Angel on earth

He tried to weave it with those flowers, but to no avail, the stems of the pansies were too easy to break.The result was a garland that barely held the shape of a ring, so small that only Arnold's finger could fit through it.He tossed it unhappily into the basket and ate a cold ham sandwich made by Katya.

The doctor came back at this time.When the new wreath fell on the short light blonde hair, he raised his head in a daze, watching the other party chew twice.

He silently ate the sandwich in his hand. After sitting down, Arnold took out the kettle from the basket and poured a cup of tea.Mikhail had nothing to do, and the bad premonition still lingered, so he didn't dare to speak rashly, so he reached out to grab a biscuit.

His iris ring is gone.Mikhail raised his face abruptly, and saw the doctor's pale cheeks move as he swallowed something.

No hunches or inspirations mattered.Mikhail stood up lightly, knelt down on one knee in front of Arnold, and called out:

"Arnold."

The doctor looked up at him.Mikhail was shy for a while, then blushed slightly and said:

"You close your eyes."

Arnold closed his eyes.He felt Mikhail reach out, take off his pin, tie, and boutonniere, fasten a narrow ribbon, and fasten the bow with a heavy brooch.The people of the Mithraic Dynasty did not use bow ties, at least not this Noren Academy style.It's really not suitable for someone his age.Having said that, the development of Noren's academy system seems to have happened in this century. The federal seaport city was popular for a while, and merchants and soldiers brought over ankle-covering skirts and square-toed leather shoes, carrying iron ore and Copper mine back.

"Okay. You can take a look, but there doesn't seem to be a mirror around here..."

Mikhail straightened his neckline for him, then shook the tie pin in his hand, and said with a smile, "This is a gift in return!"

Arnold looked down at the oval silver-rimmed emerald brooch buttoned in the middle of his collar, and didn't look up for a long time.Mikhail could only see the messy gray hair on the top of his head, and he really wanted to grab it, and he wanted to lean over to see his expression, but finally he endured it.

Scattered cheers and fireworks sounded from the Ognessika River in the distance.Arnold raised his head, smiled and said softly, "It's a beautiful gemstone. It's too expensive, but...but I like it."

"That's great!" Mikhail rubbed his nose and said shyly, "I've been worried that you won't accept it. Well, I don't want anything in return. This emerald is exactly the same color as your eyes. See When I first saw it, I thought it should belong to you."

Arnold lowered his head again, stroking the gem reluctantly, and his hoarse voice was a little gentle:

"Aren't you the property of the church? Where did you get the money to buy this?"

"I didn't buy it." Mikhail explained, "It's Priest Gray, the chief exorcist of the Archdiocese of Iris, the archbishop who visited at the beginning of the month. ——Isabella asked him to bring it , along with a couple of boxes... was meant to be used on my gown. Well, I don't want to bother the sisters, but..."

"You grow fast at this age." Arnold said for him in a good mood, "The clothes that were custom-made when I was 15 years old may not be able to wear them in a few months."

"That's right." Mikhail smiled sheepishly, "It's even the first time I'm wearing armor."

Arnold was a little surprised: "But this is not your first time fighting."

Mikhail stood up, sat down beside him, and turned his head: "Yes."

It was then that Arnold remembered that although this kid was only 16 years old, he was the chief saint of the church. He had defeated the "Master of War" Hill a few years ago, and the latter and other saints never wore armor.Rather, perhaps the church only prepared this set of extravagant insurance equipment only in consideration of his age and the scale of the war.When he can no longer wear this year's armor, he will no longer need defense.

The doctor didn't speak, Mikhail couldn't help it, and added: "I didn't need it at first... Isabella and the others insisted that I wear it."

"That's more powerful on the battlefield."

"Really?" Mikhail turned his head away quickly, wrinkled his nose, and said firmly, "You're lying to me."

"I didn't lie to you." Arnold patted his head, smiled and pointed to the wooden shelf on the river bank, "Do you want to light a fire?"

Mikhail hesitated for a moment.Arnold said: "Do you know magic? For example, if you pray, fire will come down from the sky, as recorded in the scriptures?"

"Using spells at will is..." A group of seven or eight-year-old children ran past.They were fighting over a branch known as the "Sword of God," after Saint Matthew.Mikhail looked at it for a while, then turned back and smiled at Arnold: "I will! No need to pray, but it is not the fire of Mithra's sun god."

Arnold looked at the boy's cheeks that were brighter than the sun, and his already stiff smile sank little by little.Mikhail didn't care, after all, doctors have always been like this.

Arnold stood up and said, "Then go."

A quarter of an hour later, Mikhail was surrounded by enthusiastic residents of the lower district and came to the edge of the log. The chaotic music by the river merrily merged together, and the leaves in the boy's mouth uttered joyful cries.He looked at the wet wood in front of him, and his heart was once again filled with burning passion and anger. The wood on the banks of the Ognessika River is by no means so rotten. Dried herbs, their bonfires will be as fat as Christmas roast chickens, either of which is out of the reach of the Downsiders.

