Angel on earth

"She is not in good health." Carter said confidently, "The mental state is also——Speaking of this, I almost forgot, I came to get your medicine today, she slept well last month, and she didn't lose her temper with me much Yes. It works very well, so don't tell me about the formula again."

"Pretentious. The day after tomorrow. You can buy margaritas by yourself. I only have a little of that imported one. It's true that Aiden's cargo ships have increased in the past two years, but Potosi's currency has depreciated so fucking fast. , and what kind of goods are the cunning Aiden people transporting..."

The topic suddenly turned to complaints about the instability of international trade in recent years. Mikhail couldn't get in the conversation, so he had to listen all the time, making a mental note, and prepared to go back and ask Rollins.When the two doctors fell silent in one place, he raised his hand and sincerely bowed his head to apologize: "I'm sorry, Arnold, Dr. Carter. I shouldn't doubt my friend's character like this. Please forgive me."

"It doesn't matter. Seriously, it's not that you're bad, make friends with saints..." Arnold waved his hand, "Anyway, you can't just trust me, Carter is also an unreliable bastard. Ask other people. No, the two of us more... just because we were talking about him being an idiot hahahaha...!"

He and Carter started laughing again.Carter had actually changed from laughing at Morozov to laughing at Mikhail. He didn't dare to say it, but after winking, he was sure that Arnold was laughing at this too, with a bit of a wry smile.Sixteen and seventeen-year-old children are the most difficult to deal with, arrogant and lawless, ignorant and dismissive of the world, as if everything should be reasonable, and there is no justice that cannot be upheld in the world.Carter laughed not only at Mikhail, but also at his hapless colleague with whom he was entangled; Arnold stomped on him.

When Mikhail said that he brought flowers over today and put them in the front hall, Carter felt a little sympathetic to Arnold.Arnold hugged the bouquet of hibiscus flowers dumbly, and had to thank him, but he thought in his heart, could it be that for this pious big kid, the "good people" he looks up to in the world are all family members who can be kissed casually?

In any case, Carter felt that since he and Arnold were on the same side, there was a risk of harvesting the friendship of the young saints.As soon as the clothes were dry, he hurriedly found an excuse to slip away, but Mikhail's expression brightened a bit.

Arnold was a little embarrassed, but it would be too embarrassing to ask Mikhail directly if there was something wrong with his thinking; Rollins discovered that maybe the "People's Guardian" would not protect the people of Arnold Edwards.

He didn't think about what to say, several plans were vetoed by himself, and each of them would inevitably arouse the young man's anger or stubborn questioning, so he scratched his hair, stood up, and decided to go to see Morozzo first. Husband's dead body is happy.

When going out, Mikhail was going to carry him out of the front yard full of mud puddles, so scared that he forgot to take his umbrella, so he rushed out of the courtyard door by himself, and ran a few steps among the crooked houses .In the morning, the rain picked up again. There were no people on the street, but the sound of the factory never stopped.Arnold turned his back to Mikhail, took a deep breath, and shouted:

"Morozov is dead!"

He called three times before anyone recognized Dr. Edwards' voice.Many women and children emerged from the densely packed huts. They looked at him with unbelievable joy and anticipation.

Arnold pointed to Mikhail: "This is His Royal Highness Kupala, he asked me to go for an autopsy! According to the "Potosi Land Act" No. 19 rules, the lower district no longer belongs to Morozov and his Descendants!"

For a moment no one spoke.Those people looked a little disappointed, and Arnold didn't expect them to understand right away. After all, for so many years, even the city hall had been shielding Morozov. When a baron died, another nobleman took over. The land would never belong to them.They may even be afraid to express their joy publicly for fear of reprisals.

Regardless of this, Arnold happily followed Mikhail to the autopsy, where he met the city hall coroner.There are quite a few people who are frowning. Who said that most of the officials in Potosi are nobles of the old era?But Arnold doesn't need to worry about it, he was brought by Mikhail Kupala.Thinking of this, he felt guilty, and forgot when he saw Morozov's body.

Morozov is a pig brain, and Arnold patted his meaty thigh and laughed loudly after reading it.The baron was lying in the front hall and died of knife wounds. There should be two murderers, one stabbed him in the chest and the other cut him in the waist.Arnold and the city hall coroner agreed that the murder weapon was two butcher knives.

Arnold could imagine how Morozov had angered the two brothers.It is nothing more than that I have taken over your fields and wives. The elderly are useless, but I will still guarantee food and drink as kind as I am, even though the food in your family is not as good as the pigs raised in the pig pen; children, send them to my factory, the future Not bad, resistance, what resistance, will the city hall listen to the frame of murderers like you, and stay in prison for the rest of your life!He vividly imitated Morozov's expression and behavior for Mikhail, and the policemen standing beside him all laughed, and Mrs. Morozov, who had been wiping her eyes with a handkerchief soaked in onion water, also snorted, and then His complexion changed, and he asked the servant to drive the guy who blasphemed the master out of the manor.

