hunting light

Fryer, in the ancient human language, means flower.

When Father Ian Mitchell arrived at the capital of Fryer Star, it was spring there.

The spaceship of the direct flight of the Holy See slowly landed on the tarmac of the airport amidst the falling flowers.The water vapor from the ocean condenses into cloud mountains like snow mountains, piled up on the horizon, majestic and magnificent.

As soon as the young priest stepped out of the hatch, he was deeply shocked by the oncoming scene. He couldn't believe that this was the wild and remote frontier planet that was full of strange beasts in the population of the imperial capital.

All the way from the airport to the Parthenon Manor, flowers and clouds have constructed a planet favored by the god of spring.

The roses and roses climbing into the fence, the wisteria hanging from the branches, the late cherry blossoms floating around, the starry sky begonia... Even the sky starfish, which is extremely rare and precious in the capital of the empire, is in full bloom on this remote planet. Such as overturning the purple paint.

The sky here is a slightly purple blue, like a dream.The houses along the way are all painted white, and there are flowers everywhere.

"It's very different from the capital, isn't it, Father?" the driver of the Duke's Mansion warmly greeted.

"It's quite different." Ian smiled, with a slight dimple on the corner of his lips, "This is a city full of poetry."

A string of petals rose from the rear of the land suspension vehicle, and it was galloping along the forest road in the suburbs.

"Flair has [-] months in a year, and [-] months are in spring." The driver proudly praised his hometown.He is a Beta, with local sunburn on his cheeks, a cheerful personality, and because of Ian's status as a priest, he is very affectionate to him.

"You came at the right time, Father. The rainy season has just passed, and the weather is just right. Our summer here is not too hot, and the duke's manor is even cooler. And now it is also hunting season. Are you hunting?"

"No." Ian smiled politely, "Singing, singing, hunting and other recreational activities are strictly prohibited for the clergy."

"Look at me!" The driver patted his forehead, "I'm sorry, Father, I was confused. The main reason is that you really don't look like a priest."

Ian Mitchell has just turned 20 years old this year, but he graduated from the Capital Central Theological Seminary with honors, and passed the clergy qualification examination in one go, becoming a very young priest.

Because of the rush, he was not wearing a robe.The white shirt and khaki pants on his body, together with a peaked cap, pressed against his slightly curly soft black hair, made him look like a young college student.

And he's an Omega.Although taking high-quality inhibitors, the vigorous and strong pheromones of young people are like the spring scenery that can't be shut off outside the car, there will always be a little bit of leakage, floating to the nose.

The young priest has a pair of gentle, big black eyes, like the night before the dawn with cold stars, and his skin is fair and delicate that is unique to Omega.The outline of his facial features still has the childishness of a teenager, the edges and corners are not yet clear, and the corners of his lips that are always smiling make people feel like a spring breeze.

"I'm really young." Ian said gently, "But please believe that my admiration and love for the Holy Lord are no different from any devout believer."

"Of course!" the driver hurriedly said, "The Duke and everyone in the manor are looking forward to your arrival. Since the death of Father Morse, the Duke has hoped that the Holy See will send an amiable and credible priest to preside over it." Our diocese. I heard that you are a direct disciple of Archbishop Xiali?"

"Yes." Ian nodded gracefully, "Archbishop Xiali is also my caretaker. He raised me up."

"May the Lord bless him!" the driver shouted, "Your status is so noble, this is really the glory of our entire diocese! The Duke completely renovated the church to welcome you. Look, it is the church with the purple gold roof!"

The suspension car climbed up to the top of the hill, and there were rolling hills in front of it. Woodlands and pastures separated the land into deep and shallow squares. Wild cherry blossoms floated in the wilderness like clusters of powder clouds.

The mountain is like a sharp sickle, hooking a piece of blue sea.The bay is like a mirror, reflecting the sky and clouds.

Surrounded by dense forests, the tall golden roof of the church is shining in the sun, and the dome is like a rising sun.

At the other end of the bay diagonally opposite to the church, there is a simple and solemn castle standing on the hillside, overlooking the bay.

There is the destination of Ian's trip, the residence of the Duke of Oran, the Parthenon Manor.

This is an ancient manor that is said to have a history of more than 1000 years. It is all built of snowflake rocks, but it has long been rendered gray and khaki by time and sea breeze.Ivy and a water chestnut dominated its landward wall, in clusters of white snowflakes.

