Angel on earth

"Mrs. Mitchell—!"

"Little Grace?"

"...Please hold on! Mikhail?!"

Mikhail tentatively walked into the ruins, and after confirming that the support under his feet was strong enough, he suddenly picked up the half of the scorched roof truss, threw it on the street, and lifted it up and pushed aside several walls, removing the stone from the stone. He picked up two people from the broken wood, glanced around, paused, strode towards Aaron, and said:

"It's almost dawn."

Aaron had just finished shouting, and hurried to the other side, where he was kneeling on the ground doing CPR for a middle-aged man, and asked:

"what happened?"

Mikhail gently put down the mother and daughter, smiled and nodded towards his mother, and after they ran a little farther, he looked up at the stone sculptures that no longer spewed flames and boulders:

"They're going back. He's coming."

"Who?"

"Stanley."

The middle-aged man woke up slowly. Aaron told him a few words, stood up, and looked up at Mikhail: "Why would he..."

"Let's hide outside the city for a few days." Mikhail lowered his pupilless eyes, and the strange lightning in the whites of his eyes had long since calmed down. "It wouldn't have come to us, otherwise Stanley wouldn't have the time to play this trick. It was his welcome—or rather, the advance troops."

Those stone sculptures attacked many parks, squares, and snow-covered streets. Fortunately, it was Christmas Eve, and only a few homeless people died; unfortunately, several houses were affected, mainly concentrated in the vicinity of the Victory Cathedral, a slum area The back alley happened to be close to the border of the city, and a huge boulder fell in the middle of the street, shaking down the houses on both sides.

When the two passed by, they saved a few people, but there were still some parts that were too late.The air was full of snow and smoke. Aaron clapped his hands and stood up, looking at the thick smoke in the distance: "That's Larson's house."

"Maybe." Mikhail squatted down, handed a few moon stones to several children and women, raised his head and said quickly in Sinai, "We should go."

They didn't recognize him, none of them had ever met Mikhail Kupala, they only knew that the fair-haired, white-skinned aristocratic young man was a good man, and they would pray for him to go to heaven. Worry about how you will survive the coming winter.

But they knew Dr. Edwards. The doctor squatted down again, opened the medicine box, distributed a batch of concentrated antipyretic tablets and cough medicine, picked up the much lighter box, stood up, and said, "Let's go."

Emile was still waiting for them in the dark night before dawn. They were going to Crescent Manor, not far in distance, but far away in soul to escape the coming disaster.

Because today is Christmas.

Meanwhile, three women and two men were imprisoned in the Victory Monastery.

Archbishop Iris, with one shoe smaller than Julia's and one shoe older than Vasily's, condescended, walked through the corridors of the monastery with a kind smile, and said:

"Always a monastery."

"Ok?"

The young man in white robe who followed behind him raised his eyebrows suspiciously.He had eyebrows as mean as his thin limp hair, and steel-blue eyes with a playboy insouciance.If hair and eye color were left out, he and "Master of War" Hill were like twin brothers.

Priest Grey briskly tapped on the floor tiles that were renovated just before the Abbey Festival:

"Isabella lost her virginity in the Abbey, I became a eunuch in the Abbey, poor Julia lost her life in the Abbey, you and Hill... well, say Candy Kane, she is also an Abbey Born. After a long time, His Royal Highness Kupala looked down on those of us who came from the monastery."

He giggled in the ethereal voice of a eunuch.

"He also grew up in a monastery." The young man sneered and raised his eyebrows again, "So, he also became a guy."

"I regret destroying the materials. If I knew it, I would have saved it for His Highness to see. I guess the kind-hearted Her Excellency Anna didn't show him all of it." Priest Gray complained, "Poor Mikhail. At least those old priests No plaques yet."

"Well, age spots are almost the same." The young man wrinkled his nose, as if smelling the unique aging breath of the elderly, he waved his hands.

"Although I know that your situation is special, can you save me some face, Your Excellency? Besides, we will grow old too."

"My God, you are so arrogant. Isabella didn't even think that she would live to that day, Lord 'Black Tulip'."

"I'm sorry, I confess my arrogance to God the Father." The novice saint drew a cross on his chest without shame, stopped in front of the door at the end of the corridor, and politely knocked on the door.

Of course, the door was locked from the outside.One of the guards following behind walked out and stepped forward to unlock the door.

Battista de Perrin and Marguerite, who were talking, fell silent when the door opened and stood up.

The snow outside had stopped a long time ago, and outside the narrow cross window, the gargoyles and icons all over the sky also returned to the churches and monasteries, closing their eyes again.

The two were taken out of the manor in the middle of the night, before they had time to put on their clothes, and the old lady Perrin's screams were heard from a distance.They were silenced, and as they were driven into the monastery in a carriage, they saw the Martins as they pushed along the passage, and the latter two were shut up next door.

