Chapter 304 Chapter 304 But...you are not Milo's father...
It's really strange.
Christine couldn't tell what was so strange about this feeling.
and--
A lot of injuries?
Christine stood in the middle of the yard holding the cub.
He thought so with Arvid who was standing outside the courtyard.
How did this five-year-old cub get so many injuries?
and--
"Little Master, don't cry."
One of Christine's hands was held, and she was obviously a little at a loss at the moment.
The little crybaby who was being watched by his father disguised himself so well that Christine was unaware of his reputation as a crybaby.
Little Milo is the little guy who makes Daryl cry and gives him a headache.
She would cry if something didn't go her way, and she cried without making any sound, which made her look particularly pitiful.
At this moment, the little cub didn't know what he was thinking, and tears were falling down, with pearls rolling to the ground.
It seemed like she was crying for her own grievances, but also seemed like she was helping him cry for his grievances.
Where do all these tears come from?
"Is there no cure?"
The cub sniffed, his eyes red, and looked at Christine pitifully.
"Milo's hands are all healed."
The cub was still holding Kristen's hand.
"And his face. Milo has never suffered so many injuries on his face."
Christine endured it again and again, listening to the little cub chattering in his arms.
He was like a warm little sun, lying softly in his arms, expressing his empathy.
Christine finally couldn't help herself.
"Why...are you injured so much?"
Christine thought - even for a guy like herself, even if she saw a little guy like this, she wouldn't be very nice to him, but she certainly wouldn't think of hurting him.
Who could be so cruel as to hurt Milo?
Outside the courtyard, Arvid slowly straightened up and turned his head to look over.
Milo paused.
"Of course."
Christine finally carried the cub back into the house.
"If you don't want to tell me, that's fine."
He couldn't help asking more questions.
"What would you like to do next? Sing? Look at the stars? Have a snack?"
This place is constantly developing, but overall, the entertainment activities in the magical continent are still relatively scarce.
Most magicians spend their time practicing. As for the cubs, most of them at this age play group games or study magic knowledge. Even if they don't have magical talent, it would be a good career path for them to be an assistant to a powerful magician when they grow up.
And Milo's situation is obviously a little more special.
He still has a slight sense of alienation from the world.
It's not like I've completely integrated into this world.
But it's a good world here.
Milo loved it.
Milo remembered that when he fell into this world, a pair of gentle hands gently touched his head, and Milo looked up at the sky.
That should be the world consciousness of this world that the lamb mentioned.
The world consciousness seemed to be aware of something and performed an elegant gentleman's salute that Xiaomilo could not see.
——It’s okay, little gentleman of the future, since its doors are open, the world welcomes your integration.
"Can Milo stay with Uncle Christian for a while and go sing later?"
The cub looked at Christine.
"And the injuries, because Milo had a hard time before he met his dad."
To his adoptive family, he was just a tool for producing commodities.
Even though he is a continuously renewable 'resource' to them, because they don't love him, because they don't care about him, because they feel they can control him in this world, so they don't care about his feelings at all, as long as he is alive.
For them, pain and sadness are the catalysts for obtaining perfect pearls.
Christine stopped again.
"Milo has encountered a lot of bad things before, Uncle Christian, the pain won't last long," the little guy nodded solemnly, "Milo was like this, he felt so sad, so sad, as if he was about to die, and then he was picked up."
He was picked up by the lamb, then by the world consciousness, and finally by Daryl.
The little cub, with pearls still falling from the corners of its eyes, looked at him like this.
No fear, no dread, and no disgust.
There is only a clear brightness, like the clearest sea under the sun, with ripples sparkling in the waves.
to be honest.
Looking at Milo like this, Christine found it hard to imagine whether the past events Milo talked about had really happened.
But it is true that the cubs have no sense of security at all since they were young.
It seems that Daryl dotes on her to the sky.
It doesn't seem like a fake.
But anyway.
After suffering enough malice in the human world, it was great to be held in the scarred hand by such a little cub.
That feeling is still very wonderful.
Christine didn't pull her hand away.
He turned around.
"Yes, young master. I need to deal with the seawater issue later. Can you sit on the swing and watch? I'll put some refreshments on the table nearby—no, I don't think you should eat those now, as your stomach is still adapting. How about I prepare a glass of water for you?"
Milo nodded his little head.
But I didn't go to the swing first.
Instead, he gathered around with great curiosity, watching Christine use magic to adjust the water in the swimming pool.
"Is there anything different about seawater?"
"The water in the deep sea is somewhat different from that in the shallow sea. You must be a deep-sea mermaid. Normally, at your age, the mermaids wouldn't allow you to go ashore. The deep sea is not only for food and safety, but also a more suitable environment for young cubs to survive."
So it is best to construct this swimming pool with a magic circle.
Once everything was built, Milo didn't have to adapt.
I heard that mermaid babies are extremely delicate.
Any change in the environment may lead to illness.
