Angel on earth

Arnold's cheeks that still had a hint of a smile turned white all of a sudden, then slowly turned red, and even turned black.Mikhail blinked, feeling a little bad.

Sure enough, before he had time to withdraw his hand, Arnold let out a "ha" and sarcastically said, "Your Highness, Your Highness Kupala!... You don't have to try this way! If you have already reached an agreement with Lord Rollins, drag me now Go, send me to the stake, I am so honored!"

—The red and white rose, the national flower of Norn.Queen Noren's Imperial Guard also included two knight orders, Red Moon and White Maple.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean that!" Mikhail was dumbfounded when he remembered this, and then hurried over to explain, "I didn't think so much! I heard it in the monastery... Chicherin My wife said, you like flowers, many patients will send you flowers, I didn't know before... just a batch of roses came in from the monastery in Dorota, I think there are not many white roses in this season, and there are few red ones in Potosi , I—I just came to you in a hurry. I didn't think so much."

"You are the chief saint, and your memory is better than anyone else's!" Arnold looked up at him, and Mikhail quickly bent over and knelt; Smiling, "...Yeah. That's what you should be. You should be more cautious—I took offense."

Mikhail blurted out: "No, I sincerely treat you as a friend, and I swear to God the Father!"

Seeing the boy's astonished and dejected expression, Arnold felt a little relieved.It seemed that Mikhail was indeed this kind of person, he even forgot the admonition not to swear to God easily in a hurry.

Mikhail was depressed for a moment, then looked at Arnold calmly again.The latter sighed, and said helplessly: "Well, sorry, I overreacted. Thank you for your kindness and flowers, Your Highness. I will not tell what happened just now."

Mikhail heaved a sigh of relief, and lifted the bouquet carefully, not even higher than his chest.Arnold took it, sniffed it, and tore off a red rose petal and put it in his mouth.After chewing for a while, seeing that Mikhail was still staring at him nervously, he dragged out his voice emotionlessly and said, "Ah, it's the taste of my hometown—"

"I'm sorry!" Mikhail cried out almost as soon as he uttered the first exclamation with a broken face. "I really, just forget it when I'm happy!"

Arnold felt somewhat guilty.The 16-year-old Sun Knight grew up in the conservatory's conservatory, and it's unlucky to meet a rotten person like himself; but he does have to shoo him away, even if the angel baby will be in the monastery's bed tonight The same goes for crying out a lot of diamonds, otherwise he will be finished sooner or later.Having said that, fortunately there are no patients these days, and there is no one near the clinic, otherwise what he just said is enough to send him to the stake.

One of the reasons why the Miracle Clinic was built in the lower district is that the residents of the lower district are basically busy trying to survive, and few people will care about Arnold.Potosi is much better than the Siegfried Federation, land annexation is not so serious, serfdom has long been abolished, the latter is the battlefield chosen by the pope and saints for Mikhail Kupala The serfs who could not escape used up their last handful of flour to entertain the mercenaries. Many died on the way to escape, or joined the Holy See army with hatred, and then became the fertilizer of the black land where they lived for thousands of years; The fate of believers.

Mikhail went on to say: "I really don't know. Give me a chance to change, sir. Do you have any favorite varieties? Pansies, sunflowers, lilies are also good... I just, I I didn't think too much about it. When I saw the car flower, I wanted to give it to you, because the Father God warned us not to be extravagant, so I only bought a bouquet... I just, just want to make you happy."

When he was speaking, the last twilight of the sunset was reflected in those eyes, which were full of morning stars and mist, and even a small piece of golden water was reflected at the junction of the iris and the white of the eyes.He bowed his head and begged for mercy, so Arnold turned a corner at the line on his lips:

"I was joking. I'm sorry. I'm just, you know I'm a little afraid of Mr. Rollins. There's been wars everywhere lately, and I'm running from here to there like this..."

"I vouch for you!" Mikhail exclaimed happily, "Thank you, Arnold!"

Arnold paused in annoyance, showing a decent, even not so stiff smile, and drew a sun cross on his chest: "Thank you for your help today. Mithra, may the Father bless you."

"I have received enough blessings. May the Father bless you with peace and happiness."

"Then go back to dinner early. You are only 16 years old, and you can't afford to be hungry."

Mikhail turned on his horse, smiling so hard that his teeth could not be seen, his light golden eyelashes trembling with joy: "Thank you, I will go back right away! You also need to be healthy! Good night!"

Arnold smiled helplessly, and he didn't realize that there was a little more softness in it that only Catherine could get: "Good afternoon. Goodbye. Good night."

Mikhail clamped the horse's belly, and the white horse and cloak disappeared like a morning mist blown away by the spring wind.

The sun went down.

·

Early the next morning, Arnold Edwards locked the doors and windows of the clinic and was about to go to the city hall to rent a horse when Mikhail Kupala came again.

"Good morning, Arnold." Mikhail greeted and asked if he was free to go to the monastery.

