Angel on earth

He stood up suddenly, and roared drunkenly: "I'm going to Sun City, I'm going to kill Isabella! I'm going to kill Hill! I'm going to kill Rollins and Jonathan! If you haven't checked Lake is ok, I'm going to take you one by one.. hiccup.. fuck off all the saints and Candy Kane! It's all mine! I'm going to rip your throats out and set fire to Rie Yangcheng!"

After saying a few harsh words, he slowly squatted down again, holding his head and sobbing, his fragile ankle sticking out from under his trousers.It was the first time Mikhail heard him express his resentment towards the saint so clearly, like a young soldier being bullied in the church, he would only repeatedly threaten such a straightforward "I will kill you".While he was confident that he could defeat Arnold, he couldn't help worrying, what if Arnold really did something bad that deserved to be executed?

Arnold suddenly said: "I want Mom and Dad, and Harry and Lily. I don't want to go to Lieyang City, I want to go home."

Mikhail gave up other ideas, knelt down on one knee, patted the doctor on the back, and said gently: "Everything will be fine, Arnold. I have to face the truth, and so do you. Then, we will redeem our sins together. It’s no big deal, people came to this world to atone for their sins.”

He was ready to get the rebuttal of "You are not human", but Arnold suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him, his eyes were full of trust and pleading, the most devout believer Mikhail had ever seen would not look at him like this.The vampire said softly:

"I don't want to stay here. They know me, and what am I going to do if they know I've become like this?"

"You're fine now, trust me, I'm not lying.—Who are 'they'?"

"You don't lie, because you don't know anything." Arnold leaned up and kissed his lips carelessly, startling him.

In fact, it was not Arnold who really frightened Mikhail, but the dreamlike happiness and joy that suddenly rose in his heart.Arnold didn't deny him, but he never took the initiative to kiss him, let alone at this time... It was as if he could be relied on.All Mithraites depended on their High Priest, their Shepherd, but not Arnold; when he came to his senses, Mikhail found himself even kissing him back, with shame.

Arnold can't control this, doesn't Mikhail like this?He complained intermittently: "It would be nice if you weren't a saint, but they must know that I'm coming, at least she knows...she will be angry, how did I become like this? Only you think it's good, let's hurry up Run away, the boat is still there, at worst, grab their fishing boat, isn’t that what you do? The church always grabs this and that, and you helped them steal a federation, grab a boat for me, just A ship, and then we go to Noren... no, not to Noren."

As Arnold said, he became happy in a daze, with his arms around Mikhail, his smile became vivid and soft due to drunken blood and hallucinations: "You grew up in the church, there are many brothers and sisters, that's all False. You don’t know how good real brothers and sisters are, papa and mamma are better than Mithra...I didn’t say he was bad. I became bad, they are not. Misha, Mishenka, let’s go to federation Look, maybe your parents are there too, if you don't want your earthly family, give it to me, but no one will not want..."

Mikhail was so confused by his incoherent words that he didn't even know whether the dark clouds and thunder that had gathered over the garden belonged to the lava island or to himself.

"Arnold, Mr. Edwards," even so, Mikhail was still unwilling to lie, "No matter what you say, I have to take you back to Lieyang City. That is my duty and your expectation. I don't know anything else. I know, but I believe you didn't murder old Ivan, and I think Father Vasili deserved what he deserved, and I think you are worthy of praise for punishing rape and eliminating evil for the church. I will protect you and give you a fair trial. If you like the sun, They should have the right to walk under the sun of the holy city openly."

After thinking about it, he made up his mind and added sadly: "What do you want me to do? I love you all, and I have never meant it. But whether it is you or Isabella, Gregory, or anyone else, whoever did it The worst bad thing, I will turn the shining girl on him, without hesitation. If I doubt everyone, if I don't trust everyone, I can't love anyone."

As soon as the words fell, a female voice with a gentle voice and a cold tone came from outside the banquet hall:

"God loves the world, but saints are not qualified. This is the responsibility and awareness we should bear."

Arnold fell asleep, and he didn't know if he heard him.Mikhail knew that adults are very self-willed, and if Arnold didn't like what he said, he must not have heard it.He knew that at that time he should comfort and say, "Okay, okay, I promise, I will send you home after everything is over. There must have been some misunderstandings or even shady scenes back then that caused your parents to be wronged and victimized. I will uphold justice for them"—but He cannot lie.

He stretched his feet over a chair, gently lowered Arnold, and undid the shoulder jacket over him.Arnold's pale lips were still wriggling restlessly, and Mikhail could vaguely distinguish that it was:

"...the sun, the prairie, the blue sky."

