Chapter 320 Chapter 320 He Envied Daryl
Milo blinked his big eyes, looking at the fat fish that was showing off in the last second and fell into Arvid's hands in the next second.
oh……
Milo couldn't help but look at Fatty and then at Arvid.
Why does it always feel like that Arvid at this moment is different from the God of Light he met before?
Arvid of the 'Air Force' tried to make the little cub forget what had just happened.
He began to cook the fish in his hand.
Arvid, who had never done such a thing before, was very clumsy in his movements.
It took a lot of time to process this fish.
Avid looked at the little cub sitting obediently beside him, and his heart softened.
It’s really strange, and I can’t explain why, but I just like this little guy when I see him.
It seems like I like it for no reason.
And given his conditions, how could he raise a cub better than Daryl's?
Arvid looked at the little guy and asked again: "Will Daryl help you prepare the fish?"
Judging from Daryl's behavior, he would probably catch a fish and put it in the cub's mouth for the little guy to eat it by himself.
This really fits Daryl's personality.
But the little guy shook his little feet.
"Yes, Dad will fillet it and feed it to Milo."
Arvid: ...
Daryl even feeds the cubs.
When did Daryl learn that?!
There is a very subtle feeling -
Arvid pondered and suddenly compared himself.
Facing Daryl, he seemed to have lost.
no.
Arvid's strange desire to win got the better of him.
"Did he ever grill fish for you?"
The little guy shook his head hesitantly.
Not really.
Because mermaids themselves are very accepting of raw fish.
Later, his diet became stable, and Daryl was afraid that he would not be able to adapt to eating something else, so most of the time he maintained the diet he had in the abyss.
This seemed to give Arvid a chance to show off.
Arvid prepared the fish fillets, lit a fire, and grilled them carefully over the fire.
Because of his control over the magic elements, Avid quickly mastered the temperature after experimenting several times.
More than anything else, Daryl?
Is that okay?!
Arvid sprinkled a little seasoning on the quickly grilled fish fillet and put it into the little cub's mouth.
Milo tilted his head and chewed, his eyes suddenly lighting up.
Then he looked eagerly at the grilled fish in Arvid's hand.
That's right.
Arvid regained some confidence.
He began to doubt his future self.
Is it possible or not?
It seems like they have known each other for quite some time, but why does it feel like in this little guy's heart, his status is so different from Daryl's?
Time is passing quickly.
I don’t know how long it took.
Arvid wanted to show his goodwill, so he took the little one to visit various famous tourist attractions.
Finally, he returned to the Temple of Light with the cub.
Along the way, Arvid's power flickered.
Here, his strength and body constantly change with the adjustment of the ancient god's divinity.
But he hasn't remembered those things yet.
I don’t know how much time passed, but Milo and Avid became completely familiar with each other.
There are indeed a lot of beautiful scenery here. Xiaomilo looked around and was still very strong at the moment, except for asking him from time to time if he remembered it.
Arvid wasn't actually too worried.
Although he and Daryl don't get along.
But as a new god who controls both light and darkness.
And as a cognate.
Although Arvid dislikes Daryl, he still affirms Daryl's ability.
No matter where we are, nothing will go wrong with him or Daryl backing us up.
Daryl probably has the same attitude.
only--
Arvid, who was secretly trying to steal Daryl's cub, felt a little guilty.
Until it was another night about to sunset.
The biggest trap of the God of Time and Space is about to come.
This day was when Arvid fought a bloody battle with the last and most powerful ancient god, and it was also the only time that the God of Light was seriously injured.
Arvid had held on before, but at this time, the changes in his strength and physical condition may bring unpredictable problems.
But as long as he can get through this time, he should be able to break through the so-called ancient god's divinity soon.
It’s just that it’s difficult to arrange for the little cubs.
Arvid only thought for a moment before placing the little guy in the safest place in the Temple of Light, although he didn't want to leave the little cub alone.
But this is not a normal world after all. If it is handed over to those other guys, no one could say what will happen.
So Arvid coaxed little Milo to sleep.
He walked out of Milo's room and closed the door.
The god's footsteps suddenly stopped for a moment, and the blood suddenly drained from the face of the god of light, Avid.
He slid down slowly, his golden eyes lowered.
The smell of blood spread in an instant.
The taste of a god's blood is different from that of normal blood.
It easily swept over everything around him. Where he sat, greenery emerged from the ground little by little, and finally layers of flowers bloomed.
It doesn't matter.
Soon——
Without spending time with the cubs, Arvid's eyes were cold.
It will be done soon, Arvid thought, and closed his eyes.
At the same time, countless doubts, the numbness that had never slackened for thousands of years, surged up and finally broke Arvid's peace.
At this moment, both the balance of the world here and the balance of light and darkness on Daryl's side, who was jumping up and down looking for his cub, began to move towards an unstable direction.
