Angel on earth

"Huh?" Mikhail let out a sticky moan from his nasal cavity, got up from the captain's luxurious and soft bed, and tilted his head in a daze, "What's the matter?"

Arnold took two steps away, and said in disbelief, "Aren't you afraid that I'll run away?"

Mikhail raised his eyebrows lazily, but it seemed that he was not wearing a thin summer quilt, but was sitting on the holy seat of Lieyang Cathedral with a scepter in his hand, watching the foreign king prostrating and repenting under the stairs:

"You can't escape, and you don't dare to escape. The saints didn't come for me."

"You are really kind-hearted and tolerant." Arnold sneered, "It's not me who was pierced in the shoulder anyway. Mind you, if it weren't for me, an unforgivable Edwards vampire, you would have been pierced It should be the heart."

"Thank you for your rescue." Mikhail said calmly, stepping on the not-so-soft plush carpet with bare feet, frowning.Arnold is sensitive to this and sees it clearly, and immediately screamed strangely:

"You still think I'm delicate, Princess and the Pea!"

Mikhail asked blankly, "Who is the Princess and the Pea?"

Arnold didn't bother to explain: "It's not who."

Mikhail didn't know what to lose his temper: "I want to hear it."

Arnold raised his eyebrows: "Why do you have to talk if you want to hear me?"

Mikhail snorted and said, "You said I could come and ask you about the heaven on earth at any time, and you claimed that you didn't lie to me. Then I will listen now."

"...As expected of the Chief Saint." Arnold looked ghostly, "I don't know if it's an honor or a misfortune to have the same usage as the Sun God's Tome. But the Princess and the Pea is not the story there, and I have never been there. Then It's... Norn's fairy tale."

Mikhail snorted, and sat down on the edge of the bed again, propped his cheeks, blinked his blue-purple eyes like the morning starry sky, and said expectantly, "I haven't heard of it, can you tell me about it?"

Arnold muttered something and said reluctantly, "What princess story do you hear?"

"Didn't you start it first?" Mikhail disagreed, "My lance is still called 'Glorious Maiden'."

Arnold exclaimed, "That's what I read when I put my sister to bed!"

Mikhail tilted his head and asked curiously, "Speaking of which, do vampires really need to sleep?"

Before he finished speaking, he froze.Arnold's originally smiling expression froze for a moment, his green eyes stared at him, burning with unprecedented anger and cruelty, as if he was about to pounce on him the next moment, and die with him, with the Golden Fox and the whole A piece of darkness rushed into the same hell.

Mikhail didn't know what he said wrong, but his good upbringing and good nature told him to change the subject.Then he looked away, stooped to put on his boots, stood up, and asked:

"When you first came in, you wanted to tell me something, didn't you?"

"Yes, Your Highness, please follow me." Arnold Edwards turned around holding the candlestick, and replied coldly, "You don't have to trust me, but you don't have to trust your good brother. Use your pair of God's eyes see for yourself."

The candlelight danced in a swaying wave in the air.Mikhail put on his coat and hat, and strode over.Arnold turned his head abruptly, with a ferocious expression, as if warning him not to approach suddenly; the young knight didn't pay much attention, stretched out his hands, and dried his hair and clothes.

"Maybe it will rain heavily, there are indeed saints nearby, I can't feel the clouds in the sky." Mikhail's voice was clear and modest, like an early spring dawn in the humid summer night, "The captain prepared hats for us And a raincoat. Arnold, vetiver, poppies, or marijuana, it doesn't do anything to your body, but it only temporarily relieves the pain. That's what you taught me, if you have bad bones, don't go where it's cold and wet Run. The sea is wet, bear with it for a while."

Arnold blushed.Mikhail didn't know whether it was shyness or anger, so he just ignored him and followed him without saying a word, walking into the increasingly pouring rain.

The whirring of the sails, the sound of raindrops hitting wood and metal gradually intensified.Captain Fox's laughter also became quieter. The drunken sailors rushed out noisily, lowered their sails, and yelled at their respective posts. Run, or fall into the water and no one has time to take care of it.In the dark night, a huge wave that almost overwhelmed the boat at 45 degrees was raised, and the sea water fell from the sky.The second pair quickly pulled down the hatch above the head, and Arnold and Mikhail had already slipped under the deck one after the other, and the former was still patting the water stains on his sleeve leisurely.

The second officer, who was hit by the door panel, was dumbfounded.The hatch was not well sealed, and seawater flowed in from the edge, hitting his round brim hat, and his already messy clothes were wet into a rag.