He took a deep breath, smiled skillfully at the people around him, took off the wreath on his head and placed it on the firewood.Begonias, hibiscus, hyacinths, and white orchids, colorful flowers roll down like streams melting ice, then quickly wither and dry, and fall into the crevices of firewood piles; rotten wood absorbs their life, and the growth rings become clear again, The color is simple.Then, white water mist rose from the firewood, and amidst the cheers of surprise, it turned into birds and deer and disappeared into the distance by stepping on the air.

Dozens of pairs of childish eyes stared at Mikhail without blinking.The sincerity in these dozens of pairs of eyes surpassed the believers who sat in the Lieyang Cathedral, and surpassed the sum of all the nobles and civilians prostrated outside the Federal Palace. Mikhail seemed to have never been so happy.

The chief priest of Lieyang City raised his hands.

A golden-red flame descended from the sky and rose from the ground. After a short contact, it landed on the dry firewood and turned into a translucent bonfire.People's cheers called for the river to boil, and the fanatics whose lives were in despair jumped into the fire but were intact, and even their illnesses were healed; short and thin men and women shouted and stepped forward to touch Mikhail's clothes and shoes Tip, his hat was snatched away by several hands as he bent to pick up a toddler who was overwhelmed by the crowd.

He was getting scared.

Mikhail held a toddler who was almost stepped on in one hand, and looked around in fear, but he couldn't find Arnold Edwards or the emerald silk collar around his collar in the chaotic crowd.

At this moment, Arnold Edwards was holding a wooden medicine box wrapped with old cowhide at the four corners, looking at the gorgeous flames rising from a distance.

He closed his eyes, and the flames coincided with the burning castle in his memory.Apart from this, he has never seen other such tall and terrifying flames.

The tall and thin doctor leaped lightly, jumped off the wall, landed on the lawn of the monastery, and then walked unhurriedly towards the tower where Sebastian Teregin was imprisoned.

Most of the people in the Chick Monastery went to the banks of the Ognessica River, and a small number of them lingered around the city hall and Chalek Church. Rollins and the Archbishop Iris also watched the ceremony on the river bank, saying yes Bless sincere believers.All that remained of the convent were a handful of stern nuns, unruly children, and a few drunken guards.The courtyard was empty, and under the silent moonlight, the doctor dressed in black seemed no different from the deacon of the monastery.

The leather shoes stepped on the spiral staircase without making a sound.The guards in the tower seemed to have also rested, and he was not stopped by anything on his way to the door of Terekin's cell on the fourth floor.

"... Terekin?"

Arnold knocked on the door and asked hoarsely.Soon, he realized that something was wrong, and he retreated suddenly to the stairs.

The cell door creaked open.

A handsome boy with brown hair and blue eyes stood inside the door.The 1.6-meter-old Archbishop Iris was wearing a shirt, shorts, calf socks, and a coat and garters in light gray. Only the gold, red and white ribbons and bright red women's thick-heeled lace-up shoes added some bright colors.He held a silver dagger in one hand, and pressed the Sun Cross brooch on his chest with the other. The moonlight passed through the small window on the top, illuminating his slightly hollow smile.

"Good evening, Dr. Edwards."

Arnold raised his eyebrows, stopped, and stood up straight: "I thought cardinals were all dressed in red."

"I'm Priest Gray." Priest Gray held a sword flower in his left hand and put away the dagger.

The cardinal in gray bowed slightly, took a step forward, bowed his head respectfully, and stood by the door.

In the cell, Mikhail Ivanovich Kupala, who was wearing a black priest uniform and had disheveled blond hair, walked out slowly with his lance in his hand, his face sinking like water.

From the bottom of the spiral staircase came the sound of Rollins' old-fashioned and cold footsteps.

Arnold dropped the medicine box without hesitation, stepped on the stone window sill, jumped, landed on the grass as lightly as a cheetah, and ran towards the forest with his legs strong.

Immediately in Mikhail's mind, the stiffness, contradictions, and hesitation of the doctor during the past few days when he got along with him, and even the blurred light and shadow that always made his mind flutter, and would bring sweetness into dreams when he recalled them before going to bed have real answers. .Before coming to a conclusion, the white lance with the cracked moon and ice-like pattern was already out of his hands, shooting out more accurately and quickly than an arrow of light!

——"Shining Maiden" pierced Arnold Edwards' left leg, pinning him to the ground.

There was a smell of burnt flesh in the air, but it was extremely rancid.Arnold made a decisive decision, pressed the body of the lance and pushed it hard, at the cost of the wound on his left leg being completely torn to expose the bones, and avoided being directly sucked dry by the "Glorious Girl", but he had no strength to escape, struggled for a while, and remained silent Sitting up calmly, he raised his head calmly.

Mikhail smashed the wall with his fist, jumped down from the upstairs, and rushed towards Arnold Edwards on the broken ground. His frantic pace almost made the whole ground tremble; he grabbed the doctor's slender neck and When he lifted it up, his arms were bulging with blue veins, and a pair of pupilless eyes stared fixedly at the thin and pale face.The young knight had no expression on his face, but the whites of his eyes were full of violent silver lightning; there was a strong wind in the city of Chalek, and dark clouds rolled in from all directions, striking thunderously like mountains collapsing.

After a while, he squeezed out a cold and cruel voice from his throat:

"vampire--!"