Angel on earth

Mikhail slapped himself on the forehead, muttered something, and lowered his head to work honestly, but he didn't notice that Arnold looked up at him from time to time.It was rare for Mikhail to wear black clothes, which made his short hair look lighter and his exposed skin whiter.Even compared with the legendary Snow White who ran away from her stepmother, she might be slightly better.

But that wasn't the point, Arnold felt he should have something more important to say.He is only 16 years old, the age at which he is most jealous, and all hypocrisy can't stay on him for too long.In other people, this kind of openness would usually expose one's own selfishness and stupidity, but Mikhail had neither of those things.

Arnold decided not to think about it.In any case, Mikhail's troubles had nothing to do with him.He should be fretting about getting rid of the poor saint.

The ointment was quickly prepared, packed in a large jar, and held by Mikhail. Arnold put on a bird's beak mask and gloves, and walked ahead with two toolboxes.The side gate where the lepers gather is not far from the Lower District, but it is still a few hundred meters away from the Inns River.After the two arrived, Arnold asked Mikhail to fetch water to boil, and when the latter was far away, he asked the slightly disturbed crowd: "When did Mr. Gavriel fall asleep?"

A middle-aged man replied: "Shortly after His Royal Highness Kupala left, he..."

"Don't tell him. Just say I'm late." Arnold interrupted, "Now, everyone drinks a bowl of medicinal soup, and then they all go to the other side of the canopy. Strenuous exercise is not allowed, and the seriously ill come first. Ms. Lina, you are the first, and Emilia and Florica also stay."

While the patients were drinking the medicine, Arnold used old curtains and wood to surround a field in the canopy, spread straw and clean cloth, and ordered four different herbs in the corner of the canopy.I asked the City Defense Army to buy the straw in the morning, and it cost two silver coins for the bucket, various containers, and money for transportation.Dr. Edwards counts pennies on his money and spends it lavishly. In his words, this is the secret to keeping a happy mood.

There was nothing to talk about during the treatment process, and Mikhail had no time to care about it.He was busy cutting trees and chopping firewood, lighting a fire to boil water, and fetching water from the river; besides washing, there was also a pot boiling sugar water, and the sugar was the cheapest yellow-brown sugar.No one dared to help, except for Rollins, only Mikhail would never contract the disease.

The sewage with black blood in the curtain is transported out in pots and pots. It cannot be dumped at will, but must be treated. This is also Mikhail's job: the beloved son of the church just puts the cross inside, reads a few prayers according to his mood, and no matter how dirty Dirty creatures die too.However, the smell of blood was still strong near the shed, mixed with a strong smell of herbs.

Rollins sent clothes and food.He didn't care about Mikhail, and after helping for a while, he went back to the monastery.Arnold treated three patients at a time, one used a small burnt pot to let blood, one was covered with hair-thick silver needles, one applied medicine plus traditional bloodletting, and finally all of them had to be washed thoroughly with hot water and soap. Apply the potion, put on clean clothes, and go to rest in the newly built tent not far away-the tent was built by the monks of the monastery.

Not everyone is so lucky.A woman had not only been infected with leprosy, but had recently suffered from bleeding, and Arnold couldn't help it.She cried and screamed, and finally ran to Mikhail's lance "Glorious Maiden" planted in the grass. She held the gun tightly with both hands, and a burst of platinum flames suddenly rose and burned her up.

Mikhail was stunned.

He originally thought that no one would be able to pull his lance, let alone that the "Bright Maiden" would burn people to death.That woman was the one who killed Ilusha, and he really couldn't feel any hatred or dissatisfaction. Could sympathy kill a woman so violently?

The excited or doubtful chatter of other patients stopped for a moment, and then the look of looking at the old man Gavriel changed completely.Soon, the patients who hadn't yet had their turn were scrambling to Mikhail, screaming, weeping, and cheering for his forgiveness.Mikhail was terrified, explained again and again, and told them to go back to rest, but no one listened to him.Arnold rushed out and shouted: "Shut up and go back, or you will die!"

He was waving his hands, and the beak mask made him look like a dead-faced Grim Reaper standing between the sick and the angel.Those patients carried out his orders more seriously than they were afraid of the "brilliant girl", and retreated one by one in a corner, not daring to move.

For the first time, Mikhail was unwilling to think about others, so he breathed a sigh of relief and continued to work.

