Angel on earth

"Do I have a share too?" Before Mikhail said anything, Arnold stood up happily holding the canvas in both hands, bossing around, as if ordering someone to prepare a sumptuous meal for himself, "Then, whether you enter the palace or the church , you have to be polite. I want to take a shower!"

The prime minister and his entourage looked at each other and laughed: "Of course, the high priest has already foreseen this, please follow me."

In fact, Arnold did not understand the language of the lava island, so he relied on facial expressions and gestures. Unexpectedly, Mikhail had no doubts about this, but frowned at the prime minister's words, then nodded and thanked him.

The two took a bath in the church in this coastal town. Arnold liked the smell of the holy water here very much. A kind-faced nun warmly packed a bag of dried laurel flowers by the holy water pool and gave it to him.When he came out of the church, not only did he have a new shirt, trousers, leather shoes and black umbrella, he also had a lot of accessories that "Master Hunter" should have, and his skin returned to the state of immature youth, without any blisters. residue.The Church even provided the vampire who defiled the holy water with a crystal square mirror in a silver frame, which was much clearer than the one he used, and a thin one with two small gold and emerald crosses on it. Arnold leaned on the silver chain and looked around, as if even the coastal daylight was less hateful.Mikhail changed into a robe prepared by the local church, which fit him perfectly.

When getting into the car, Mikhail opened the car door gracefully and asked Arnold to get in first.The latter subconsciously said, "You are not the knight commander of the Hunter family now, why did the high priest take the job of the real guard?" Look at his face, and look at his new clothes that fit and clean Go up, adjusted his glasses, muttered and shut his mouth.

The four-wheeled carriage is driven by two coachmen and pulled by six horses. It smells of fresh wood, leather and incense, as if the owner of this place has long expected that a big man will come, but the project is huge, and it can be completed in two days; The interior is quite spacious, with fresh flowers and fruits on the central table and ceramic aroma lamps fixed in the corner.Under Mikhail's dissuading eyes, Arnold rummaged around, found a box full of bottles and cans, and did not open it. He sniffed them one by one, picked a few bottles and dripped them on the aroma lamp, Mikhail Recognized avocado, sweet almond, sweet orange, black pepper and mint.When Arnold found an empty jar to mix a bottle, opened the curtain and asked someone to pass it on to the passengers on board today—"It is said that it was prescribed by Dr. Fred Hunter"—Mikhail was surprised to find himself hungry.

Arnold smiled shamelessly: "I didn't expect such a beautiful stomach to be hungry, Your Highness."

Mikhail blushed and was speechless.From childhood to adulthood, there are countless people who have served him in the bath. Although he can tell the exact number, no one's praise will make him restless like Arnold's.Arnold wore new black clothes and pointed leather shoes. He was tall and thin like a traditional devil, but his body was filled with the same breath of laurel trees beside the holy water pool. A pair of green eyes patrolled haughtily behind the lenses.

He is not hungry anymore.The unbearable heat from the forests and grasslands of Potosi surged up again, and even the soles of my feet felt hot.

The main road of the lava island is paved with stone slabs, spacious and stable, it can be seen that at least the king and the church are rich.It took a whole day for the carriage to travel from the port to the king. The prime minister sat in the carriage in front of him, and he looked like he was going to see the king day and night, which alarmed Mikhail, wondering what they were doing in such a hurry.But the fruit and pastries tasted good; Arnold said sleepily that he was safe from poison, and leaned comfortably on the embroidered cushion.

Ordinarily, a saint like Mikhail should be used to being worshiped by thousands of people, and even more accustomed to the silence in the prayer room.But he just felt that the silence in the carriage made him very uncomfortable, as if Arnold was dead if he was motionless on the other side, after all, vampires don't need to breathe.Well, Mikhail thought, I'm afraid he'll just die like this, he looks really weak, thin and pale.

In the evening, the team repaired supplies in a town, changed horses and some soldiers, and Mikhail got a sumptuous dinner.The country seemed to run on prophets, and they arrived just as the local church was delivering a hot dinner out of town.

When Mikhail got out of the car to inquire about news and had a meal, Arnold stole the pillow on the opposite side and put it under his body and behind him. He also added an extra long pillow to cover his face and ears.Mikhail could see that he was suffering, and actually didn't want to sleep, so he decided to find something to say, pointed to the ceramic aroma lamp that was drying up, and asked:

"What is the effect of mixing these essential oils?"

Arnold replied sullenly: "It helps digestion."

