Chapter 303 Chapter 303 The little crybaby is a soft baby...

Happy?

No, of course there is nothing much to be happy about.

Daryl thought to himself.

An ordinary, cute little guy.

He raised it well.

The duplicitous patriarch was obviously praised.

However, he still had some preconceptions about Arvid.

Even though Arvid appeared before.

But looking at Arvid's dog-like appearance, Daryl didn't think he would have much interest in his own cub.

Daryl took the cub by the hand and took the little guy to eat.

Dinner is usually fish.

Daryl brought it up from the bottom of the sea.

Mainly, he was afraid that the little cub would not be used to eating other things, or that the fragile little cub would not be able to adapt to eating other things all of a sudden and get sick, which would not be cost-effective.

Christine is over there writing down what else is needed.

Then he turned sideways and asked Daryl softly about the matter.

There are also many things to deal with in the underground abyss. The border is unstable and the races in the underground abyss are not very peaceful. Daryl really needs to go there.

As the God of Destruction, one of the Twelve Main Gods, Daryl actually has a lot of work to do. However, most of the time, the dark side is stable and controllable. Only when he takes action will the darkness become active and he needs to maintain control.

"Yes, the vocal teacher?"

Christine took note, nodding slightly.

"I understand, sir. I will contact the relevant associations tonight to find a suitable candidate."

Daryl nodded.

"And the swimming pool—"

Daryl looked toward the pool.

"Use your judgment. Don't let him go into the water while I'm gone."

The main thing is that the road is different from the sea.

The water temperature at night was relatively stable on the seabed, which he could control, but on the mainland, the howling wind was a different story.

"OK."

Christine nodded and wrote this down.

Christine was wearing a butler's uniform, wrapped up completely, and wearing a mask.

The dark centaur is a very scary species for many races. Even if it turns into an anthropomorphic state, and lives in the dark territory for many years, its appearance is really not suitable for meeting people.

In fact, Christine still couldn't quite understand why their supreme master treated such a little pink guy differently.

now--

On the dining table not far away, the only cub that needed to eat at a fixed time and place sat at the table, slurping the crystal clear raw fish strips one mouthful at a time.

Today was not filleting the fish. Daryl tore the fish into strips. The cub only needed to pick up one side with a fork and put it in his mouth to suck it all in one breath.

Very convenient.

The little guy became more and more excited as he ate.

A pair of light blue eyes narrowed involuntarily because of love.

And why is it made into such a shape?

When it was on the seabed, it was not so obvious. The little guy ate with his hands, but when it came to shore, the little guy was obviously not used to it.

His damn adoptive parents only gave him nutrient solution to drink. He had never seen much food, let alone using tableware.

Daryl thought he was about to forget about it, but when he saw the little guy concentrating on eating fish sticks, he suddenly remembered it and his anger came back.

So angry.

I'm so angry.

Daryl felt like he needed to release some of his frustration.

After the pups eat, Daryl is about to go out.

He had to deal with the chaos in the underground abyss, calm down the restless dark forces, and allow the races living in the dark areas to live in more peace.

The dark race is different from other races. The dark race has its own special characteristics. It can only survive in places like the abyss of the sea or the abyss of the underground, and it also has certain side effects.

So no matter how ambitious Daryl is, it is obviously impossible to occupy the entire world and plunge it into darkness, and it cannot be easily transformed.

Therefore, the great war between light and darkness that many dark races had been looking forward to was tacitly impossible for Daryl and Arvid.

At most, it's just the two of them fighting.

Daryl touched the cub's head and told Little Milo to be good at home and sing songs by himself when he had nothing to do. He would come back later and take the little guy to the attic to watch the stars.

The little guy nodded his head and blinked his big eyes.

He was very obedient and sensible: "It's okay, Dad, you go, Milo be good, Milo is no longer the Milo of the afternoon!"

This time, he will definitely be able to hold on longer!

However, because of Arvid's appearance, Daryl didn't know this afternoon that the little guy was so anxious when he left for ten minutes.

But Daryl still took the Philosopher's Stone and gave it to the little guy.

"It doesn't matter if you can't use magic now."

Daryl said.

"Crush him, and Dad will know."

The little guy held the Philosopher's Stone and nodded vigorously.

*

Daryl is out.

The house was empty, with only Milo and Christine left.

Kristen's attitude towards Milo wasn't particularly good, but she was respectful enough.

After all, this is the cub recognized by the adult himself.

If nothing unexpected happens, this person will at least become a demigod when he grows up.

"Is there anything else you need me to do?"

Little Milo had never had such direct contact with Christine, and the little guy shook his head a little embarrassedly.

"Uncle Christine, Milo has returned to his room."

The cub thought about it, and seeing that Christine still had things to do, he didn't stay too long and quickly returned to his room.

The continents are indeed different from the oceans.

The little cub jumped into the soft bed.

He rolled over twice and looked at the Philosopher's Stone in his hand.

Isn't Milo so happy?

The little mermaid thought so.

But not long after his father left, he started to act like his father again.

Milo walked to the window and leaned on it to look out.

He is waiting for his father to come back.

It was a small creature, but it couldn't help humming a light and ethereal melody.

Like a song from heaven, never heard on earth.

