Angel on earth

The strong wind whipped up huge waves, and the cold raindrops poured down violently with the night, making people's bones ache, as if the sun god found a large ship of vicious sinners on the sea, and dropped stones from the sky to perform a collective stoning.The rain and sea water flowed down the stairs like a waterfall, and suddenly stopped, pouring up one after another, causing the captain to squint his eyes in amazement: the legs of the sailors on the deck who were desperately pulling the rope were almost submerged. His Golden Fox has not sunk yet!

Arnold and Mikhail stepped onto the deck one after the other. In the darkness and firelight, they looked like devils emerging from the abyss with an endless army.In the army that almost merged with the rainy night, many people were greedily breathing the fishy-sweet air, gorging on bacon and cheese, and watching the people on the deck vigilantly.

The water slowly parted, climbed up the side of the ship, and merged into the sea.But the torrential rain did not stop, and the few remaining glass oil lamps swayed back and forth with the creaking of the big ship. None of the busy, exhausted and soaked sailors cared whether there was water under their feet, and their legs were already full. Water is no different.Mikhail raised his head and frowned, lowered his head and bent his fingers, showing a puzzled expression, and Arnold laughed.

"...My God!" James Fox keenly sensed something was wrong, turned around and lifted the glass lampshade in front of his eyes, stared at them for a long time as if he had seen a ghost, and couldn't help shouting, "Mithras, Mr. Hunter, what are you doing?!"

Arnold didn't know why he was so happy, he laughed and said, "What's the matter? You go to Chuixue County to ask the Hunter's family for money! I'll give you [-]% more, a golden coffin may be a disadvantage, but a layer of good wood is still enough of!"

Mikhail pulled him away, his cheeks flushed with anger, and he pointed at the captain and shouted, "You bastard who should go to hell!"

Arnold was stunned, and immediately applauded.The few black men who followed up boldly were clever. Although they couldn't understand, they could also see that the "god" who had rescued them was scolding the captain, and the young man who unshackled them was encouraging him, so they also followed They clapped their hands, and even a thin but bright-eyed young man uttered "Well said!" in the ancient Noren aristocratic accent.

Arnold never thought that such words would come out of Mikhail's mouth one day.This must be the most glorious moment since the word "hybrid" was invented. If there are linguists present, they should contact friends from all over the world after going ashore. The word "hybrid" has spread from the westernmost end of the Red Moon Empire to Siegfried. The easternmost point of the Reed Federation, every inch of land and sea from the Abaddon Empire in the Arctic Ocean to the Isle of Holy Spring in the extreme south, has recorded this moment in history.At that time, fool aristocrats like Edwards and Hunt, it will be fashionable for every young man to say "bastard" when greeting each other.

The second officer drew out his scimitar violently and yelled wildly for a while.Arnold took out Mikhail's "Chastity Prayer" and threw it into the crowd, his hoarse voice roared like an opera singer:

"Avenge yourself!"

Mikhail turned around abruptly, looking straight at him with a pair of blue-purple eyes.Arnold didn't realize it, and opened his arms to welcome the rainstorm.The black crowd was separated by the high priest just like the previous flood, and the white long sword with cracked moon cracks sank into the deck.

A middle-aged man reacted first, roared, drew out his long sword and rushed forward.He was short in stature, and he was even weaker after suffering the inhuman treatment of long-distance transportation, but his gesture of waving the "Chastity Prayer" was almost more relaxed and smooth than Mikhail himself, so that just a single meeting would make the two The pair and the scimitar were cut in half, and in the rainstorm, the sailor's blood didn't even have a chance to splash on other people's faces.

The black man raised his head and let out a tragic howl. He turned into ashes in such a violent night rain, passed through the wind and rain, and drifted slowly and gently to the west.

The chastity prayer fell to the ground with a bang.The people were silent for a while, then burst into fanatical and desperate cheers, Mikhail had to stop them loudly, these blacks who felt that there was no hope of escape did not kill all the enemies on the deck.

After a white and purple intertwined lightning that occupied almost half of the world, a burst of thunder that seemed to be able to shake the Golden Fox apart with the aftermath of the vibration alone split the ocean.Everyone was more or less deaf for a moment, and Arnold saw Mikhail's eyes widen, making a "not me" mouth shape.

The crew members who saw this scene were horrified.Of course, this is only a minority, and the voices of human beings cannot cover the sky, and most people are still fighting against the wind and waves.The captain's eyes widened, and he swayed from side to side on the mast, almost accidentally knocking over the glass lantern.The first officer had a bit of guts and climbed up to ask him what happened and what we should do.

The waves swept across the sky and slammed heavily on the small deck, like a hammer hitting the back, and even Mikhail was soaked all of a sudden.He stretched out his ten fingers and raised them to the sky. Arnold said loudly, "Is it still useful for you to pray for Mithra's help?"

Mikhail swung his arms vigorously, and suddenly turned around: a wave swept away the statue of Matthew at the bow, and he saw it torn apart on the top of the wave.

