Angel on earth

The warm sea breeze was blowing in, Captain Fox took a deep breath comfortably, and said loudly:

"We're not like those cheapskates! Work hard, let's get rich for Mithra, the sun god!"

People cheered: "Get rich!"

Arnold chuckled.No need to think about it, the pretty face in Mikhail's helmet must be twisted into a ball—what do you call it to get rich for the sun god?

Seeing the rich young master who had always looked indifferent, the captain smiled, although a little reluctantly, there was still a sense of intimacy in his heart.He gave a rough laugh, raised his hand, still didn't dare to pat Arnold on the shoulder, raised his eyebrows, and asked:

"You said that your name is Fred Hunter, and you look like a Noren, so you belong to the Marquis Hunter's family?"

"...Marquis of Hunter?" Arnold froze for a moment, then shook his head, "No. Not...Marquis."

Fox waved his hand, disapprovingly: "Noren is as rich as your Hunter family, and only the Marquis family is worthy of such a tall knight, well, unless you tell me that it is a bought Abaddon captive... Even if they are Abaddons, they are cheap, and raising them is important!"

Arnold forced a smile: "Okay, I found out for you. But—"

"I know! I won't say anything!" Fox waved his hand briskly, made a gesture of "please come in", and said happily, "The Marquis family has many enemies. You have to be careful when you go out, Master Hunter."

Arnold shrugged his shoulders, listened to him introduce the instructions of the suite again - pull this bell for laundry, pull this bell for meals, and so on -, thanked him politely, and closed the door.

Fox didn't mind his slightly alienated attitude either. Rich people are more or less eccentric, but alienation is not arrogance and indulgence is already well-educated by the church.So, through the thick wooden door, the two could still hear the excited shout of the captain getting farther and farther away:

"Let us praise the sun god Mithra and the sun knight Mikhail again! May the strong sun bless the Golden Fox and drive away the storm and the huge waves!"

Sun Knight gently placed the suitcase on the carpet.

Arnold sat down tiredly in the sofa chair stuffed with velvet cushions, kicked off his shoes, was silent for a while, then lost his temper and tore a soft cushion, shrank in the chair and did not move.

He said without thinking: "My mother's name is Hunter."

Mikhail took off his helmet, shook his head, walked up to Arnold, and said: "Their throats are open graves.[1]"

Arnold raised his face in surprise, unsure: "Are you—are you comforting me?"

"No! I mean the sailors!" exclaimed Mikhail at once, scratching his hair, and said honestly, "... maybe."

Arnold laughed.

"Thank you, Your Highness. You may take off your armor, and I think in a few hours, when the ship is far away, you will be able to draw the curtains and stand in the captain's seat to hear their confessional prayers and hymns."

Mikhail grunted: "The cauldron is for refining silver, the furnace is for refining gold, and the praise of people also tests people.[2]"

Arnold narrowed his smile and looked at him seriously: "Mikhail, the Hunter family has always stood by the church."

"Yes," said Mikhail seriously, "they betrayed you."

"Mikhail!" Arnold's voice raised an octave, with panic and excitement that he didn't even notice, "You are His saint!"

Mikhail was stunned, holding his helmet motionless:

"...Yes...Yes."

The two pairs of eyes looked at each other quite complicatedly for a while.Just when Arnold thought Mikhail had figured it out, the latter said:

"You're not like other vampires. I won't deny that there are villains in the Church, and Priest Grey did cover up for Father Vasili. Yes, you're not worthy of death. I'll...I'll argue with them. You Maybe you can stay in Lieyang City and research ways to cure diseases for the church, so as to atone for your sins."

Arnold in disbelief: "You want to defend me and let me go?"

"It's not exoneration, it's just... I don't approve of being implicated, I don't agree with blood conviction, I don't agree with the sins of ancestors—"

"You're crazy." Arnold pointed out, "I've said it all, I'm the only vampire in the Edwards family. I've lived for more than 200 years, and I'm not a descendant. I'm the so-called 'ancestor' when the so-called 'rebellion' happened. You think about it—”

"This is my omission, but this is my belief." In the flickering lights, Mikhail's blond hair and silver armor reflected the fine light, and he said firmly, "I will save you and give you a chance to redeem your sins." .”

"That's impossible," Arnold said.

"That's not true," Mikhail said.

"There is no absolute right thing," Arnold said.

Mikhail wondered: "Why do you persuade me to give up on you? You don't seem willing to compromise with the church."

"I do not want……"

"You don't want to hurt me, you don't want to make me sad." Mikhail said softly, looking into his green eyes, which were on and off, "but this will make me sadder. I will mourn the end of a righteous man." Sad, even more sad for the children who have no peace. The world shouldn't be like this, and you shouldn't end up like that. I want to save everyone, and this is my wish."

"If you really think so, why don't you let me go?" Arnold straightened up, his cheeks suddenly approaching, "You are right, because I have never done those things. The Edwards family is not a traitor, it is the church that betrayed us .”

