hunting light

The new priest Mitchell in the monastery is young and handsome, gentle and elegant, he smiles at everyone, and rushes to talk to different people, he is more docile and harmless than the little white pigeon.

He stood dignified and upright in front of a group of monks who had not yet woken up, his smile was full of kindness, his body was shrouded in holy light, and he had his own sound effects, and the singing of the choir rang in everyone's ears.

"I know that you are not convinced and don't want to hand over the points in your hands." Ian's gentle but firm voice spread, "Please believe me, I don't want to hinder you from earning this little hard work. But if I tell you now, If you hand over your points now, will it bring you ruined reputations?"

The monks looked at each other.Someone said hostilely, "Are you going to expose us?"

"Of course not." Ian still said softly, "I know that even if you are exposed, your points will not go back to the pockets of the people. But the situation is different now, my brothers. The points in your hands have changed from a piece of cake to a piece of charcoal."

Ian looked around at everyone, his expression gradually became serious: "The number of people injured by the fire is now close to one hundred, and this number will continue to rise in the coming time. We all know the scale and conditions of community hospitals. Seriously injured people must be taken to hospital. Only by sending them to the general hospital and entering the treatment cabin can they survive. And entering the treatment cabin requires high fees or extra points. I can guarantee that there are a group of relatives of the injured who are preparing to kneel in front of the church right now, begging You who bought their points came to the rescue!"

The expressions of the monks gradually changed, becoming more and more disturbed.

Ian said: "The points are donated to you through the system, and there are traces on the government website. As long as they cry to reporters or government officials, and show their scars, blood and tears to the public, this matter will definitely be thoroughly criticized. Check. Then, the last veil of points trading cannot be kept. After all, this is illegal, and it is at the forefront of the limelight. The Holy See will definitely punish you severely as a model, throw your pawns and save the car, and use you to draw the attention of the public."

"Don't bring out the bishop to refute me." Ian focused on the two older monks who were still not convinced, "You don't have evidence of him buying and selling points, brothers! Instead, give the points to me, I can assure you that not only will you not be unlucky, but you will also get extra praise."

Ian did not forget to drop a piece of sweet cheese at the end.

A monk said: "Even if we hand over the points, as long as the disaster victims ask for them, the matter of buying and selling points will still be exposed. What can you do?"

Ian's method is very simple.When he opened the door to welcome the first batch of victims, he told the reporters who came to interview after hearing the news that they would do their best to send the seriously injured patients to better hospitals.The required points will be paid by the monastery as best as possible.

"Those are bought by the monks from the local people these days." Ian said, "I know you will say that point trading is illegal. But the local poor need cash, even if we don't buy points, They also sell to traffickers. So we decided to buy as many points as we could from them and stockpile them for special occasions — like now.”

"Are you saying that you buy points from people so that they can use them when they need them?" the reporter asked.

Ian smiled and nodded, with a handsome and elegant face in the camera: "The church shoulders the responsibility of educating the world. Instead of trying to persuade them not to sell points, it is better to let people know the importance of points through practical actions. Although we violated the law, it is also An act of kindness. May the Lord forgive our sins."

"The Lord will praise your slickness and wit." After hearing the whole story, Advi commented, "But you are betting. If the church doesn't commend us and don't add subsidies, then your life will be hard gone."

"The situation is serious, and it's worth taking a gamble." Ian said calmly, "The worst outcome is that I leave the San Milo Monastery and continue to practice in another place. The world is so big, where the Holy Light shines, There is a place for me to stay. Besides, isn't it for this purpose that you bought points?"

Adwei's eyes suddenly sharpened: "You checked me?"

"You misunderstood, Dean." Yi An said calmly, "You assigned me to manage personnel affairs. The medical records of all the people in the monastery will be recorded in the system in detail. You have been in San Milo for almost 20 years, and every year The general hospital’s treatment cabin items consume a lot of points. I think if you’re not doing black boxing or something in private, you’re going for plastic surgery every year—”

Ian's eyes turned implicitly on Adwei's handsome and eye-catching face.

In terms of the exquisiteness of this man's facial features alone, even the top film and television superstars are on par.He was walking in Area 96, and people who didn't know it could easily misunderstand that there was a crew shooting exterior scenes.

"Every line on my face is original!" Adway's honey-colored face was almost as black as his sweet coffee.

Ian smiled and spread his hands: "Then I paid a little more attention and found that every time you spend points, there will be accidents in District 96, and some people will be seriously injured or seriously ill. But...they all miraculously got a small charity With the help of the organization, we got through this difficult time.”