In the evening of the second day, all the used utensils, including the entire canopy, Arnold's clothes and the beak mask were burned on the spot.After Mikhail finished lighting the fire, he turned his head and found that Arnold's wrinkled facial features hadn't been reset, so he couldn't help laughing.

It was the first time for him to see such a vivid look on the doctor's face.

"It's not particularly bad." Mikhail tried to comfort him. "It's even worse on the battlefield. Many people can't take a bath, and the meat will rot in summer. There are no herbs to dispel the smell."

"Men's blood stinks." Arnold quickly changed his words without thinking, "Young people are different."

Mikhail said: "I will grow up too."

"You won't be like that when you're sixteen hundred years old."

Arnold said something casually, moved his joints while holding the umbrella, walked towards the tent belonging to the ladies, and knocked on the pillar beside the door curtain.Soon someone came over and opened the curtain, and when he saw him, he turned around and called out. A group of women gathered around the door, listening to the doctor's instructions for future precautions.Including how to rest and recuperate, what kind of medicine to use, how to make and use it, and how long it lasted, all of them were explained in detail, and the remaining half jar of ointment was also placed there; Mikhail heard him whispering in Potosi dialect Watch out for the stupid man next door selling ointments to even stupider doctors, they say.They have rested for a while, and their spirit and body have improved a lot. They thanked the doctor again and again, and vowed to strictly follow what he said.There was a passage in the middle, which Mikhail did not understand because of the rapid speaking of excitement.

"Let these ladies take care of themselves?" After the door curtain was lowered, it was still a quarter of an hour before the evening worship time.Mikhail asked Arnold: "Although the church can afford food, I remember that the education penetration rate in Potosi is not high. This is our responsibility, but change also takes time. I don't think they can handle it by themselves."

"They can't afford my full medical treatment, and I can find a priest to do the same. Let's go." Arnold tilted his umbrella and looked up, "It's time to go to the monastery. According to the convention, I have to stay there too Last week, accept purification."

The so-called purification is to repent and pray day and night without food or drink in a narrow and dark room.If you get sick, you are impious, you are rejected by God, and you end up miserable.

Mikhail, in his little black hat, was as clean as the sun in a spring morning.It's hard to believe that a quarter of an hour ago he was still struggling with sewage treatment.

Arnold felt bored, straightened the umbrella, bowed his head and took a step.

"Are you angry again?" Mikhail followed, a little aggrieved, "I really don't know, I thought..."

"I'm not a philanthropist, that's something rich people play."

"No, I mean, I forgot to consider the patient's self-esteem." The rain, which had only a few strands of rain, stopped completely, and Mikhail bent down and grabbed his wrist holding the handle of the umbrella, "Mr. Gavriel Yes or no……"

"It has nothing to do with you," Arnold said. "You are not responsible for the lives and deaths of all people."

"We are the shepherds of God the Father." Mikhail said stubbornly, "I should be responsible."

Arnold sighed: "Okay. It has nothing to do with you. This disease itself is like this. You will only have the same answer if you ask His Excellency Rollins, unless he has higher authority than you."

Mikhail didn't feel comforted.Arnold was inexplicably happy to see that he suddenly seemed ashamed.

"Let's go." Arnold put away the umbrella, "The service is about to begin."

With Mikhail's help, they made it to worship.In response to the fervent faith of the citizens of Potosí, Mikhail, who no one would dislike for having just come into contact with a leper, took over today's service.

The topic of the sermon was set the week before, and Mikhail had no right to change it. He could only give Arnold a pitiful look before he started, begging for his forgiveness.But as soon as he spoke, his expression, demeanor and even his voice changed completely.

"...Blood is an absolute taboo that cannot be violated in secular life. This is not only because it is a sin to hurt others, and eating blood violates the Passover established with the blood of the first coming Son, but more is God the Father's love for us. Warn, lest His sinful children here on earth degenerate further into vampires, like His beloved Son Cain.

"3000 years ago, when the gods were fighting and God the Father rode the chariot of the sun to fight for our peace, there was a high priest named Cain who had the same status as today's saints. Since Adam and Eve were exiled, After a thousand years of wars and three holy wars, no one has received as many favors from God the Father as he did. However, Cain was tempted by the heresy Amethyst, dipped his lips in her blood, and was immediately put on the throne of the forest god. Filled with spiritual thoughts, Anna degenerated into the world's first vampire in remorse and rebellion, and even swung her sword at the sun god Mithra, doing the same evil deeds as his sinful ancestors.

