Angel on earth

"Aha!" Arnold whispered on his back. "I don't think you're talking to your good brother like that. They probably don't know anything?"

Mikhail asked: "Did you think about this when you set fire to the Dawn Monastery?"

"Yes." Arnold said, "I think you are talking about the Dawn Abbey in the Gray Wolf Province of the Siegfried Federation. I use my father's name. Roberto Edwards lived there for three years. The fastest time. Roberto is a down-and-out aristocrat who fled to the province of Gray Wolf with his family treasures. He smokes inferior tobacco and likes innocent little girls. He is not pious but often goes to the monastery free clinic because he likes to see those girls Sing hymns; but as long as the monastery investigates privately, it will be found that he is a dark wizard who has stored a large number of alchemy tools in the basement of the clinic. All the gold is made by him with black magic, so he dare not spend money randomly.

"The monasteries in the Commonwealth practice the presbytery system, and every priest has consecrated girls to me. I gave them to Candy Kane, and then sent a large sum of money to the monastery. Finally, no, soon, they couldn't bear it." Stay, the gendarmes broke into the door late at night and took me away. I promised to refine an unprecedented wealth for them in the monastery, but the raw materials needed were too amazing, and they were actually very cheap—one hundred The most dissolute nobles, their greed is the best incense to summon the devil, of course, the oil in their bodies is also a good fuel——so the people present can only be insiders.

"I performed a few small 'alchemy' exercises, which were easy for the vampires: I had hidden gold in advance in the basement they had asked for. So they believed it, even the guards were dismissed, because 'Roberto 'His body has long been hollowed out by black magic. He looks so weak that he coughs up blood after taking two steps.

"'Roberto' escaped well, because I burned everyone, and if your brethren are honest enough, the report should mention that the Grand Elder was crucified and erected in the courtyard, and the others were cut off His legs were thrown beside him, and before he died, he tried hard to climb out of the fire with his hands."

Arnold's happy voice echoed in the wind very far behind Mikhail, and Mikhail actually asked seriously: "So, all the innocent people were not present at that time."

"Several scumbags were let go. One of them was Yevgeny's coachman. I happened to meet him after I left the city and killed him."

"You are a righteous man."

Mikhail's sudden compliment kept Arnold silent for a long time.Talking as if nothing had happened, Mikhail praised Dr. Arnold in Chalek for treating the poor.

Arnold thought for a while, turned his back to Mikhail, and his voice calmed down, as if seriously tired and confused:

"I burned a girl. She was 11 years old, Dolofia, people called her Dolochka. She was raped by Evgeny when she was eight years old, but she sold other children and put them in those rooms , helped the elders bear false witnesses, took the initiative to serve them, and became the most well-behaved and holy little nun in the monastery. A girl who escaped told me that Dolophia could get a small cake every Christmas, but she always Is not moving a bite, take it back to share with them, each dip their fingers in a little precious cream before going to bed, break off a piece of cake the size of the tip of a pinkie, as rich as Passover bread and wine. I break Dolophia neck, blood pouring from her mouth, stinks like a 23-year-old church knight."

Mikhail opened his mouth.He added, "I know Dolophia's life ended at eight by the Church's definition, and she's been defiled. But—"

"But in fact, when she was 11 years old, her life was far from beginning." Mikhail grabbed the reins of Emile, and the wind blew his voice into Arnold's ear, "She should have had a chance of redemption. "

"But I'm in a hurry." Arnold said softly, "I'm in a hurry. I want revenge. Maybe I have many ways to avoid her death, even if she stands in front of Yevgeny. But do you expect me to be rational at that time?" I think we are also innocent. There may be a few bad guys in Emerald City, such as the little uncle who stole his father's money to raise his mistress, but most of them are innocent. However, you set fire to Emerald City. It was just a moment , her neck was broken."

Mikhail was silent for a while, and said in a shy voice: "...Even so. Even so, I will not take back my words. It is useless for you to say these things to me. I still think you are a righteous person. If the church is really like Micah As you said, I should even kneel in front of you and beg for your forgiveness. Do you think that every federal soldier who charged me and Emile deserved it?"

"Oh." Arnold smiled briskly, like a poor ghost who was drunk and showed off by pointing at the thatched hut that he had set on fire. "We all shed innocent blood, and we are still the same way."

Mikhail also smiled: "Come forward."

Without asking why, Arnold stood up and sat down in front of him across his right leg.

