Chapter 307 Chapter 307 He Can Iron Out the Wrinkled Soul
What father?
Hahahaha, get lost, you godfather!
What did you do to become the Godfather?
Under Fran's bewildered gaze, Daryl reached out and snatched the cub away, as if he was on guard against some unknown existence. His originally carefree and lazy face instantly turned dark.
The light that had suddenly filled the entire room dimmed.
Everything returned to calm.
The sunlight outside was warm, warming up the whole house, as if nothing had happened.
But how to say it.
Fran was a little frightened.
It was as if something was about to happen that she had no part in.
But she didn't need to react, Christine had already asked Fran to leave.
Daryl held the cub, and he was unhappy, very unhappy.
He was so dissatisfied that he could no longer maintain his duplicity.
godfather?
Get out of the way!
The world consciousness negotiated calmly: If I hadn’t brought this cub back, you wouldn’t be this cub’s father.
——What do you mean it’s the cub you brought back?
Daryl held the little guy in his arms, still considering Milo's thoughts, and just used his magic power to fight against the world consciousness.
—So you didn't realize how miserable this kid was before? You didn't do anything about it? And now you're trying to take advantage of him? Huh?!
Gentleman, be ashamed - hasn't it thought of this?
Besides.
World consciousness: I also rationalized and completed all his existence, automatically guaranteeing that he could survive in this world and possess all power and talents.
Daryl: How dare you say that? You brought it back, what are you going to do if you don't complete it? That's called irresponsible!
World Consciousness: ...Then as the embodiment of the will of this world, if I am called Godfather, doesn’t it seem that Milo also has a backer?
Daryl: ? You mean my backstage work isn't enough?
The world consciousness, which always handled everything calmly, even the manifestation of its own will - the struggle between the two gods who controlled light and darkness - could be judged calmly and believed that they could make the most suitable measures for the development of the world, became annoyed.
No matter what you say! This godfather is definitely here! ! ! !
Daryl scoffed irritably as well.
Little Milo huddled in his father's arms, a little dazed.
Seemed to sense Daryl's displeasure.
The little cub raised its little head, stretched out its hands, and hugged Daryl's neck.
"dad?"
The little guy tilted his head.
"Are you unhappy, Dad?"
The pink little guy is so cute.
Daryl just argued with the world consciousness for a while, and finally lowered his head, looked at the cub in his arms, and let out a long breath.
"No."
never mind.
Sometimes with world awareness, many things will be more convenient.
After all, he is just a godfather.
In the end, it was the world consciousness that brought Xiaomilo back and allowed him to vent his anger.
Daryl still somewhat considered the other party's face.
Daryl patted the cub's head.
His voice seemed to coincide with the voice of the world consciousness.
"Just like Dad told you before—you don't need to think about anything else."
Daryl said, "This is your home."
Whether it's this world or this place.
This is an extremely rigorous world. Outside this world, there has always been a cautious guy who seriously maintains the operation of this world. When choosing to accept Xiaomilo, he rationalizes Xiaomilo's existence step by step under the operation of the world's rules.
There is no doubt that this is where little Milo belongs.
Milo's big eyes sparkled.
"Milo feels that this world is different—"
Before, Milo had few ties to this place and did not have true magical talent. Now he is truly accepted by this world.
Milo could feel that the old was completely different.
The little guy was very small and was tugging at his father's clothes.
"Milo will protect Daddy from now on."
Milo is also going to become extremely powerful!
Daryl responded casually.
Christine came in from outside.
"Master, the teacher of basic magic has been sent away, and the vocal music teacher has been hired. He wants to meet the young master tomorrow."
Daryl nodded again.
He picked up little Milo.
"Let's go, the pool is ready, let's go take a dip."
A night has passed. If it is not soaked in water, it will become a dried-up fish.
*
The weather is really nice today.
Little Milo swam back and forth in the swimming pool for several laps.
Christine still has a lot to do.
Handling some things for Daryl and informing Daryl of the changes in the abyss caused by his changes is also one of his important jobs.
He walked across the porch and looked at the little cubs splashing in the water outside.
The little guy dives underwater, his pink tail swaying, and occasionally flips over and swims on his back, like a happy little fish in the waves.
The scales sparkled in the sunlight.
It is a look that dark creatures have never had before.
Christine thought so.
He had already walked into the house.
The place where Daryl often stays is a large room, one side of which is made of transparent material, which allows you to see outside.
Daryl seemed a little lazy most of the time, and he would look up from time to time to see little Milo outside.
Until Christine put the things down and reported respectfully.
"According to our Dark Centaurs' investigation, there are several unstable areas in the abyss. The details are under further evaluation. There is one area that is suspected to contain scattered divine powers, and we need your attention."
