Angel on earth

"Yes, with these two preparations, the saints will all die." Arnold praised, "However, Kozlov hasn't done anything particularly disgusting in these years, has he? He has done a good job in public affairs."

Carter sneered: "You know the one who bought the crime."

"Ok?"

"Baron Morozov, do you remember?"

"Times have changed, there are no barons anymore. But the entire lower district is still his.... Those two butchers belong to him?" Arnold gloated, and even drank a sip of tea. Well, it’s good to cover it up.”

"This stuff is cold and bitter. You still drink it all day long. Is there something wrong with it?" Carter also took a sip of tea. "Didn't he fall off his horse and break his leg back then. He wasn't elected mayor. It's the same thing. If you can't heal your legs, it will be even more uncomfortable to live with crutches for the rest of your life. You are also a black heart, and a little painkiller is so expensive. But, another accident happened on the other day, hehe... think about it with your feet Everyone should know what Kozlov did. Maybe his brain really needs to think for so many years to understand, and then ask the coachman brothers to assassinate."

"You can't say that, just like there is no evidence that Kozlov harmed a competitor, and there is no evidence that Morozov has a brain. Based on my many years of experience in medicine, it should be Kozlov's competition The opponent borrowed a knife to kill someone, so I went to remind him... and my painkillers are costly, and the effect is very good." Arnold took a sip of tea contentedly, and it was obvious that he was trying hard to use his stiff face to tease out sarcasm Smiling, "My own coachman! My God. Did that pig brain admit it?"

"You contradict yourself, a pig's brain is also a brain. He admitted it." Carter smiled for a long time, "When I came, he was yelling at the door of Kozlov's house, saying that he should treat the relatives of the two brothers well, Maybe I can find a way to get them both off the hook. It's quite proud."

"Pfft. Eva Kozlov won't just die of rage?"

"Who says it's not—His Royal Highness Kupala!"

A tall and straight white shadow lifted the door curtain.Carter exclaimed, his legs slid to the ground, his face turned red and white.Katya glanced at him rather disgusted, she just wiped the floor this morning.

Arnold looked at Mikhail's rather unfriendly expression, raised his eyebrows, stretched his legs and kicked his friend, and said with disgust: "Okay, you don't have such a big face, please ask Your Highness Kupala to arrest him personally."

Carter's face turned red, and he stood up and greeted Mikhail, asking Mikhail to take a seat: "Good morning, it's a great honor to meet you here, Your Highness Kupala! What are you here for...?"

"I'm here to find Arnold." Mikhail pursed his lips, his face was pale, and asked, "I'm sorry, I was shocked when I heard some conversations between the two of you just now, and I didn't ask Katya to call you. Overheard. But—but how could you, say that—! Other people's lives are not something to laugh at!”

"People like us are like this." Arnold quietly beckoned to Carter to call him over, then raised his head and grinned at Mikhail, "Your Highness, not everyone can enter the kingdom of heaven. Saints like you..."

"Don't be angry with me!" cried Mikhail. "I will stop anyone who says that, not because—"

He glanced at Carter, closed his mouth, and flushed his angry face.Carter carefully but slipperily made a "please" gesture, sat down on the armrest of the single sofa, and propped his elbow on top of Arnold's head.The latter shouted: "Go and change your trousers—Katya! Get him a pair of trousers, as long as he can wear them! The sofa cover was changed this morning!"

Carter said, "Do you have time to change the sofa cover or deal with the mud puddle in the yard?"

"What if I break my medicine field?" Arnold said angrily, "Get lost!"

Carter's deep blue eyes wandered back and forth between the two of them, and with a grunt he got up and went behind the screen to change.Katerina went upstairs to find Arnold's old clothes, and he whistled, "Thanks, Katya!"

Arnold looked at Mikhail, a little embarrassed.Mikhail didn't know how to start, his pupilless eyes were shining brightly, showing no emotion.After a while, he did it himself and poured a cup of tea.

"Today's tea is also delicious." He said carefully, "What is it made of?"

"The elderberry leaves were freshly harvested last night, and they are a little tender." Arnold said, "You can bring some back to the two knights, it's good for the bones."

Mikhail originally wanted to say, "They are not used to drinking it", because his companions are all typical Noren local Runi people, and even serious tea leaves have to be mixed with milk sugar to drink.But when he opened his mouth, it was: "Okay. Thank you."

Well, anyway, not telling is not the same as lying.

Carter changed his clothes, came out with his slippers on, sat down on the armrest on the other side of Arnold, and was kicked away by Arnold.The latter said: "Your Highness, please excuse me, let's change."

Mikhail jumped up as Carter sat on the railing, nearly hitting the beam.Carter raised his legs across the coffee table and asked in surprise, "You look familiar?"

"I'm a friend of Arnold's," said Mikhail cheerfully. "You are, I suppose, Dr. Carter?"