Advi put the last piece of cake on his plate into his mouth, and then brought over the untouched tiramisu from Ian's plate without asking.

"Please feel free." Ian still smiled kindly. "Actually, let me tell you that in this world, although life is difficult, there are always people who are silently paying attention to and helping them as best they can."

Advi finally raised his head and glanced at Ian: "What did you find again, Detective Mitchell?"

Ian wrapped his fingers around the tea bag sling, and the white tea bag floated in the amber water.

Lunch time had passed, and the monks had left for dinner.In the empty cafeteria, only Ian and Advi sat in the middle of the hall.

Ian's bracelet was exposed on his cuff, and the interface was displaying "Sound Barrier Open Mode", and it had been running for quite a while.

Ian said: "When I was still studying, I did some surveys on private charities for a thesis, and I accidentally discovered an interesting phenomenon: in the war-torn period before the founding of the Byron Empire, there were some charitable organizations among the people. Small charities have become active. They are mainly active in middle and lower urban areas across the country, aiding people in need. And because they are quite low-key and the scale of assistance is not large, they have hardly left a name in history.”

"Isn't this normal?" Adway said, "God bless these well-meaning rich people."

"Then I got a little curious," Ian said. "I've always been interested in the topic of historical change."

"You have to be careful of your curiosity." Advi sneered.

Ian continued: "I investigated all the people who have struggled from the bottom to the middle and high levels in the past 4000 years since the founding of the People's Republic of China. It is amazing that nearly 80% of them, in the most difficult time in their early years, They have all received scholarships from charitable organizations. And these people, because of their natural aptitudes, are exceptionally intelligent and hardworking, so they have become dragons and phoenixes.”

Ian stared at Advi: "Among them, two-thirds of their descendants are wealthy middle-class people, and they are the backbone of industries such as law and technology. And there are still one-third of the best people , the descendants have become the top merchants of the empire, and the family controls shipping, energy, and media. Some people have even been awarded titles, become nobles, and dominate the political arena. Of course, there are also people who convert to the light, enter the Holy See, and serve the light god."

Advi also ate Ian's piece of cake, and wiped the corner of his mouth gracefully with a napkin.

"You've come full circle just to tell me that you finally couldn't help but look through my files and know that I'm one of those charitable recipients who've gone from a street punk to a devout Religious? Yes, I have a messy past. You don't want me to take off my clothes and show you the tattoo on my back next?"

"I haven't finished my words, Father." Ian smiled while holding tea, "The point is actually not the person being sponsored, but the sponsoring person."

Adwei was impatient: "You are such a talker, Mitchell. Well, don't you want to talk to me about the Requiem?"

"Those charities." Ian said stubbornly. "They have different names and have existed for different times, but their behavior patterns are very similar: they roam around the middle and lower levels, and even spread to the entire star field. They have talents in searching everywhere." Talented people cultivate and support them secretly. But they are extremely low-key and their whereabouts are secretive. For thousands of years, neither the governments nor the Holy See has noticed this matter."

"Oh, here it comes." Advi rolled his eyes, "Now you want to tell me that you discovered a mysterious organization, and I am a member of this organization? Did your paper get you a A, a top student from Xilin Theological Seminary?"

"I deleted the paper." Ian said indifferently, "Even my investigation records were smashed. You are the first person to know that I wrote this paper."

Advi was silent again.

"Because I realized that there was a force behind it that led me to find out about this matter." Ian said, "I felt something was wrong, so I got out in time."

Advi's tense face finally cracked a little.

"What do you mean by that?"

"For as long as I can remember, I've always had the feeling that there were eyes watching me," Ian said.

"Oh!" Adwei couldn't help but slapped his lips again, "A beautiful and well-behaved little boy, who grew up in the Holy See of Xilin, wouldn't it be unreasonable not to be peeped at?"

"..." Ian looked at Adway blankly.

"Okay, keep talking." Adway waved his hand.

Ian said: "Since I was about 16 years old, I have found that there is a force leading me to dig out the history of the empire and the past of mankind. Some special news feeds, when I check the information, I always find very unexpected, but There are related materials. I think it wants me to know a truth, but for some special reason, it can’t tell me directly, and I can only let me know it. So I followed this force and learned a lot about me. Shouldn't have known, but happened to be useful information for me."

For example, Archbishop Xiali hid the secrets about the death of the former emperor and empress.

Ian's and Adwei's gazes met in the air, like needlepoints facing each other, hiding countless torrents of messages.

