You will also encounter Shura Field after exile [Greek Mythology]

The girl fanned the fire to make the fire burn more vigorously, then put the pot on it, ready to cook a pot of soup.

"You seem to be wanted." Typhon said maliciously, and she glanced at him to express her relief.

"It's okay, I won't be found for a while." She showed a faint smile, "After all, I'm not a devil."

She took out a small box, gently opened the lid, grabbed a pinch of salt, and put it in the soup. It took the woman probably less than an hour to pick up a basket of mushrooms, so she decided happily Make some mushroom soup.

"No matter what time it is, eat and drink well." The girl said cheerfully, "It's not the first time I've been wanted."

"Even if I'm caught, it's not the first time I've been tried." The girl said flatly.

"I actually have it too," Typhon said.

"Me too," the doctor agreed.

The three laughed at the same time, "Why do you have to go through these strange things?"

"Maybe it's for a more complete life." The girl raised a hand and said, "But I've done good deeds all my life, so I don't think there will be any major incidents."

Typhon stretched out his hand and patted the doctor's shoulder, "It's okay, things like running away are just familiar at first time, and you will get used to it if you run away too much."

The doctor shivered, "It's better not to get used to this kind of thing."

"Speaking of why you ran away with us." The doctor said, "I remember that you are not on the wanted list."

"It's mainly because I'm lonely." Typhon yawned, "You see, I don't have anything to do, and I can still eat with her here."

"Okay," said the doctor, dropping his eyes.

"Really, young man, you can't." Typhon leaned back and leaned on the hay, "When you're used to outlaws, you shouldn't have any psychological burden at this time. For example, look at her."

"She's a habitual offender," Typhon said, resting his head on his hand, watching the flames comfortably.

"I'm fine. Most of the time, I can be regarded as abiding by the law, being kind to others, respecting the old and loving the young, and being kind." The girl said shamelessly, "And I personally think I'm pretty good."

"You see, if you have this kind of psychological quality, it doesn't matter if you are wanted for 1000 or 2000 years." Typhon said, "And if she obeys the law, then I am the best person in the world."

The doctor gave a helpless smile.

"Okay," he said, sitting up and helping to poke the fire.

The girl smiled and held her chin, as if she was thinking about something.

For her, it is not difficult to avoid the wanted eyes and ears. In the past few days, they have been following the route she planned.

Sometimes starting in the middle of the night, sometimes resting all day, "We need to cross the Alps." She raised her hand, drew a line on the paper, and said, "Then go straight north."

The doctor looked at the map, "We are now on the west side of Venice."

"There is no plague in Milan." Typhon said, "There is no smell of disaster there, and we have successfully walked out of the most dangerous place."

The doctor nodded, and he turned his head to look at the girl, her face was illuminated by the orange-red flames, her pale skin seemed to be covered with a layer of blood, and she seemed to be alive.

"What are you thinking?" Typhon asked.

"No." The girl refused.

Typhon showed a dissatisfied expression, he raised his head and looked at the sky, "It is said that prophets can see the future direction from the stars, so speaking now, will tomorrow have good luck?"

"There should be." The doctor raised his head, "At least it looks like it will be a good weather."

"No news." The angels were discussing, their expressions were almost exactly the same, Sariel felt that maybe he should be consistent with them, but it seemed that no one would pay attention to him in such a chaotic time.

Now the entire heaven was in a state of extreme tension, the four knights were sent to the mortal world, and Sariel watched their horseshoes step on the pure white stone, and then walked out.

The devils were also restless.

The population is dwindling sharply, but faith does not seem to be returning, for even the noblest and richest are as sick as the common people.

The Lord may not know what happened.

But Sally knew.

The Lord is mighty and high, and He has been in that position so long that he cannot see the smallest things, which are like soot that has been lingering in sight, and has been blotted out by the tired eyes.

But Sally knew.

He had seen the girl crouching down, black, repulsed rats, around her, raising her little wise face, listening to the orders of their most beloved god.

The maiden gave them life, so they will always remember.

Speaking of the most humble life, the Lord divided the animals in the world into clean and unclean. Sariel once thought it made sense, because some creatures would make people bored spontaneously just by looking at them.

Let's say a mouse.

For example, the poor.

They are weak and unprogressive, annoying, no one wants to care about them, except her.

