall, he needs the Pope's special approval.

Abulot sat at the top of the long table, looking blankly at the elders on both sides who were talking to each other in low voices with shock.It was rare that they didn't make a sound to stop them and asked them to keep quiet.

After a long time, it seemed that he finally recovered from what Ablot told him.The whispered discussion subsided, and the elders resumed their usual solemn and solemn demeanor, their eyes fixed on the man at the top of the long table.

Abulot then asked softly: "You guys have been discussing for a long time, did you get any results?"

"Your Majesty." Still wearing a platinum-colored long gown, the beard and hair are all white, but the old man looks very tough and stood up from behind the long table.

"We have sensed the situation you mentioned before. But...the passage from here to the two sides cannot be opened without the ability of that person. And if that person wants to wake up completely, he must have the six paths he left here Divine breath is the only way to do it. In the current situation, it is possible that the six divine breaths have already..."

"That's the only possibility."

"But..." The old man's expression became very complicated, "We have been searching for thousands of years but we haven't found where the last divine breath is. How could all six paths be gathered all of a sudden?"

"Is it still useful to say this now?" Abulot's voice suddenly became cold, "The five ways we collected 20 years ago have been lost."

Abulot's attitude made the elders a little jealous, but even so, the old man still felt that he still couldn't believe that the passage between the two continents was really opened.

"Your Majesty, the five divine breaths back then belonged to His Royal Highness the Son..."

"Enough." Abloht interrupted the old man, and suddenly stood up from the seat, "What happened back then is irreparable. Alec, I announced his death 18 years ago. Now we have to The purpose is to maintain the sanctity of the entire Vatican. No matter who is in the way, as long as it threatens the majesty of the Lord God, it will be completely wiped out!"

The old man stared blankly at Abulot, and soon came back to his senses, sighing silently.

The rest of the elders also stood up and bowed to Abulot,

"Follow the Holy Order."

Hill held Igor's waist and floated towards the sea along the airflow that just exploded.The people from the Temple of Light came earlier than he expected, but he did not feel ashamed of his reputation in Bran Lance for thousands of years.

It's just that it's not suitable to confront them head-on now. Although Hill wanted to ask the Temple of Light to pay back many things, he and Eagle had many other things to do before returning to the mainland.If you are on the front line now, it is inevitable that you will be tied up in doing things in the future.

Besides, the agreement between him and Jayce is not just to let the Temple of Light lose face once and then it's over.Many things have to be done slowly.

Due to many considerations, Hill did not fully release his magic power.After making sure that Igor and the two little ones are safe, he stopped.

But obviously, Seaman waited for so long with the Holy Legion, and that wave of attacks couldn't be over with just one impact.The remaining holy elements after the attack kept churning. Even though Hill took Igor out of the strongest attack range in advance, the aftermath around them made them feel uncomfortable.

It was as if there were irregular strong winds all around, and even one could lift people into the sky.But now there is such an air current all around, it is almost impossible to fall down or stand upright.

Pudding has a light body, and when Hill and Eagle stepped into the teleportation circle, it jumped into Eagle's arms desperately.Now this kind of situation can't get out of Eagle's chest directly.Although it is not as big as it was back then, Eagle protects it with his arms, and it is quite stable.

In comparison, toffee doesn't get this treatment.With his weight, even Igor hadn't hugged him for a long time, and only held Hill's robe with one hand before stepping into the teleportation formation.

The situation happened suddenly just now, although Hill subconsciously wanted to hold his hand.But helplessly, weight is really a big killer. Before Hill could stretch out his hand, with a "stab", half of his robe was closed to the little kid, and there was no trace.

With Hill protecting him, Iger landed on an unknown beach with Pudding in his arms.

Igor lifted the pudding out of his arms to look around, and after confirming that it was all right, he bent down to get the other one.But after looking down for a long time, he didn't see the child.

"Milk... Toffee?!" Eagle shouted tremblingly.

There was no response on the empty beach.

"Hill—!" Eagle screamed and grabbed Hill's half-torn robe, "My son is gone!!!"

Hill looked up at the high altitude where they were attacked before, lowered his head and calmly comforted, "It's okay, at this height, you can't kill the dragon."

"..." Igor threw off Hill's robe, and pulled out the epee from the ring, "Bastard, I'm not finished with you in the Temple of Light!"

Bray watched dumbfounded as the child at the bottom of the pit slowly groped its way up.While spitting sand, he usually stretched out his fat arms and patted the wall of the pit.

He suddenly looked up at the sky, and then at the depth of the pit at his feet.Bray couldn't believe he was still awake now.

The child raised by someone's family is so strong that he smashed the ground like this, and nothing happened.What on earth did you eat, kid? !

Bray stood there in a daze, while the child was fiddling at the bottom of the pit for a long time.But the hands and feet are too short to climb out of the pit no matter what.Finally, he sat down again, took a deep breath,

"Wow——! Dad!!"

"Ah, hey...you, don't cry!" Bray finally came to his senses.Although the child's origin is really weird, but seeing the little baby sitting in the pit wiping tears and calling him daddy, he immediately panicked.

Hearing Bray's voice, the child finally stopped crying temporarily and looked up.