——The balance between light and darkness can no longer be maintained.
If this continues, there will be great turmoil in the whole world.
The world consciousness is fiddling with the stars.
It's looking at Arvid's situation.
Admittedly, it is a bit dangerous at the moment.
But as a force it has personally selected.
Both Avid and Daryl are more reliable than the ancient gods who were born at the same time and attempted to use the world as their slave farm.
The world consciousness thought calmly.
It was able to deal with the deadlock at that time. These ancient gods wouldn't think that it couldn't handle the aftermath, right?
And at this moment.
The little cub covered in the quilt has opened his eyes, and the little crybaby is hiding under the quilt and crying quietly.
Many pearls fell onto the bed sheets and were picked up by the little guy like a guilty thief.
Why can't Milo go home yet? Milo wants to find his dad - wants to find his dad QAQ
Since the little guy and Daryl have been together, the little guy has not been away from Daryl for such a long time.
All in all, in this place where time flows at a strange speed, I haven't seen my father for several days.
The little guy cried quietly until he smelled something strange.
The little cub blinked, threw back the covers, and finally climbed out of bed.
"Hello--"
The tender little voice echoed in this empty space.
The little guy shuddered and blinked his eyes.
"Where did you go?"
His eyes were still red, and his pink hair looked a little messy because it was covered by the quilt.
He moved towards the door in small steps, leaned on the door and looked outside.
At the moment, Avid had no time to care about little Milo's affairs.
His current condition is not good.
This world is really too big, with many believers and of course many pagans as well.
These ancient gods also left behind some followers.
The voices argued in his ears.
Provoking his calm emotions again and again.
"Why should we dark creatures live in such a place? We must strike back at the light! This was clearly a joint victory for the twelve main gods, but the benefits went to the God of Light."
——That's because he and Daryl don't get along, the original power is divided, and the two of them really can't merge. This world can't withstand such a new turmoil, and finally the power of light takes over and stabilizes the entire world.
"Bright and bright, yet so hypocritical—if God can really see and hear your prayers, why can't He see the suffering of the world? Has He done anything?"
——The world is fragile, gods cannot directly change individual fates, and from different perspectives, the occurrence and course of events are different.
At the beginning, Avid was still able to calmly judge and analyze one by one.
It's just the instability of magical power and the numbness of thousands of years.
A responsibility that has been carried on our shoulders since birth.
"Aren't you tired?"
Until the voice that bewitched the gods sounded.
"You've been guarding them for thousands of years just for these things? Don't you feel tired?"
"Let these scum like this be slaves. This is their fate."
"It's as if they were gods sitting on a high platform, unconcerned with worldly affairs—they have no idea where all their developments came from. How ridiculous."
"And Daryl, although we both share the same power, he has far fewer responsibilities and tasks than you. This world is unfair to you. If you want to change, then let the light reign supreme. Only with full power can you change all this."
"That cub—isn't it yours? You're the same...?"
Arvid was unmoved by everything that happened before.
But the last sentence instantly broke down Avid's psychological defenses.
His fingertips trembled suddenly and he opened his eyes in an instant.
Before the golden light had time to change, it met a pair of light blue eyes.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Are you okay?"
No one knew when little Milo came over, and Avid didn't know when the little guy woke up.
The little guy stood in front of him holding a pillow, looking at him with a little worry in his big round light blue eyes.
The little hand moved from his to his cheek.
Then snap, snap, snap—several snaps.
Arvid: ...
Little Milo: "The teacher said that this will make you more awake."
The little guy blinked his big eyes and involuntarily straightened his chest.
"Milo used this trick to get rid of his sleepiness and learned a lot."
It is true that the photo of Arvid was taken to make him look much more sober.
Arvid didn't have time to say anything else.
"Your hands are so cold, are you sick?"
The little darling handed the pillow to him, went back, brought out the quilt, looked at the quilt, then looked at him, and thought for a while.
The little cub snuggled into Arvid's arms.
Then he wrapped the quilt around the two of them and looked up.
Under the instigation of countless nameless voices, and amidst the negative emotions and numb voices that have come from thousands of years of no rest.
The cub's clear voice cut through everything.
"Will this make you feel better? Milo's vocal teacher said that songs can make people feel better. Milo will sing for you."
The little guy's voice was childish, and he was a warm and soft little ball, as if he had just cried. He was sniffing lightly while speaking, with a bit of nasal sound - it's okay, I'm just comforting you, you should be happy too.
Arvid's hands and feet, which had been cold and numb for a long time, warmed up again. Arvid couldn't describe the feeling for a moment. He slowly lowered his head and rested his chin on the cub's head - he understood what emotions he had been feeling all along.
That’s great… He envied Daryl.
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