Angel on earth

"You don't have to speak in this tone." Mikhail felt the wound on his right shoulder itch. Maybe it was too hot, and he needed some dark clouds. "When we return to Lieyang City, everything will be clear."

"Is this what your saintly brethren taught you, or do you think it yourself?"

"I'm not yet a spiritual adult. After I pass the test, I will have access to all documents. Before that, of course I choose to believe them."

"Aha! There are also permissions that the high priest, the chief paladin, and the chief exorcist cannot get. I thought you could almost walk into the Sun Cathedral and take off Gregory's hat and put it on your own head." .”

"Please don't waste any more time!" Mikhail was ashamed and annoyed, "Let me be honest, have you ever received relevant information from Candy Kane or others?"

"Other people? I think you are talking about Micah. I am very surprised... You believe that the third holy war is not a civil war in the church, but you don't know who Micah is, but you know Zacharias and Yana. "

"These are what Rollins told me these days. Moreover, the church does not worship human beings, and it must prevent the former saints from being resurrected from secular desires, which is a defilement for them. We commemorate them, but erase their memory Name. In the future, I will do the same."

"'Red Sea Holy Sword', Micah. The current 'Sword of God' Matthew is the one before Matthew. In the second holy war, he led 300 people to kill through Noren and Abaddon's 'Unicon Line of Defense'."

Mikhail frowned: "This is not something glorious."

"Isn't it the same as what you did?" Arnold said, "It's all killing for the church. I dare say that the Siegfried Federation has shed more blood under your hands than him. What's more, he still took back the territory , yours, Mikhail, do you really know nothing? It's a war of aggression!"

"So, you know Micah."

Mikhail's voice returned to calm.Arnold was stunned to find out that this kid was trying to figure out this, so he couldn't help but smiled: "Yeah. Didn't I say that? Why do you think the monster escaped from the prison in Lieyang City? It was Micah who rescued me of."

"Then tell me."

"……what?"

Mikhail looked at him calmly: "Since the church doesn't say it, please tell me about His Excellency Micah's deeds and the reason why he had to be erased. Rollins is very afraid of him. felt it."

The two accompanying knights had given up thinking, and pretended not to hear, each appeasing their horses.Since meeting Mikhail, Arnold has always been shocked by the logic of his words and actions, and now he feels pain in the back of his head.

After staring at Mikhail for a while, Arnold came back to his senses and said, "It's useless if I say it now—"

"I will remember. What is true is true, and what is false is false."

"No, I mean, we might meet Micah next." Arnold shrugged, "Believe it or not, I haven't seen him since I left Lieyang City. But if there are saints intercepting at sea You and me, he might find an opportunity to take out a shot or two. What I can say is that I am not on his side, but I work with him because we have a common enemy."

Mikhail stood up: "Then, let's continue on our way. But no matter what, I will not allow him to hurt my brothers and sisters."

"Even if they're going to kill you?"

Mikhail nodded: "Even so."

Arnold pursed his lips, with complicated emotions, but his expression was still stiff.

Mikhail made a sign, and he himself jumped briskly on the horse.As he mounted his horse, Mikhail was sure he heard him complain:

"No wonder you can even forgive me."

Mikhail retorted solemnly: "I did not forgive you, nor have I the right to forgive you, Mr. Edwards."

"You have the final say."

Arnold didn't expect that he would let him sit in the front. As a prisoner, he had no right to protest that the place was windy and awkward, so he could only brazenly hide his legs in the cloak that was buttoned on his right chest.Fortunately, Emile's cloak is soft enough.

But obviously, Mikhail Kupalana's weak attitude is more likely to paralyze people than Luna marijuana.When a group of people were getting ready outside the Glorious Port City, Mikhail lifted his cloak and was about to get off his horse. He looked down and saw Arnold leaning on his breastplate comfortably chewing a piece of turmeric, holding a paper bag in his hand, squinting The eyes sniffed around, as if picking out the next refreshment.

Mikhail looked away.No one present had the right to look up into his face while he was on horseback, so only Arnold saw him blushing like the mist of an autumn morning in Potosí.

Damn it.

Arnold silently stuffed the paper bag into the inner pocket, jumped off the horse as if nothing had happened, pulled a decorative rope from Emile, and tied his hands behind his back.

The accompanying knights had to pretend not to see it.Mikhail nodded to them, stroked Emile's neck, and said: "Next, we will split up. You will take Emile into the city to meet Bishop Trust, and I will take Mr. Edwards to take a merchant ship."

"That could be a trap," Ethan said.

