Angel on earth

Mikhail hugged him gently, without saying a word.He didn't fight back, maybe he didn't have the strength, maybe Mikhail looked too sad and needed a hug too much.

After a while, Edwards said, "You look frightened. I'm sorry, Misha, if I—"

"No! No! Absolutely not!" Mikhail yelled hastily, his voice was very low, but he hugged him even tighter. "I just—that's my business."

Edwards snorted.Mikhail sniffed the faint smell of blood on his neck. He didn't even smell the same as Dr. Edwards from Chalek. Would such a person smash a bishop's head with an emerald cane?

Edwards said suddenly, "But I'm going to see Christine."

Mikhail immediately said: "I'll go together." Without waiting for the other party to speak, he added sullenly: "She is in the city of Holy... Blazing Sun, you can't get in by yourself."

Edwards was silent for a long time, but he still asked, "Why did you help me?"

His voice was softer than before, as if wishing that Mikhail hadn't heard it at all, so he wouldn't get the answer he didn't want.Mikhail wanted to kiss him, eyes, nose, lips, and everything, and told him it would be all right, let's run away, we could steal one of the church's schooners, sail away.But he can't tell "Arnold" this, "Arnold" will think that he is no different from those soldiers who bullied little Jeremy.

Mikhail said: "Because you are a good man."

Edwards said lightly, "But they're better than me."

"You are the best." Mikhail stubbornly grabbed his cloak, "You are a kind and good person, and a good person should not have such an ending. There are many bad people in the church, and they should not continue to live!"

"You are also a member of the church."

"I am not," said Mikhail, "I am Mikhail Kupala! Mikhail Ivanovich Kupala!"

After eating something and treating the wound, Edwards gained some strength in the warmth and softness, and remembered: "This name is really strange. Aren't you Misha?"

"I'm a member of the Federation, and everyone I know calls me Misha." Mikhail kept his expression on, and retracted his arms so that Edwards could lean more comfortably, "If you feel uncomfortable in any way, you must tell me. "

"I'm a doctor and you're a knight," Edwards said. "I know it myself."

Mikhail didn't know what to say, the youth's waywardness was just a futile insistence, as if to prove that someone in the Edwards family was still alive, and he was so proud from the inside out that he knew him before that he should be thrown into the holy water The clean Dr. Edwards is very different.

After a moment of silence, Edwards asked, "You're not a saint, are you, Misha?"

His question sounded dry, but he had nothing to say, no expectation or fear.But Mikhail replied immediately: "No, no. I am a knight, and I have just come of age."

"You've just grown up, how tall can you grow... How tall should it be?" Edwards muttered, the boy's warm chest and soft cloak formed a reassuring darkness, his voice was still lifeless, "That's good .I don't like Saints."

Mikhail breathed a sigh of relief: "Why?"

"Mom and Dad had a lot of saintly friends," Edwards said.

It was drizzling outside the thatched cottage, and the firewood was crackling inside.A spark jumped out and burned up and dampened halfway, turning into a black stain in the haystack.

Mikhail murmured:

"I'm here to save you, I'm sorry..."

Edwards pushed him away gently and stood up.Mikhail looked up at his soft face, not daring to waste a moment.

Edwards stood alone for a while before Mikhail came to his senses, got up and took down the clothes hanging on the beam for him.There was still a little blood on the cuffs of the shirt, and the cracks made by the whip had not been mended.Edwards thanked him, turned his back and slowly changed his clothes, and Mikhail also stood at the door with his back to him, as if it could block all the wind that leaked in. This hut was their warm and abundant home.

Edwards still couldn't lift his left arm, so he buttoned it for a long time, picked up the cloak and patted it, walked around the fire with bare feet, and handed it to Mikhail:

"Thank you, Mr. Misha."

Mikhail nodded, but kept his eyes fixed on his face.Edwards touched his nose and tentatively praised:

"Your eyes are beautiful. But without pupils, can you see?"

"Yes, yes. I can see you...you are very...very..." Mikhail nodded hastily, shook off the cloak and put it on him, almost covering his feet, "you should wear it .I'm fine, you're injured, and you've lost a lot of blood, and it's going to be bad if you catch a cold."

"...Thank you." After Edwards finished speaking, he felt embarrassed again, "I can only say thank you."

He looked a lot more normal, but Mikhail felt that was not normal.A normal person would not politely say thank you to someone who looked like an enemy soldier after experiencing genocide and torture, nor would he insist on standing up and buttoning every remaining button when he was bleeding to the point of dying. Dare to think about what is supporting this young man, even though in fact this young man is five or six years older than him.

As a result, Edwards threw himself into his arms the next moment, his hands and feet were shaking, as cold as a vampire.Mikhail picked him up and went to the fire, holding him to warm himself.Edwards took a few breaths before saying:

"Thank you, I'm sorry, Misha... is a little heavy, has lost a lot of blood, and has no strength in his feet.—Where can we find Christine?"

Mikhail was silent for a while, and replied truthfully: "Scorching Sun City."

