Human dimension reduction

Although it seems inappropriate to be entangled in the matter of the next three roads, one fact cannot be ignored, that is...Petrosha is still in a situation where he has no belt.

The original calfskin belt was taken away by the guards, the replacement hemp rope was burned, and there was no suitable material to tie the trousers even after three feet of digging in the wooden house, and Ivan...he relied entirely on his own amazing The waistline holds up the trousers.

The custom-made trousers fit well, but Petrosa is now terribly thin, and he can only rely on his hip bones to loosen the trousers so that they don't fall off. Put your hands on your waist.

...looks a little pathetic and a little bit funny.

When he opened the door and came in, he saw Edward resumed his posture sitting cross-legged in front of the fireplace. In front of him was the pile of things that had been scavenged from Ivan's body. He was lowering his head and holding a dagger to tear off the cloth that was not stained with blood on Ivan's clothes. , cut off a strip of cloth and threw it to Petrosha, looking around his waist.

Petrosha, who took the belt, smiled at him with squinted eyes, put on the belt without hesitation, raised his hand and stuffed two pieces of wood into the fireplace.

The firewood on the side was almost gone, and it might not last a day, and the wind and snow were still blowing outside.

"I'll leave when Xue is younger." Edward had a sad look on his brows.

Petrosa sat back on the bed again, pushed the blanket that was still dripping blood under the bed, and gently played the violin: "Wait another day, the snow will probably stop tomorrow."

"how do you know?"

"Well... this is a little trick of mine. It is very useful for identifying the weather." Petrosa didn't answer directly. No matter who has played so many rounds of the game, it is time to remember the weather changes every day.

Edward didn't ask much, as if acquiescing to his proposal.

When the dawn of the third day came, Edward was awakened by the slowly falling temperature. After waking up, he looked at the fireplace for the first time. The flame inside was weak and tenacious. Petrosha woke up earlier than him. The remaining firewood is being filled in all at once.

Said it was all that was left, but in fact there were only four logs. The fireplace warmed up slowly. Petrosa threw in all the sundries that were not needed in the room, and finally managed to bring the room temperature back to its previous state.

"Are you awake? Do you want a drink?"

The down-and-out nobleman turned around and asked Edward, "It's warm."

The blond-haired and blue-eyed boy was a little sleepy. He put his head down on one leg and did not speak. His face was full of irritability from not sleeping well. After a long time, he finally answered the irrelevant question: "It's a little cold."

"Really." Petrosa looked at the messy fireplace, picked up Gabriel beside him, and threw it in like an insignificant piece of firewood.

As soon as the violin, which had been meticulously maintained by high-quality rosin for hundreds of years, was surrounded by flames, the oil on the violin suddenly stirred up flames more than a foot high. Petrosa quietly watched Gabriel being engulfed by the flames, his face swollen. There is no superfluous expression, as if he just found a suitable enough fuel.

"Is it better now?" He flicked the fireplace to allow the air and fuel to fully contact. The orange flames made his cheeks blush, and even the too sharp bones were softened a lot.

"Hmm..." Edward watched him burn the handed down work, and was speechless for a brief moment.

When it was bright outside, the snow reflected dazzling light, and the cumulus clouds were still hanging low in the sky, but the snow had indeed stopped, and the strong wind that rolled the coniferous forest also temporarily stopped. Edward wore Putting on the cloak and tying the ribbon, he noticed that Petrosha was about to leave, and he paused: "You..."

"Is Eddie going to leave me in a house where there is no life left to die?" Petrosa preempted the attack with a smile.

"I……"

"I've decided to go with Eddie. It's better if two people go together than you alone? If you encounter danger, you can push me to the front." Petrosa's tone was soothing and even a little brisk, but the content of the words was different. Big and comfortable.

Edward, however, fell into a suspicious silence after listening.

It's a good idea.

It was clearly written in his eyes.

The pairing of the two is inexplicable. It seems that Petrosha insisted on it, but when he asked which way to go, Edward would silently acquiesce. In fact, they knew each other well and wanted to travel in Siberia in winter. An 11-year-old child was found in the wilderness...especially since Siberia is in the snowy season, it is more likely that the child is dead.