Bray saw those blue eyes as clear as the sea behind him, clearly reflecting his own reflection.He froze for a moment, the child's face was still covered with water marks and sand, but that pure expression made him dazed for a while.

The child stared at Bray for a long time, but didn't see him make any other movements.His expression became aggrieved again, and he stretched his hands upwards, requesting in a soft childish voice,

"hug--"

"Ah, yes!" Bray suddenly came back to his senses, and hurriedly bent down and stretched out his hand.

I will ask about other things later, the most important thing now is to take the baby out first.

Take the baby out first.

hold out.

Come……

Bray blushed - what the hell is going on if he can't hold it! ! !

Bray looked horrified, but the expression on the child's face was still innocent and aggrieved.Looking at the pair of big hands under his armpit, the big blue eyes began to accumulate water again - why didn't this uncle carry him out?

"You..." Bree just said a word, but when he saw the child's expression, he immediately swallowed it back.I can't even hold a child, so how can I find excuses to blame the child?

The red vindictiveness enveloped Bree's body from the inside out, looking at the child at the bottom of the pit, Bree concentrated on it, and slowly took a deep breath...

When he finally got the baby out of the pit, Bray was too tired to lie on the sand.

It seems that the only thing I can remember is when my father and grandfather watched him practice swordsmanship with weight when he was a child, he had such a feeling.The moment it was completed, it seemed that the main god was in a trance.

The child didn't cry after being taken out by Bray, but just hugged the ball of black rags in his arms, running around on the beach with short legs,

"Dad—dad—!"

The child yelled for a long time, but there was Bray lying not far away on the beach, and there were no other figures.

"Father..." It seemed that he finally realized that his father was not by his side. The child stopped running and stood blankly by the seaside, looking at the boundless sea level.

"How old are you? Where did you come from?" Bray lay down for a long time, and finally got up again, walked to the child and squatted down to look at him.

The child looked too small, less than his own knee height.Bray is the only child in the family, and naturally he has never been in contact with such a young child.Although the child was full of doubts, he was relieved that he didn't cry.

No matter how strange this child is, and he doesn't know what race he is, but he is just a child.Children and ladies must be protected and helped - this is Bray's 20 years of deep-rooted noble etiquette education.

"I'm two years old." The child's voice had a strong nasal voice, which sounded really pitiful, "I came from... a big house. A very, very big house."

The child held out his hand for a moment, but no matter what Bray asked, he couldn't quite explain it clearly.

Is it too small?Bray stroked the child's soft, shaggy black hair and sighed.

black hair?

Bray was startled, subconsciously thinking of the only other person he knew with black hair.

Reaching out to wipe off the sand on the child's face, Bree held the child's cheek and observed it carefully for a long time, and finally heaved a sigh of relief—fortunately, it didn't look alike at all, and it must have nothing to do with that guy.

Bray's actions just now were not necessarily gentle. He had never been in contact with a child, so how could he know how delicate a two-year-old baby should be.If it was an ordinary child who wiped his face with Bray's rude action just now, he would probably have cried for him.

But the child in front of him didn't respond and let Bray play with him.There was not even a trace of red marks on her fair and tender cheeks.

"What's your name?" The smooth and soft touch of the child's face was so good that Bree couldn't help rubbing it again.Thinking of the treatment Hill received in Avlais before, and looking at the petite child in front of him, he suddenly felt distressed.

This child...could have been abandoned by someone too?

Thinking of this possibility, Bray looked at the child with more sympathy.It's not Andris' kind of freak. The child is still so young, and he must have suffered a lot from being excluded and hated by the people around him.

"Toffee." The child looked at Bray with a raised face, and obediently waited for him to rub it here and there.

Well, this uncle hugged himself out of that place just now.Even my father hasn't hugged me for a long time. The teacher's words will definitely make me crawl out.This uncle is really nice, it doesn't matter if you touch him casually.

"..." Bray stopped what he was doing, "What's your name?"

"toffee."

Although the child is small, his voice is soft but clear.Bray was sure he heard correctly.

"It should be a pet name..." Bray murmured, "Otherwise, what father would be so careless to name his son like that."

"Toffee, you came with your father?" Bray continued to ask, skipping the subject.

"Hmm... and teacher and pudding." Toffee lowered her head again, pulling the black cloth with her fat hands, "but they're gone..."

"Uh..." Seeing Toffee's sad look, Bree couldn't bear to ask any more.And even if you want to ask, such a big child can't explain it very clearly.

"Then how about you follow me first?" Looking up at the sky, "It's already evening, let's go find some firewood first. After tonight, I'll take you to find your family nearby?"

After hearing this, Toffee carefully raised her eyes to look at Bray, "Uncle, do you want to help me find my father?"

Those watery blue eyes made Bray feel like everything in his chest melted.

"Of course." Bray immediately took Toffee's hands and walked towards the island, "What do you want for dinner? How about milk and barbecue?"

"it is good."

Toffee leaned against Bray, holding his broad hand with one hand, and tugging tenaciously at a fragment of Hill's robe with the other.The obedient appearance makes people can't help hugging and kissing.

The author has something to say: Bray Naobudi Albut: There is no aristocratic style or elegance in this name!

ok go ahead and write the next chapter