Chapter 314: Hymn? No, this is the sound of the world...
Xiaomilo, who was obediently shaking his short legs and waiting for the sweet soup to be served, tilted his head.
Um?
What?
what happened?
The little guy was sitting in the corner. At this moment, he looked up and subconsciously widened his light blue eyes to look at the person who approached and spoke.
Little Milo's appearance is really outstanding.
It was hidden in the dark, so it was not obvious when someone came in.
When I first came in, I only heard Fran's voice.
Originally, their target was not this place, but a high-end custom shop in the alley next to it.
It’s just that the shop owner doesn’t like the hustle and bustle of the most prosperous center of Yalan.
So even though many of the guests are from large families, they still stay in this "poor" area.
Although the world is moving forward as a whole, one thing is inevitable.
That is the division between the upper and lower classes.
And as the pace of development increases, this situation becomes more and more fixed.
It's like the National Academy of Magic in Aran.
Although Fran can learn magic, she has not yet obtained the higher-level certification of the Magicians Association. Therefore, she cannot use her magic to complete tasks and earn money. For a magician of her level, the monthly allowance she receives is very small.
So for a long time, she even had a hard time paying her tuition.
At the same time, her classmates in the same school, such as the one standing in front of her with a mocking look on her face - Bona Comis.
This is a noble from a magical family. Her father is Isaiah Comis, a professor of hymns at the Aran National Academy of Magic. Folklore says that he may even have a name in front of the gods, after all, he is a believer who sings hymns for the God of Light.
Perhaps he is more important to the gods than the legendary world wise man Kurt.
Human beings are still very devout in their faith.
Although human life span is not long, one thing is certain.
Human history is very long.
It is enough for humans to record the sufferings suffered by humans during the time of the ancient gods and pass it down from generation to generation.
So it is obvious that the misery of the ancient gods forms the sharpest contrast with the rapidly developing human world today.
And the ones who made all this happen were the twelve main gods today.
Even if it is not the main god of their faith, even if it is the god of destruction Daryl, these creatures will give the most basic respect.
Therefore, the discipline of hymn is sometimes more respected than some great magicians.
This is why Alan's top nobles were created.
Bona, who has been spoiled since childhood, looks down on Fran, a poor classmate with a talent for magic who is not weak.
And she always feels that the other person is learning from her in every way.
Learning the lifestyle of these nobles, learning everything, who knows what they are planning to achieve success overnight.
The more she thought about it, the more Bonna disliked Fran.
Fran's expression froze and his face became serious.
"Bona, what I do is none of your business. Besides, there are many magic students in Aran who work part-time or as tutors, not just you. This is not the way for you nobles to bond with each other."
In most cases, Fran avoided Bona and the giant family behind Bona.
A magic apprentice like her was no match for these nobles.
Most of the time, the Magicians Association would be courteous to these nobles.
So after knowing Bona's ill intentions towards him, Fran avoided Bona in most cases.
"Yeah?"
Bona was shocked by Milo's appearance at first, then she snorted coldly.
"Who do you think you are? From the beginning of school until now, you've been a complete academic genius. What's the matter? You always left in disgrace before, but now it's different? Do you think you can show off your power?"
The group of young ladies behind Bona also complimented her.
"you do not say."
"After seeing the steam engines, steam cars, and steam trains in Yalan, I felt like I had left that remote countryside and become a resident of Yalan."
"Study hard."
"You don't even look at our Bona's background and talent, yet you dare to imitate her? Bona is the next heir to the Singer of the Church of Light!"
Having said this, a group of people surrounded Bona with pride.
"I don't care what you say."
Fran couldn't stand it any longer and stood up.
"I didn't want to provoke you before, but now, please apologize to my students."
"Apologize to your students?"
Bona came here to make Fran unhappy.
Hearing this, he sneered.
"How could I be targeting your students? You're just as poor as me."
Little Milo sat in his seat and watched all this.
The little guy, who had never experienced anything like this, was thinking.
What to do?
Teachers must be protected.
But the little guy, who didn't know much about Fran, really didn't know how to maintain it for a moment.
What if, what if I say something that can be caught?
And—
Little Milo thought to himself - after this lesson with Teacher Fran, they won't meet often in the future, but from what this person said, Teacher Fran will definitely meet with this person more often. From what she said, she seems to be quite capable. What if Milo says too much and makes Teacher Fran's life even more uncomfortable in the future?
For teachers who cannot protect us all the time.
Little Milo had many concerns.
——Otherwise, Milo could just be patient for a moment?
Just be poor.
I was already very poor.
All I can say is that first impression is still important.
Even though Daryl later worked hard to prove that he had the financial resources to raise cubs, the fact that the Deep Sea Abyss was so poor was still unacceptable to Little Milo.