"I feel like it's giving me a mission, a mission that I haven't figured out yet," Ian whispers. "And for a long time, I thought I was alone. But now, I feel like, this force has been Guided me in the dark, let me find companions, a group of like-minded people."

Adwei leaned on the bench, folded his hands and folded his chest, like a black panther on alert, with its tail blown out.

"This world needs to change, Father Adway, your people and I know this very well." Ian's eyes are as clear and deep as a cold pool, "We are all standing on a chessboard that is so big that it has no borders. I can only see two or three chess pieces in front of me clearly, but I can't see the whole situation. But someone is playing this game of chess, and the first chess piece has been moved long before the establishment of the empire. And I have a hunch that that person has completed the overall layout , and the final attack is about to be launched."

"Then," Advi said, his magnetic voice resonating with the air, "Which side are you on?"

"That force has sent me to you, Father." Ian said calmly.

"Even if you have to betray your most trusted Holy Master for this?"

"The Holy See does not represent the Holy Lord." Ian said, "I have reservations about it."

"Only those who can live to the end can know what the ultimate truth is." Adway said, "Before that, please work hard, Father Mitchell."

Ian nodded, turned off the sound barrier, and got up to leave.

"Does your boyfriend know?" Advi asked suddenly.

"He's not my boyfriend." Ian reiterated helplessly, "This joke is no longer funny."

"Does he know?" Advi carefully scraped off the remaining butter residue on the plate with a spoon, "I know that under your innocent, kind and weak appearance, you actually hide a shrewd and oily face. There are still a lot of ulterior secrets?"

Ian smiled: "Father, in the eyes of others, we are actually the image they think, not our real self. We will only work hard to maintain the illusion in his eyes for the one we love."

Advi held the spoon in his mouth and smiled noncommittally.

Outside the house, the midday sun shone on the snow in the courtyard through layers of empty tracks, and the clear sky was cut into fragments.

A group of white pigeons flew over the monastery, passing through the cobweb-like tracks and numerous buildings, and flew in the direction of the White Tower.

They circled over the White Tower and turned towards Glory Hill.

The Champs Elysees Palace, located halfway up the mountain, has no shelter above its head.Looking out from the palace promenade, the sky is like a complete and clear gem, with such a warm and sincere blue that there is no reservation.

The blond young man strode across the corridor, wearing a neat military school uniform.The court ladies all looked at him and whispered.

Leon gave the girls a lazy smile and nodded in greeting, enthusiastic but not frivolous.

A layer of shy laughter rose from among the female officials, and several pairs of affectionate eyes watched the handsome figure enter the audience room.

His Majesty Felix IV of the Byron Empire has just celebrated his 150th birthday.

This age is actually not considered old, not even the retirement age for citizens of the empire.

From Leon's point of view, this emperor's uncle is an old loofah with green paint that has been repainted countless times. Not much older.

But once the emperor spoke, his low, slow, and listless voice fully exposed his fatigue and old age.No amount of smooth skin or bright eyes can cover up mental tiredness.

"You performed very well this time, Leon." The emperor smiled kindly at his nephew, and he spoke slowly, testing the patience of the audience, "The kind deeds of you and your friends have set a very good example for the children of the rich and powerful. role model."

"I do all this in accordance with the teachings of my elders and respect for the Holy Lord, Your Majesty." Leon said modestly. Although he was standing upright, he jumped out all over his body, "And seeing Brandon and those guys hurriedly followed behind me, and I felt very relieved to learn from them!"

"You two are really enemies." Prince Louis, who was sitting on the side, smiled, "We all know that what happened last time wronged you. In addition, you have made meritorious service this time, so we plan to reward you well."

"I brought up this idea first, Louis, don't take my credit." Prince Raphael also laughed, his voice was soft, with an ear-numbing tremolo.

"Don't give him mechas anymore." The Duke of Oran said strictly, "He is obsessed with games all day long, and the military school's practical class is perfunctory. This semester's practical class is only a B. I said But, if he doesn't get an A, he won't be allowed to play games anymore."

"You are too strict with children, Antony," said the emperor. "A boy of his age is justifiably obsessed with war. You yourself were playing around at an old age."

The Duke bowed to his uncle and listened respectfully to his elders.

"Study is important, but will he really be sent to the battlefield?" The emperor waved to Leon, "Come here, child. What do you want me to give you?"

Leon half-kneeled beside the emperor's seat, like a naive golden retriever dog, he opened his mouth and said, "Your Majesty, I request to join the Royal Rangers."