"The Glorious Port is the largest port on this continent. Countless merchant ships from the Red Moon Empire, the Crescent Islands, Aerys, Noren, and even the Holy City come in and out every day. It is difficult for any party to track us."

Beto murmured, "You... really think that there are... important figures involved?"

Mikhail nodded: "There should be some misunderstanding. If someone finds you, just report the truth."

"……include……?"

"Including the part relating to Mr. Edwards."

Ethan breathed a sigh of relief, Beto muttered again, and when Arnold heard it, he was complaining that Ethan was not loyal enough and shouldn't say anything to save his life.

Mikhail continued: "We will board the ship and leave the port in the early hours of tomorrow. You wait until the day after tomorrow to set off with the 'God's Mercy'. As long as this one is available, the fleet will temporarily dispatch—"

"Excuse me, Your Highness." Arnold interjected, "Are you asking the crew to eat manna these days? If saints or vampires come to your door, they will first decide the outcome with us before considering killing mortals. , otherwise there will be no retreat in front of you."

Mikhail retorted: "I will ask the church to pay them for this time."

"The captains have their own property, and most of them are members of the church. The sailors and handymen they recruit are not. You will do nothing except to make the captains get a few more salaries for nothing. They can stay with the ship. In Potosi, send the sailors away."

"Won't that damage your reputation? What if no one is called when you go to sea next time?"

"Potosí doesn't have as many wars as the Siegfried Federation. There are as many cheap workers who are hungry. If someone is willing to pay five crowns for a job of ten crowns, the employer will dare to pay three crowns next time... "

Mikhail was shocked: "How could this be!"

Arnold nodded firmly: "That's it."

The boy questioned: "How did you know this kind of thing?"

Arnold wanted to spread his hands, but he was being tied up, so he had no choice but to retreat, shrugged and said, "Do you think I swam all the way from Lieyang City?"

Mikhail whispered angrily, "That happened more than 200 years ago."

Arnold sighed, as if the vampire needed to breathe: "Port Glazov."

"...It was my mistake." Mikhail simply admitted defeat, turned to Ethan and Beto and said, "You set off with the fleet one day later, bring Emile and Richard, try not to shout People see the problem. If you encounter danger from within, I allow you to surrender; if you encounter thieves and heretics, I order you to fight to the end. I hope we can see you again in Lieyang City!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Ethan Hill and Beto Ferdi knelt down on one knee, took over Richard's ashes and Emile's reins, and walked into the city with their own horses and armor.

Mikhail turned around, not to talk to Arnold, but to save the two knights from embarrassingly facing him and walking with their backs to the city gate for so long.

Arnold asked, "Would you like to change your clothes? Change the color of your hair, too."

Only then did Mikhail look at the armor on his body in embarrassment.Arnold snorted: "Or you can pull off the visor and dye the silver armor..."

"The knight enters the city to verify."

"We can go in secretly. Seriously, Mikhail Ivanovitch, didn't you think of this before you laid out the plan?"

Mikhail's cheeks were hot, and he shook his head honestly, not even thinking about the other party's sarcasm calling himself a federal person.Arnold smiled, and looked vicious because of his rigid body: "I have a good plan. I can jump in, and you can too. If you don't trust me, grab me in. Then, give me the money, and I'll go Buy a ticket. You are... well, the knight commander of our Hunter family."

Before he finished speaking, he himself laughed hoarsely.Mikhail nodded, as if he didn't know what he was laughing at: "Sounds good. The identity check of merchant ships is not so strict, it should be feasible."

Arnold turned around and shook his hands: "Then you can't tie me up. After entering the city, you have to buy a new set of clothes and take a shower. Have your knights left enough money for you, Church the property of?"

"You tied it yourself." Having said that, Mikhail stepped forward to help him untie the knot, and finally added angrily, "Master Hunter."

Arnold was in a trance for a moment.

Glorious Port is already very close to Canaan Continent, it can be said that it is only separated by a strait or a bay.The salty sea breeze flows slowly under the August sun, and it is wet, with a fine grainy feeling that can fill the lungs, like the milk squeezed out in the morning and slightly soured on the windowsill at noon.

The harbor not far away is full of people, and even today pots of tulips are still being transported away from Potosi to Noren, which is farther away than Lieyang City.In Norn only a lucky few survived those delicate flowers, and the survivors were transformed into ornaments more precious than gold.

Arnold could distinguish the smell of rose essential oil and cardamom spice among the garbage and the sea, and they seemed no different from the piles of inferior herbs used by the Chalek to ward off the rot in the Lower District in the aroma of the transpiring grass.

"Don't call me that."

After a while, he said grimly.