{MTL} ✅I escaped from terminal illness [Quick Travel]

ch 20

"Master."

Not long after Yu Bai walked out, he heard a low and hoarse voice from behind him.

The black-haired boy trembled all over, and stopped in his footsteps. He turned his head, and a smile appeared on his pale face, "You are here." The

boy's voice was sweet and greasy. As he spoke, he took small steps to approach Sen Ban .

The cold hands hesitated for a while, and then held Sen Madara's wide palm hanging by his side, and the light-white fingertips trembled slightly in the man's palm.

Fern remembered how those hands had turned into such horrible vines that they had turned Bishop Jones into a pulp.

He was a little nauseous.

"By the way, Melville recently bought a can of high-quality black tea shipped from Liben County. Would you like to come and taste it with me?"

Senban saw huge fear, fear, hatred, and fear in Fern's dark eyes. Killing intent, but no trace of love.

Mingming decided from the very beginning that as long as Fern didn't leave him, no matter what attitude the boy had, Morimara wouldn't care.

but why?

Why is there soreness and pain in the beating heart in the chest cavity? Even the gods overlooking the sky, the boundless and shapeless body of gods, can feel the same pain.

Samurai didn't know what to do.

He couldn't leave Fern, but he couldn't make Fern stop being afraid of him.

How could the arrogant and selfish Canary fall in love with the bloody monster that locked him in a cage?

"Sen-Ban?"

Fern saw that Sin-Ban was indifferent, and the smile on his face gradually froze.

He bit his lip and tried to let go of his hands.

Samurai grabbed him back.

Thirst can never be satisfied, a tall man bathed in the twilight of the dying candle, feeling himself being torn in two, would he be crazy?

going crazy?

Mori Madara smiled softly, looking at Fern's beautiful face, "Of course. It's my honor to drink tea with the young master." The

man deceived himself, that's enough, the hollow clamor in his heart, that's all. stop it.

The young master is a canary that needs to be cared for, a delicate flower that is afraid of wind and rain.

He can't hurt him.

The two returned to Fern's residence.

The roses planted in the yard grow lush and lush.

There are clusters of dark green leaves growing on the thorn branches, the edges of each leaf are jagged, clustered like blood-stained roses, one by one, swaying their bodies in the evening sun.

In addition to the roses, vines climbed more than half of the outer walls of the house.

Fern didn't even want to touch them, and hurriedly led Senban into the living room.

Melville was a little surprised when he saw Senban, because Master Fern always felt that Senban's status was too low, and he never wanted him to step into his territory, but he did not expect to bring him here this time.

However, what surprised Melville even more was yet to come.

His master Fern, who has never done any rough work himself, actually said to Sen Ban— "Sen Ban

, let me make black tea for you, okay?"

Fear was in the same room with himself, "If you insist."

Melville paused: Huh? ? ? ? what happened?

Is his young master sick? Why did he lower himself to make tea for Sen Ban?

"I'll do it..." Melville said subconsciously.

The boy interrupted him, "I'll go!"

Fern's tone was tense, as if a monster would rush out of the living room at any moment and eat him. Melville couldn't refuse such a seemingly tough but actually very fragile Master Fern, "Then I'll be with you." The

kitchen and living room were not far away, and Fern watched Melville skillfully take out the Two teacups and a teapot.

His oriental-style eyes carefully looked at Melville from top to bottom, from his strong chest to his smooth arm muscles.

Although not as good as Mori Madara, it is also full of power.

Melville was a little nervous when he looked at him, thinking that his secretive thoughts had been discovered, and those places touched by the young man's eyes couldn't help but feel a little hot.

With a dry throat, he said, "Master...is there something wrong with me?" "

...Mel," Fern suddenly leaned closer to Melville's ear.

His voice was soft, as if he was afraid of being heard by someone, and his voice was almost breathless, "You are the knight my father gave me to protect me, so it shouldn't be a problem to deal with monsters, right?" "Well, ordinary monsters

, I should be able to solve it." The brown-haired youth didn't dare to move, staring straight ahead stiffly.

Ordinary Warcraft?

Could it be an ordinary monster that can kill Bishop Jones?