After finishing all this, Mikhail straightened his clothes, straightened up and turned to the entrance of the banquet hall, and said in greeting:

"Good afternoon, Your Excellency the High Priest. Please forgive my faux pas."

It was a woman with a face between a girl and a young man, her eyes were closed, she was wearing a white embroidered round-neck long-sleeved shirt and a white skirt covered with vines; the long skirt was like a white wind chime upside down on the ground Flowers, the high priest's slender waist and arms stretched out like wicker.She has light green curly hair, a wreath on her head, a pair of soft and boneless hands folded in front of her body, and she walks like young leaves in early spring.

Although very subtle, perhaps Arnold's handwriting, Mikhail can still make out the scars around her eyes.This can't be blamed on Arnold's poor technique. After all, if the person facing the high priest is not Mikhail or other saints, there will be no trace of that at all.Because of this, Mikhail knew that it was the trace left by Arnold.

The High Priest of Lava Island bowed slightly, and also saluted:

"Good afternoon, Your Excellency the High Priest. Please forgive my faux pas."

Mikhail frowned.Not because of her unkind words, but seeing the dead body at her feet.The corpse was dressed in black and was severed by a sharp sword. When it floated on the invisible river, horror and anger remained on the face of the other party who had lost its luster.

Mikhail took a few steps forward and stood still in front of the long table. The long sword and lance stood silently in the air around him.

"Let me be presumptuous, is this...?"

The high priest said calmly: "Gabriel the traitor."

Mikhail nodded: "So that's the case. Then, Your Excellency, will you be arrested and follow me back to Lieyang City for trial, or accept my challenge?"

The high priest smiled, with a gentle voice, as if it wasn't her who refuted him mercilessly at the beginning: "It's a pity I couldn't see it. You must be a handsome young man, otherwise you wouldn't be so rude."

Mikhail was noncommittal.He could harden his heart against anyone other than Arnold, especially in such heresies.He also didn't think there was any shame in challenging a woman whose head was no bigger than his chest, because before a "woman", she was an "enemy".

The young knight slowly raised the lance for charging immediately, and clenched the long sword with his left hand.

The high priest said softly: "You can wear armor. Everyone has their own fighting habits, and I have already taken advantage of the environment."

Mikhail looked from the flowering vines blooming on her to the garden in the sunset light, looked back at Arnold, and said: "Thank you, but I have no armor.—We'd better go outside the banquet hall Go. At least, Arnold is your friend."

"You are still young." The high priest scolded him with a soft tone like coaxing a child. Mikhail never got it, but heard it many times, "Don't take any relationship as a friendship."

Mikhail's mithril armor stood at the end of the long table.

The woman faced Mikhail and floated up the garden path. The latter didn't even look at Gabriel. He felt a slight creaking sound from his two big hands. Holding the same distance, he calmly said:

"Are you talking about me, or about yourself?"

"Both," said the priestess kindly, "the saints have no love, no friendship, only endless atonement and death."

"It sounds like you are dissatisfied with this status."

The two stood in a semi-circular clearing of colored bricks.The huge round sunset slowly sank on one side, illuminating the two of them at the same time, and even the tiny golden fluff on their cheeks trembled clearly in the evening wind.

The priestess raised her hands, and a blood-stained tin flute appeared out of nowhere, and a clear syllable came out of her lips.

Mikhail instantly fell into the sea of ​​flowers and grass.Roses and thorns soared to the sky, and the buds of jasmine hung down, like the gentle faces of girls, but bigger than their heads; the villain spit out long fragrant stamens to lick his cheek, the hydrangea burst suddenly, and the petals Cut through the vines like a piece of iron.The vines were barbless, as soft as flower petals, yet as persuasive as a storm at sea; and the leaves of the palm trees, huge as angel wings, surrounded and embraced him from all sides.

Mikhail strode forward vigorously, the colored bricks of the garden shattered under his feet, and the tiles tried to penetrate through the flowers and penetrate into the soles of his feet, but he dodged it.He took a deep breath and gave a low drink. The sun, which had already sunk half into the horizon, suddenly rose, and most of the plants around him withered and decayed in an instant. However, there are huge cacti growing out of the broken bricks and fine sand, changing directions with the sound of the flute. "Brilliant Girl" stabbed a prickly pear, and the strong acid spewed out, corroding black holes in the shape of dots on the ground.

The moment Mikhail stabbed the prickly pear, he swept back and opened the distance.The withered flowers and plants were ignited by the scorching sun, and a wall of fire that shot up into the sky stopped the two priests, and immediately rushed towards the cacti.A tamarisk rose from the fire, waved its burning whip-like branches, and slapped Mikhail.