Mikhail finally understood why he was so hungry in the afternoon.He was puzzled, after all, it is impossible for essential oils to have such a profound impact on him; but he did not express any doubts, and asked, "You haven't eaten anything, have you? Uh, there are flowers here, I think—"

"Yeah." Arnold lacked interest. Master Hunter lost his burden early in the morning, kicked off his shoes, shrunk his legs on the cushions, and put a few cushions behind him, "Otherwise? I have no appetite. I have never suffered This sin! Even the church wouldn’t pour so much disgusting blood into my mouth at the same time. Fortunately, I didn’t take the ‘God Mercy’, otherwise I would die on board.”

"You didn't bite anyone. And you're a vampire, no matter how kind the church is, it won't let you drink blood."

"You gave me a drink. Even if I had some hope before that, forget it after that. People who eat such delicious food will go to hell." Arnold sighed, stretching his arms to pick off the top Dendrobium orchids hanging down, took a bite and threw it aside.

Mikhail laughed out loud, his brows and eyes curved, and his light-colored eyelashes fluttered: "This sounds too pious."

Arnold waved his hand in front of him: "I said it earlier, I am a well-recognized good citizen of Chalek, a devout believer of the sun god."

"Maybe it's such devout believers on Lava Island," Mikhail said.

Arnold paused for a moment, then slowly straightened up, then paralyzed back to save some energy after thinking about it: "You say yes, Your Highness."

Mikhail pursed his lips and picked out the vase. The bright red hibiscus reminded him of the hibiscus he gave to Arnold in July, so he chose another one with a slender center and petals like ginkgo leaves. of yellow flowers, handed to Arnold:

"It smells pretty good."

"Okay, thank you." Arnold took it and sniffed it, licked the stamen with the tip of his tongue, picked a petal in disappointment and chewed it to comfort himself.After a while, probably because his mind and stomach cleared up a bit, he smiled again and said, "Your Highness, do you know what kind of flower this is?"

Mikhail took a sip of water and shook his head.

Arnold sat up straight with a smile, and leaned forward slightly. Before he could cross the table, he raised his long legs and pulled out a red flower with the same shape from another vase: "This is 'Bad Woman'."

"Cough cough cough...!" Mikhail was eating a cake made of sweet glutinous rice flour and fruit puree, and he choked when he heard the words.

"You're making fun of me!" he cried, "and I don't know what it is!"

The silver chain of Arnold's new pair of glasses dangled with the crucifix.He stretched out his index finger and shook it: "The names of plants are always associated with their own characteristics. When you see its appearance, you should be aware of its nature and even its name."

"It's different!" Mikhail said angrily, "Does the flower I sent you before have other meanings?"

Arnold picked out an autumn dendrobium and muttered, "Okay, no."

In the dark carriage after nightfall, the doctor's side face exposed to the candlelight looked like the best white jade in Lieyang City, but unfortunately the gray hair fell out after a short time.For a moment Mikhail thought they were still on the silent slave ship when a night wind woke him up.

Arnold opened the curtains and sniffed, reluctantly took a deep breath of the slightly moist air of the lava island, which smelled of night grass and dew, and turned back to snuff out the candle.

"Go to sleep." The doctor's voice was slightly hoarse, with a subtle sense of temptation, which was quickly overshadowed by lifeless fatigue, "You have been busy for several days, sleep well. You are young and healthy , but you still need to rest."

Mikhail watched his face in the darkness, and saw that he shrank his legs again and hid himself in the cushions.The doctor is not short, nearly 1.9 meters, but skinny, like a statue that has endured hundreds of years of wind erosion in the desert, as long as the limbs are placed reasonably, the whole body can be accommodated in the seat.Mikhail looked at his white socks that needed to be buckled with garter belts so as not to slip off, and the slender and fragile ankles under them, and had an irresistible urge to drink blood for him.

My blood was warm and delicious, Arnold said it was the best blood in the world.Maybe, he can grow some flesh because of my blood.He must have been like that, thin but not slender, every part of him supple like a real Hunter or Master Edwards.

Mikhail's thoughts stopped abruptly, he slapped his hands on his face, and slowly covered his cheeks.He didn't know what that meant, he just panicked that he couldn't think any more.

The cool evening wind made the moonlight on the table rippling under the tassels of the curtains.Mikhail stared blankly at the embroidered tablecloth for a long time, then fell asleep in a trance.

The young priest sat on the wooden bench with his knees slightly apart, his hands on his knees, his eyes closed, and he slept dignifiedly and peacefully, like a good student who was slacking off during worship.

Arnold didn't actually fall asleep. He wanted to smell the fresh land, but the smell outside the carriage was not good. The young and middle-aged soldiers didn't bleed, but they inevitably sweated.He was lying on the soft cushion, thinking for a while that Mikhail was asleep, maybe he could sneak up on him for a good meal; A dispensable option.After tossing and turning in the middle of the night, he quietly sat up, lying on the table and looking at Mikhail's sleeping face.