James Fox had never seen such a terrible night storm. He hastily pried open the oak barrels on the lookout, scooped up spirits one cup after another and poured them into his stomach. to leak out.He handed the sad first mate a glass of wine that was crackling in the rain, and laughed while drinking his own. After laughing, he threw the wine glass to the ground, grabbed the first mate by the ear and yelled:

"Sink like a man, brat!"[3]

Mikhail shook his head, grabbed Arnold's arm, and walked into the captain's room.Fox didn't care about these two psychopaths who released the black slaves, so what happened to the black slaves?Anyway, everyone can't survive.If they could weather the storm, Fawkes might... never mind, he still wasn't happy.

Arnold closed the door smoothly, feeling a little unsteady.As soon as Mikhail let go of his hand, he grabbed the old but beautifully embroidered Iris towel on the sofa and wiped his hair.

Mikhail pulled out the robe and some accessories from the suitcase, turned his back to Arnold and took off his clothes, shaking the water droplets on his head everywhere like a puppy.Unknowingly, Arnold was attracted to the gaze, staring at the boy's perfect back and arms in a daze, then the heavy robe drooped down, revealing only two dark red cloth shoes.

He put on his hat, turned around, saw Arnold's expression, and said almost pleadingly: "What kind of person do you want me to be?"

Arnold looked back guiltily: "What does it have to do with me?"

Mikhail obviously didn't believe his tone, which sounded like a fool.Arnold knew it in his heart, so he said something strange and shrugged his shoulders expressionlessly: "What kind of person do you want to become? Don't attribute the reason to me."

Mikhail clenched his fists, then loosened them, and approached him to touch his shoulder.Arnold closed his eyes, feeling a warm force seeping into his clothes, flesh and bones, like the spring sun, making one want to sleep well.

He opened his eyes, only to hear the sound of the door closing.

The Golden Fox made horrible creaking sounds, as if it was about to be smashed by huge waves in the next moment, but it survived again and again, giving people hallucinatory hope.Captain Fox has stopped talking, and he and the first officer are hiding on the observation deck to drink; the passage to the lower cabin is occupied by blacks, and they are also having a carnival before death. It seems that they have never eaten and drank with their stomachs open like this when they were still in their hometown. , cheese, bacon, and brown bread were brought up in barrels; people who wanted to live a little longer shouted, and various people ran around on the deck and pulled the ropes to drain the water, but did nothing to help the status quo.

Mikhail closed the door and strode into the water.The flowing water rolling down from the stairs parted under his feet. The young priest's white robe and short golden hair shone slightly in the black stone-like night rain. Everyone was looking at the pair of blue-purple eyes like morning stars and morning mist, staring at him quickly. Step towards the white long sword on the deck.At this moment, the treacherous whimpering in the depths of the ocean and the violent collision between the clouds disappeared, and Mikhail Kupala's footsteps were deafening like drums or horns.

James Fox was in the middle of talking to the first mate, the sour wine dripped down his beard onto his yellowed skirt, he turned his head blankly and slowly following the steps of the chief saint, completely forgetting to grab the beer glass The right hand poured to the mouth.The first officer sighed for him:

"Oh, God……"

Mikhail Ivanovich Kupala stooped to pick up the "Prayer of Chastity" that was submerged in the water, and inserted it on the deck.He looked solemn, with a little unidentified irritation that teenagers of sixteen or seventeen often have, and solemnly raised his hands.He closed his eyes and let the rain wash his eyelashes and lips.

The sun's brilliance unreasonably tore through the rain clouds at three o'clock in the morning.The light rose from the sea like a sharp sword, and people only saw the frighteningly low dark clouds that almost sandwiched the cargo ship with the ocean in just a short moment.In an instant, the clouds disappeared and the rain disappeared, and the blue sky had no clouds, let alone stars, sun and moon, and the blazing light spread for thousands of miles.

The ocean boils.

The Golden Fox survived the last nearly [-]-degree swing, swayed slightly from side to side, and stopped on the sea surface.

Mikhail opened his eyes and looked at the black-clothed saint in the sky.

However, before he could open his mouth, a flaming sword light galloped from a distance, cutting the figure in the clouds in two!

Meanwhile, Tristan Hardy and Ashley Dubois flashed onto the deck.

The divine sunlight caused the two vampires' skin to blister and their bodies to fester in an instant. However, they seemed to be unconscious, and they flew across the water at high speed, attacking Mikhail without stopping!

Mikhail stretched out his hand to hold the "Prayer of Chastity" just before the black-clothed saint was attacked. At this time, he took a step back and stepped into a slowly steaming mist; he swung his long sword to block the dagger and flying needles. .

The two vampires missed a single hit, avoided Mikhail's sword and spells, and jumped into the sea despite their injuries, disappearing without a trace.

Mikhail jumped onto the side of the boat after him, looked down for a while, and then turned around.

Arnold Edwards was standing behind the curtains of the glass windows, looking through the overwhelming sunlight at Mikhail Kupala as he had looked at the slaves under the cabin a few hours earlier.

He moved his lips, and was about to say something when the ship shook violently again.

——A steep rocky mountain grew out of the bottom of the sea, nailing the "Golden Fox" in place.

The ship crackled and cracked planks from below.People were stunned for a moment, but James Fox had already accepted this magical day, kicked the barrel of wine away joyfully, and roared angrily:

"Abandon ship! Abandon ship! Go to the lifeboat! Get up and go to work, you bastards!"

The author says:

[3] Yeats "Celtic Twilight"

Flour merchants refer to the big rats on the ship who often steal flour. They are considered food reserves in the later stages of the voyage...