He didn't wear any armor today. He had changed into a white military uniform with lace and trim, and he still wore the cloak in the hot weather. Only the boots and the belt were black.Arnold took a look, and couldn't help but start to worry about whether the cross belt buckle on his waist would poke an important part.

The doctor apologized and said that he was going to buy herbs today, and Mikhail cried out in disappointment.

"You're avoiding me! I was there only yesterday!" he exclaimed, discouraged, handing over a bunch of hydrangeas mixed with blue and purple like his eyes, and whispered, "I apologize to you again, Forgive me, Father Paisi says, it's a breed that Potosí doesn't have."

Arnold raised his eyebrows: "You regard the monastery as your own property."

Mikhail blushed all of a sudden: "No, uh, you are right to say that... Father God, how did I do such a thing?!"

"But thank you anyway." Arnold laughed twice, and took the bouquet, "May Father God put this sin on my head. ——What do you ask me to go to the monastery for?"

"Don't make jokes like that. - Father Vasily is seriously ill, and Dr. Terekin must be with him. Father God bless them. Two doctors from the monastery, one went home to get married, and the other was due to the hour, the day before yesterday I was called by the Lord tonight. Ethan and Beto are left unattended for the time being, I would like you to go and have a look, there may be something wrong with Beto's right leg."

"Berto, the right leg—it must be the gentleman with the straight brown hair. The sprain is like this, and the knight... well, sorry, no offense. He must feel that he can't bear the pain and run around, yes Right? That's not right. You'll have to make them lie down, or you'll have a hard time later."

"Then what can we do now?"

"Of course. Wait a moment." Arnold opened the door and entered the room, stole a few of the hydrangea bouquet while putting it in the kitchen, licked his lips, searched for a jar of ointment in the cabinets leading to the roof, and handed it to Mikhail, "The main ingredient is star anise lotus. It can't be eaten too much because it is slightly toxic. Apply it to the sprained area, then take a small spoonful of it with warm water and take it three times a day for a month."

Mikhail thanked him, put away the medicine bottle, and said with a smile: "Now we can go, doctor."

Arnold was re-locking the door, and he was stunned when he heard the words: "Aren't you going to deliver the medicine?"

"No." Mikhail said ruthlessly, "I told them not to move around. Teach them a lesson!"

His willful indifference lasted only for a moment, and soon he laughed again: "What medicine do you want to buy this time?"

"The ranunculus has long been used up. The lavender and rosemary were lent to Dr. Carter for emergency treatment at noon yesterday. There are not many left now. Carter is a good man, and there is still more than enough to heal your companions; I have to buy poppies--Red Moon Marijuana I don’t know Is there any? Its analgesic effect is better and its addiction is less, but I heard that there have been no ships from the Red Moon Empire for decades. These are imported goods, and you have to touch them even in Dorota Luckily, I paid people to keep an eye on them, and I would help get them if they were in stock, but the clinic was always short of this and that. Since last year, those policemen and knights got into fights here, and I gave them a wooden stick If you can, don’t use anesthetics!” As soon as he talked about his herbs, Arnold started chattering, “The clinics like wormwood and mugwort grow them. In fact, the city government started to encourage them to be planted two years ago. and aloe vera for epidemic prevention. Thank you Father God!"

"Thank God, Father." Mikhail drew a sun cross, "Please allow me to take you there, Arnold. Emile runs very fast, and you can reach Dorota in two quarters of an hour."

"This won't work." Arnold put away that stiff smile, and looked up at him seriously, "Runculus, poppies, these things are only used by us. To put it bluntly, there are also witches. If you call People see you touch these things, your reputation—"

"Since it is to save people, there is nothing to be taboo about."

Arnold slowly took off his glasses and wiped them, pointing to himself: "Your Highness..."

"Your Highness again!" cried Mikhail, "haven't we already become friends?"

Arnold put on his glasses helplessly: "Okay, okay, Misha. I have bad eyesight, not only nearsightedness, but also glaucoma, and I can't see strong light. The sun is really too big today. When I saw the doctor yesterday, I heard that The government has a truck going to Dorota and is going to take a ride. Thank you for your kindness..."

Mikhail looked up at the clear sky, and then at Arnold: "It's sunny from morning till night, if you take the truck from the city hall, you'll have to stay under the sun for a long time wearing a hat and holding an umbrella. "

Arnold said helplessly: "There is no way to do this. People can't be willful enough to ask God—"

He looked at Mikhail and closed his mouth.The latter blinked quickly, with an innocent and sly smile on his handsome face with a bit of baby fat: "You're right. I won't tell Rollins, and you won't tell him either. That's fine. !"

In the sky, a thick, white cloud swam over, slowly blocking the sun.

After a while, Arnold sighed under Mikhail's burning gaze, and said with a smile:

"Okay, you win. I'll keep my promise too - I'll treat lunch, and Dorota's stew is good."

Mikhail laughed heartily twice, and spread his hands.Arnold turned away, allowing him to lift himself onto the horse's back as he had done that night in the Ognessica Forest.