Daryl's anxiety and worry are normal. After all, in order to help the little guy better integrate into the place, he finally decided to bring the cub of this age to the mainland.
They didn't know how much of an impact it would have on little Milo, but it was always better to be cautious.
"oh oh."
Little Milo nodded his little head.
"Seawater is different, but Milo has been in very light seawater before, and scars appeared and healed. It seems that Milo's adaptability is not that weak."
The little guy raised his hand and looked at his arm.
The little mermaid's skin is indeed rougher than that of her peers.
Christine slowed down.
He slowly turned back.
What?
Did he just hear it wrong?
Mix...seawater?
Can a mermaid baby survive something like that?
no.
Christine unconsciously pinched the magic stone in her hand that was used to set up the magic circle, and almost crushed the magic stone.
Where on earth did Lord Daryl pull this poor little thing back from?
"And more."
Milo suddenly remembered something.
The cub that had just been crying like a little kitten has now become curious and lively again.
"When Dad comes back later, can Uncle Christian please not tell Dad that Milo cried?"
The little crybaby only remembered to tell his father not to cry casually after he finished crying.
Christine turned to look at little Milo, whose eyes were red.
The little guy looked at him with his big, bright eyes.
Then he pursed his lips a little embarrassedly.
"I'm sorry Uncle Christine, did Milo give you a hard time?"
A sensible and well-behaved little poor thing.
Christine sighed.
"Please wait a moment. I'll prepare some ice for you."
Apply it two or three times and the marks from crying should fade away a lot.
Milo was placed on the swing by Kristen and watched him handle the pool.
The cub had a glass of warm water beside him and a small ice pack in his hand, which he applied to his eyes.
The cub looked up at the sky again. Here he could also see the stars, and occasionally a magic broom flying past, which even had exhaust fumes because of its high speed.
Christine was doing what she was doing.
Then I heard a childish but ethereal tune being hummed slowly behind me.
The sound started out small and gradually grew louder.
Light and melodious, like an elf dancing in the night, it passes lightly among the flowers and opens countless flowers.
Christine felt that the restlessness in her heart subsided involuntarily, and her mentality became calm, because she had left the abyss. Even though her whole body was wrapped, the discomfort she still felt seemed to subside little by little.
Even though he didn't know any magic yet, this was like a healing magician's great magic.
Christine thought so.
He turned to look at the cub again.
The ice pack has melted.
Christine went to get a new ice pack for the cub.
Daryl should be back soon.
Christine thought - after all, that adult never breaks his promise.
He said he would stay later to watch the stars with the little cub, and he would definitely come back before little Milo went to bed.
Then those traces must be removed quickly.
Unconsciously, Christine, who had been obedient to Little Milo only because of Daryl, began to think about how to help Little Milo hide the fact that Little Milo had cried from Daryl.
Although he felt that it would not be a big deal even if Lord Daryl knew about it, he still had to care about what the cub thought.
This is their compound, and it is protected by Lord Daryl's barrier.
Christine also reassured Milo and went into the house again to make a suitable small ice pack for Milo.
Milo was sitting on the swing, looking intently at the direction behind him, and then he couldn't help but look towards the entrance of the courtyard.
When will dad come back?
The little crybaby sniffed again.
Milo, Milo can't hold on any longer.
The high-need baby wiggles his short legs.
It was at this moment that he saw a tall figure at the door.
Milo's eyes lit up.
He jumped off the swing and ran towards the door - "Dad!"
Arvid stood at the door, looking at the little cub running towards him. In fact, he didn't understand why he appeared again.
The cub stopped a few steps away from him, blinked its big eyes, and looked at him with a smile on its lips.
“It’s a beautiful song.”
Arvid hesitated for a long time, squatted down, looked at little Milo straight in the eye, and did not comment on the word "Dad" from the little guy's mouth.
He was still waiting for the little cub to jump into his arms.
Arvid inexplicably wanted to feel that strange feeling of being hugged again, maybe he could find out what the problem was.
So, he imitated Daryl, wanting to feel what this little guy meant as a variable to Daryl, and maybe he could also figure out what it meant to him.
They are the ones who understand each other best.
They have the same face and similar coldness.
"Milo, come to me."
Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps behind him, not far away nor near, and it appeared suddenly when Arvid was not noticing. It was like a moment of anger, warning Arvid to leave and stay away from his cub.
The battle between light and darkness has nothing to do with little mermaid cubs like this.
I've said it before.
As long as the other party wanted to, neither Daryl nor Arvid would be able to detect the other party's breath.
But it doesn't matter.
Arvid thought.
He just needed to make sure, just enough until Daryl came back.
And with his appearance, even the gods could be fooled, let alone a child. Daryl only raised him for a short while, so what could this little guy remember? Arvid didn't feel anything special at the moment. He only thought - at worst, he could secretly fight with Daryl.
"Thanks."
Xiaomilo's soft baby voice was very cute. He took two steps closer but didn't pick the baby up. He blinked his big eyes and suddenly spoke.
"But...you're not Milo's father, are you?"
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