Mikhail nodded to him, and the cabin was so dark that only his starry eyes remained, like will-o'-the-wisps in a cemetery.The second officer didn't pay attention, and cursed "Damn" in a low voice. After the sea water receded from the deck, he opened the door and climbed up to find the captain to be scolded.Mikhail turned around, and Arnold, like a real Hunter, walked down to the next floor with his nostrils up.

There was a creaking of steel and planks, and the sound of the waves lapping on the hull seemed as if ten devils were knocking at the door to come in.Unlike Noren's cumbersome warships, the Golden Fox has only one lower gun deck. After all, while Noren and Aerys and other parishes are busy hunting wizards, the Church has all kinds of mages to replace the heavy ships. Iron Cannon Spear.The cabin was supposed to be a lot more comfortable, but after years of service under James Fox, it smelled like Noren's fleet of men and rats.

The bottom of the boat is another hell.The lower you go, the more turbid and foul-smelling the air, the smaller the shaking, but the stronger the dizziness.Mikhail followed behind, looking at Arnold's back, the worries in his heart dissipated for some reason.When Arnold was in Chalek, he picked on his walking habits, but in fact he was not bad at all. He walked unhurriedly on the wet and dirty ground, as steadily as a cat walking on a cable.

Suddenly, the noisy roar was mixed with an undetectable rustling sound. The rough sailors couldn't do it so lightly, and even the most skilled thief in the king's capital probably couldn't do it. It was lighter and faster than Arnold.Mikhail pressed his hand on the rapier at his waist vigilantly:

"who?"

"Perhaps a flour merchant."

Arnold laughed happily, and Mikhail frowned without asking him who the flour merchant was.The corners of Arnold's slightly raised lips quickly flattened again, even his nose wrinkled, and he even touched a pair of gloves and put them on.Mikhail said nothing, because even he himself was a little unbearable, as if suffocated.

The area of ​​the ground floor is not small, there are no rooms, and the interlaced beams and columns feel a bit like a land house, but it is a bit low.In the congealed air, a few boatmen nestled casually among the boxes piled up to the top to rest; Captain Fox was a wise man, he even opened up the gold and jewels and threw them at the bottom, but maybe this was for the sailors to see, At the critical moment, he was able to escape with his private gold and a small boat.The workers blended into the hellish atmosphere almost perfectly. If they hadn't occasionally lazily raised their hands to catch lice, Mikhail would have thought that Arnold had brought him to judge the captain's death-abuse labor case.

The narrow passage with seven turns and eight turns soon came to an end, and the two of them walked the road that should have been less than one-third of the length of the bottom floor.A wooden wall that doesn't look very solid stands in front, and the copper-clad double-leaf wooden door in the middle shows a comical style.

Before approaching, Arnold retched first, took a step back, and reluctantly made a "please" gesture.Mikhail also smelled the terrible stench in the air. The stench of excrement, sweat, corpses, and vomit was as strong as a barrel of manure that had fermented for more than ten days. Arnold felt that the blond hair on the back of his head was working hard. Standing up, he screamed in denial.

After only hesitating for a second, Mikhail reached out and tore off the chain, and opened the door forcefully with both hands.

An even stronger stench came out stronger than the sea water that almost drowned the second officer. Mikhail closed his eyes suddenly, almost thinking that the drunk second-class soldier on the front line had vomited on his face.

In the gloomy warehouse that can't be seen as far as the eye can see, there are many iron cages stacked together, and the inside is full of human beings who have more thoroughly integrated into the darkness than the few boatmen outside.Arnold lit the gold candlestick brought out from the captain's cabin, and stuffed it into Mikhail's hands. Immediately, the reflections of eyes appeared densely in front of him, as if a whale opened its mouth and came towards it with sharp fangs.

Mikhail was stunned.

At first glance, he couldn't even believe that these shackled prisoners, so crowded that there was no room to sit down, were human.They were scarred and skinny, and their low moans rose and fell like the buzzing of flies, drowned in the sound of the waves beating against the hull.

Behind him came the hoarse voice of Arnold Edwards:

"This is the most valuable cargo on this merchant ship."

Mikhail did not speak.Arnold continued:

"Although I smelled it outside the city, I haven't left this continent for a long time. Even the matter of the Crescent Islands is based on my understanding of the church. Therefore, I just thought it was a normal smell. After all, I endured it for half a year when I went to the Siegfried Federation by boat. You are the high priest of the church, and the nobles may be no different from ordinary people in your eyes. They are all sinners who need to repent to God. There is no difference between them. But Eden's is better than the Viscount Angie's, as you should know."

