American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

"Dad... Dad? You wouldn't..."

He swallowed hard and uttered the word with difficulty, "...illegitimate child?"

There was no immediate answer to this outrageous question.

Locke calmly stood up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside the window, the metropolitan skyline sparkles in the rising sun, full of vitality and hope.

"Dior."

Locke turned around, and the morning sunlight outlined a golden silhouette behind him, making his figure look a little hazy and tall.

The boy stared at his father in a daze.

"Do you remember the question you asked me a long time ago?" Locke said gently.

The floodgates of memory burst open——

My younger self, curled up on the sofa, tilted my head back, and asked in confusion:

"Why did you adopt me?"

The man's warm hand fell on his head, with a reassuring roughness, and a bright smile:

"Why? There's no need to worry about why. Our destiny as father and son has come to an end, that's all." He ruffled Dio's hair, his eyes warm. "I'm destined to be your father, and you're destined to be my son."

"..."

Dio clenched and unclenched his fists.

In the end, he just scratched his messy blond hair fiercely:

"That's up to you! But don't expect me to change his diaper!"

"Ah."

Gray listened quietly the entire time, not revealing any unnecessary curiosity. She simply walked lightly to the crib and gently lifted the still sleeping baby with her slender fingers.

"Mr. Locke, what is the child's name?"

Locke was stunned when he heard this.

Then I remembered that the little one’s name has not been decided yet.

The original name must not be used. After all, if someone asks what the child’s name is——

"Hello, this is Saint Kent."

That child will probably have a psychological trauma for the rest of his life.

"name……"

Locke looked out the window again. The rising sun was bursting out, dyeing the sky a brilliant golden red.

After experiencing the life-or-death struggle and the baptism of rebirth from the ashes last night, a name naturally emerged in his mind as if ignited by the morning light.

Fire Demon

Then that's it.

"Seraphiel," he whispered. "Seraphiel Kent!"

"."

Seraph? Seraph?

Logan smacked his lips, feeling that the remaining half of the banana in his hand suddenly became tasteless.

He looked at Locke, who had a confident and meaningful expression, and then at Dio, who looked unhappy and awkward. In the end, he just shook his head slightly, his bearded face full of confusion.

This guy... is becoming increasingly difficult to understand.

-

hell.

Lava Throne.

The goat demon's six eyes blinked at different frequencies, and twisted flames were reflected in its lava-like pupils.

"wrong."

His whisper caused the souls beneath his seat to shudder collectively.

A mirror made of human bones was suspended in front of him, which was supposed to show the perspective of his subordinates.

Can.

Malbas tapped the armrest of the throne in frustration.

At this moment, the mirror surface was filled with a chaotic, blurry, and constantly rolling... dazzling red halo!

Like meaningless paint splashed on by some brutal and unreasonable force, it completely obscured all information!

The relatives who were sent by themselves

He carefully selected and spent his original power to send up his capable followers

Looks dead!

"I clearly... delivered it!" He gritted his teeth in hatred.

It’s all because of that loser Durance!

I led him back to hell and used the blood of thousands of demons to cultivate him.

This allowed him to fight his way back to the human world.

The result? Now, he's been killed before even half a year has passed!

Damn it

How can a mere human be so powerful?!

The original setting was that Locke should not know Sarafiel's identity during this time period.

The general plot is to have a climax in the next thirty chapters, in which Sarafiel awakens and reveals the identity of the Holy Lord.

But writing it this way is a bit suspenseful, so after thinking about it, I decided to forget it.

Chapter 54: Lionel: Sorry, I thought you finally couldn't help but tell the IRS

Standing on the balcony of the East Wing guest room.

Locke leaned against the carved railing, holding a cup of steaming coffee in his hand. The cool morning breeze blew across his cheek, carrying the unique salty and humid smell of the distant bay.

It has to be said that Luther Manor's geographical location is indeed unique.

It stands majestically on a cliff overlooking the metropolis. From here, the entire city skyline looks like a carefully cut crystal array, sparkling in the golden morning light.

"hu~hu~"

The slight exhalation sound made Locke subconsciously look down at the crib beside him.

Sarafiel was curled up in a soft swaddling cloth and sleeping soundly. Her pink little face rose and fell slightly with her breathing, and her dark eyelashes looked like transparent wings in the morning light.

With a slight smile, Locke immersed himself in the tranquility of surviving the disaster.

until

"du~du~du~"

The flip phone on the table suddenly vibrated, and the monotonous ringtone was particularly harsh in the quiet morning light.

Um.

It seems that the phone Gray was going to get was exactly the same as the original one, even the number was the same.

etc.

Seeing Sarafiel's eyelids twitching, as if he was about to wake up, Locke was so scared that he quickly stepped forward, picked up the phone almost in a panic, and quickly slid open the flip cover with his fingertips.

He pressed the answer button, and Jonathan's powerful voice immediately came from the receiver, with the noisy clucking of hens in the background:

"Locke! Where have you been? The farm is almost flooded with chicken eggs!"

Locke couldn't help but chuckle, and the image of Jonathan standing in the chicken coop, surrounded by eggs on the ground, flustered and helpless, suddenly appeared in his mind.

The heaviness of the past few days seemed to be diluted a little by the familiar atmosphere of fireworks.

"A little problem."

He took a sip of coffee, his tone relaxed.

"Let's talk about it in detail when we get back. After all, phone calls are very expensive."

"But I have good news." Locke paused, his eyes unconsciously drifting towards the crib, "The Kent family is going to have a new member."

"..."

There was absolute silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds, as if the signal had been cut off.

"Good! Great! I knew you were reliable!" Then, a hearty laugh, so loud it almost pierced the receiver, suddenly exploded: "Good! Great! Hahaha! I knew you could do it! Martha! Martha! Come here! Locke has made it! We're going to have a new family member! Hahaha!"

?

What's reliable?

He put the phone slightly further away to prevent Jonathan's voice from damaging his ears, but before Locke could continue speaking.

"dududu~"

Jonathan hung up the phone and seemed to be in a hurry to inform Martha.

Locke put the phone back in his pocket and breathed a sigh of relief.

Devil's agent, hellfire, and destined death.

His tense nerves finally relaxed after he made the call.

That night of life and death struggle seemed like a distant nightmare.

But at least for now...

Everything is settled.

He looked down at Sarafiel's peaceful sleeping face, and an unprecedented sense of peace surged in his chest.

Martha and Jonathan are alive and well, relying on the blue ladybug that Giorno accidentally left behind, and they survived the future that Logan said they would die.

And Sarafiel, the little, sleeping dragon.

Finally, she arrived at his side safely.

"Sir, would you like another cup of coffee?"

The maid inquired quietly from the shadows behind the balcony, holding a silver coffee pot.

"No, thank you." Locke shook his head. "Where's my son?"

"Master Lex went out with him this morning," the maid said respectfully, "and said she wanted to show him around the manor."

Locke raised an eyebrow.

Lex?

Never mind. It would be a good thing to have Dio go with us.

The kid's been so tense these days.

As for Logan

Locke couldn't help laughing when he thought of his friend who always did things against the rules.

Before dawn this morning, he came to say goodbye, saying something like, "Now that the matter has been resolved, I should go and do my own thing."

When asked what he was going to do specifically, this guy just pointed to the sky mysteriously.

then

Judging from the direction, it seems that the water route was chosen again.

But overall, judging from Logan's relaxed look, there shouldn't be any danger.

"Boom--!"