The hover car stopped in front of the porch of the manor with a beautiful translation and landed slowly.

"Welcome to the Parthenon Manor, Father Mitchell." The butler in a neat uniform had blue-gray hair and looked to be about 60 or [-] years old, full of energy.

"There was a traffic accident in the village. The Duke rushed to deal with it temporarily and will come back later. We have prepared refreshments in the study. Please wait a moment, the Duchess will come down soon."

Ian handed his simple and light luggage to the driver and asked him to take him to the dormitory behind the church, while he followed the housekeeper into the building.

The interior decoration of the manor has an unwillingness to be gorgeous and high-profile.

Apparently, the people of the Duke's family are desperately trying to make this ancient house far away from the fashion center of the empire catch up with the pace of fashion, and they are trying their best to add gorgeous and luxurious ornaments to the original old and gray.The styles of various eras are mixed and matched, the frescoes of Karls VI are matched with the chest of drawers of Henry V, the sofa of Mikaina I is matched with the footstool of the Regency era...

Ian felt that the whole manor was like a huge antique grocery store, expensive and chaotic.For a young man who grew up in the Holy See, received the best education in aesthetics and art, and had seen masterpieces from various masters, he even felt a little embarrassed for the Duke.

Fortunately, the study room was not poisoned by the decorator, it was very simple, with two bright floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the flat lawn, fountain, and blue bay.

There is also an antique Venus piano in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Ian walked over quickly, caressing the piano keys fondly, and was pleasantly surprised to see the master's signature engraved on the nameplate.This is an extremely rare master handcrafted even in the imperial capital!

The sea breeze poured in through the open windows, bringing noise.A group of children were playing on the beach in the distance, and two big dogs were barking.

"It will be down soon." The Duchess has been missing for a long time.Ian couldn't help but sat in front of the piano, and gently pressed his fingers on the white sword.

"Boom-"

Ian is disappointed.This piano is out of tune badly, probably hasn't been tuned for a long time, and is seriously lacking in maintenance.

He had a heartache of meeting a peerless beauty by accident, only to find that she had already fallen into dust.

The noise outside suddenly changed its tune.

The fight between the group of children had escalated into a gang fight when Ian didn't notice.The dog was barking wildly, several children were fighting in the sand, and three or four younger children were shouting beside them.

Ian stood up and watched, and saw a boy tripping a boy who was taller than him, turning over and riding on him, beating his head frantically.

"Hey!" Ian yelled at them, "Stop!"

Yet no one heard him.

Ian pushed open the French windows and ran along the lawn.

The boy's beating was not enough, he pulled out his belt again, and started beating the boys who were besieging him.

His movements were very fierce, without any hesitation in his strikes, he was decisive and agile, and his reaction was quick.The belt seemed to be alive in his hands, it could be rolled and rolled freely, and it was easy to defend and attack.

"Quickly stop—" Ian yelled and ran over.

The boy's opponents are defeated, but he won't let it go.The two teenagers who fell to the ground were screamed again and again by him, and the others were also frightened by the boy and did not dare to step forward to dissuade them.

"Enough!" Ian ran up to him and shouted at the boy who was beating mad, "My Lord, I tell you to stop!"

The boy ignored it like a mad lion.

Ian couldn't bear it anymore, rushed over and grabbed the boy's raised hand.

The boy made a violent struggle, and whipped the whip back with his backhand.Ian was caught off guard, and with a slap, there was a burning pain on his right cheek.

And just as the boy was interrupted, his opponent saw the timing, jumped up from the ground, and punched him in the stomach.

The boy let out a hoarse cry of pain and curled up.The group of boys cheered loudly, then scattered like birds and beasts, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Holy Lord..." Ian felt very guilty, "Are you okay, child? Let me see..."

"Get lost—" the boy pushed Ian away violently, panting heavily, his eyes were red, and a faint growl came from his throat.

Ian endured the pain, grabbed the belt, and took it from the boy's hand: "You should not fight. No matter at any time, you should not use violence to resolve disputes. Now, where is your home?" ? I'll take you back..."

"Go away!" the boy growled, and the two big dogs followed him and barked at Ian, causing Ian to take a step back in fright.

"I have no malice." Ian made his voice as gentle as possible, "I am a priest, although I am not wearing a robe today..."

The boy gave Ian a vicious look.Ian heard him muttering: "Another magic stick..."

Ian couldn't laugh or cry.

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