Angel on earth

Arnold listened with relish, and when he finished speaking, he nodded and readily admitted: "I did it."

Mikhail pursed his lips, shook his head invisibly, and asked softly, "Do you have any excuses?"

Arnold grinned and turned the fire: "Is there anything you dare not look at me?"

Mikhail raised his eyes in astonishment.Arnold looked at the eyes that were more foggy and the morning star was wandering, and smiled: "I have nothing to argue. If there is, then all the churches today are a bunch of sons of bitches. If there is no bad luck today, I'm going to kill you sooner or later."

Mikhail lowered his head: "The details of these crimes... are irrelevant. Next question. Do you know Candy Kane, the 'Fornicated Witch'?"

"She used to be called 'Prophet of Doom' and 'Ash Witch'. The former sounded like a saint, but now she has the word fornication." Arnold shook his head, "I've heard of it, but I'm not familiar with it. But, No matter what, the answer must be yes, otherwise, how would His Excellency Rawlins explain to the Holy See that you brought the 'Glorious Maiden' to the door several times, even looked at the composition of the soul, and insisted that I am not a vampire before the August Festival? Unless he wants to tie you and me to a stake, which would be an honor."

Priest Gray raised his eyebrows exaggeratedly, and Arnold said with a smile: "The answer to this question, just write yes. There is no need to ask for relevant information. Next."

"Dit Ivanovich accuses you of deliberately murdering his father Ivan Vasilievich, do you admit it?"

Arnold's eyes widened in surprise.

"why?"

Mikhail did not answer.

Arnold blinked quickly, swallowed several times, and said hoarsely:

"I didn't. I didn't harm him. Never, how could I... You just listen to this. Priest Grey, listen carefully, I admit it."

Priest Grey looked back and forth between the two of them a few times in embarrassment, muttering and writing down everything they said.Mikhail seemed to be stuck in some unpleasant memory again, so he had to remind him aloud: "Next question, Your Highness?"

Mikhail regained his composure, nodded to him to express his gratitude, and took a deep breath: "The church has carried out a large-scale expulsion of Katerina Ivanovna and other citizens who have been treated in the Miracle Clinic. For the time being, the four apprentices have not shown signs of contamination, but there is still a little uncertainty: It is reported that during your stay in Chalek, especially in the past two years, you often came to teach Catherine Lvovna Chicherin. "

Arnold stood up abruptly and leaned in front of the railing. Under the messy gray-black short hair was a pair of green eyes that were almost protruding, and the square glasses fell to the ground and cracked: "It's just some herbal medicine knowledge. The originals are at Chicherin's, and you must have found them. Mikhail Ivanovich Kupala! You—"

"She is more implicated by you than Dr. Terekin." Mikhail interrupted indifferently. "This is a question: do you or she know Micah?"

"I know him. He came to look for me that time in the Ognessica Forest." Arnold said quickly, "I was imprisoned in the Monastery of the Sun, but he rescued me, Rollins and Isabella Those people know it! It is impossible for Catherine to know Micah. I told her the story. He saved me. Is it strange for me to spread his name?"

"Why did Micah come to you? Is it related to the actions of Candy Kane and other heretics?"

"I do not know."

"Answer whether?"

"Yes. Yes! Micah came to me because of the actions of the rebel army! Catherine is just a girl with a lot of curiosity, Your Highness, didn't you ask others questions when you were young? Please let her go!"

"I won't do anything to her, even if she really got involved in the magic field, I will save her, she is still young." Mikhail frowned uncomfortably, "She just needs to stay in the monastery until she becomes an adult , make a good change—"

"Catherine, Catherine..." Arnold muttered in despair, hitting the iron railing of the cell hard, and shouted frantically, "Catherine! Please! Please—don't let her enter the monastery! Aren't you the chief saint? You have the right to stop this! I didn't do anything to her, I didn't touch a single drop of her blood! You go and see, you go to her house to exorcise demons! Don't let her in such a place, Miha Il Kupala!"

Mikhail took a step back, and Arnold's whole face sank into the railing, desperate like a starved wild wolf: "Please! Please - she is only 12 years old! Only Catherine -! Please Save her! Please let her go! Think of Ivan, Your Highness, and think of Catherine—"

"Which Ivan?"

"...Yulia, Yulia!" Arnold's voice was hoarse, and he looked at him mournfully, his feet were rubbing against the ground in futility and anxiety, as if he could squeeze through the railing with a little more effort, " You're a righteous man, I know it's up to me, a vampire says it's bad, but Catherine did nothing wrong, she's young, I promise. Even if you try to draw a wound on her, think Thinking of Yulia, Your Highness, Catherine is not a few years older than her..."

"I found the record of Ivan entering the monastery."

"Yeah, yeah. I know why Git hates me. If I had come forward, he could have got the whole bounty. If the bounty came earlier, they wouldn't have sold Yulia. He also hates me for not saving Yulia! Do you know the purchase price of the monastery? One Potosi silver coin, or five hundred aspen coins, the richer ones are more expensive. I'm not lying about one thing, Kozlov My eldest daughter is really having a hard time at the convent, she begged me for help and never got a chance to approach me again, just go and see, her name is Roxanne, someone is listening, you better go see Roxanne when you're done Is it still alive?"

"It's 'Ivan', not 'Yulia'."

