Angel on earth

The jurors chuckled, mixed with a few inaudible sighs.Zhu Er looked at Mikhail for a while, probably thinking that such a handsome young man would definitely marry a more beautiful wife—at least similar, and announced happily:

"You seem to have admitted that you have committed adultery in this matter as well as theft."

Mikhail raised his eyebrows and almost laughed out loud: "What is this?"

"My father, Coster Brown, is the lord of this place. No matter how ignorant you are, you should know that the lord enjoys the right to the first night of all women in the territory, whether they are passers-by or locals. However, my father has always been magnanimous, Make it up now, and forget the past. Even if you can’t pay off the debt for a while, it doesn’t matter, you can stay and work in the vineyard, and you can leave freely when you pay back.”

There was no longer a trace of a smile on Mikhail's face.

"You are too greedy."

"That's what I said," Jules said to the guards and jurors curiously, "I'm just asserting my rights and recovering the property that originally belonged to me. It's biased for you to say that."

The Oak City Court was originally set up to deal with the king's face, but after the first few years of operation, it has become a customary entertainment project for the residents of the mountain.At this time, one of the jurors, a beautiful lady with a plump breast, said loudly without any regard for her husband's face:

"Oh, Master Jules, don't be so mean-spirited. We are all here to see the legendary holy relics, why waste time with this bumpkin? Anyway, if it is the diapers used by Saint Felix, Or give it to me! My son is waiting, you know."

Everyone laughed, and someone said, "What if it's not a diaper?"

The woman turned around and said unceremoniously: "Then leave this Abaddon man to me!"

With such a tall stature, everyone assumes that the boy standing in the dock is at least of mixed race, and the Abaddons are either lowly members of the circus in the Kingdom of Aerys, or watchdogs of some low-class families, nothing to be afraid of ,but--

"Are you serious, Veronica? I heard that the people of Abaddon are all like horses." A young man made fun of it, and the woman let out a pooh and said with a smile on her waist, "So that's what I said. What are you doing in the stables of Master Jules twice a month, so you went to help me inspect the goods, Leon? Then you will enjoy it more than me."

People turned their heads and laughed at the young man, saying that he was too shameless to compare himself with Veronica.Jules Brown took a sip of his wine, glanced at Mikhail, pressed his hands, and said, "Okay, stop arguing..."

For the first time in his philanthropic attempts to preside over order, there was a burst of shouting from the other side of the castle, like the aftermath of a wave breaking on the sand.Mikhail's brows twitched, he didn't know what happened, and he didn't care about it; but Master Jules kicked down the table irritably, pointing in the direction of the call:

"Damn it, what are you laughing at? If you go against me again, that's the end!"

People were also used to the young master's moodiness, and they all shut up.Mikhail asked coldly:

"What happened?"

Jules didn't dare to face the voice for a moment, a small voice in his heart warned him, as if if he told a lie about it, he would die.So he said:

"None of your business. Well, anyway, show us your 'relic' first."

The crowd laughed again.Everyone is ready for the process of Master Jules calling people a thief, detaining them for two days, and throwing them to Veronica or the vineyard, regardless of whether they are real holy objects or not. Think bolder, or foolishly.

Mikhail untied the hemp rope and lifted the white cloth.A lance emitting soft light is exposed in the center of the hall, with patterns like broken moons and ice all over it.

"'Glorious girl'?" Master Zhu Er had seen the world in the capital after all, raised his eyebrows, narrowed his eyes and said, "The imitation is really good."

"Fake?" Someone asked disappointedly.

"I'm not telling the truth...I'm an honest and trustworthy, kind-hearted person, whoever believes in hell..." Master Jule smacked his lips, leaned forward to get a better look, and nodded seriously, " Hmm, not bad. To be fair, the imitation of the 'Glorious Girl' is really more valuable than ordinary holy objects. And there is no need to worry about being asked by the church."

"Then, is it enough to repay the debts owed by the carpenter's family and the Ivy Church?" For some reason, Mikhail glanced at the direction of the shout just now, feeling uneasy, but forced himself to turn around and continue the trial.

In Potosí, he could hear Aaron's voice across the city if he just concentrated on it.However, he lost nearly half of the blood in his body that morning in Yaranburg, and after barely recovering his strength for a week, his hearing also dropped to the standard of mortal health. General strength.But fortunately, after two months, his physical strength returned to normal, and he even had stronger control over the climate, but he had no chance to use it.

Master Jules rolled his brown eyes and shouted, "Delgado!"

Delgado stepped forward immediately, nodded and bowed, and said with a embarrassed smile: "Young master, today is different. You have always been kind-hearted, but now the new church has not been completed for a long time, what we need is a real 'sacred object', to put it bluntly Ugly, even with Felix's used diapers. Need affects value..."

