Angel on earth

There is a conservatory in the southeast corner of the Chinnery Monastery, which luxuriously uses countless transparent glass.Under the sunlight, the iron supporting the glass casts prison-like shadows on the plants.

This is a favorite place for priests and deacons to go in winter, and nuns will also devote themselves diligently to escape the coldness of the monastery.There is no cold wind in the conservatory, and the golden sunshine is everywhere. Even in the harshest winter, it looks like a golden autumn harvest.The only thing to worry about was wind and snow crushing the glass, which killed two unlucky deacons, but it didn't matter, there was plenty of money.

During the summer, the conservatory was used to house a vampire.

Arnold Edwards huddled in the shadow of the corner post, his leg injury healing rather slowly. The "Glorious Girl" almost killed him, and it was a little difficult to move with the shadow of the pillar during the day.In summer, the conservatory was as hot as a stove, all the plants were withered and turned yellow, the smell of rot was strong and dull, sweat flowed into the wound, and white smoke was sizzling.The only luck is that vampires don't need to breathe, but all kinds of flying insects and reptiles that are more tenacious than vampires still make him gnash his teeth.

Not to mention, in order to hide it from Mikhail, he hadn't drank blood for more than a month.The Miracle Clinic was confiscated, and herbal medicines and utensils were transported up the mountain by trucks to be sealed as evidence of his crime.Priest Grey seems to be a good person, he leads him to make records every few days, and raises his arm to hold an umbrella for him on the way.But there was never a monastery without a gathering of citizens.Recently, he admitted that he used the brass syringe to bleed the girl; the skin of a young girl is too delicate, and it is not good to use a knife to bleed and leave scars. Scar ointment is still very popular until now, and several old nuns put several bottles and jars into their large black robes in front of him.

Olga, who was standing among the nuns, rushed forward and yelled at him, hitting him with a cup; she forgot that the cup was filled with hot water, and was stupefied when she saw the doctor's cheeks blushing. After saying "I'm sorry", he covered his face and ran back into the crowd, and was comforted by the well-meaning nuns in their arms; their hateful and contemptuous gazes at Arnold were really harmless.

Anyway, Olga's blood tastes good.

Arnold waved away the flying insects nearby.Flies and maggots are not very interested in the vampire's body, and the calf of a dead person will not fester, which is more worry-free.

Two weeks had passed since the evening of the August Festival.Tomorrow will enter September, and it is time to prepare for the sowing of winter wheat, and the harvest season of apples and pears is almost here. He also planned to plant some safflower and Angelica dahurica in the medicine field in the backyard.It should be the busiest season for the Harvest Priest, but Mikhail...

Mikhail came once, did not look at him or speak to him, sat at the door of the conservatory and cried for a long time, was reprimanded severely by Rawlings, then stood up and walked away with his shoulders drooping.

very pitiful.

Priest Gray wandered around the neighborhood every day, and only Rollins was as busy as a dog. He also had to collect the information submitted by the dioceses, deal with the riots in Chalek, and enlighten that silly boy Mikhail.

Today's sun is still good, only some clouds in the direction of the lower area.Priest Gray was standing not far away, leaning on a pillar, slightly spreading his arms, singing a federal opera comfortably:

"The knight longs for the battlefield of dreams;

Prisoners dream, grabbing freedom outside the window.

Equally fervent and longing, I pray once more,

Don't let my hopes fail, don't let my dreams die. "[1]

His voice has the crispness and sweetness of a woman, and the smooth power of a boy.Arnold listened for a while, raised his head, and smiled viciously:

"What dreams do you have, little eunuch?"

Priest Gray sang the whole verse before stopping leisurely, his smile still gentle and decent: "Don't look at me with such a fierce expression, doctor."

Arnold raised his eyebrows, touched his face, shook his head, shrank his body, and decided to continue to rest.The hardest noon of the day had just passed, and he had to regain his strength.What's more, he didn't despise the young eunuch.No eunuch can be a cardinal, save Priest Grey.