He pursed his lips and gripped the table with his small hands.
When he gets back, he'll pick a fight with this guy and get revenge!
At this moment, the parties who were paying attention to the cubs fell silent.
World Consciousness: ...
No, who are you?
What to say to my godson?
What do you want to do?
Still poor?
Do you see that gem hanging around my godson's neck?
There is only one such gem in the entire continent that helps him sense magical power.
Your so-called aristocrats can't even afford that chain!
No one noticed that outside the house, the wind and waves were surging, and the sky seemed to be slightly gloomy. It was obvious that the mood of the world consciousness was not very good.
Kristen and Daryl, who had been following the cub and hiding in the dark watching the little guy, were also very angry.
When this guy walked in, neither the gods nor the world consciousness took this newbie seriously.
Just an ordinary guy who would not leave an impression on the gods.
Then - she left a profound mark in the heart of the god.
What carol?
What nobles?
Singing for the gods?
Return the next generation of heirs?
How come he doesn't know?
Fight her!
Daryl muttered to himself that if Kristen hadn't stopped him, he would have rushed out.
Fight her to death!
What's there to care about?
Daryl, who has always been unscrupulous, thought so.
Christine also had a serious expression.
But he still spoke seriously.
"Respected Supreme Lord, I suggest that you let the young master handle this matter yourself. Haven't you always felt that there was no opportunity to make the young master completely at ease? You just need to let the young master know that no matter what she does, you will always be her strongest support."
This one sentence finally persuaded Daryl.
If Daryl just wanted to raise a funny and cute little cub, he could have protected the little guy all the time.
Let Milo come to him for anything, and he just needs to live his life leisurely and comfortably.
But not now.
Daryl had more plans.
The little Xiaomilo who was struggling to move forward, the little Xiaomilo who was already in tatters but still wanted to protect him.
Daryl naturally had no intention of ruining Milo.
On the contrary—Daryl had been certain of one thing a long time ago, perhaps even earlier than he realized.
Make Milo a god.
Become the god after the twelve main gods.
Obviously, the world consciousness also has such plans.
Otherwise, the world consciousness would not be the Godfather or something like that.
Daryl controlled his temper and continued reading with his eyes narrowed.
He let out a long breath and suppressed his restlessness.
At this moment, Milo still had puffed up cheeks.
In the end, he didn't say anything, but just looked at Bona with dissatisfaction.
Fran wanted to say something else.
She was now furious, her face flushed red, and she pointed at Bona.
"Bona, don't go too far!"
"I didn't go too far. What? You want to fight me? Do you want to challenge me to a ring match?"
There was a vicious smile on Bona's beautiful face.
"I'm always here for you. If I can help you get rid of poor people like you, that would be great."
"Flan, Fran—"
The proprietress noticed something was wrong in the back and hurried over.
"What do you want, sir? Calm down, calm down. We're a small business and can't afford to go through all this trouble. Just consider it a favor, okay? Hey sir, there's a table over there. Our sweet soup here is delicious. Would you like to try it?"
Even a magic apprentice like Fran cannot shake a magic master like Bona, not to mention the owner of a sweet soup shop in this remote place.
Seeing the boss's attitude and Fran's helpless attitude, Bona was finally satisfied.
She originally wanted to cause trouble for Fran, and at this moment she was too lazy to pay attention to Milo, whom she didn't even know.
He said loudly: "That's about right."
She looked at Fran who was about to say something and chuckled.
"Are you still not convinced? Actually, I can do it without the magic arena—"
A light flashed in Bona's eyes. She spoke, and the voice of the heir of the hymn flowed out, instantly causing the surrounding magical elements to jump. That jump was malicious, blocking the magic around Fran and trying to suffocate Fran.
This is the power of carols.
They call it a gift from the gods.
Everyone around him retreated in fear and admiration.
Everything seems to be a foregone conclusion.
But the next moment.
Milo hummed only a single note.
The magical element that had just been maliciously disrupted was instantly interrupted by a stronger force.
Bona's breath was choked for a moment, and she wanted to say something, but suddenly lost her voice.
What?
what happened?
Sitting at the table was the little cub of five or six years old, with bright and shining light blue eyes.
Milo originally thought about not involving Teacher Fran, or at least discussing it with the teacher and confirming the teacher's wishes, but this person was really too much. After all, she was still young, and the little girl who had been depressed too many times in the past and always thought too much couldn't stand it anymore. Her father said - confront her.
The ethereal voice completely interrupted Bona's chant.
The people around were in a panic.
Is it a caroler?
No, this didn't feel like just any ordinary caroler.
Those who could stand behind Bona were all students of the Alan National Academy of Magic. They were very close and could sense that the magical elements of the entire world seemed to be jumping along with her.
It is not a hymn for anyone, but more like the sound of the world.
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