The gale that was cut by Emile disappeared.Mikhail hugged him tightly, the smell of blood that condensed the most beautiful things in the world faintly permeated the surroundings, and the power of the sun that would not burn vampires surrounded him, almost making him drowsy and slippery. into a dream.Although there was no hope for a long time ago, at this time Arnold felt in amazement that maybe this is the heaven on earth, and the shit that that woman Candy Kane said should go to hell.

Mikhail also let go of the rein with his left hand, lowered his body slightly, and said dreamily and softly, "Please let me hold you for a while, Doctor Edwards."

Arnold looked up slightly.Those light-colored eyes were filled with blue-purple nebula as always, but there was no smile on the boy's face, only pain and regret competing with each other.

It's almost like being coquettish.

Thinking of this, Arnold gently pushed away his face buried in his dry and rough hair, took off his glasses and kissed his lips.The young knight's lips were younger and sweeter than flower petals. Before entering Lieyang City, in all the wastelands and fields, they could consume the kisses of the rest of his life and the first half of his life in advance.

Mikhail couldn't kiss at all, and luckily Arnold couldn't either.Paladins and vampires touch four-petal or soft or stiff lips on galloping white horses. They don’t know that fangs and tongues can also be added to the concept of “kiss”; they finally become the same temperature, as pure as Miha Il has killed countless enemies with cavalry spears.

In the evening, they saw the city again.

The first thing I saw was the thick smoke going straight to the sky, but when I got outside the city, I saw the tents covering the river bank and the light blue cooking smoke curling up. Those thick black smoke columns occupied the city like a dragon.

Mikhail glanced at it, and he was roughly sure that this was the second army that the two people in Holy Spring City were talking about.None of them set out from Lieyang City, Bronzini's rebellion should not be a big deal.

The two dismounted.Mikhail took off his armor and hung it on the horse's back. Inside was a simple priest's white robe, and he only needed to put on a pair of cloth shoes.He took out the small round hat from the suitcase and put it on, grabbed a handful of coins and stuffed them in his pocket, patted Emile on the neck, and told her to drink water and find food by herself.

He and Arnold walked on the river bank in tandem, and across the narrow river, you could see the golden fields on the opposite bank.The lazy soldiers in the camp gathered in twos and threes to play cards, and the recruits who came out to fetch water and cook would put down their buckets far away when they saw Mikhail, and raised their hands to praise the sun god.Three thieves sneaked out of a farmhouse, proudly clutching a young rooster, seemingly proud of their virtue of abandoning the laying hen for a useless rooster.The one with the red nose giggled and said to the two companions:

"Stolen water is sweet, but dark bread is good.[1]"

The three were caught by Mikhail, so it was another scene where ordinary soldiers met the knight commander by chance, and after the surprise, they were frightened and confessed, and promised to reform themselves. Arnold was tired of watching it. There are so many good people who are proficient in repentance, why didn’t there be any in those days?

Mikhail saw that he was in a bad mood, so he warned the three soldiers not to speak out, sent them away, bowed his head and said to Arnold: "We will spend the night here tonight, rest for a night before leaving."

Arnold shrugged, saying it didn't matter.Mikhail didn't know why he was upset again, and he wasn't discouraged. He looked around, trying to find a place to stay.

This is a large piece of farmland outside the city, with several small hills rolling in the middle.Farmers are scattered among them, and most of them are thatched roofs, so it can only be said that they have not collapsed.There is a more dignified courtyard by the river, many soldiers are coming in and out, and the leading Templars and priests live in it.The owners of these fields drank wine in the city, and Mikhail felt unhappy thinking of this, which was still the territory of the Church.

The closest to them was a hut backed against a slope, with a roof shorter than Mikhail's.Backing against the earth slope can save a wall. As for what will happen when it rains heavily, the owner has no spare money to consider.The door was a tattered straw curtain, and from within came a faint pleading voice and a haughty voice.Mikhail always had to meddle in this kind of nosy business, but before he had time to move his legs, Arnold had gone into the house as if possessed.

The space inside the house is cramped, but it is not considered barren, because the thin walls are cracked in many places, the brilliance of the setting sun shines in from the door, and dust floats in the dirty air.The peasant woman is still begging, this is fifteen copper coins that they sold their property and borrowed money everywhere, sir, please do me a favor, if they sell the field, Anna might as well die like this...

A few pieces of rags separated the two rooms. Arnold bent over and opened the curtain, and looked down to see a short man in a greasy, patched cloak, only about 1.2 meters long, with a picture of a greedy middle-aged man. Face.Judging from the tatters in the cloak, this was an alchemist.For hundreds of years, this profession has taken on an absurd amount of the work of doctors, the kind that Arnold would spit on even when he was tied to the burning stake.