He himself did not realize that as his singing began, the red roses climbing on the walls of the surrounding houses began to slowly bloom at night.

Not far away in the courtyard, Arvid stood there, still holding the pearl in his hand. He squinted his eyes and observed the little guy.

——This little guy seems to really like Daryl.

Arvid, who had been following all the way, made a judgment.

The God of Light Arvid stole the limelight and gained the upper hand in his battle with the God of Destruction Daryl. Compared to Daryl, he held the power in his hands and acted more coldly and according to the rules.

He had long been accustomed to everything at this moment, and was thinking about the scene this afternoon when the little guy rushed to him and hugged him.

Why?

Daryl is fine too.

Why would this little cub care about Daryl so wholeheartedly?

Arvid couldn't explain the strange feeling in his heart.

But one thing is undeniable - he developed a strong interest in the cub's past.

At this moment, Xiaomilo sang for a while, and because he was alone, he couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

He looked out the window and saw Christine observing the situation in the swimming pool, comparing and adjusting the incoming seawater with the seawater Daryl brought in from the deep sea.

Mermaids are really hard to raise.

He thought so.

Then Christine noticed the small figure behind her, hiding behind the door.

The little fellow only showed one eye and stared at him.

Don't speak, don't get close.

About ten minutes passed like this.

Christine finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned around and took a few steps towards the cub.

Kristen said in a businesslike manner: "Young Master, do you have anything to tell me?"

The cub was startled.

When dad is not around, the little crybaby is still a little timid.

He took a few steps back and almost fell backwards, but was caught by Christine.

Christine picked up little Milo a little awkwardly.

"Do you want to play on the swings? Or do you have any other needs?"

A fragile cub.

But it was his duty to protect this cub.

Milo shook his head slightly.

"When will Dad come back, Uncle Christian?"

"The matter your Excellency is dealing with is a bit tricky, but with your level of magic, the problem can be solved within about two hours. Don't worry, I'll take you upstairs?"

Milo was too embarrassed to admit that he was a little scared to be alone, so he followed Christine like a little tail.

Looking at the fully armed Christine, Milo asked in a low voice: "Uncle Christine, why do you wrap yourself so tightly?"

Christine paused.

He didn't lower his head, and the dark eyes that emerged from the mask just stared calmly ahead.

He seemed to be thinking about how to answer the question.

Because they are a dark race but are eroded by darkness, with scary scars and marks all over their bodies?

Or is it that if you come to this world that belongs to other races and are not wrapped tightly, you will feel pain all the time?

It’s nothing, just a little sigh.

The cubs are only a few years old and probably don't know what suffering is like.

Finally, Christine spoke honestly.

“Because it’s ugly.”

He lowered his head. He considered himself the guardian of the gods, the appointed protector. He now looked at the cub with a slightly scrutinizing gaze.

He was judging whether this young master, to whom they would most likely be loyal in the future, was worth following.

Even if the other person is just a child.

"Want to see it?"

So, Christine asked softly, tentatively.

Arvid, who had been listening at the door, couldn't help but look up.

He probably knew what the dark creatures looked like now.

The underground abyss is even more serious, and the stronger it is, the more obvious it is.

It is obvious that Christine's magic level is enough to become a professor at Alan's Higher Magic Academy.

He would probably look very scary too.

It is probably unacceptable to the cubs.

The cub was a little hesitant and asked in a low voice, "Is it okay?"

Doesn’t it seem not very good?

The cub didn't really want to be alone so he looked for an excuse to chat.

At this moment, the soft little guy was sitting on Christine's arm, looking over curiously.

"certainly."

As Christine spoke, he took off his gloves with a snap of his fingers. He reached out and pinched the corner of his mask.

The lights from the house and the dim sky formed a sharp boundary between light and dark, falling on the half of the face covered with scars and abscesses.

Just by looking at those calm black eyes, you can't tell that Christine has such a face.

The cub was stunned when the gloves that Christine had just worn disappeared.

He looked at the scar on Christine's hand.

The little crybaby's eyes were filled with tears in an instant.

It scared him.

Christine thought about it and put the mask back on.

I can’t describe the feeling in my heart.

Being feared, being excluded, and not wanting to see their own faces, this is something that the dark clan has long been accustomed to. There is no suitable living environment for the dark clan in this world. All dark races are paranoid and easily excited and crazy. In short, they are now just calm lunatics.

This is the world's threat, but it is not a big threat to the size of this world.

He should put the little guy down.

Christine thought to herself.

A few pearls hit the back of my hand, and before I could put on my gloves, a soft little hand held my hand.

It was clearly a mark on his body, but the little cub cried more aggrievedly than he did.

"Milo, Milo also had a lot of wounds on his hands before. It hurts so much. Uncle Christine must be in pain too. Woo woo woo. Uncle Christine even dug a pond for Milo in the afternoon. Milo is going to be a bad boy for doing this. Uncle Christine is so stupid. Doesn't he even know how to use magic?"

That soft and tender touch—so why are you crying, little master?

What does it mean to be a bad boy? How did your thinking get turned to that direction?

Christine thought so, but did not pull her hand away. The hand that had not had such direct contact with anyone for a long time twitched unconsciously.