However, they are full of immense power, and for those who are willing to respect and love them, this power will be rewarded a hundredfold.

The mouse stood on the girl's palm and squeaked at her. She listened patiently and revealed a shallow and nasty smile.

The rider on the white horse walked blankly through the street behind her. He couldn't feel the difference between this girl and ordinary homeless people. Compared with the brilliance of God, they were all humble.

It's hard to even count them.

"If you want to be free, you can try to sink first." The girl looked at Sariel with a smile and said softly.

"What did you say to them?" Sariel asked.

"Ah, well, let me tell them that those in high positions are not scary, for example, those nobles who think they can watch ordinary people die by living in isolated castles, or those who stay in churches. monks reciting scriptures with their eyes closed.”

"When this world falls, no one can be an island." She stood up and straightened her hair.

"Aren't you afraid of it?" Sariel raised his hand and pointed to the white horse rider cruising on the street. The girl followed his finger and turned her head, looking at it, a glimmer of light seemed to flash in the prophet's eyes. Can't tell what's not clear.

"The Lord said, this is your fault." Sariel said.

The girl looked at his face and motioned him to continue talking.

"If you don't let human beings act recklessly, blaspheme, and degenerate, he won't bring down these four knights."

The girl suddenly laughed.

She covered her mouth and trembled with laughter, almost crying.

"I'm so familiar with this sentence." She said softly.

"That's what they told me when they created the woman named Pandora. They said it was my fault, and I made innocent creatures suffer."

She raised her head with a smile, "What can I do."

"The Lord said that human beings will hate you as they hate their own filth. They will hate themselves as human beings and yearn for God wholeheartedly. Only in this way can they be redeemed." Sariel said softly.

"I'm familiar with this too." The girl said softly, "I'm used to it."

"It doesn't matter if you are insulted or condemned." The girl smiled and said, "They have scolded me for thousands of years. You should have heard of it with a rich vocabulary."

"Longing for the golden age of the past, and then hating me." The girl restrained her smile, her purple eyes were bright and clear, and the orbits of stars were lingering in them. She was a natural stargazer, and she had been looking up at Sky.

Sariel felt trembling for no reason.

He was once again terrified of the girl.

He would only have such a fear of two creatures, one was his father, his lord, who created him, and the other was this seemingly fragile young girl.

"Are you disappointed?" Sariel asked tentatively.

"No." The girl said with a smile, "because that kind of thing won't happen again."

She turned around calmly, looking at the depressed streets and crowds, "Because they will die, so they will rise, instead of repeating the history that happened in vain."

"And your monarch is still wallowing in the glory of the past." She said with a chuckle, "God sent a disaster, and people trembled."

"This era, it will pass."

The clergy began to die in large numbers, and the nobles were hardly spared.

At that time, they seemed to suddenly think of something. Gods are high in the sky and cannot be seen. They are still human beings at this time, but they used to think that they are high and they are stepping on the heads of countless people.

"He who is enlightened, go to the dead." The priests talked to each other, although the bishop would not acknowledge their sacrifice.

But every penny of their wealth was handed over to them by the congregation, not sprinkled from the sky.

"No title."

"No subsidy."

"No one will remember you."

The Holy See said so.

But if you don't do something, you will die.

Even if there is no name in life and there is no tombstone after death, will anyone go on such a desperate journey?

Sariel sat alone on the tall clock tower, watching the conversation of the priests in the square.

No one will go, no one is really so stupid.

However, he saw someone push open the door.

The first person goes out.

The second person also walked out.

If it is gone forever.

What are your options.

Sariel couldn't help asking himself this question, then definitely don't go, how hard it is to live, and the life of a mortal is so fragile.

However, the mortal answer is that it will be gone forever.

If everyone doesn't work hard, everyone will die.

Sariel knew that the girl had gone to the northern city and would leave this land soon.

He had thought that the land she left would be silent, docile and stable.

But this time.

Human beings will indeed rise in death.

Fire never burns out, it only bursts new life out of the ashes.

The author has something to say: Regarding the priests who stayed behind during the Black Death, it took a long time for them to be recognized by the Holy See as such a group of people, but it will take a long time and a long time before they are honored and affirmed.

I don't know why the Holy See is stingy with rewarding them, this is probably the Middle Ages

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