Arnold was refreshed, clapped his hands and went home.Mikhail actually quite agreed: "Many people in the Siegfried Federation are the same as Morozov, even more. I don't understand, can't they think more about things? Uh, I didn't mean that he It should be planned, it's just..."

"Domestic servants are not considered human beings to them." Arnold laughed meanly. "The fact that serfs have their own thoughts and feelings is enough to surprise them. They couldn't figure it out for half a month, and finally came to the conclusion that Conclusion you are lying to him."

Mikhail still didn’t understand. In his heart, even if there were no such stupid people in the world, there shouldn’t be such bad people, even though he did kill a lot in the Siegfried Federation——Potosi looked Tranquility and happiness, everyone has a kind look on their faces.

Arnold returned to the clinic, changed his clothes, and Mikhail naturally followed him.The doctor asked Katya to help dispose of the medicinal materials collected last night, and Mikhail helped to move the screen to make a space.

The teenager doesn't know how to read people's faces, but he has a strong learning ability. He doesn't need the two of them to speak, and after a while, he smoothly integrates into their work.The rain won't stop for a while, and he can also control the fireplace and stove, and adjust the light, temperature and humidity needed to dry the leaves and seeds.

After three o'clock in the afternoon, someone brought afternoon tea over.Mikhail almost burned a pile of dried leaves—he had only seen the servant this morning, at the Morozov estate.Arnold didn't care, thanked him, tasted it himself first, confirmed that it was not poisoned, and put it on the coffee table to share with the two.

The bouquet of hibiscus flowers in the morning had been washed by Katya and placed on the table. Arnold habitually tore a few pieces and chewed, then suddenly jumped up from the sofa, strode across the coffee table, and walked to the window in two or three steps He picked up two squealing cats and drove them outside—the stray cats got acquainted with him, not only generously entered the house to hide from the rain, but also ate the nepeta he had transferred to the window sill, and brought other cats along with them. The small potted plants were also seeded; one particularly clever one jumped up his back along the trousers.Arnold was so furious that he was about to open the window to throw out the group of fat cats, but he was covered in wind and rain before he opened the window. He quickly closed the window, and the cats also took the opportunity to hide in a panic.

Mikhail chuckled.Katerina took two towels to wipe Arnold's face and glasses, and muttered that it's time to change your glasses.Arnold looked at Mikhail who was bent over to touch the cat's head strangely, and asked him to help move some of the processed medicinal materials to the basement, and Katya would handle the ones that needed to be put in the cabinet for ready use.

Mikhail was quite curious about many tools in the basement, from all kinds of knives, syringes with thick needles to distillation tools, and after asking for permission, he tried them all.Arnold didn't care about him, and he reprocessed a bunch of things on the workbench.Mikhail quickly leaned over and asked:

"what is this?"

"Peony seeds, soak in wine later, can be used to treat nightmares and epilepsy. In fact, many symptoms of neurasthenia can be solved with this. But you know, no one likes to be associated with epilepsy." Arnold sneered , a faint arrogance appeared on his face, "Of course, not everyone knows about this therapy."

Mikhail had quick eyesight and quick hands, grabbed a tabby cat that had sneaked in, and threw it lightly up the stairs: "You are really a righteous man."

When encountering this kind of devout believer who might even use words such as "devil" to curse people, Arnold also paused awkwardly: "...Nothing."

"It's for the slums, right?" Mikhail shrugged his nose. "The cheapest spirits. It's similar to the ones sold in the taverns in the lower district. At least it smells."

"Bless it if you like," muttered Arnold, bending over his pile again.

Mikhail didn't seem to hear anything else, nodded: "Okay."

Arnold looked up at him.Mikhail blinked innocently at him, and he shrugged again: "Then I will trouble you to distribute it at that time. Just treat it as a good deed. I can't do this. It was done by the city government in previous years." Oh, by the way, Kozlov always said to the outside world how much the city government spent for the poor, but in fact it didn’t even pay a single gold coin.”

"Hmmm - 'Thou shalt not do good to men'?[2]"

"People will hate you. If everyone does good deeds, that's all. What is it if one person does good deeds?"

Mikhail fell silent.Arnold ignored him, weighed the seeds and some cheap spices, put them into the big wine barrel one by one, and sealed the lid.

The author says:

[2] Matthew 6:1

Nepeta is catnip. It feels more comfortable to read it with a different name. The word cat appears too frequently and the atmosphere is not right ()