There was no fireplace or coal stove in the dark and cold room. Marguerite was only wearing her nightgown and her husband's nightgown, and Batista put on a random robe she asked for from the guard of the monastery, and held her in his arms.They have been like this for several days, only a little cold water and black bread every day, worse than a prisoner, he wants his pregnant wife to eat better, but no one listens to him, until today, he himself They were all shivering from the cold.

Seeing the guards at this time, Master Perrin managed to pull himself together and asked:

"Sir, even though our family has believed in the sun god Mithra for generations, your behavior is still a serious insult to the Perrin family. No matter what misunderstandings or false accusations there are, as the Earl de Perrin of this generation, I have to warn you again , should be treated with etiquette for nobles—"

His gaze moved down slowly, and he saw the smiling Priest Grey.In such a cold weather, in such a dark and gloomy corridor, the latter was still wearing his jacket, a thin shirt, shorts, and calf socks. It was gray and dark, and his knees were almost as red as the thick-heeled shoes.

"Priest Grey—Your Excellency." The man's voice trailed off, this time with a little prayer, "My wife is pregnant, Your Excellency, and the monastery is even stingy with lighting the fireplace for us. We don't even have a little coal for our annual offerings." Is it all worth it?"

Priest Grey clapped his hands, and a line of guards filed in, separating the Perrins amid horrified screams and curses.Battista struggled so hard that he was pinned face-down to the ground and let out a horrified scream as a guard punched Marguerite hard in the stomach.

The skinny boy waved his hand to signal the guard with Margaret to pause, squatted down, looked down at him, and said softly regretfully: "Your wife is a whore, a devil. You have the right to know that she was married before marriage." , I had an abortion in July this year. This seriously violated the laws of the church, Mr. Perrin, you—"

"It's none of your business." Battista snorted, gnashing her teeth, "I'm a doctor myself, you can investigate me as much as you want—how could I not find out? Rita is pure, I use my title to protect her -"

"Mr. De Perrin, please calm down, don't be so rude." Priest Gray smiled pitifully, "You know, His children can discern all filth."

"Well, I'm sorry, I lied, but it's not my fault, and it's not Marguerite's fault, you can't force a son to accuse his mother, can you?" Battista de Perrin looked at him grimly, "But the fact It was I who had to protect Marguerite and the unborn child in her womb, the joy of God. I hope the Father will forgive my betrayal-my mother, the old Madame de Perrin, wanted me to marry another me out of courtesy The lady who cannot be named forced Rita to drink the medicine."

Priest Gray showed a slightly surprised expression, and said softly, "You are so cruel."

Batista's somewhat Abaddon-like blue eyes turned indifferently.

Priest Gray smiled: "But, we all know what the truth is. Well, Margaret, if you want to blame, blame your dear godfather for being too flamboyant, abducting our holy son, and daring to come back to show his face. "

He stood up, and waved his hand at the guard who made the move just now, like chasing flies away.Margaret curled up in pain from the punch, but was still supported by two soldiers, exposing her fragile abdomen.

"You go."

The blond young man who had been silent for a while suddenly took off his gloves and lazily pointed at Batista with his little finger.

Batista and Priest Gray asked at the same time: "What?"

The young man raised his pale gold, mean eyebrows on the right, and said:

"Aren't you the chief graduate of the Iris Royal College of Medicine? You must know more about this matter than my rough people, and it's not easy to hurt your wife."

When he mentioned "wife", he showed some kind of expression of eating a mixture of sour lemon and stinky salmon, and slapped his nose: "Or, do you want me to do it?"

He took off the other glove, revealing his bandaged hands with thick knuckles that didn't match his face, and grinned:

"Introduce yourself, Eleven of the Twelve Saints, 'Iron Fist' Stanley."

Tens of seconds later, there was a beast-like wail from the room at the end of the corridor, followed by the dull sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.The Martin couple next door looked at each other in horror, and looked towards the door.

After a while, a guard opened the door, and the young and beautiful Priest Gray saluted briskly and said:

"Thank you for everything you have done for the church, Mr. Martin, please come with us."

"...What did you do, Sergio?!" Sophie froze for a moment, then realized, and looked at her husband in disbelief.

Sergio Martin's lips were pale, his eyes were round, and he didn't know what he was looking at.After a long while, he stood up slowly, pushed his wife's hand away, and walked forward with tired steps, letting Priest Gray ruffle his hair.He was bent over as if he would never be able to straighten up.

"Good boy." The eunuch's voice was ethereal and gentle, like a hymn from heaven.

Battista de Perrin next door wailed and growled and slammed on the door, but in the corridor only Priest Gray and Stanley were chatting about today's lunch.Two guards dragged Marguerite's bare arms, Sergio looked back and saw the girl leaving a long, seemingly endless trail of blood on the dark corridor.