Mikhail took a step back uncomfortably and turned his face away: "I don't think you are completely innocent, but I just think that people should not be convicted of a felony because of your status as a vampire. Your statement is too absurd. Are you Vampires, this fact is enough to prove that the Edwards—”

"You see, you are just defending me out of selfishness, and you don't actually believe me. You just want to make yourself feel better, and it has nothing to do with me doing bad things." Arnold shrugged, stood up and stretched his stiff limbs, "Now, I'm going out for a walk—"

The ship shook slightly, and an oil lamp fell to the ground with a snap, and the flame was extinguished by Mikhail swiftly.The room was much darker again, and the candle light was rippling back and forth on the faces of the two of them.There were screams and screams from far below the deck, followed by rude jeers from the sailors.Mikhail opened the curtains and looked out.

The captain's bedroom was located on the top floor, and was inlaid with expensive and strong transparent glass on three sides. Fox very conscientiously ordered them to be cleaned, and went to occupy the first officer's resting place by himself.It was so dark outside that the sky, sea, and deck could not be distinguished clearly, and one even suspected that the air he inhaled into his lungs was all the same thick, humid darkness.

Thin rain scraped the glass with water marks, but luckily it hasn't rained heavily yet.Mikhail frowned, wondering if he should make a move immediately.If it is a temptation, it should come from the saints. This kind of light rain has no possibility of threatening the Golden Fox for the time being. Most vampires are lunatics who attack indiscriminately, and basically have no ability to affect the celestial phenomena—that is the most precious thing from Father God. gift.

He decided not to interfere with the weather until the situation became critical.If it didn't work, he took Arnold to escape in a small boat, believing that the other party, as a saint, would not embarrass the civilians on this boat.The Golden Fox has several sailing ships, and he can summon strong winds...

A warm, salty sea breeze rushed into the house, and the remaining candles were instantly extinguished, exuding the smell of poor-quality smoke.Mikhail looked back, the door was crackling, and Arnold Edwards was nowhere to be seen.

The young knight curled his lips, but he didn't care about it. He just closed the door, took off his armor, stretched his limbs, then untied the hemp rope and white cloth, and began to wipe his long sword and lance.

Arnold followed the intermittent familiar smell and slipped below the deck.It wasn't that the smell was weak, but that the various smells on the ship were too strong, no matter what he couldn't continue to inhale such dirty air.Not to mention, after stepping down the stairs for two feet, the stench almost materialized, pouring into his clothes and nasal cavity like corpse water, making him experience the suffocation of human beings.

It was raining abnormally at sea, and the captain could be clearly heard laughing wildly on the mast amid the sound of the waves: "I just said nine o'clock in the evening is a good time, and the sun god Mithra will bless us! Who has seen this kind of ant on the sea Pee! Hahahaha!"

The ship rocked gently, like a huge oak barrel full of wine.

In the dancing candlelight, Arnold bumped into another person's head.

"Feel sorry!"

"Feel sorry!"

The two said in unison, and the next moment, their eyes widened in astonishment.

Arnold walked quickly to an empty corner, and fanned out the only candle on the wall.

Due to the turbulence of the ship, the passengers almost hid in their rooms to pray, and the sailors, who knew that there was no danger, mostly hid somewhere to be lazy.The sound of their talking was covered by a loud buzzing, and Arnold saw that there was a little girl next to the other party.

The middle-aged man with iron-gray medium-length hair was of medium build, his whole body was black from his shirt to his windbreaker, only his bow tie was as red as blood.In the darkness, that handsome face showed a joyful smile, and a pair of red eyes radiated a faint light.He whispered:

"I knew it was you! What's your name now?"

Arnold immediately closed his breath completely, and reached out to shake his hand: "Arnold. Well, but on this boat, I am Fred Hunter. You are still Tristan Hardy, right?"

"Of course! I didn't expect to see you here." Tristan Hardy thumped his chest with a smile, and a pair of round red eyes lifted from his waist.

The girl looked no more than eleven or twelve years old, with short curly brown hair, wearing a lace black dress with whalebone braces, and her thin arms were covered with bandages.

"...I didn't expect that either." Arnold looked away, looking at the blurred face in front of him, "Sorry, Ashley. I'm sorry I couldn't—"

"Thank you for your judgment! If it weren't for you, we wouldn't know where the rot is." Hardy smiled as stiffly as Arnold, as if he felt that shaking hands was not enough to express the joy of reuniting old friends, and stepped forward to hug him For a moment, exclaimed, "My dear—Fred! You haven't changed at all since then!"

Arnold also patted him on the back: "You too."

"Okay, let's not be polite." Hardy said with a smile, "I brought good tea. Speaking of which, it's really time for you to change your surname."

Arnold raised his eyebrows: "From Fuxue County?"

Hardy blinked: "Yeah. We are... I don't think you will mind, this is a regular fundraiser."