However, Petrosa did not utter this conjecture known to both parties, and Edward did not intend to give up looking for someone—even though he was not very concerned about what he was looking for. Conditional restrictions, it seems a bit aimless.

The two stopped and went, and under the guidance of Petrosha, they came to a relatively peaceful town.

It's not that they haven't encountered settlements along the way, but now the whole country is in turmoil, and most of the places where people live are in chaos. What kind of rebel army, revolutionary army, town self-defense force, rural self-defense force... as long as they gather enough A dozen or so people with a recognizable name is an army. Small villages rely on the protection of young and middle-aged people in the village, while large-scale villages will have several parties fighting.

Limited by their status as nobles, they had to carefully avoid many villages, and the speed of obtaining available information was extremely slow. Fortunately, this time they encountered a small town where the residents were not so extreme.

"The base camp of the rebel army." Petrosa introduced Edward's ear.

Needless to say, Edward could also see this fact. There was a simple wooden fence at the entrance of the town, and the flag tied with a bed sheet was painted with the same pattern as the ID card that was found from Ivan.

Compared to Ivan's amateurs, the men sitting by the wooden fence were obviously more organized, at least they still had a uniform uniform.

"Does Edward want to live the old life?" Petrosa asked abruptly. They had never talked about this matter before, and they both tacitly avoided everything related to this turmoil.

Edward folded his hands together and breathed into his palms. His pale face from the cold looked almost as transparent as Petrosa's. Hearing this, he rubbed his hands together and touched Petrosa's cold cheek: "Are you hungry? cold?"

Walking on the snowy field is a very strenuous task. Their entire communication these days probably revolves around "hungry", "what to eat" and "where to start a fire", and Petrosha There is a strange problem, when he is hungry or cold, in order to divert his attention, he will say some shocking words.

As long as these words are heard by any sane person, Petrosa will be tied to the stake and burned to death. It is hard to imagine that a 16-year-old boy can have such wisdom that is almost devilish. He is born to use conspiracy. The person who disturbed the situation, but was inspired by his master by accident.

...Although the Lord he understands is a little bit different from the Lord of the masses.

No, maybe very different?

But Edward didn't care about this. He listened to what Petrosha said, and he was indifferent to what the other party said, no matter how terrifying it was. At most, he reminded the other party to save some energy and not fall headlong into the snow.

So when he heard Petrosha start this abruptly, his first reaction was that this guy was making an old mistake again.

"The leader of the rebel army is a devout believer." Petrosa lowered his head slightly, allowing the shorter Edward to touch his face and forehead.

"The churches and all religious buildings in the town are well preserved, and there are traces of recent restoration." He talked endlessly, under the gray sky, the blue in his eyes was very eye-catching.

When he said this, Edward already understood what he meant: "It's a good choice."

After getting along with each other for this period of time, Edward was convinced that none of the believers could get rid of the brainwashing of this wild priest. If he was not a materialist at heart, he might be captured by Pejia's mouth.

"We need enough food, clothes, and houses that can help us survive the cold winter." Petrosa said softly.

It just so happened that the insurgent army in front of them could meet all their needs, so don't want it for nothing.

Petrosa walked towards the wooden fence alone, he quickly attracted the attention of those men, they shouted and surrounded Petrosa, the boy raised his hand and showed them the paper shell seized from Ivan's body This group of people did not tie him up, but took him to the town.

This is probably the realistic version of leading a wolf into a house.

Edward didn't go in with him. Petrosha could use his identity certificate to get away with it, but adding another one would not work. Anyway, no one can make this Slavic boy suffer. He simply wrapped his cloak and patiently worked on his fingers. Massage for invigorating blood circulation and keeping warm.

When Petrosha came out again, those who had escorted him vigilantly followed him with their heads down, and the tall and thick men were a step behind him, behaved like little sheep.

He had an extra lambskin coat on his body, which didn't fit very well. It was obviously one of the trophies of the rebel army.