Everyone was stunned.

**

"Royal Rangers?" Ian was surprised, and forgot what he was doing for a moment.

"You have the same expression as the emperor and the others." The blond young man smiled, took the basket in Ian's hand, and continued to distribute insect repellent sugar pills to the children in line.

This is the annual leave after the final exam, which lasts for two weeks.When the school was on holiday, Leon ran to District 96, happily circled around his little priest.

Help Ian serve tea, organize files, or simply be a heel dog, wagging its tail and showing off its fit body, handsome face, and increasingly rich pheromones in all directions .

"I said, can you two find a suitable place to fall in love?" Father Adevi, who was so suffocated by the stench that he could hardly drink his beloved macchiato, finally lifted the table, "This is a monastery! It's for people to clean up Place! Let your little male dog go to another place to estrus!"

"It's not love... Forget it!" Ian had no choice but to take some out-of-office work as much as possible, and took Leon away.

After leaving the monastery, without having to look at the stinky face of that big black-skinned priest Alpha, he could still be alone with his beloved. Leon was so beautiful that his whole body was itchy.

"The Royal Tournament Team is a professional team that belongs to the royal family, and it is quite excellent." Leon explained to Ian, "As a non-professional athlete who has only been in the industry for less than a year, don't say that I am just the son of a duke , even if the prince himself wants to join, he is not qualified."

"Then you made this request to embarrass His Majesty the Emperor?" Ian asked.

Although in the end, the emperor did agree to Leon's request.Leon came to look for Ian early this morning, because he came here in desperation.

"I know the emperor will agree to me. In fact, this kind of thing that can reflect his supreme authority is a hundred and happy in his heart." Leon laughed, "And I don't want to join permanently, I just want to follow the royal family. Rangers, participate in an international friendly match at the 'Epoch Day' celebration. If I win, I can make a request to the Emperor."

"Ah, 'Epoch Day'." Ian remembered, "That's less than a month away."

5000 years ago, the fleet of interstellar voyages successfully landed on the surface of the planet in the constellation of Cetus, and a new era of mankind began.This day, known as "Era Day", is the grandest and most solemn anniversary of all human beings in the constellation Cetus.

Every country in the giant cetus holds the celebration of "Epoch Day" in turn.Coincidentally, the extremely important day of the 5000th year happened to be the turn of the Byron Empire.

The anniversary is just one month away, and there will be nine consecutive days of celebrations, including a mecha battle friendly match.Teams from each country compete in a draw.

And this game has a custom.The winning team can make a non-political request to the host or the leader of their own country.

"What request do you want to make?" Ian was curious.

"I can't tell you that." Leon winked at him. "However, I have already obtained a VIP seat for you, and you can watch the battle from the best position. At that time, you will know what my request is."

After the candy was distributed, Leon carried the basket and walked slowly to the next street with Ian.

"Are you really confident that our team will win?" Ian smiled, "I remember that in the past four years, our Byron team lost in the Epoch Day competition."

What a shame and humiliation that the oldest empire lost four consecutive international competitions?

Now when the people of the whole country mention the Royal Rangers, they call them "stinky machines", and all kinds of jokes are flying all over the sky, like a wasp that has exploded its nest.Children around here can sing: "The Empire Tower has fallen, and the national team's machine has collapsed..."

The scumbags who escaped from marriage all swear by the Byron team: Darling, the day the national team wins is the day I marry you.

There is still a month before the competition this year, but the betting has already started, and the odds have dropped to one to ten.The news spread that the son of the Duke of Oran joined the team as the most shameless connection in history, the odds fell so low that he broke the 300 red line.

"Actually, the prince and the others don't care about this." Leon said, "As long as we win, all members of the team, including the substitute, can make demands. They all think that I don't need to play at all, as long as I show my respect to the saint Pray to the Lord, bless the team to win."

"Don't worry about them." Ian said, "Those people can't see your true value and brilliance at all. I believe you will definitely bring the audience unexpected wonderful performances. Whether you win or lose, you will always be remembered your name."

There was no one around, Leon stared at Yi An's peaceful profile, and suddenly wanted to hug him desperately.

His hands were clenched into fists, every inch of his muscles tensed, and he restrained the urge.

"Ian," finally, Leon touched Ian lightly with his shoulder, "If I win, can you promise me a request?"

The author has something to say: the first few chapters have written a lot about society and the suffering of the bottom class.

I also know that it is very boring, don't worry, the progress will be accelerated later, and it will be light and joyful.

The dog is about to attack! !