"Of course it's 'Ivan', that male dog who deserves to be fucked by a donkey likes boys!" Arnold yelled fiercely, "Why didn't I know? I helped him dispose of their bodies! Two of them were still alive at the time, Saved me and died within a few days of staying in the monastery, one drowned in the Ognessica River while playing in the water, one choked to death while eating. Ha ha! Then he stopped trusting Of course I have to kill him. What happened to the previous doctors who lost their trust?! If you were not in the way, it would have been the same as the Glazov Church! I gave him the most painful poison, every bishop should taste-"

"I don't quite understand what you mean. You're not clear enough, maybe you need to..."

"Give me some blood," Arnold said quickly. "If you want a girl, just draw half a syringe. Not menstruating."

Mikhail paused again.Priest Gray raised his head: "Absolutely not, Your Highness."

But the high priest still took out a small vial of blood from his clothes and told Gray to pour it into a bowl.He even moved his fingers and loosened the silver chain for Arnold from the air.

"It's Ethan's blood." Mikhail lowered his eyes. "He gave it to me this morning. He thanked you very much for healing their leg injuries, and they are much better now. A cup of blood, your favor has nothing to do with him."

Arnold reluctantly took the small bowl, frowned and gritted his teeth, moved his lips to it several times, and took a hard lick after a while, then covered his mouth, put the small bowl on the ground, turned his back and retched up.

"...Thank you Mr. Hill for your generosity, but vomit—" Arnold crawled into the corner with his hands and feet together, his facial features wrinkled with dry retching, "...cough cough... vomit..."

Mikhail's expression changed again and again, and he didn't know what to say.Priest Gray looked at him, gestured on his wrist, and asked carefully:

"How about... try mine? Ethan is our brother, and I would like to pay it back on his behalf."

"Eunuchs are men too!" Arnold was so uncomfortable that his whole internal organs were tumbling, and he cried weakly, "Men are so self-righteous! Even a 13-year-old girl has blood that rots and stinks early, and the probability of men having good blood is higher than mine. It's too young for the Pope to be canonized!"

Priest Gray made a "wow" expression, lowered his hands, and bowed: "I would like to thank you for your respect. You are right, eunuchs are also men."

"—I'm not human."

Mikhail said suddenly.Priest Gray and Arnold Edwards looked at him in astonishment.

As if he knew nothing about these emotions, he opened the prison door and strode into the door.The petite Priest Gray couldn't stop him at all, even if he hugged his thigh, he was as easy as wearing a kneepad; Arnold showed a rather disgusted look at Mikhail for the first time, but he vaguely looked at him. Looking at the other party's face that was still like a lily in the morning, even though he was still suffering from the unprecedented stench just now, he still hesitated.

Regardless of what he thought, Mikhail unbuttoned his left arm, rolled up his sleeve, pulled out the dagger from his thigh, and cut a knife on his left arm with his backhand.He squatted down, grabbed Arnold's chin and dragged him over, but the doctor turned over, impatiently moved his knees and crawled over, greedily sticking out the tip of his tongue to catch the first drop that dripped from his left arm Blood.

This time Mikhail almost failed to push him away.The vampire narrowed his eyes in comfort, and even showed a docile expression. His tongue, which was originally cold and stiff, was warmed by the blood, and softly swept over the young knight's wound.

It's disgraceful, Arnold thought vaguely, but Mikhail's blood is really delicious.He is very restrained, even more restrained than when he was four or five years old holding a big jar of sugar but could only eat the tip of his little finger every day, so as not to suck Mikhail dry.There is no girl in the world who has sweeter blood than Mikhail. The kingdom of milk and honey recorded in the Sun God's Book is not comparable to Mikhail's blood vessels. His young body is full of blood. Torrents of the darkest sea.His blood is the drizzle that falls in the woods in the early morning, the ocean lapping on the golden sands under a clear sky, the honey spread on muffins on Christmas Eve in distant childhood, the grain piles stretching toward the clouds at the edge of the harvest field, It's the sizzling grease dripping from the roasted meat on the river bank into the fire, it's the robin's wailing caused by the collision of morning dew and flower petals, it's all the purest happiness in the world that Arnold hasn't enjoyed for a long time, it's more than Radiant Maiden— —

When Arnold occasionally opened his eyes a crack, Mikhail saw that the dilated pupil of his left eye almost squeezed out all the green.But he smoked quite restrainedly, maybe because of exhaustion, maybe, maybe out of some kind of reserve.Mikhail didn't feel the blood loss at all, he raised the bleeding dagger and was about to ask Priest Grey to wipe it dry. Arnold leaned over and licked away the remaining liquid cherishingly.

He was so hungry.Doctors can do bloodletting, but only the blood of young girls can be drunk, and the taste is also mixed.The spring rain will carry the resentment from the quarrel with the mother yesterday, the summer night will be mixed with the sour love for the boy next door, and the little thorns of jealousy will grow secretly under the rose; they are all lovely smells, but nothing more.He can drink it once or twice a month, chatting and masturbating.

Mikhail's blood almost stuffed the entire Promised Land into his mouth, esophagus and cumbersome intestines and stomach.

When Arnold drank enough blood, became more conscious, and retreated to the corner in a hurry, Mikhail touched the wound on his wrist to let it heal, straightened his sleeves, stood up, and looked at the front where a corner was missing. , the stone that grew moss and worms, said:

"Candy Kane is dead."

Arnold didn't seem to hear it, still reminiscing about the feeling of the kingdom coming just now, sitting in the corner, lowered his head and said sadly:

"But you don't owe me anything."

The author says:

Misha: Do you like me then? You are greedy for my blood, you are scumbag!

Arnold: Delicious.

Mi silly:? ? ?

Chapter 1 mentions that Catherine's father's nickname is Lionia, but I'm not sure if Lvovna is the right name ORZ Anyway, pretend that the federal language is like this (X)