"When God the Father killed him, the sky and the earth were torn apart, the sea and the wind were still, and the blood of the storm raged in the mountains and forests, and the meadows in midsummer were frosted with the steps of God. The prophets of that era heard God the Father mourning Called 'My Child!' seven times, and pierced the heart of His Son with a flaming sword.

"Because of the loss of his heart, Cain's blood has cooled. He and his descendants need to live on the blood of girls like Amexist for generations, but they will fall in love with them for generations, in the endless Suicide in pain.

"The ending of Diana and Amexist is well known, but today we need to learn from Cain..."

Arnold sat in the corner flipping through an old "Sun God Book", staring at the "War of the Gods" part of the "Chaos Era" mentioned by Mikhail in a daze.Mikhail behind the Ark of the Covenant seemed even taller in the wide and towering auditorium. His indifferent tone and expression when he was preaching made Arnold almost think that there was a young god standing in front of him.So for the second half of the service, Arnold didn't even look up at him.

An hour later, the two had dinner in the room arranged by the church for Arnold.Thanks to Tommy Khail, the room Arnold was allocated had a large window, a small bed, a table and chairs, and even two scriptures and a candle.

In the evening, monks can get a glass of water, a piece of black bread, and a biscuit the size of a thumb, nuns only have water and bread, and children get half of it.Mikhail and Arnold were eating lamb and white bread on the small table, and the doctor even took out a bottle of medicinal wine from his new clothes.Mikhail licked his lips, took it and drank half of the bottle in one go.

But in the end, the doctor only ate a little bread, saying that he was disgusted by the sight of the meat in the afternoon, and that he was too hungry and lost his appetite.Mikhail didn't care, he just felt that the seasoning was not good and there was too much salt.

An hour later, a nun came to clear the tableware, cleaned the house swiftly, and left without a word.Arnold stood up, and Mikhail also stood up, hesitated, and said:

"Wait a minute. Let the two sisters go first. I... I have something to say."

"What?" Arnold yawned.

Mikhail was still standing in front of the small table, his fingers twisted together: "Today... this afternoon..."

"what?"

"I've come to apologize, Arnold."

Arnold's voice was already a little hoarse, but now he was angry because of exhaustion: "What's wrong?"

"Rollins brought people to search the clinic, the day we went to Dorota. Before today, I didn't know about it." Mikhail took a deep breath, "Can you forgive me?"

Arnold looked at him for a while, shrugged: "Since you don't know, it's nothing."

This is very common.Although doctors belonged to first-class citizens, it was not surprising that foreigners who came from the Federation during the war were treated like this.

"I'm sorry." Mikhail wanted to scratch his hair, and before touching the black hat, he lowered his hands and lowered his eyelashes, quite frustrated, "This is the church's rules. Maybe I should have known that this would happen... ...but, but I did..."

"It's not your fault. Don't think too much." Arnold asked him to sit down and leaned back on the wooden chair. "However, I'm not in the mood to comfort you today."

"No need!" Mikhail blushed and shouted, "There is no reason for the injured party to comfort others!"

Arnold patted the narrow and hard bed in the guest room: "It's my fault. You shouldn't be asked to get involved in this matter. Lie down."

Mikhail lay on the bed, bent his knees, and managed to keep from falling.He breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "It shouldn't be like this...Why didn't anyone save them? Why couldn't I save them? Only you...Could it be..."

"Don't think so much. You're just scared." Arnold picked up a scripture and put it on his lap. Mikhail turned his eyes and saw that his hands were thin and long, as pale as stones in a barren mountain, I don't know why it's even more sad.

Mikhail whispered, "I'm so tired."

Arnold said softly: "Then you can sleep for a while."

Mikhail closed his eyes and fell asleep like a dead saint.His hands were folded in front of his chest, and his bare white feet rested on the edge of the bed.Arnold sat on the side, crossed his legs, and turned a page of scriptures expressionlessly in the deepening darkness.

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After the revision of this chapter, part of the content of the Sun God Code has been added. Although it is a magic modification based on the Bible, it seems that only the shell is left...