Crown of Silence

Chapter 415 Where there is no evil

In the darkness, Philip dreamed of butterflies.

The butterfly shed fluorescent light and flew under the red sky, dancing and blurring. He slowly opened his eyes. The hilt of the sword was filled with body heat and was held tightly.

Thick curtains covered the front of the window, blocking the hot light outside the window. In the dimness, he saw Colt's eyes, as if he hadn't slept for a long time, full of bloodshot eyes, and his hair was disheveled, like a beggar's.

"What time is it now?" Philip asked.

"One p.m."

"I've been sleeping for so long."

Philip murmured softly, stretched out his hand, and opened the curtains. The sunlight shone on the old face, revealing fatigue and weakness, and the blood vessels under the skin showed a hint of dark green.

It was a powerful poison that penetrated into the body like a tarsal maggot.

In the past five days, since the attack on Iron Wheel, the assassinations against them have not stopped, and they have become more and more crazy each time. Fortunately, they made a prompt decision and switched from the sea route to the land route, otherwise there would be many mysterious murderous intentions hidden in the sea.

Unfortunately, the land route is also difficult to travel. As if they smelled blood, the killers chased after them one after another. They used various methods in an endless stream, including attacks, poisoning, secret attacks, and even a group of horse thieves who received the assistance of a large number of embargoed weapons and charged head-on. …

There are many musicians without dignity among them, and the secretive methods of various schools are difficult to guard against. Two blood-clothed priests had died during the journey, and Philip didn't even know how one of them died.

By the time he realized something was wrong, the assassin disguised as a priest had already stabbed the poisonous dagger into his heart. Phillip, who was seriously injured, led Colt to break out of the siege. Covered by the night and noise, they sneaked into the earth's veins and followed the underground river to this place, and finally found a safe refuge.

Finally got the long-lost respite.

Faint footsteps were approaching, the door was quietly pushed open a gap, someone tiptoed in, and the crisp sound of steel colliding was heard.

At that moment, Colt raised his bloodshot eyes, stretched out his hand to hold down the dagger, pounced on the shadow, stuck his hand and pinned him to the ground.

"who!"

With a clang, the brass dinner plate fell to the ground, and a few oatmeal cakes fell to the ground, covered in dust.

The young man whose throat was strangled fell to the ground. Seeing Colt's ferocious expression, his face turned pale: "God, the priest asked me to deliver the food. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... He said you were sleeping, let me I don’t want to disturb you…”

"I'm sorry for scaring you, kid."

Phillip climbed up holding on to the wall, helped the young man up, and reached out to dust him off the robe. Finally, I picked up the oatmeal bread from the ground, prayed a few words in a low voice, and began to eat seriously, regardless of the dust on it.

Colt watched the young man run away in embarrassment, holding the bread in his hand but not eating it:

"Are the people here trustworthy?"

In the past few days, he had seen too many betrayals, and even the insightful Musician of Apocalypse could not determine where the truly deadly poisonous needle was hidden.

"Peace of mind."

Master Philip said: “The priest here is a priest who graduated from Trinity College in the Holy City. He is a devout believer and was originally an ascetic. He voluntarily came to this remote town to preach in this remote town four years ago. His loyalty to the order is unquestionable.

There are only two people in this small church: he and his apprentice. No one will know that we are here. "

Colt said nothing, still doubtful. He carefully lifted a corner of the curtains and looked at the dilapidated church outside the window. It looked decadent and had not been repaired for many years.

At the door of the church, the priest in shabby clothes whispered a few words of encouragement to the mournful apprentice, picked up the scripture, turned around and left in a hurry.

Colt narrowed his eyes.

"He was going to give reading and writing lessons to the children in the neighborhood and raise funds for the cost of repairing the church."

Phillip seemed to know what he was thinking, and his voice was calm: "This is what I told him, everything is as usual, except for daily water, just treat us as if we don't exist."

"The church is too dilapidated..."

"This is the territory directly under the jurisdiction of the Order. It is protected by the bell tower. No one can spy on the situation here. Rest peacefully, Colt. We will set off tomorrow morning."