Daryl nodded casually.
Like Arvid, Daryl also had to deal with some changes caused by his actions during some part of the night.
Before Milo's arrival, the world's power was clearly leaning towards light, but it also maintained a delicate balance. Of course, this was not the best way to solve the problem. For the world, the only loophole in this world was the balance between light and darkness. The world's power should have complemented each other, but when the world was born, light and darkness had never been integrated, so it caused a series of consequences, including the problem of ancient gods a long time ago.
Daryl's previous seclusion was actually a way of escaping from the imbalance between light and darkness. As long as there is any change, there will be changes until another delicate balance is formed.
They have never made up their minds how to break this balance and build a new one. The gods have reached a tacit understanding before and continue to promote the development of the world, so that the world can have a rich foundation to support it in the inevitable changes in balance.
And now, it's almost time for the gods.
Therefore, only Arvid was alarmed by Daryl's changes.
The other main gods basically did not show up.
But after finishing the report, Christine didn't leave. He couldn't help but stand there and watch for a while the little cubs who were playing in the swimming pool and occasionally looked over here.
This move attracted the attention of the head of the family, whose child had just been "snatched" by the world consciousness and was in a sensitive period.
Daryl slowly raised his head and glanced up and down at Kristen with a scrutinizing gaze.
Only after he looked at Christine so hard that her whole body was covered with hair did he slowly speak.
"What's wrong?"
Daryl is not a stupid god. On the contrary, he has the power to control the other side of the world, and other people's little thoughts cannot be hidden from him.
When Christine first met the cub, it was obvious that she didn't like him very much, she just respected him for him.
Daryl hadn't previously intended to correct that.
After all, he didn't think he could keep Christine around for long.
He does not need any believers to serve him closely.
Not to mention that this believer still had some bad thoughts about Milo.
But it didn't matter, respect was enough, and such respect was enough to prevent any of his followers from daring to do anything to Milo before his downfall.
So for Daryl, it was just a very brief encounter.
But today - no, starting from last night, this guy's attitude was obviously different.
The look he gave to little Milo softened.
Christine was stunned for a moment.
"I just saw that the young master was having fun, and I was happy too."
He lowered his head.
Daryl raised his eyebrows slightly.
"What did Milo do yesterday?"
This is clearly not right.
The changes are a bit too big.
Kristen was stunned and opened his mouth.
Finally, I asked carefully.
"Did the young master have a bad life before?"
As Kristen spoke, she unconsciously rubbed her gloves.
He remembered the little cub holding his hand with tears in his eyes.
There is a feeling of being comforted.
It was like there was a pair of invisible hands.
Small and warm, like sunshine, it gradually unfolds and smoothes the wrinkled soul.
"Oh, was it you who made that little thing cry yesterday?"
Daryl made the connection instantly.
Christine froze.
"I didn't mean to make the young master cry—"
Daryl waved his hand casually to indicate that it was nothing.
"I didn't let him cry because he had cried too much before. He was used to it and I had to interfere."
Crying...are you used to it?
Daryl flipped his fingers, and a few shiny pearls appeared in his hand.
"Do you know what it is?"
Daryl's voice subsided unconsciously.
"Yes, because he had a beautiful voice, he was forced to sing until he lost his voice. He was voiceless for a long time. And because pearls could be sold for money, he was forced to cry day and night from a very young age. When I found him, although he didn't have any major injuries, he was also in tatters."
Daryl didn't seem to want to talk about these things.
After just two simple words, he looked casually at Christine.
"So, I didn't bring him back to make him cry."
Then he is no different from those beasts.
Christine was a little speechless. He seemed to want to ask something else, but looking at the god's expression, it was clear that everything had been resolved. Finally, he looked at the little cub in the swimming pool.
He turned his head again and finally said softly, "I understand."
The little cub in the swimming pool rolled over twice, holding the gem around its neck in its hand, blinking its big eyes, thinking about what its father said.
godfather?
Little Milo called softly, "Godfather?"
The world consciousness was gentlemanly and reserved, transforming into a gust of wind that brushed across the cub's face.
And outside the courtyard.
A tall figure who had returned at some unknown time stood at the door.
Arvid frowned—losing his voice? Crying day and night? And…a godfather? What?
Arvid was a little irritated. Perhaps he also wanted to find some way to figure out what had happened to this little guy in the past. He remembered that the ocean mirror could see? What else was there besides the ocean mirror?
The believers of light have brought all the things and handed them over to Arvid.
The believers bowed their heads respectfully.
"Sir, when do you plan to return to the temple?"
"Soon."
Arvid said this as he put away the items he brought back from the Temple of Light, seemingly nonchalantly.
"After I make a judgment on Daryl's actions."
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