Angel on earth

Arnold laughed loudly: "I just want to see your unlucky appearance! I want you to take off your white clothes and roll in the muddy water when you learn the truth! Like Kozlov's pig, like Morozov HAHAHAHAHA! You should all die, it's so fucking unfair!"

"Don't say that," Mikhail begged, holding the vampire's cold fingers, "let me think. I've—I don't know—you've got to give me time to discern the truth! Please don't do this to me. ..."

"If you don't like your right eye, dig it out and throw it away!" Arnold giggled, raised his face exaggeratedly on the floor, pulled his hand out of his hand, stood up straight, and spread his hands, "One eye is gone!" Hell, it's better than having both eyes on it! Hahahaha..."[2]

Mikhail was short of breath, and raised his eyes to look in the direction where the Golden Fox sank; they were already far away from the place where "Sea King" Jasmine appeared, but he didn't look at Jasmine at that time, could he pretend that nothing happened? ?

The two looked at the sea, and fell into a situation where they had nothing to say.

The noise from the rear of the fleet became louder and louder, and it couldn't be ignored even as the fleet cut through the waves, until Mikhail was awakened from the confusion.Arnold also shrugged his nose, retched, and subconsciously stood up.

Mikhail frowned.It appeared that black people had clashed with other passengers, both sides were yelling, and he could hear them exchanging similar phrases in different languages, such as "food", "murder", "trade", "plunder", "slave", etc. Accused, several crew members have drawn long knives and erected sea spears, and the blacks have each drawn out the weapons they found before leaving the Golden Fox.

"Why?" Arnold thought that he was going to continue the previous dispute, and said eccentrically without thinking, "Don't worry, I won't transform them. I hate everyone on this ship! Do you think they are going to do it because of the dog barking?" Just bite them?"

Mikhail was very short-tempered, followed behind him, frowned when passing James Fox's boat, turned his head away with a snort, and hated Captain Aiden even more than Arnold.Fox already knew that he was Mikhail Kupala, and after experiencing everything last night, seeing him walking on the water again, he was too scared to say anything, and secretly glanced at the rope between the two sailboats The fast-moving "Fred Hunter" thought it was an ascetic monk who was with Mikhail and made himself a ghost.

The commotion among the passengers subsided quickly, and one lady even secretly gave Mikhail a wink, and two ladies who were not too embarrassed dusted Master Hunter with powder; surname, but he is [-]% Aiden in his bones. Facing the beautiful lady, he did not have the backward thinking of ordinary captains that "women are unlucky on board". flag.Arnold had no time to talk to them, and hurried through the crowd to find the wounded.

The crew members who were injured were still holding their spears and swords vigilantly. The black people were excited and exposed to the sunshine of freedom, but they became worried and did not dare to fight back. Therefore, the situation was not as tragic and tense as Arnold expected.

There were a large number of black slaves captured on the boat, but they were densely crowded on the four small boats. If Mikhail hadn't controlled the wind properly, the boat would have been flooded and capsized; this is one of the reasons why they didn't dare to run around.Arnold couldn't control that much, and directly drove a group of people to the white boat to make room for the wounded; as for the dissatisfaction of the white gentlemen, let them resolve it in awe of Mikhail.

On the way, Arnold took two first-aid kits and quickly bandaged people to stop the bleeding; several people were only seasick, and they could be solved by pinching a few quickly on the head; the most serious one was a man who was stabbed in the abdomen , Arnold checked up and down for a while, and immediately stretched out his hands to Mikhail:

"Burn it."

"what?"

Arnold said hastily: "Burn the surface. — don't burn it!"

The golden white flame evenly passed over the thin hands of the vampire, and then, under Mikhail's astonished gaze, Arnold's right hand pierced into the patient's abdominal cavity like a steel knife like lightning.

Soon, the patient stopped bleeding.

Arnold asked Mikhail to find a needle again, and also burned it with holy fire to sterilize it, pricked a needle on his wrist, and picked out a thin line of blood.

Before inserting the needle, Arnold held up the needle and thread, and said to Mikhail: "It won't be transformed, and it won't be infected, but the patient will have spiritual vision in a short period of time. If you object—"

Mikhail cast a spell to calm down the commotion passengers, nodded to him and said, "I believe in you."

Arnold found himself in no mood to sneer or sneer.He shook his head, pinched the bleeding point with one hand, and quickly sewed up the patient's internal organs and wounds with one hand.The blood of the ancestor of vampires is overbearing enough, and those little disease-causing creatures near the wound cannot survive.

While he was sewing, Mikhail also interrogated the cause of the turmoil.