"Your Highness Kupala is so kind to you." Archbishop Aerys smiled sweetly, and the red thick-heeled lace-up shoes made a crisp sound on the path, "I also want to let you know out of kindness. In two days My God, when the investigation is over, you will be locked in a dungeon, which is not good."

"I'm a vampire." Arnold said in surprise, "Which Your Excellency is so kind? I suggest arresting him, maybe he is my accomplice."

Priest Gray tilted his head and said with a light smile, "Forget it, it wasn't my idea anyway. If you want to blame, you can blame His Excellency Rollins, he knows everything."

Arnold waved his hands wearily and fell asleep.

Late at night on September [-]st, a tired Rollins visited the glass conservatory.Arnold adjusted his glasses and accused:

"You should knock first, sir."

Rollins ignored him, tied his hands behind his back with silver chains, bound his legs, and dragged him into the dungeon himself.Arnold sighed:

"Don't you remember me, Rollins? But I remember you. Be careful that Mikhail let me go in a moment of sympathy, I will definitely come and kill you."

Rollins sneered, ignoring the low-level provocation.

Arnold repeated in a low and hoarse voice: "I will definitely come and kill you."

Pure silver products had little effect on the wound, but the cold and dampness of the dungeon almost took half of the vampire's life away in just two nights.There is no joint in his body that does not hurt, as if countless steel needles are piercing into the cracks in the bones, stirring the bone marrow and muscles.Hunger and exhaustion swept over him, and the calf missing a piece of flesh twitched for a while and couldn't move. Even shaking took a lot of energy. He wondered vaguely if he pretended to be a corpse, would he have the corpse exposure wilderness? lucky.

However, when Mikhail came to visit, he tried his best to straighten his glasses against the wall, sat upright facing the door, and smiled palely.Mikhail was back in white today, but not in any of his previous outfits.Arnold slowly remembered that some clothes were made and worn only once.

He didn't know how long he had been in the dungeon, it always felt like a long time, maybe as long as a week, but he knew that pain would make people's perception of time problematic.Mikhail, then, was a poor, good boy.

If only he hadn't been born in the Church.But if he hadn't been born in the Church and canonized as its first saint, he would hardly have lived to this age.

"What time is it?" Arnold asked Priest Grey.

"Seven o'clock in the morning." Priest Gray replied.

"Thank you." Arnold nodded, turned his head to Mikhail, and said reservedly, "Good morning, Your Highness Kupala. Sorry for not being able to stand up and salute."

"...Good morning." Mikhail's voice was a little hoarse, but he quickly returned to normal, and nothing could be seen in his pupilless eyes as usual, "The investigation of you has come to an end, today I am here For confirmation, Archbishop Gray is today's clerk. You only need to say 'yes' or 'no', and you can also make additions, and the church will conduct a follow-up investigation."

"it is good."

"Before the official start, do you have anything to say?"

Arnold thought for a while: "How is Terekin?"

"Sebastian Teregin doesn't know you." Mikhail poked his eyes out from behind several folded parchments, glanced at him, and then retracted, "When he was working in Cusco, Received a letter from Chalek, memory after that is fuzzy. We did a soul survey and he wasn't lying."

"Not really." Arnold said firmly, "Let him go. He was just implicated by me and used to divert attention. I didn't expect the saints to come."

"Then you answer in the affirmative whether you have been deceiving and attempting to frame Dr. Terekin?"

"This questionnaire must have been written by Rollins or Gray. They sent you here, hoping that you will face up to your mistakes and see clearly what kind of friend you want to make." Arnold smiled sharply, "I didn't think Slander him, otherwise you will not come to prison. Believe it or not is up to you. However, the answer to this question-I choose yes."

Priest Gray held a quill pen and took notes.

"The investigation of your origin has also come to fruition. Eight years ago, there was indeed an Edwards missing in the port of Glazov in the Siegfried Federation, Harry Edwards." Mikhail said from Gray on tiptoe The priest took a roll of parchment from above his head, without looking at Arnold, "On the fourth day of his disappearance, the Glazov Cathedral caught fire, killing four priests, seven nuns, and Five believers who participated in the service. But this is not the only bloody case, Ah...Mr. Edwards. From Iris to Aiden, Kinnik Island, you have evidence of your crimes, and even in the Commonwealth you have at least three times— —”

"Five times." Arnold interrupted lazily, "and two times with the surname Hunter."