Master Jule let out a groan and said, "So it's not enough?"

Mikhail watched them quietly, expressionless.The jurors could only see his side face or the back of his head, and they didn't notice anything wrong. They were waiting for the follow-up, when the door slammed open, and the housekeeper rushed in, looked around, and heaved a sigh of relief when he didn't see the master. , looked at the jurors warningly, lowered his voice and said to Jules:

"Severin committed suicide!"

Everyone present, including Jules Brown, turned pale.

And everyone, including Mikhail, knew what this meant.The Church of the Sun God strictly forbids suicide. Cowardly souls are rejected by God and will inevitably go to hell.But every bishop has been baptized twice, and any unnatural death will be recorded on the altar of the archdiocese. This is one of the reasons why the new church did not press too hard and chose peaceful evolution.

This is the last fight of the regional bishop.

Mikhail looked at the maid beside Juul, her hair was in a mess and her cheeks were bruised, but she was still smiling flatteringly; Regardless of other things, he didn't even take the "Glorious Girl", turned around and rushed out of the gate, and rushed down the mountain.

His heart was beating fast, his eyelids were beating, and he was worried about everything that had happened and not yet happened, but he was not afraid, sad, or sad at all, as if all his pity and tearful abilities were incompatible with his superhuman ability. The five senses were taken back by the father.

He passed through the town on the hill, the stone steps crumbling beneath his feet, and the broad green leaves of the vines mingled their call into the sound of the wind in the direction he had left.

A tall, skinny ghost stood under the cross in front of the church, and was slowly pulling a dead branch-like palm out of a soldier's chest.

Those emerald-like beautiful eyes stared straight at the direction of Mikhail's return, but did not look at Mikhail.His hands were covered in blood, and six guards fell beside him.

Mikhail stepped forward and approached him slowly, slowly.He also raised his eyes slowly, looking blankly at Mikhail's cheek.

The boy was actually smiling.

His smile is like a dream with dew on a spring morning, bringing warmth and hope of a good harvest to the melting ice land.The vampire looked at him, and a rusty voice came out of his throat:

"S-la. Sira and, S-la..."

"Well, that's why I'm here. Don't be afraid, Aaron, everything will be fine." Mikhail raised his hand to stroke his short, soft brown hair, and softly comforted him, "However, I don't have time now Help you wash your hands, can you be patient for a while?"

The vampire nodded dully and turned towards the church.

The chapel had been in disrepair for a long time, but in the battle just now, three pillars were broken and most of the roof collapsed.Severin was leaning on the stone pier at the entrance of the church, his white-washed and yellowed black priest's uniform was lightly covered on the old man's thin body like a shroud.

There was a ritual sword in his chest, and the blood was no longer flowing, because Mikhail recognized the smell of Aaron's blood.But that would only make the old man linger on, Mikhail knew very well that Aaron was already very good at opening his eyes, and it was impossible to have enough room to transform a bishop.

Mikhail let go of Aaron's hand, walked to Severin, knelt down on one knee, and carefully lifted the old man so that he could lean into his arms.Behind him, the vampire was bathing in the afternoon sun, staring blankly at the sun in the sky.

There was a hissing sound from the old man's chest: "You...you are here, Your Highness."

Mikhail replied: "Here I am, Bishop Severin."

"You don't need to apologize, and don't feel guilty, Mikhail. Hesitation...hesitation...just go. We can all...the price in this process...but, but..." The old man was dry and black Knuckles climbed onto the young man's healthy arm, and a pair of cloudy eyes stared at him, "Don't make a decision easily! I don't want to force you, so I am willing to exchange my soul for the freedom of Selah and Silla! We don't matter , but your decision—”

"I understand." Mikhail lowered his head, lowered his eyelashes, and his voice was surprisingly calm, "But no one's soul is insignificant. I pardon your sins, Bishop Severin."

The old man looked at him for a while, shed two lines of tears with the last bit of energy brought by his reflection, and said softly:

"But I'm sorry. I'm sorry I don't have the authority to forgive you."

"It's okay." Mikhail said softly with a smile.His voice is gentle and calm, like the warm wind with the fragrance of grains at harvest time.

Severin's eyes began to lose focus, but his hands with protruding veins were still tightly grasping Mikhail's skirt and arms. His lips under his gray beard were dry and trembling, like fallen leaves in late autumn:

"... I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, the faith... I have... henceforth... there is laid up for me... the crown of righteousness... that is The Lord who judges righteously, will...give to me...not only...to...me...but also to...everyone who...loves...his...appearing...in that day... people……"

The boy closed his eyes, dipped in water and drew a sun cross on the old man's forehead, and whispered:

"Amen."

On the other side, when Aaron heard his voice, he also closed his eyes in peace, and the clothes on his thin body fluttered in the wind.