Angel on earth

Mikhail did not expect that the opening of this secret passage in the monastery in the early morning was so loud.He basically knew the roundworm-like secret paths in the monastery. When she was a child, Anna liked to steal him out of the library, hide and hide among other people's busyness, sneak into the garden to steal flowers for a while, and sit in the kitchen munching on them for a while. Pastry, sometimes it is extra training; Anna led him from the spiral stone staircase of the elevator shaft to the foot of the mountain, and then walked back from the foot of the mountain.During his short childhood, Mikhail memorized every road that Anna took him.

The two turned around inside, and Edwards recognized by smell that they had entered a dungeon.Mikhail listened for a while lying on the wall at the end of the passage, opened the door cautiously, and bumped into a group of motionless guards.He froze for a moment, and the team leader in the middle let out a "ha" and said:

"Let me just say, Piccolo's dog ears are good. Fighting in the secret passage is too risky. Anyway, these two mice are coming for our lovely ladies. It's better to save some effort and reduce the risk."

As he spoke, seven or eight spears stabbed at Mikhail.As soon as the latter flicked the cross gun, he rolled them up and flew into the sky, jumped out of the passage, and instantly killed three people.The sun god's favorite shepherd was like a wolf entering the flock at this moment, a cross spear was waving rustlingly, and he was not harmed in the siege, and he still had enough time to stop the jailer who tried to escape and report the news.

But the jailer's life is not even a lamb's bait.A soldier dropped a heavy spear and rushed out from the crowd, heading straight for the entrance of the passage. Mikhail turned around and lit the flames, illuminating Edwards' pale and cold face as he walked out of the passage.

The moment the soldier pounced on him, Edwards' eyes were like lightning, and he slit his throat neatly.Mikhail looked to the side and saw a soldier who had been ambushed with a knife stuck in his neck; Edwards silenced him first, then reached into his collar and cut his heart with precision artery.The body was swollen like a pig, and half of Edwards' face was covered in blood.His hand was steady, the ring finger and middle finger were holding the lancet, and the heel of his bare thumb was pressing fiercely on the handle of the knife.

It was difficult for Mikhail's flame to burn people to death, but he managed to end the battle as quickly as possible, leaving behind a lot of corpses and blood.Edwards actually praised him for it:

"You are so powerful, you didn't splatter too much blood when you killed them."

Mikhail didn't know whether to be happy about it, but he wiped his face and hands for him and said:

"It will slip."

Edwards actually smiled at him: "Thank you."

Where is the lubrication of the blood the main reason why he can't hold the knife stably?Mikhail was stunned looking at the young man's smile.

Dr. Edwards of Chalek actually laughed a lot, but it was the laugh of a dead man, and he always tried to smile like a living person in front of Mikhail.Edwards in front of him was weak, disabled, tired, and cold, and even smiled reluctantly, like encouraging a child.But he is more alive than any living person, Mikhail's cheeks are red, his eyes are hot, and his internal organs are burning warmly. He wants to kiss him inappropriately, but he knows he can't, he can't kiss the living Edwards gentlemen.

"Let's go." Mikhail touched his nose, took a deep breath, and was choked by the cold and foul air of the dungeon. "Let's go to Christine first."

Edwards curled his lips briefly, nodded numbly, but pushed him away, and walked into an aisle: "I heard it. And... there are others."

Mikhail looked down at him. He was silent for a while at the aisle, then raised his face and said coldly: "We can't take everyone away. We can only take Christine away."

Suddenly, Mikhail said something that he had never thought of and would never say in the real world: "We can take everyone to try, it is better to die on the way to escape than to be tortured in the dungeon. If we..." His voice trailed off, Edwards just staring at him, and finally, he said softly, "They can distract the pursuers."

The two looked at each other silently for a long time, almost like some kind of confrontation.Edwards suddenly said:

"Please don't cry, Misha. I don't have the energy to comfort you."

Mikhail touched his cheek, but he didn't find anything. He straightened up and said, "I'll go ahead. Do I need to leave it for you?"

Edwards said, "No. Thank you, Misha."

Mikhail hummed and entered the dungeon along the corridor.The dungeon is also different from the dungeon. This is the so-called "black prison", which is used to detain dangerous elements such as witches and monsters. There are two small iron windows on the top and bottom of the dark iron door, one for the jailer to inspect, and one The distribution of food seems to be better than ordinary prison cells where dozens of people are crowded together.

The blond-haired Christine was curled up on a straw mat, disheveled, blood-stained on her loose long hair, and bruises and bloodstains on her thin body.On the black doors on both sides of the aisle, pairs of green eyes of different shades watched the jailer kick her from behind the small window, and soon a woman was picked out by another jailer and thrown to the ground. A long-time middle-aged man with yellowish whites and dark green eyes staring at the dark ceiling motionlessly.

