take the lamb to school

"Yes, I was the one who took them to stop your convoy."

The boy Arnold admitted without the slightest hesitation.

Virgal's eyes showed deep meaning, "You...know me? Why do you say I am a saint?"

"No, Virgal..." Yi Ling looked at the people around him hesitantly, "I remember he said you were a 'beautiful brother' yesterday..."

"These are just excuses I came up with randomly. In fact, your real identity... other than being the second prince of the Nesse royal family——" Arnold looked at Vigal intently, "you are still a god. What I said right?"

Yi Ling's eyes widened, she couldn't believe that these were words spoken by a seven-year-old boy.Although what he said was not entirely correct, it would not be something a child could know!

Without waiting for Yi Ling to express his opinion, Arnold continued: "I saw the statue of the god in the most secret inner hall of the Temple of Light."

"Why don't you think that's just a coincidence?" Virgal asked.

"If it's just a coincidence, someone will definitely take the similar appearance of the God of Light and the prince as a talking point. And Duoya's Temple of Light happens to have an envoy who has studied in Mingsalu."

A Nuo said: "I asked that adult, he has seen you. But he didn't reveal any connection between you under my temptation. This is the most unusual thing."

Vigal raised another possibility: "Perhaps, all the envoys of the Temple of Light have been warned not to tell this matter?"

A Nuo shook his head: "But, this is obviously a good thing. The descendants of the royal family look like gods. Doesn't this mean that the royal family is deeply blessed? Why hide it?"

Vigal said: "So——you have determined that I am the God of Light?"

"My talent is related to 'breath'."

A Nuo said seriously: "There are many poor people in Duoya, and I am also poor. At that time, we couldn't afford food, and the relief items distributed by the Temple of Light were pitifully small, so I sneaked into the inner hall hiding my breath."

"There, I not only received offerings from people to the God of Light, but also saw His true face."

"One day later, I met you by chance in Doya. Your breath blended with the gods. So I guessed that you were the human being transformed into the God of Light."

"I told my friends, when you see a pretty brother, don't take the initiative to talk, and the food will be delivered to you. They are just ordinary children with low talents, and they can't tell the truth from what I say. What they want is very simple, as long as it is beneficial. That's enough."

"I blocked the way yesterday because I just wanted to confirm that Mingming really came. But they were happy all night just because they knew that the beautiful brother who left the food and carriage last year was the legendary Prince."

Yi Ling was puzzled and said, "Arnold, why did you let the children follow us?"

"Because the breath of the gods can really drive away bad luck, sir." A Nuo glanced at Yi Ling with the eyes of a fool, "You walk with the gods, don't you notice that your luck has improved?"

"Ah? Is there?" Yi Ling thought hard.

Vegal knocked on Yi Ling's forehead, then squatted down, eyes level with Anuo, and said solemnly: "You are a child who is too smart. Let me tell you why the envoy of the Temple of Light They kept silent on the matter."

"As envoys serving the God of Light, the only one who can keep them secret is the God of Light. The God of Light erases the envoy's association between the two. Even if the envoy abdicates in the future, this restriction will always be engraved on their hearts. in mind."

A Nuo asked keenly: "Why? Why do you say that? Isn't the God of Light just yourself?"

Virgal gave him an appreciative look, stood up and said, "No, I'm not. But—I will be."

On the way back, Yi Ling sat in the driver's seat, constantly feeling Arnold's maturity.

"When I was seven, I could only herd sheep. But Arnold, he tried his best to keep his friends from starving, and he was so calm and quick-witted. He was wiser than some grown-ups."

Virgal was holding the rein by his side, "Precocious children are always a minority. Besides, because of precociousness, Arnold also lost a lot of children's happiness, didn't he?"

"I admire him very much, Vigal. He has a kind of magical power. He looks so cute, and his voice is so immature, but people can't help but believe what he said." Yi Ling turned to Vigal, "What about you? What were you doing when you were seven?"

"I?"

Vigal thought about it, and when he was seven years old without awakening memories, he seemed to be no different from other children. Apart from studying, he fought all day long, and was beaten unilaterally by his overly strong brother Dana.

He didn't want Yi Ling to know about this terrible past.

Thinking of this, Vegal had no choice but to excuse that he forgot to perfunctory the past.

"Forgot?" Yi Ling regretted, "I really want to see what you looked like when you were a child, Virgal."

Virgal was guilty and silent.

Yi Ling said again: "Arnold said today that the breath of the gods can drive away bad luck. Is this true?"

Virgal nodded: "To a certain extent, he is right. It's just that it doesn't work for you."

"Let me guess—" Yi Ling thought for a while and said, "Is it because I have the blood of a god? Compared with other human beings, this is the only thing that makes me unique."

"Yeah." Virgal nodded with a smile.

"But why do I think it's still quite useful?" Yi Ling recalled the past, "The first time I met you, I turned danger into safety. After coming to Mingsalu... I was full of rumors, and it was because of you that I misunderstood I realized the 'supernatural power' by accident, and then my grades got better and better, breaking some of my classmates' prejudice against me... And then, you took me to the Moon God Temple, and I saw my mother."

The more Yi Ling spoke, the more excited she became, "Many turning points in my life seem to have been brought to me by you, Virgal."

"Then, have you ever thought that your original luck can be so good? Not everyone can get through the difficulties smoothly when they encounter danger, right?" Vigal raised his eyebrows and said.

"... makes sense." Yi Ling looked at Vigal's face and smiled lightly, "But I would rather believe the third theory, that is, half of the luck is my own, and the other half is brought to me by you." .”

Virgal laughed along with him.

The warm wind blowing in the afternoon, an unremarkable carriage was walking slowly on the streets of Duoya.

There were two coachmen sitting in the carriage, one in a black cloak, like a strange man, and the other in coarse linen, like a country bumpkin.

The wind hides their whispers—

"Vigar, tell me, when Arnold grows up, will he follow our advice and come to Red Thorn Academy?"

"He has his destiny. The only thing we can do for him is to recommend him in Mr. Hudson's selection..."

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So it turns out that Archer really thought too much, he was obviously pinched by the desire for food...