Angel on earth

Trembling, Mikhail closed his eyes, extracted pure water from the humid air and boiling hot water, and prepared to disinfect "Arnold" with holy water.But as soon as he took the cross out of the neckline, "Arnold" let out a scream that was not human, fell to the ground and turned to run.

Mikhail took half a step back at a loss, but he turned around again, gasping for breath, and threw himself on Mikhail's neck.

But the thumbs on both of his hands were cut off, and the remaining six fingers couldn't even leave a scratch on the Sun Knight, and the dislocated arm still couldn't exert strength.Mikhail took advantage of the situation and hugged him, put the cross into the water, read the hymn, and washed the other person's wound with holy water.The holy water he personally prayed for was much stronger than alcohol, and the rotten flesh on the young man's hands melted together with the blood almost instantly, and then the half-cut finger bones were turned into ashes, exposing the joints underneath, and then the thin layer of flesh was torn and healed The palm of the hand climbed up, covering the exposed tissue.

Mikhail easily subdued the young man. The latter struggled and twisted in his arms, howling constantly, but Mikhail was more panicked than him:

"Don't, don't be afraid - don't move around! Your ribs are broken, what if it's stuck in your lung?! Don't be afraid - don't be afraid, I, I'm here to save you... Please believe me. Please believe Me! Believe me... I - bear with it, please bear with it, the pain will be gone soon, sorry, there is no medicine available... Don't be afraid, I promise, you will have a pair of complete hands in the future, I know . . . I kid you not! My God . . . bear with me, don't move, don't be afraid, it'll be all right soon! Mr. Edwards—"

Edwards' strength from anger and hatred quickly dissipated, and he fell into his arms and convulsed.Mikhail hugged him with one arm, pulled his hair with the other, opened his mouth wide and screamed silently out of his sight, tears and snot poured down his wrinkled face, and at the same time seized the opportunity to He poured some holy water into his mouth.

The youth in his arms is by no means a monster like a vampire.Young Edwards was inflamed and wet with fever, his breath was weak with hunger and exhaustion, his stomach was groaning with pain, and his heart was beating so hard that it was like a hammer on Mikhail's head; but he I was so tired and had two broken ribs that it took me a long time to find the strength to sob.

He was not as tall and thin as "Arnold," nor did he look as fit and strong.He was soft and tender, and if Mikhail was not careful, he would crush every bone in his body.

"You, don't be afraid." Mikhail's teeth crackled, like a young man's trembling heart, "I will protect you. It will be fine...tomorrow, everything will be fine tomorrow."

After a long time, a thin "thank you" came from his arms.

The young Edwards spoke as if he had lost his tongue, or was about to spit out all his guts the next moment.He stared at his sunken right foot, wondering vaguely that this was a new pair of shoes.The cloak was soft and warm, smelling of the sun and the flowers and the cheers of the people.

When Edwards awoke, he found himself naked and wrapped in a heavy cloak.The young knight scrubbed him clean, even washed his clothes, and hung them half wet on a beam to dry. The firewood in the fire was crackling, but no one was there.

This room was originally supposed to be a residential building, and it wasn't very high. He should be able to grab his clothes by standing on tiptoe, but he was sore and tired, and he was so hungry that he didn't even have the energy to sit up.

Hay was spread under the cloak, and some wild flowers were mixed in it. Although it was ridiculously exquisite, he felt in a daze that maybe yesterday and today were the same nightmare, and he thought so all the way.

The autumn rain outside was still pattering, and the wind with the fragrance of fallen leaves and soil poured in through the crack of the door, blowing the campfire to and fro.Edwards stared at it blankly for a while, as if he wanted to remember the scene of the burning Emerald City forever.Then he felt thirsty, turned his head slowly, and saw a deformed metal cup on the ground. It could be seen that the craftsmanship of the craftsman was very poor, and the materials were quite wasted.

He stretched out his hand, stared at the white linen wrapped around his palm for a while, and took a cup to drink.

Mikhail happened to see this scene when he hurried in, feeling a little embarrassed.He squeezed the cup out of the shoulder armor, just for use. "Arnold" raised his head, and stared at him with green eyes for a long time, his soft brown hair was slightly curled down, still looking scared, but there was already a kind of indifferent laziness in the fear.

The young man said, "Thank you."

"...You're welcome." Mikhail's voice was clear and gentle, making one think he was smiling. "I'm going to buy some food."

As he spoke, he made a gesture, and seeing the other party nodded slowly, he strode around the fire, sat on the hay beside him, and took out a cloth bag.