Colt put down the curtains and lay in the corner behind the door, wrapped in a blanket, but couldn't sleep, his eyes were irritated.

"Hasn't there been any reply from the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith?"

For several days in a row, all the messages they sent to the Holy City fell into silence. All the messages seemed to be completely blocked. It was as if an invisible hand had extinguished all the messages they sent for help, leaving them in a desperate situation on an isolated island. Then he will hold them in his palm little by little, and let them die in a long suffocation.

Colt knew very well who could do such a thing, and that was why he was so panicked and... resentful.

teacher……

His nails dug into his palms, and his eyes were filled with hatred: It must be you, Mr. Heisenberg. Who else can achieve this level besides the Keepers of Secrets?

You really want me to die!

The sound of teeth snapping.

"Help is coming soon."

Master Philip was chewing bitter oatmeal cakes with a peaceful expression. The hoarse voice woke him up: "Even if the Sea of ​​Ether is blocked, it does not mean that there are no other means of communication.

Don't worry, Colt, this is my last time to comfort you. Although the Ministry of Doctrine of the Faith is not as good as before, it cannot be underestimated by anyone. "

Before he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

Colt's whole body was tense, like a frightened bird, but Philip stood up.

He opened the door, and outside the door was a priest in red robes who came silently.

The middle-aged priest was equipped with two extremely long swords, light armor under his robes, and the badge of the Hammer of Judgment was engraved on the arm armor on the back of his hand. His face was ordinary, but his slender eyes seemed to contain lightning, which was chilling.

"Teacher, I received your letter and rushed here."

He knelt on one knee on the ground, bowed his head and reported: "I brought all the members who were on missions nearby, five purgatory musicians, and sixteen witch hammers, waiting for your dispatch. "

Around the courtyard, the sword-wielding priests stood silently, like stone statues. Several musicians were hidden among them, calm and restrained, but their bodies contained a cruel music theory like the judgment of purgatory.

They are all the trump cards hidden in the dark by the Ministry of Doctrine of the Faith, and they are the elite who can defeat a hundred with one.

Even a hundred years ago, such a team was enough to thoroughly clean up and purify a sect of evil gods, erect layers of stakes, and burn the whole sky red.

"See, Colt, there is no need to regret, you made the wisest choice."

Philip patted Colt on the shoulder: "The majesty of God cannot be insulted, and sinners will pay the price for their actions. From today on, they are your subordinates and will defend your life to the death.

What the keeper can't give you, the Ministry of Doctrine of the Faith can give you more. From today on, everything you say and do is sacred! "

Silently, the Purgatory musicians and the Witch Hammers half-knelt on the ground and respectfully paid tribute to Colt.

Colt stared blankly at the priests and musicians kneeling in front of him. After a long time, a smile appeared on his empty face. He laughed loudly, bowed his head to Master Philip, and kissed the holy emblem on his ring:

"Everything for the Supreme God!"

His pupils drooped, and his empty eyes were like a furnace, burning with resentment, resentment and anger. Something terrible was burning.

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In the courtyard of the carpenter's house, the sound of reading aloud ended.

"Children, today's reading and writing class ends here."

Father Luca closed the Holy Scripture in his hand: "After returning, please recite the chapter explained today again and copy it out. If you don't understand anything, you can stay and ask me. ”

The two-hour reading and writing class finally ended. The playful children couldn't help but cheer and scattered. The priest looked at the mess on the ground and couldn't help but sigh. He bent down, picked up the broom from the corner of the yard, and began to clean up the debris on the ground.

After so many years in the town, perhaps he didn't have the talent for preaching, and the number of believers didn't increase much, let alone raising funds for repairing the church. The people who came to send the children to the reading and writing class were all craftsmen or farmers. They didn't have much money at all. Even the venue for the class was provided by the carpenter's family.

If this goes on, the repair of the church may be a long way off.

He sighed, but felt someone pulling his clothes from behind.

"Father." A childish voice sounded.

He looked back and saw the little boy holding the heavy scriptures with pure and curious eyes, so he couldn't help but laugh: "Little Mueller, haven't you left yet? Didn't you understand today's class? "

Little Mueller scratched his head in embarrassment.

