American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 85 Salafir: I have no secrets.

Locke sighed helplessly and walked towards his big bed carrying this hot potato.

"call out!"

Like a nimble monkey, Sarafiel slipped into the bed, revealing only a pair of bright, sleepless eyes, looking at him expectantly.

"Dad, it's come to this."

The little guy's voice had a bit of a spoiled nasal tone, "Tell me a story, I can't sleep."

Locke lay on the edge of the bed, looking at his son's eyes full of curiosity, and thought for a moment.

Um.
Maybe this is also a good entry point?

"Ok."

Locke cleared his throat, his voice particularly clear in the silent room.

"Long, long ago, at the top of a lava-filled abyss, there lurked a dragon that terrified the entire kingdom."

"Its body is as big as a mountain, its scales are like iron, its mouth spews flames, its eyes gleam with ferocity. It loves to kidnap princesses, burn villages, and burn the armor of Saints to charcoal..."

"Wow"

Sarafiel listened intently, his little fist unconsciously clenching the corner of the quilt.

Locke's voice was rhythmic, depicting the dragon's cruelty and power vividly. Sarafiel held his breath when he heard it, as if he was on the battlefield with raging flames.

It was not until the story that the evil dragon was influenced by the mysterious sage from Locke Farm during a shocking battle, and finally gave up the power of destruction, willing to protect the lives of the people and become the legendary guardian dragon.

Sarafiel's tense face finally relaxed and he breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Okay, the story is over." Locke patted his son's head gently, "Now..."

"Well, it's time to go to bed."

Sarafiel nodded vigorously, a satisfied smile on his face.

He turned over and, like a little animal seeking warmth, naturally hugged Locke's strong arms, rested his furry little head on them, rubbed them, murmured comfortably, and closed his eyes.

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Feeling the weight and warmth on his arm, Locke looked at his son's peaceful sleeping face.

Is this development not right?
He hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't help it.

Locke tilted his head slightly and spoke tentatively in a very light and gentle voice, as if afraid of disturbing his sweet dream:
"Sarafil?"

"Hmm?" The little guy responded in a daze, his eyes slightly opened.

"Dad...how about I share a little secret with you?"

Locke's voice was coaxing, as if he was sharing a precious apple.

"secret?"

Sarafiel's eyes widened instantly, the sleepiness swept away, and they sparkled with gossip and excitement.

"Okay, okay! What's the secret?"

He suddenly perked up, twisting his little body and looking up at his father curiously.

Locke lowered his voice like a thief and leaned close to his son's ear:

"Just a few days ago, your brother Dio's top-grade Wagyu steak...actually, it wasn't Clark who stole it."

Sarafiel's eyes widened instantly.

You know, Brother Clark was puzzled for a long time during that time and didn't know how he had annoyed Brother Dio.

"it's me……"

There was a hint of embarrassment in Locke's tone.

"Dad was hungry in the middle of the night and couldn't help but secretly fried it and ate it."

"puff--!"

Sarafiel was stunned at first, then he couldn't help laughing out loud, his little shoulders shaking.

"Haha! So that's how it is! No wonder Dior's face was so dark that morning!" "Mhm." Locke nodded, his face showing a "you know what I mean" expression.

"Yeah." Sarafiel also nodded like him, with a cunning look of "I understand you" on his face.

"Yeah." The father and son nodded in understanding again and smiled at each other.

However, after the laugh, the room fell into a brief silence.

The father and son looked at each other in the moonlight, and the air was filled with silent expectation.

Locke looked at his son's clear and innocent eyes, which seemed to be filled with the entire starry sky. He waited and waited, and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He took a deep breath and decided not to beat around the bush, but to get straight to the point!

There was a subtle seriousness in his tone:

"Sarafil," he gently pinched his son's face, "So... don't you have any little secrets you want to share with Daddy?"

"secret?"

Sarafiel blinked her big eyes, her long eyelashes fluttered like little fans, and her face was full of innocent confusion.

"Dad, what secrets do I have? I go to school, train, play, and sleep every day. My biggest secret might be that I've secretly hidden a chocolate bar with a liqueur filling that you gave me and I haven't been able to eat it yet!"

That expression, that tone, was so natural and innocent that it made people feel soft-hearted.

The corners of Locke's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

This guy! He acted quite like it!
Looking at Sarafiel's attitude, the fatherly tenderness in Locke's heart was instantly replaced by the thought, 'this little bastard is quite pretentious.'

If we keep going around in circles like this, we won’t be able to get to the bottom of it by dawn.

"Ugh……"

Locke sighed meaningfully, as if he had finally made up his mind.

Under Sarafiel's confused gaze, he slowly raised his free hand.

The fingertips moved lightly in the air, like skimming across the surface of calm water, extremely casually yet with incredible precision.

"Hey!"

A tiny, dark crack in space, as if cut by an invisible sharp blade, instantly appeared in the air in front of the two people!

The smile and confusion on Sarafiel's face froze in an instant!
He suddenly sat up straight, his eyes widened, and his mouth opened unconsciously, wide enough to fit an egg!
He stared at the crack that appeared out of nowhere, the blood drained from his face, leaving only shock and disbelief!

Even.
"Dad. Dad also has authority?!"

Even the "God's Capital" screamed in his ears in disbelief.

Before Sarafiel could recover from this surreal scene, Locke looked towards the crack and whispered in a familiar tone, as if calling his own puppy, "Come out, glutton, and show yourself."

"Woooo~"

A low hum with a hint of laziness and coquettishness was heard.

Then, the palm-sized dragon-shaped shadow with shimmering dark golden scales gracefully poked its head out of the crack as if it had leaped out of the water.

It circled around Locke's fingertips affectionately twice, and finally hovered steadily between the father and son.

Those eyes made purely of golden energy looked at the stunned Sarafiel and even tilted their little head.

Looking away from the cute little dragon soul, Locke returned his gaze to his son's paper filled with—

"Who am I? Where am I? What do I see?"

Shocked little face.

His eyes became serious, with an oppressive feeling of "leniency to those who confess, severity to those who resist"!
"Saraphiel Kent!"

Locke's voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable majesty.

"This is the first lesson Daddy taught you—please don't tell lies to your family!"

He stretched out his finger and gently tapped the tip of his son's nose, which was trembling slightly with shock.
"Now, tell your father the truth!"

(End of this chapter)