Melville had never fought against anyone from the seminary, and Fern couldn't compare his strength with the bishop's.

But since even his father wanted to send himself to please Jones, besides the status of bishop, Jones' strength should not be something Melville could handle.

What's more, Senban is even more powerful than Jones...

The hope ignited in Fern's heart suddenly went out again.

When Melville heard the young master suddenly ask such a question, he thought he was in danger somewhere, and asked, "Where did the young master see the monster? It's really too dangerous!" Heh

! idiot!

Fern sneered in his heart.

That monster is sitting majestically in the living room, and you are still preparing high-quality black tea for him!

Fern really wants Melville to deal with Morimara, but Melville's chances of success are very small, in case Morimara hears that he instigated it... After thinking about the stakes, the black-haired

boy denied it, "No , I'm just asking casually."

He poured black tea with a faint tea fragrance into the teapot with flowers painted on a white background, and asked Melville, wearing thick gloves, to pick up the boiling iron pot and pour water into it.

The tea leaves quickly unfolded in the hot water, turning the transparent liquid a deep red.

Fern pursed his lips tightly, pinching the handle of the teapot with his slender knuckles, without even noticing that his fingertips were burning red.

At this moment, somewhere in the seminary, the old man caressed his scepter and sighed.

"It seems that Jones should be dead. He disappeared in the seminary. I don't understand. What kind of existence can kill a bishop so lightly?

" Influenced by the gods, but the strength will not suddenly soar to this level -

besides, nearly a hundred students entered the beast field this time, and the casualties are not much different from usual.

But...

if it wasn't a monster, what would it be?

The man kneeling at his feet had already had a premonition of the news of Jones' death, and he lowered his head.

"Your Majesty, due to the inexplicable disappearance of Bishop Jones, there have been some riots in the academy recently among the priests, teachers and students. I think, maybe we should elect the son of God as soon as possible, hold an altar, and offer our devout loyalty to the god."

This The proposal is not without merit.

The old man suddenly remembered that there was still a "sacred man" in their academy!

It is said that when he tested his affinity, he was so loved by the gods that he gave down countless times more power than others, and even exploded the God Stone, a miracle appeared!

"What's the name of that divinely favored man?"

The man: "Reporting to Your Majesty, his name is Neil Fern."

"Neil Fern..." The old man stood up and took a few steps, "This I haven't heard of the last name, isn't he a child of the royal family and those dukes?" "

Yes, he is just an illegitimate son of an earl, and it seems that his body still has oriental blood, and his hair color and pupils are all rare black ."

The man thought of several teachers' comments on Fern.

"Your Majesty, I don't think Neil Fern is suitable to be a son of God. Apart from his unusually high affinity, he is lazy, selfish and holds grudges. He is really useless! I suggest that the Son of God can choose a child with a high affinity and work hard ..."

Unexpectedly, the Pope laughed.

He tapped the man's head with his scepter, "Quiller, you are already a bishop, you should be very clear about how weak and weak human beings are." "

Our strength comes from the great existence of faith, a person with high affinity, A child who can be liked by the gods is enough to make people ignore all his shortcomings! Are your thoughts, the thoughts of ants, important?" The implication is that the Pope believes that only Neil Fern can be the son of

God.

Quiller opened his mouth, but finally chose to obey the old man's words.

"His Holiness, I will deal with this matter as soon as possible."

Yu Bai still doesn't know that he is going to become the Son of God soon, and he is still showing that he is "not afraid of Senban at all", making tea and feeding fruit, and even talking about bullying others as a joke , to make Mori Madara happy.

"Tsk tsk tsk, is this how you pretend to lower Sen Madara's vigilance?" The system felt hot!

Yu Bai puffed out his chest, confidently said, "At least I'll ask him now if he likes me, and he won't be OOC!"

Because it will definitely be interpreted by Sen Madara as having ulterior motives!

The boy put his finger stained with fruit juice into his mouth and licked it.

"Although I was scared at that time, I thought about it later, you did this for me, right? I shouldn't be afraid of you. Even now that I think about it, as a monster, you are willing to pretend to be a human to accompany me. He probably likes me a lot, right?"

