Angel on earth

There was a dead silence in the hall.

A copper cup fell to the ground with a thud, and a woman screamed in terror.Justice Brown's wrinkled cheeks were pale, and Jules Brown, hiding behind his father, moved stiffly backward, about to flee.Mikhail stepped forward, stretched out his left hand and broke his neck.

The masters, ladies, young masters and ladies screamed and fled outside. The knights and guards hadn't understood it yet, and raised their guns and swords and stepped forward.Mikhail threw away the long spear, cross sword and musket, grabbed the "brilliant girl", lowered his head, and opened the prelude to the trial with a solemn expression.

The stone castle on the high mountain continued to emit violent and low-pitched roars, as if the fists protruding from hell were beating those stone walls with a history of hundreds of years.Horrible cracks ran along the walls, and the mountains trembled at the sheer violence.

The towers at the four corners were the first to break and collapse. They brought boulders rolling down from the sky. At noon, the maid who polished Master Jules’ shoes with her tongue opened her eyes wide to welcome the moment of relief, but the spire avoided her and fell towards the cliff. Only when the smoke and dust rose from the ground, a stone as small as a sigh bounced on her forehead and fell into the stone slab.

The mountain carrying the castle was cracked, the gold coins and jewels in the basement flowed out like magma from among the stones, the oak barrels in the wine cellar overturned and burst, and the most expensive wine and champagne in the world flowed along the bare rocks and muddy The mountain road gurgles down, like pus and blood flowing out of the earth.

The screams of men and women, old people and children became smaller and smaller, but never stopped.Some begged hard but their necks were broken, some cursed sharply but were spared their lives, some men left their wives and ran for their lives and rushed out of the gate, and some couples were nailed to a wall.Mikhail carried a whole 16-year-old "brilliant girl" who had fought with him from the banquet hall to the door, then jumped onto a porch and rushed towards the new church on the back mountain, falling from the sky and splitting the soldiers' armor.The bullet exploded and melted halfway, and the point of the gun melted when it touched his body like ice meeting fire.The young knight is like a young eagle, as if judging on behalf of the gods, but he is more cruel and ruthless than the devil.

As the "brilliant girl" was pulled out from the chest of the last young man, the entire Brown Castle collapsed.

Mikhail stood in the garden, watching the spring water gushing out from the broken ground with a blank expression. The statue of the saint in the center of the fountain shook for a while, fell to the sky, and fell apart in the pool.

The filthy muddy water overflowed to his feet, and he dragged the "brilliant girl" past the terrified female servants kneeling in the open space, strode to the highest point in the middle of the ruins, and thrust the blood-stained lance towards Next stab.

Among the living there are more servants than masters, and women more than men.Mikhail jumped off the stone stile lightly, almost as carefree and youthful as a boy who climbed over the wall to do bad things. No one over this age would not feel jealous.

A thin blonde woman tremblingly stepped forward, her clothes were stained with her husband's blood, her voice became hoarse and weak due to continuous screaming:

"Who are you?!"

After so many days and so many meetings, no one in Oak City asked his name until now.

Mikhail turned his eyes, but did not lower his head, and recognized her as Janet Brown:

"Mikhail Ivanovich Kupala."

Janet rushed towards him, but Mikhail dodged it lightly, and stopped her with the back of his hand so that she would not fall.

The thin woman turned around in his arms, holding a dagger, and Mikhail was about to block or simply ask her to stab her to vent her anger, when the woman stabbed the blade into her heart with her backhand.

Mikhail was stunned, and immediately flushed with shame for his precaution just now.Two drops of blood splashed into his eyes, causing his vision to blur for a moment, and soon returned to normal.

No one cries or screams anymore.They looked at him with the same dull eyes as the serfs he had once seen in the Siegfried Commonwealth look at their masters talking on the edge of the fields.

Mikhail Kupala gently closed Janet Brown's eyes, put down her dead body, and walked down the mountain with his usual steady steps without looking back.

Under the slowly setting sun, "Glorious Girl" slantedly inserted on the top of the mountain, half of which was in the shadow, but the other half reflected more dazzling brilliance than the sun.

In the shadow of the mountains, Mikhail walked down the cliff and found the place where the lord abandoned the body on the back of the mountain.Most of those corpses were rotten and full of maggots, exposing the dirty white bones; Mikhail found six fresh female corpses among the rocks, and took the mountain spring to wash the blood on them.

Mikhail Kupala knelt down, put his hands on the heads of Sira and Sira, and said slowly:

"Daughter, stand up and go by yourself."

In the wasteland, two women with shattered bones and distorted postures made a cracking sound, opened their eyes immediately, and got up from the ground in a daze. They didn't understand why they fell off the cliff just a moment ago because of the hunter's relentless pursuit. Now even the wounds left by the branches in the forest are gone.

Then came Maria and the maid of Bartholomew's house who was flogged to death, and finally the two sisters who were forced to live in prostitution.

The six witches stood up from the ground, the blood on their bodies stopped, and the blood in their bodies began to flow again, their scalded eyes saw light again, and the scabs on their scorched skin fell off, revealing their smooth cheeks.

They bowed to him and said nothing, because the tongue-cut sisters could not speak.

Mikhail watched the six ladies find their way down the mountain, then walked to the stream not far away, took off their clothes, and carefully washed the blood off their bodies.No need to go back and try it, he knew it was Aaron's most hated taste.So he wore a blouse when he went out today, just throw it away, it's just a little late.