When it came to buying food, he didn't dare to run too far. Sometimes he was afraid that the pursuers would catch up with "Arnold", and sometimes he was afraid that the hay would catch fire, and even straw could not be found in the deserted village.He found a village twenty miles away, but the peasants there were so poor that they couldn't even speak the word "saint" well, and even in the harvest autumn, there was only oatmeal and black bread at home.Mikhail spent a gold coin from the Edwards family in exchange for a bowl of gruel, a piece of bread, a small piece of cheese, and a coat. The fine linen he put on yesterday was torn to pieces and used as a bandage.He didn't know that he was slaughtered on his own territory, and he didn't know that if he ran a few more miles, he would be reported to the local church if he took out Noren gold coins.

"You slept for a long time, drink some water and eat something."

Mikhail warmed the porridge all the way, and now he just passed it to the young man beside him.The young man blinked blankly, said "thank you" again, took a sip from the cup, swallowed it with difficulty, took a second sip quickly, and frowned, as if he had thought of something and was exhausted Continuing to think, put down the cup.Mikhail said worriedly:

"Isn't it delicious? Well, I tried my best to pick out the grit, but the taste is definitely not good. But your teeth...well, it's not easy to bite the bread. I boil it with water. When you feel better, I will grab some The little eagle is here to make soup for you to drink."

Holding the metal cup, the young man shrank his legs and looked at him blankly.Mikhail was very nervous, he didn't know what "Arnold" was thinking, he thought that the oatmeal soup had at least a little flavor... so he had nothing to say:

"Don't worry, your hands will grow well, and there will be a way. It's okay to sit for a while, if you don't mind, you can lean on me...you can believe me, it doesn't matter if you don't believe it...but, but please don't leave me .I mean...your ribs are broken. I put them back together with spells, through the flesh, but they can only be fixed. I don’t know if they can grow well, so please don’t be too far away from me.——I’m sorry, you are now Do you still feel pain?"

After a long time, the young man mechanically shook his head, turned his face away, and continued to stare at the bonfire.His arm had been dislocated before, and he was still a little weak, and he couldn't hold the cup steadily.

The porridge was ready quickly, and Mikhail threw in the cheese, cooked it for a while, stirred it with a wooden spoon, and handed it to the young man embarrassingly.The young man lowered his head, took a spoonful and swallowed it, and eagerly ate half of it.He was about to continue when he suddenly raised his head and asked Mikhail, "What about you?"

"What?" Mikhail didn't respond.The young man stopped and handed him the bowl and spoon, staring at him without blinking a pair of beautiful green eyes.

Mikhail looked at him and swallowed: "...I don't need it. I don't need to eat."

"Arnold" didn't know whether he misunderstood or didn't listen, and stretched out his arms stubbornly.Even thinking seemed to be a rather difficult thing. He slowly turned his thoughts and said, "You are young and tall, and you will be hungry soon. If you and I... take me, you will be on the road. You may not be able to find other food."

After thinking about it, he gave another short smile, as if he had suddenly picked up a rock with all his strength, but fell on it instead: "You are willing to help us, that's enough. Thank you for your kindness, sir."

"No, I'm not...I..." Mikhail looked at the other party, and just blinked his eyes, and big tears fell down. He didn't even have time to bear it, and he stretched out his hand to take it in a panic, "I... "

The young man forced the bowl into his hand, rubbed his stomach slowly, shrank in his cloak, and stared blankly at the fire again.

Mikhail looked at him, but he refused to look at Mikhail.Finally Mikhail gulped down half a glass of gritty oatmeal soup and half a bowl of black bread porridge.

He stopped looking for the door.At least until "Arnold" is safe here - but where is there a safe place for such a pampered young master in his 20s these days?

But if he didn't walk out of the narrow door, the "Arnold" he met who had suffered all this would not be able to wait for him. Sooner or later, "Arnold" will rush into Lieyang City alone and perish with the saint who taught Mikhail. He looks like he will never have any friends who can kill and set fire together, what Micah, Candy Kay Endu couldn't keep him.

He couldn't leave this "Arnold", "Arnold" would die, and if he gave up the person he could save, he wouldn't be Mikhail anymore.But if he doesn't let go of the one, the other will die too.In the world behind the narrow gate, the children will see the meadow with blooming flowers. When they are tired from playing, they can just open the gate and go back. What can he do?

"...Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Came back to his senses, Edwards was looking at him with that blank and illusory expression, and asked with some concern, "Sir, are you okay?"

"...Misha." Mikhail moved closer and said, "My name is Misha."

The other party was silent for a while, and only said, "Edwards."