Fern stuck out his tongue while speaking.

Senban's eyes suddenly darkened.

He knew that Fern was lying to him. Although the words uttered from this red mouth were sweet, they were poisonous, but he couldn't help himself not to believe it.

Even the brain felt tingly and numb.

"Fern!"

At this moment, Jeremy knocked on the door suddenly, and while knocking, he shouted outside: "Fern! Open the door, I have good news for you!!"

Yu Bai: ? ? ?

WTF?

He's about to enter the show, and Jeremy's behavior will be scolded in a modern crew!

"I'll go and open the door." Melville wiped his fruit-cutting hands, thinking about what happened today, why so many people came to the door, could it be that the young master's temper changed and he made many new friends?

But he was very strange, because he was with Master Fern every day, and he didn't feel any changes in Master...

Jeremy froze when he saw Melville.

"The young master is in the living room."

"Oh, oh good." Jeremy understood that the brown-haired young man who didn't look like an ordinary person was actually Fern's manservant!

He held back a huge piece of good news in his heart, so that he had no time to pay attention to Melville, a valet who was not like a valet.

After Jeremy entered the living room, he saw that Senban was there, sitting next to Fern.

Both of them had their backs to Jeremy, shoulders leaning close, Fern was talking, and after a while he took a sneak peek at Senban with his stunning eyes, and the latter had a smile on his lips the whole time. , looking very relaxed.

"Sen Madara is here too." Jeremy suddenly felt that he was a bit redundant, and spit out a few words embarrassingly.

When Fern heard this, he looked back at him. There was still a little black tea soup on his red lips, which looked like dessert, tender and soft.

"That's right, Morimara is my good friend. What good news did you bring?"

Jeremy recalled the scene of Fern mercilessly commanding Moriban at the animal farm. Is this a good friend? ? ?

He, he pretended not to know anything, "A bishop named Quiller was arranging the altar. He said, the Pope ordered you to be the Son of God! Fern! You are the Son of God! It will be officially announced on the altar the day after tomorrow. Already!"

Son of God ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! Jeremy screamed silently!

Although he has no real power, apart from the Pope, even the bishop must salute when he sees the Son of God!

Even if the candidate for the son of God is not Jeremy, as a witness, he almost jumped up excitedly!

Fern was a little surprised. He stood up, his black grape-like eyes sparkled like stars, "Being the Son of God, can I meet the Pope?" "Of course!"

Jeremy gave an affirmative answer, " For such an important event, the Pope will definitely appear, and you will be able to see it at the altar the day after tomorrow!"

"Great!"

The bishop can't deal with Morimara, but the Pope should be able to, right? Even the Pope couldn't do it... Fern remembered that he had heard before that an ordinary altar is very similar to the God's Descent technique, and only needs to change a little material...

Then he will secretly carry the materials up!

Fern didn't believe that Morima could be more powerful than a god? !

Mori Madara lowered his eyes and looked at his empty hand.

When Fern heard that he could meet the Pope, he suddenly withdrew his hand, and he refused to even pretend.

Mori Madara didn't move, his back was still facing Jeremy.

Listening to Fern and Jeremy's eager conversation, there was no reluctance in the boy's heartfelt laughter. The man lowered his head halfway, his slightly long forehead hair covering his eyes.

The vines clinging to the outer wall of the house, as well as the plants hidden in the darkness in the corner, all twisted restlessly.

"That's right!" Fern suddenly remembered something.

He walked behind Sen Ban in three or two steps, put his hands on his broad shoulders, his head protruded from the side of Sen Ban's face, and his long eyelashes brushed the latter's cheek.

The itching almost seeped into the bone marrow.

"Mori Madara, will you come to see me the day after tomorrow?" Different from the cold eyes, the boy's begging tone was soft, and even his breath was sweet.

"Don't you like me very much? If you are willing to come, I will promise you one condition, you can do whatever you want~"

Fern's voice was low and weak, as if if he didn't pay attention, he would be blown away by the wind like.

Seeing Senban nodding, Yu Bai said yes in his heart!

Of course he knows his god drop technique, and he will probably summon the man in front of him. His real purpose is not the altar, but this "condition"~