He and Arnold exclusively occupied the foremost galleon, which was used extravagantly for quarreling; the captain and his confidants occupied a ship, guarding several large chests, which contained gold and water, food, and——a man who was almost lost Confessions of the sailors who lost their lives among the Negroes—the Noren machine that the "Golden Fox" cheated from a shipwrecked merchant ship, they got the cargo and ran away with full sail without saving anyone; ordinary passengers and sailors There were not many boats allocated, but there was still room to sit down. The blacks were not as crowded as the original cages, but the air was much better and there were no shackles.It has been more than half a day since the sinking of the Golden Fox. People took out emergency food from the bottom of the lifeboat to share. The four black boats did not have enough food and water, so they sent representatives to ask the captain for it.For this reason, they had to pass through the ships of ordinary passengers and sailors. The two sides did not understand the language. In fact, there was no dissuading link at all. The one who was being stitched by Arnold had just climbed onto the deck and was stabbed down by a sea spear on the opposite side.

Mikhail did not force these people to reconcile, but just untied the ropes, moved the passengers to the front, tied up Fox and his men, and the most violent blacks and threw them on the lead boat; the sailors crowded , freeing up two boats for the abducted slaves, although it was still a bit crowded, it was much easier.Fox's rations were also distributed to them on a head-by-head basis, which was a little less than the white passengers on average, but there were too many people and there was nothing they could do.

Naturally, Arnold ordered Mikhail to take his patients back to their boats, saying they needed rest.Mikhail didn't try to save people, he did it honestly, and went to direct the sailors to lower their nets to catch fish, and he separated clean water from the sea to fill the empty buckets.With food and clean water, most people stopped making noise.It's just that the passengers still looked at the black people frequently, winking and feeling uncomfortable.Arnold sympathized with this, but, to him, everyone except Mikhail, including them, smelled disgusting.

Therefore, he really couldn't go against his conscience and say that Mikhail was a bad person and an accomplice of the church.

The condition of the black man who was stabbed quickly stabilized.With a steady stream of clean water, Arnold became extravagant, washing his hands every time he passed a patient.Two white passengers lost their temper and complained that he treated niggers and thought he was dirty; several black passengers yelled for a long time, probably asking him to return their good brother, but he rubbed his fists and choked them unconscious.Mikhail did not stop him.

The sun went down, and the pure, warm but harmless radiance that belonged to Mikhail lit up again.This time it was much softer than the night before, and it gradually faded, revealing a cloudless and magnificent starry sky soon.In the deep black night, a galaxy of stars that are infused with dark blue, crimson purple, bright yellow, and crimson flowed down.After treating the last patient, Arnold squatted at the stern of the boat, moved his neck joints, and stared blankly for a while, feeling that this real summer night was not as good as the morning light in Mikhail's eyes.

In the quiet night, people quickly fell asleep.Mikhail made enough clear water and walked towards the boat without a sound.Arnold looked at his blond hair floating in the cool wind, lowered his eyes again, shrugged his chest and wrinkled his nose.

Mikhail sat down beside him, turned his head, and looked at him motionlessly with a pair of blue-purple eyes that were deeper than the starry sky and clearer than the ocean, as if asking him for an answer or a judgment.

"Can you forget about that?" Arnold whispered. "I...I didn't want to hurt you. I was just too angry."

Mikhail lowered his head, almost looking at his toes in despair.Arnold took two steps on his knees, raised his head to the sky, knelt beside him and said loudly:

"You should not trust me, nor should you trust the church.'A fool believes everything, but a wise man is cautious.[3]'Only your own heart is right, Mikhail, never sink into the world, Never do your bidding to mortals."

After speaking, he lay on the side of the boat and retched.In the morning, Mikhail borrowed the only big black umbrella on the boat and tied it to the side of the boat, but did not speak to him again.The doctor, too, remained dazed and unwell until a sailor with perfect vision cheered the shadows at the edge of the land.

Mikhail stood erect on the bow of the ship like a prow, with his hands clasped in front of his chest, his head bowed, as if he was in repentance, or as if he was preparing to march.The steady strong wind pushed the sails under the real sun that rose and set at unknown times, and the white robes of the young priests fluttered against the wind.

The fleet saw land on September 1498, 9 in the divine calendar, and landed in the afternoon.It was a rather hot Thursday, and the sailors gave a short cheer, stunned by the strangely shaped trees on the shore.

The author says:

[2] Matthew 5:29 If your right eye causes you to stumble, gouge it out and throw it away; it is better to lose one part of your body than to have your whole body thrown into hell. (The adaptation is not made up.jpg)

[3] Proverbs 14:15

As we all know, the priest belongs to the output profession, so Misha does not cure the disease (X)