"... Good. Good. You said you were going to take me in."

"Yes, I will take you in." Mikhail suddenly thought of something, held his right hand that lost his thumb and little finger, and said, "You have to recover from your injury for a few more days, and we will go to Saint... Lieyang City. I I know how to cure you!"

"It sounds like you didn't think of it at first, but just wanted to encourage me." Edwards twitched the corners of his mouth shortly, as if he wanted to laugh, but he gave up when he couldn't do it, and looked up at him with those gentle green eyes, "—— What is it?"

Mikhail said slowly: "The fifth element, the Philosopher's Stone, or in other words, the relic."

He has never seen it, but he has heard it from the rabbis.There is a Philosopher's Stone in the sanctuary of the church, which is the flesh and blood of Mithra's first descent.It was consumed during the Third Holy War. Mikhail remembered that it was in the winter of 1228, and now it is the autumn of 1225. Even if it is not in the Sanctuary, the Philosopher's Stone still exists!

Edwards froze for a moment, then said, "I'll take Christine and leave."

"The Philosopher's Stone is in the sanctuary!" Mikhail said, "I will get it and go with you. I can protect you, and I can win even if it is a saint!"

Edwards lowered his head and showed a wry smile, but he didn't let him see, he just said in a hoarse voice, "Okay. Thank you, Misha."

Mikhail pursed his lips, knowing that Mr. Edwards took this as a child's angry words.But he was not sure, the sanctuary is a room in the monastery where holy relics are enshrined and trophies are piled up. The Philosopher's Stone is the most important one; They have fought before, not to mention, the real pursuit will not be alone. Once he steals the "sacred remains", it is not impossible for the saints to come out.

But so what?He doesn't even know whether all this is real history or a false hell, he only knows that if he doesn't save people or kill those "brothers and sisters" who fight and do evil under the banner of Mithras, he should go to hell with them .This is the world behind the narrow door. Either he followed his heart to implement the most difficult belief in the world, or Mikhail Ivanovich's soul went to hell, and Mithra's body went out the door, the latter Just one thought can burn all vampires to death.

The two stayed another night in the hut, and for dinner Mikhail picked nuts and fruit, and he also stole a few birds' eggs.He is a good believer in the sun god, so he climbed several trees and took only one egg in each bird's nest.

Edwards was so badly injured that Mikhail could hardly even believe that he was alive as a normal human being.But he ate Mikhail's crushed nuts and bird eggs earnestly, and only shook when Mikhail took out the sun cross to pray, and then took the holy water and drank it.Mikhail could smell the blood in his mouth. The holy water that regenerates flesh and blood only exists in the legends before the holy calendar and the sun god tome, but the holy water blessed by the high priest of Lieyang City can at least purify the flesh and blood, so that he will not As for wound infection.

In the early morning of the third day, the rain stopped, and the wet white mist permeated the forest, with abandoned villages and weeds growing everywhere looming.Edwards has improved a lot. Yesterday he was able to walk around the house wearing that cloak embroidered with gold and silver threads, but Mikhail knew that it was an illusion, and his emerald eyes were burning. Flame like a burning candle.

He will not persuade, he knows that he will only get gratitude and perfunctory.He just dragged the armor other than the two cups to the corner before Edwards woke up, and was going to use them to cast a murderous weapon at his fingertips.

Mikhail Kupala stood in front of the full-body sheet metal armor that had accompanied him for nearly a year, and took a deep breath.Terrible heat burst out from the inside of the armor in an instant, and the mithril that had been refined through numerous beatings shone slightly and softened slowly, and then drops of metallic liquid rose from the surface, hovering under the boy's palm.

Mithril is a god-given metal, the dream lover of all alchemists, and its status in their hearts is second only to the "philosopher's stone" that witches and wizards are enthusiastically pursuing.According to different uses, mithril requires different forging conditions and methods to achieve different mechanical and theological properties. Every mithril craftsman is a cardinal.As for the suit of armor he wore when he was 16 years old, each process was done by a saint.

Now, Mikhail brutally melted the priceless treasure with his own fire.

His hands were submerged in the metal liquid, but they were not burned at all, and the liquid metal flowed meekly against his fingers.Mithril collapsed and reorganized itself in his hands, and turned into a silvery-white cross spear. Patterns and incantations were generated by themselves, emitting molten gold-like rays of light from bottom to top, illuminating his expressionless, childish cheeks. But it didn't leave any marks in those starry eyes.

On the battlefield of the Siegfried Federation, when Rollins handed him this set of armor, he told him, don't feel wasted, this is your first and last set of armor, your victory over us It is very important, so this is a necessary expense.But when this war is over, you will grow taller and stronger, and become the top defender of the church.At that point, you won't be able to wear the armor any longer, and you won't need defense anymore.

At some point, Edwards woke up.He drank water, put away the cup, hugged the suitcase, and stood quietly behind Mikhail, looking at the short light blond hair.

On a cloudy morning, they look like the coldest sunshine in early spring trying to set the garden on fire.