He paused for a while, and cast a spell to tell the boatmen who came to prevent them from entering the warehouse to shut up, regardless of whether Mikhail was listening or not, and said:

"The eighth of the Twelve Saints, Jonathan 'Summer Night', took Mary's place after sending her to the stake. Before that, Bianchi was only one of the many royal musicians in the Kingdom of Eden A few of them, relying on their extensive knowledge of musical instruments, have such a little reputation in the upper class." Arnold almost habitually took an exaggerated breath to express his exclamation, stopped hurriedly, and hurriedly finished, "Dinah The princess would occasionally visit the Emerald City. She looked down on Bianchi's performance, and even sent her own fleet to send back the musicians sent by Aiden."

Mikhail did not even reproach him for saying this out of hostility to the saints and the Church.The young knight was stiff, his teeth were chattering, and his skin was so hot that his clothes could almost be set on fire.

The Golden Fox was ups and downs violently, Mikhail strode forward, said something unknown, and waved his hands to set a raging fire on the wall, those flames were pure and bright, but did not burn the wooden boards at all.With a single mistake in his hands, he tore open the low door of an iron cage and threw it on the ground, then tore down the door of the upper cage, walking forward without stopping, one after another violently, and soon became a mechanical repetition .

People came out of the cage, followed by Mikhail with eyes that could not discern emotion.Those iron rods twisted into various terrifying angles in his hands, and his palms were soon stained with blood.Arnold subconsciously shrugged the tip of his nose, and hurriedly took a step back.

The cages were piled up very densely, perhaps due to the frequent shaking of the Golden Fox, Mikhail had almost no place to set foot in the back.He stared at the iron cages with rounded eyes, looked down at his palms, turned around and shouted:

"go out!"

There was a crying tone in the boy's clear voice.

No one moved.He changed the official Red Moon language and ordered: "Get out!"

After a long time, a man who didn't know whether he was bold or resigned walked out the door.Some of these people were tall, some were short, skinny, and some were so hungry that their ribs and stomachs protruded together. It was impossible to tell their ages.Arnold's face became whiter, but there was a hint of sarcasm or sympathy in his green eyes. He stood at the door with a long bunch of keys hanging on his arm, and he opened the chains one by one. The priests baptizing people were still solemn and solemn, but everyone knew that it was actually a forced ceremony.

The warehouse gradually became vacant, and Mikhail pushed the empty boxes with many corpses piled up, and continued to destroy the remaining iron cages.

Soon, Mikhail stood in front of the deepest wall of the warehouse, looking at Arnold Edwards through the blazing platinum flame.

The doctor gave up the glory of the baptism just after finishing his work halfway, handed over the key to a few healthy people, told them to unlock it by themselves, turned around and smiled at Mikhail.

Trembling, Mikhail took a deep breath, as if he wanted to remember this foul smell forever.

Arnold said: "They need clean water and food. I really don't know how Captain Fox does business, so how much is left at the destination?"

"Then give them water and food," Mikhail said.

Arnold rubbed his chin, felt disgusted by the hand that had touched the iron chain, and twisted his nose in disgust: "It's not good for them. I have seen rebels, even if they are your enemies, you should admit that they are brave Right? The best way to heal these people is to let them avenge themselves."

Mikhail didn't hesitate: "James Fox, all of them will go to hell!"

Arnold squinted his eyes and stared at him for a while, didn't continue the topic, and clapped his hands: "Let's go and have a good meal! ——Your Highness, I haven't learned their words, you look at the translation."

Mikhail said: "You are free. Please follow us to get food. When the interrogation is over, I will send you home."

Arnold said: "Your Highness, don't always make unrealistic promises. You don't have the time in heaven to do these things, let alone your status."

"Didn't you never learn it?"

"I've guessed it all."

"...Why? Is it obvious?" Mikhail was dubious.

Arnold chuckled, and his voice finally had the sharpness that a legendary vampire should have: "You also had this expression when you told me this before. I'm sure, Your Highness, you are a true saint, Will stop at a moment before adulthood forever, forever young and beautiful-sounds like us vampires."

Mikhail stopped talking, flattened the hem of his clothes, strode out of the gate, and led them into the ink-like darkness of the upper floor.