"My dear, they have prepared hot soup and beds for us, we can have a good rest." Petrosa smiled and waved to Edward, tilting his head slightly habitually, following his gentle words, those The men following him closed their mouths and lowered their heads deeply.

Edward glanced at the group of people and walked to Petrosha. He was clearly dressed as a nobleman, but the rebels whose job it was to capture nobles all seemed to be blind and turned a blind eye to him.

"What did you say to them, they looked scared to death." Edward commented softly.

Petrosa sighed, folded his hands on his chest, and said in a calm tone: "I announced to them the will of the Lord to love the world. They are all very pious and kind believers. the Gospel."

What an open-eyed nonsense!

If holding the "Bible" in hand can influence the rebels, then the nobles of Moscow can probably build the "Bible" into a city wall.

The leader of the rebel army was a strong man nearly two meters tall, with big hands and a majestic body like a cattail fan. With one slap, two Petrosas could be blown away, but such a bear-like man faced a thin When Petrosha was weak, he didn't even dare to lift his head. He wanted to stuff his head into his cavity, and it would be better if he shrunk his strong body so that he couldn't see it.

Edward still didn't know what Petrosha said to them. In this small town, Petrosha happily picked up the duties of a priest, staying in the church every day and leading the townspeople to pray, "preaching the gospel of the Lord." ", those insurgents came to listen to the sermons in shifts on a regular basis, and they all behaved like elementary school students, sitting in the last row without saying a word.

And the young priest always upholds the concept of "the Lord treats everyone equally" and educates these innocent lambs.

Gradually, more and more people came to listen to the sermon, and the whole town knew that a knowledgeable young and handsome priest had come to the church. His words flowed into people's dry hearts like rain, bringing them unprecedented happiness .

Edward also lived in the church with Petrosa, and people also respected this companion who appeared with Father Petrosha, and they seemed to have completely forgotten that they were still capturing fugitive nobles not long ago, and now they see Looking at Edward and Petrosha, it was like looking at the angel who came to save them on behalf of the Lord.

Petrosha is really reckless if he doesn't engage in cults.

Edward thought this way more than once, because it is different to make people follow you because of personal charm, power, status, etc., and because of religious power. Countless cases in history tell us that all groups united under the banner of religion are fanatical and irresistible. The characteristics of reason, under this banner, they will madly do things that others cannot imagine for the belief in their hearts.

Petrosha seems to have become their master.

This is what Edward heard when he passed by the confession room one day. The middle-aged woman walked out of the closed and dark small room with tears, and knelt down devoutly outside. She knew that Petrosha could not see her movements, but she did so. Not for him to see, but just to show his obedience and respect.

Her address to Petrosa was "His Majesty" - His Majesty is an honorific title for the Pope. Edward didn't think Petrosa would imply that they gave themselves such a title, it can only be said that people spontaneously asked Pay the highest homage to the priest who redeemed their souls.

A chill ran down Edward's spine.

In just a few days, Petrosa has become the uncrowned king of this town.

Edward watched the middle-aged woman in shabby linen clothes go away. Her face looked tired and old because of the suffering of life, her solid body was slightly bent, and the lines on her rough palms were full of unclean mud. She is gray, but her face has a frantic bright color, and this spirit makes her suddenly ten years younger.

"Pious and kind believers," Petrosa's deep voice sounded behind him, "these are the people the Lord should take pity on and comfort."

Edward turned his head, and the down-and-out aristocrat, who had been supported by the whole town, had already lost the thin and terrifying appearance before. His bony cheeks were stretched by full flesh and blood. The unique deep eye sockets and tall nose bridge of the Slavs, handsome The silhouettes of his eyes were revealed one by one, and the boy standing there dressed in a snow-white priest's attire was like an elf walking out from the depths of the snow. His metallic gray eyes were half covered by slightly closed eyelashes, completely covering that point. Sharp and strange coldness.

Just standing there, he is already a qualified priest, and the archangel who controls divine punishment and reward under the lord will not be more majestic and loving than him.

A... demon in the skin of a saint.