Father Luca smiled, pulled a bench over and sat down, and said softly: "The content of today's chapter may be a little complicated for children. It is normal that they can't understand it."

The content of the reading and writing class comes from the Bible. In order to prevent children from feeling bored, he will select some interesting stories from it to tell them.

The content of today's lesson is the story of the sinner LS Lu being resurrected by God's grace. It is a little difficult to understand for adults, let alone children?

Mueller is his favorite among all the children in the class. He doesn't make noise, listens to the class seriously and carefully, and studies attentively. He plans to train him as his apprentice in a few years.

This way, there will be one more apprentice in the church, and he can be more relaxed. Therefore, he will naturally spare no effort in teaching.

"Father, Father, why did LS Lu resurrect?"

Mueller asked curiously: "He committed so many sins. "

"Because of God's mercy, child. "

Father Luca bent down, stroked the child's forehead, and said kindly: "God loves the world, so even sinners can be reborn.

LS has seen hell, so he knows the value of life and the beauty of justice. As long as he is alive, he must atone for the mistakes he has made. "

"What about the good people?"

Mueller tilted his head and looked at him, confused and asked: "Can't the good people be reborn?"

The priest was silent for a long time, and smiled reluctantly: "After death, the good people will go to heaven."

"Heaven?" Mueller asked doubtfully.

"Yes, heaven."

The priest said: "Heaven is a place without evil."

Mueller nodded as if he understood, asked a few questions, and left.

Watching Mueller leave, the priest sat in a chair, silent for a long time, closed his eyes and prayed softly.

In the distance, hurried footsteps sounded.

"Father! Father! "

The apprentice in the church ran in breathlessly, sweating profusely, as if he was being chased by a pack of wolves. He held on to the door, panting violently, and could hardly speak.

"Fundraising, our fundraising..."

"What's wrong with fundraising?"

Father Luca sighed and said gently: "Everyone's life is very hard, it's normal that no one donates. Especially at this time, we need to support each other more..."

"No, no!"

The apprentice interrupted him and stuffed a crumpled paper into his hand: "This is what a kind person gave us just now... He didn't even leave his name!"

It was a check.

Father Luca looked at the check and was soon frightened by the series of numbers on the check, which came from the 'Holy Asgard Central Bank', the treasury of Asgard.

This is a bearer check. In other words, anyone holding it can withdraw this exaggerated amount of money anytime and anywhere without any obstacles.

After confirming that he was not dreaming, Luca fell into ecstasy, happy like a child, hugging his apprentice and laughing and jumping, praying incoherently.

"Thank God, thank that kind-hearted man! After so many years, the church can finally be renovated!"

The apprentice couldn't help shaking his head:

"Father, with this much money, we can build a new one..."

Boom!

Before he finished speaking, there was a deafening roar.

The earth shook violently, and cracks appeared on the walls. In the storm, dark clouds rose slowly from a distance, like mushrooms, forming huge umbrellas.

In it, red flames rose from the ground, embellishing the scene of destruction. But no one was in the mood to appreciate it.

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"It's so tragic. The whole church was razed to the ground by the rift of the earth veins. Fortunately, the priest and the apprentice were not there, and there were no casualties."

Outside the town, on the distant hills, a young man in a wheelchair put down his telescope and sighed.

Behind him, his men handed the remaining checks to the people beside him.

"There is a boat waiting for you at the nearest dock, go out to sea immediately." The man in the wheelchair waved his hand: "Go to the East, to the Southern Islands, to India, wherever you want to go, you are not allowed to come back within ten years."

"This is..."

The skinny old man looked at the check in his hand, and his eyelids couldn't help twitching twice: 30% more than what was agreed!

He carefully picked them up and put them in his arms. Finally, he said goodbye with a flattering smile: "Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Watson! Thank you, the great 'saint' Mr. Holmes!"

He praised and thanked him for a long time, and finally left.

"'Saint' Holmes? Is he a saint if he gives money quickly?"

Watson touched his chin and pondered:

"He might like this new nickname."