Carter was flattered, and sent out a series of compliments, but Arnold was very shameless: "I spend four days in a kiln in a week, and the remaining three days go to your lady's house to see a doctor. You are too pious." , I can fly over to finish you by myself."

"That doesn't prevent me from believing in my lord Mithra." Carter said confidently, "Besides, since His Highness is your friend, he wouldn't come here with a sword."

"There is no sword, but the lance must be at the door. If you don't believe me, go and have a look." Seeing Mikhail's tangled expression, Arnold was unexpectedly unsatisfied, and was about to change the subject.Carter was serious: "Although I am definitely going to hell, I have no less respect for God the Father and saints than others. I think there are reasons for carrying weapons, such as church regulations, or a kind of Spirit?"

"You have a better brain than Morozov." Arnold said, "What do you think is my last name?"

Carter slapped his head: "Edwards, hahahaha! I forgot if you didn't tell me, last time Linna—cough, I saw a book at a lady's place, which said that the first generation of Nolan's green-eyed family The nobleman's name is Arnold Edwards. I can't blame the church hahahaha...!"

Arnold looked shocked and turned to Mikhail.The latter nodded: "Yes, the Marquis Edwards was an ally of the Church during the Second Jihad, but that was to get close to the Holy Son and steal His divine blood. It was also from him that the Edwards family of Noren degenerated into Vampires.—But that was a long time ago, and I believe Arnold, bringing 'Shining Maiden' is just to deal with Rollins. As the chief, I have to set an example."

"...I believe you too." Arnold scratched his hair in frustration, "But, as Carter said, why are you looking for me today?"

Mikhail said: "The local Baron Morozov was killed. The city hall sent out a forensic doctor. According to the rules, because Rollins and I are here, the church also sends out one. The deacon said that you are the best in the local area. Good doctor, so—”

The two doctors froze for a moment, and then burst out into wild laughter at the same time. They patted each other and pointed at each other. They laughed so hard that they almost rolled to the ground.

"What's so funny!" Mikhail stood up jerkily, almost bumping into the beams of the house, "What are you doing again? That's a dead person, a life—"

At this moment, Carter even threw away his fear of saints, hooked Arnold's neck and spit at him: "You, you say hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" That idiot hahahahahahahahahaha..."

Arnold didn't feel much better, and smiled while wiping his face in disgust: "Dian-Misha hahahahahaha...haha... We were talking about Morozov just now hahahaha..."

"That's nothing to laugh at!" said Mikhail angrily. "He's been murdered! Arnold, doctor, how can you laugh—laugh at such things!"

"How many people have you killed in the Federation!" Arnold yelled, "Why should you care about this rich man? There are so many Lazarus in the Lower District waiting for you to rescue![1]"

"Yes." Even Carter said, "Potosi was also part of the Federation for a while... Think about it, the upper class in the world basically has the same virtue, let alone the two groups who are so close."

Mikhail paused for a moment, then hesitated: "...What did he do?"

"It's what most of the people you kill are doing. However, it's legal in Potosí." Arnold shrugged, straightened his glasses, and breathed a sigh of relief, "There is always chaos and sacrifice at the turn of times."

Mikhail looked rather bewildered.Carter pointed out the window: "Your Highness, look at the lower district. There are still few factories, but they have caused several small-scale epidemics. But, uh, to put it simply, if it weren't for the lack of food, how could there be so many people?" Going into the city to suffer in the lower district? Many of the people outside were former serfs of the Morozov family and their descendants.”

Speaking of this topic, Arnold couldn't stop laughing: "The upper district is not considered a slum area at all, at least half of them farm for themselves. The lower district originally belonged to Morozov, and handicraft jobs were not stable, and farming The land is completely unrewarded forced labor. I have lived here for less than ten years, and I may not have the right to speak, but I have the right to hate him, right? Not only the lower districts, but also many farmlands outside the city. The Lozovs, he and his ancestors, like many others, swindled land with usury and violence. He used to ride to the lower districts and make a lot of noise... You should look at the residents. He whipped them, Trampled with horseshoes, no one dared to resist, dared to go to the city hall for help, because in their hearts they were still his serfs, and they depended on his factory for food. Not only that—”

Carter bumped into him calmly, indicating that unnecessary complaints should not be said to the paladin. It has nothing to do with his life, and the harvest priest can't always manage the factory.

Arnold took a sip of tea and spread his hands towards Mikhail.Carter added: "I'm different from Arnold. Morozov almost snatched my fiancée. I won't talk about the process. I hope you don't always think about it. She is the only one left in her family, but fortunately , I’m a good person, and I finally managed to hold the wedding.”

Arnold patted him on the shoulder, showing contempt: "Then you still sleep with women outside all day long!"

The author says:

[1] The rich man and Lazarus: From the Bible Luke 16:19~31, it is probably a story that you ignore today and you will not be able to climb tomorrow.Lazarus was a poverty-stricken man in his lifetime, and the rich man refused to save him. The former went to heaven after death, while the latter asked for help in hell, but was rejected by the Lord.