He knelt on one knee by the stream, washed his face again after getting dressed, and was about to pick some flowers back home when he suddenly saw his own reflection.

The longer blond hair has washed away the sweat, blood and dust, but it is still dull. The color cannot be seen in the swaying stream and the shadow of the forest. It is muddy like the gray-green mud underneath; the clothes on the body are clean but old , the frayed and cracked parts were frayed, making his smooth cheeks even more lacklustre.

But this is not the point.

There is a deep golden slit between the two blue-purple eyes that are like morning stars and morning mist.When he opened his eyes wide in horror, the two seams slowly opened like the land in an earthquake, bursting out a dazzling light like molten gold, reflected by the water surface, and burned straight into his eyes.

Mikhail gave a cry and covered his eyes.The severe pain made the back of his head numb, as if the whole scalp was burning, white lights were shining in front of his eyes, and the strong tinnitus ran through his mind.

After a while, the pain and ringing in the ears subsided slowly like a tide. Mikhail opened his eyes and saw that at some point, the sun had completely set, and the hot summer night was dark and thick, like Christmas.

He is blind.

The young man stared at the darkness in front of him for a long time, got up slowly, patted the dust off his body, returned to the mountain with good memory, went to pick a pink rose in the ruins of the garden of Bran Castle, and walked along the stone steps towards the Ivy Church go.

Aaron was watching him.

Even if he couldn't see it, Mikhail knew it.Aaron was sitting on the edge of the stone pier, not fully awake, but trying to open his eyes and wait for him to come back.

So Mikhail pursed his lips, showed a hearty smile, stepped forward a few steps, knelt down in front of him to look up at him, and said in a light and soft voice:

"Good evening, Aaron. Because we have to go around the Mithra Dynasty, we have to continue north through the Principality of White, East Locke, and West Locke, and cross the San Sisijia Canal in Abaddon. Buy two train tickets— — Just arrived at Wakefield. All is well, it is June, and I brought you pink roses, a specialty of Northwest Aerys. 300 years ago, Noren and Aerys had a bad relationship, and this It is a prohibited commodity, maybe you will like it."

Aaron leaned in and hugged him gently, pressing his head against his thin, empty chest.

The vampire didn't have the strength to make a sound yet, but Mikhail knew he was comforting himself.

"It'll be fine, it's not a big deal." Mikhail turned his face and kissed his dry lips, feeling that he was holding a bunch of dead branches, such a little damp wood couldn't even survive a winter of melting snow Ye, "Aaron, please trust me."

They knelt and sat like this, leaning against each other gently, quietly waiting for the sun to completely sink into the mountains, no one thought about the consequences, no one cared about church reinforcements, and no one cared about the future of the six witches .

The gentle and lingering wind swept across the flat and open fields mightily. Under the silent light of stars and moons, the broad leaves on the grass and grape vines made a rustling sound like waves.

Mikhail was really tired.He just fell asleep on Aaron's shoulder, the vampire still stroking his slumped back mechanically and with a little satisfaction.

When the cold night passed and the warmth of the light shone on him, Mikhail knew it was dawn.He trembled his eyelashes, opened his eyes in a daze, and when he was about to stand up on the ground, he was stopped by Aaron.

Mikhail touched it too, the box.It must have been when Mikhail went to Bran Castle that Aaron got up from Severin, groped into the dangerous church and snatched the medicine box.Inside are the precious seeds he collected, basic medicines and props, as well as moonstones and Harry's urn.

Mikhail listened to him rummaging awkwardly, without saying a word, knowing that he was jealous of everything that box represented.He has learned to be jealous, it is the lake of fire in hell.

The sun was about to rise, and Aaron finally found his target. He handed a card to Mikhail, explained inarticulately, and even tried to show a flattering smile:

"It's okay...it's okay...you can...take a look...just...it's fine..."

Mikhail stroked the frayed pattern on the back of the card, only knowing that it should be a treasure cherished by Aaron.But he still put it in his arms carefully, hugged Aaron, and said softly:

"Thank you, Aaron, I'm so happy. But now, you have to...you can rest for a while, okay? Build up your strength, beat them, open your eyes and kiss me, okay?"

Needless to say, Aaron had closed his eyes and continued to sleep soundly in his arms.

Mikhail put him in a coffin covered with velvet cushions and flowers, put the medicine chest at his feet, and put pink roses on his lips.

The young man stood up, took two steps towards the east, knelt under the cross, put his hands together, bowed down, and muttered:

"……Our father in heaven……"

"... Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven..."

The majestic sacred music in his ears no longer played, and the precepts and hymns that accompanied him for many years also stopped admonishing him day after day.The grass no longer whispers to him, the insects and birds no longer guide him, and the stones in the corner will not open their mouths to accuse their master of evil deeds.The world returned to silence, appearing peaceful and peaceful.

No voice ever answered his prayers.

Mikhail Ivanovich Kupala threw up his head.In the dawn light, a skylark flapped its wings vigorously and swept across the low sky.

Then, like a golden rain of arrows, rays of light burst from the horizon, and a round of rising sun came towards us brilliantly and solemnly.

This day is the sixth day of June.

The author says:

Raising the dead is a classic act of Jesus, and he called all women daughters.Misha won’t be blind all the time. The routine operation of the Bible is also a common plot in fairy tales. Malory seems to have written it too. Anyway, it’s a bad joke ()