Mikhail paused, and bit his lip again.Priest Gray lowered his head and coughed twice before continuing:

"Names you have used include, but are not limited to, Harry, Alfred, Blitz, Joseph, Cedric, Roberto, Harvey, Gail, Jeremy, Patrick, Kirk, Vincent Te, the surnames used are Edwards and Hunter, yes?"

"Yes."

"Every combination means at least one murder, the lives of several brothers and sisters, right?"

"Honestly, I think you're a good person. Those guys really don't have the qualifications to be your brothers and sisters. But if you have to be so 'kind', yes."

Arnold spoke quickly and quietly.They conversed in Potosi, which they switched to Noren.At first, Arnold struggled to speak Norren, but by the time he reached this sentence, his tongue had perfectly recalled the arrogant and reserved aristocratic accent more than 200 years ago.But because of this, Priest Gray had to interrupt:

"Mr. Edwards, please speak slowly. It is a good thing for both parties that you deal with the interrogation honestly, but forgive me, after more than 200 years of changes, the Norun language is completely different. Although His Highness Kupala has learned Old Nordic, but please speak more slowly..."

The archbishop of Iris said this in the common language of Iris, which didn't change much, and Arnold was a little angry.Mikhail came to a standstill again, and Archbishop Iris had to cough dryly in a more exaggerated voice than before.

Mikhail was a little embarrassed: "Uh... where did we talk?"

Priest Gray smiled sweetly: "I think you need to calm down, Your Highness, you know, vampires are always cunning and treacherous creatures, and the blood they drink belongs to Amexist, who is good at seduction, and they even have feelings for gods." can be deceitful.--May I venture that, as Archbishop of Iris, I know quite a bit about the history of the whole Diocese of Iris. One thing comes to mind these days, and if you need a break to calm down, maybe you can listen to this story."

"Okay, please tell me, Brother Grey." Mikhail said gratefully.

Under the gaze of Arnold's squinted green eyes, Priest Gray took a step forward and said slowly:

"More than 200 years ago, a doctor named 'Harry Edwards' murdered a bishop in the Violet Province of the Kingdom of Iris, and was cut off by Viscount Hubert de Gause when he escaped. He quickly exposed The reason is neither that the technique is unfamiliar, nor that our exorcist is too powerful, but because there is a local tailor who specializes in making clothes for nobles, the famous "God's Hand" Joachim. According to documents, the upper class at that time gave tailors Awarded honors, and even jointly petitioned that the church should seal Joachim as a true saint, a typical Iris idiot aristocrat. The church believes that the so-called "hand of God" is probably a witchcraft method.

"Dr. Edwards ordered a dress for the Marquise de Gautier in the second year of lurking. Before committing the crime, he went to Joachim's tailor to pick up the dress and bought a large number of gem ornaments, including a An emerald-encrusted cane. He was penniless when he first arrived in the Violet, and no doctor, no matter how superior, could accumulate so much wealth in just two years, unless he was the Count of Monte Cristo , but the church is as vigilant against the Count of Monte Cristo as it is against heresy; the authority of the church has been greatly enhanced after the Third Holy War, and he should not have the courage to seduce those noble ladies, unless he is an Aiden. Therefore, when he took out the money , the church is eyeing him, and he should be aware of this.

"However, I don't know whether Mr. Edwards is crazy or premeditated. On Sunday morning, July 1238, 7, he returned to the clinic, put on the most expensive gown, gold pocket watch and gemstone brooch, diamond sleeve Then he polished his shoes at Marco's shoemaker, took a carriage to the church, stuffed 8 twenties and nine livres in the donation box, then got up calmly, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, he smashed them with his stick. The head of Archbishop François who was presenting a thank-you speech."

The author says:

[1] It is the same as the two people sang in the previous chapter, which is Anna Karenina's aria.