Mikhail picked up a bundle of spears at the fork in the road just now and held them under his arm. At this time, he strode over and nailed the jailers to the pillars between the prison doors one by one. Each spear passed through the abdominal cavity. Not to die, but the jailers need to stand on tiptoe with their backs tensed so as not to be cut open by the blade.Edwards went straight to Christine. Mikhail turned his head in front of the steel gate at the end of the black cell and saw him showing a weird and gentle smile.

"Chris, Chris," he knelt down and touched the girl's tender cheek, "I'm here to save you."

He leaned over to hug her, retracted his arms, examined her body carefully, and then carefully lifted her up, turned on the kettle and gave her a drink of water. Mikhail recognized that the kettle was theirs. In a confessional I passed by before:

"Drink some water, Chrissy, good boy. You're strong, no broken bones, a little internal bleeding, but trust me... my brother will fix you, okay? We'll get out of here and go back to—"

The woman who had just been thrown to the ground rushed over like a lioness, snatched the girl from his arms, and shouted in a broken voice: "You killed her! You killed her! If you don't marry that stinky Hardy family Bitch, if your father hadn't—"

"Aunt Alice," Edwards said in a gentle tone, afraid of scaring Christine, who was shivering and shivering, "I'm here to save you. If you want to say anything, it's not too late to say it. Wait until we escape , Heal Chris, you can do whatever you want."

Mikhail did not open the steel gate, which was said to be imprisoned by evil beasts possessed by demons, but he released every prisoner in the black prison. People ran away cheering, and an ugly young witch jumped Got up and kissed his cheek, giggling and ran to smash the steel gate door to read her pet's name.He also recognized a prisoner. When he and Anna visited the dark cell, "Roland the Undead" could still cry from behind the cell door. Anna gave Roland a piece of white bread.

The young knight came over and said, "Ma'am, we—"

"You are from the church!" Aunt Alice screamed recklessly holding her daughter, "Why are you wearing their clothes?!"

"In order to sneak into the monastery." Edwards raised his hand to stop Mikhail, explained patiently, then stood up and said to the others, "Everyone must understand, either die here, or try to run away with me, anyway. It would be worse. This Mr. Misha brought me here and can take us away."

"What if we don't want to go with you?" a man asked.

Edwards was still half-kneeling on the ground. Hearing the words, he turned his head and nodded: "You can go on your own, anyway, there is nothing to report. I don't force it, I just hope that Christine—"

"Chris will not go with you!" Alice stood up, holding Christine in one hand, and picked up an ax in the other, and slammed it on the neck of a jailer, and then the second time, the carotid artery spurted out Her blood was poured all over her body, like dragon blood poured on Siegfried, she looked at Master Edwards fiercely, "I'll take her away! I know the way, so you don't need to be hypocritical!"

"No. It's safest with us," Edwards said.

Aunt Alice purred and said, "I'd rather strangle Chris—"

Edwards stood up suddenly and took a step back, his face pale: "Kristen needs treatment, I can save her!"

"We are also doctors." The man who didn't want to go with him before said in a low voice, "There are three of us, and you, look at your hands. What can you do for Chrissy?"

"Uncle Owen!" Edwards called out, his voice full of guilt and pleading, "I, you—"

Mikhail couldn't bear it anymore: "What are you all thinking? Mr. Harry has already died, and this gentleman has suffered no less than you. Besides, aren't you a family? Why do you criticize him so much?"

Alice raised her head sharply, her eyes full of hatred: "You are also from the church! You are from Lieyang City! Only the knights of Lieyang City can learn the posture you held your gun just now! How did you bring him here? do what?!"

"Anyway, I didn't come here for your daughter!" Mikhail shouted, "Mr. Edwards kindly wanted to save Christine, how could you say such a thing? If it weren't for...he could have escaped! Just before Aerys sailed away!"

"Stop talking, Misha. You take them away, okay?" Edwards raised his head, his cold and tough expression was gone, only a pitiful and humble pleading, "I'll stay. You are also God the Father Believers, always know... I saved Micah, this is the beginning of everything. Laura did not come, there is no one..."

"No, it's not you, it's not Micah, and it's not Laura!" Mikhail couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed his shoulder and shouted, "It's Isabella! I'm going to kill her right now! She's out for revenge." Your ancestor Arnold Calvin Edwards did these things, and it has nothing to do with you!"

The young man was surprised and delighted for a moment: "Really?"

"I swear to Mithra, the sun god!" Mikhail looked aggressively over his shoulder and looked at the others fiercely, "Don't take revenge on good people!"

Edwards looked so relieved that he almost lost his knees.

He breathed slowly and deeply the cold, stale air of the dark cell, and kept saying, "That's good, that's good, if it's true... if it's true..."