hunting light

After Leon left, the imperial capital had officially entered autumn.

God shook off a thin quilt and covered it on the dome.The sunny days came to an end, and the notorious rainy days of the imperial capital dominated the audience.

For more than two months, I haven't seen a few sunny days in Glori.Even if it doesn't rain, the sky still has a sullen face, hating all living beings under its feet.

In such weather, it is difficult for people to get clear about their mood.The people in St. Milo Monastery found that even Father Mitchell, who had always been the most easy-going and friendly character, looked much worse than before.

Since Leon left, Ian's words have obviously decreased a lot.He is always thoughtful, and he seems a little absent-minded after work.A kind of impolite indifference shrouded his face, blocking many unnecessary pleasantries for him.

Ian's thin and silent figure became a strange scene in the monastery.

The young priest was always busy from morning to night, taking on as many other tasks as possible besides his own work.He worked tirelessly, whether it was desk work or field work, he did his best to complete it.

For this reason, Ian will work until late at night every day, and then rush to take a shower before the bathroom closes, and go back to the dormitory to sleep.

Only under extreme fatigue can he fall asleep smoothly.

These days, Ian's dreams are very complicated.

He always dreamed of Fryer.Although he had been away from that planet for less than a year, he felt as if he had been a lifetime away.

In the dream, he and Leon were riding horses on the high cliffs of the coast, and the bright sun made their faces burn.

Sometimes Leon was still a young boy who could be held in Ian's arms, but in a blink of an eye he turned into a tall and straight young man, hugging Ian with his healthy arms, crushing his hot lips, wantonly demanding.

But more often, they just sit together quietly, blowing the sea breeze.

Ian knew that Leon was staring at him calmly, with affectionate eyes.

Only in the dream did Ian finally dare to turn his head boldly, looked back, and smiled gently at Leon.

"You are shaken." In the dream, Ian heard a voice from behind.

It's not from Guangji, but my reason is talking to emotion.

Reason is reproaching: "You start to question God, you start to covet the pleasures of the flesh you have tasted. You have sworn to regard God as the only truth, but you have repeatedly done things that violate His teachings. Behavior."

And emotion is retorting: "I am a mortal body after all, and I will always be tempted by carnal desires. And doubting and trusting God will run through the entire belief. God has also said that doubting Him will only make you Believers are more faithful."

"Would it be?" Rationality mocked, "You are making excuses for breaking the precepts. You have developed a shameful lust for that man, and you have been thinking about him day and night. Not only are you no longer fit to be a preceptor, you even Ordinary believers, you are no longer worthy!"

"I'm going to wrestle with my desires," Ian said. "I'm going to figure out what's right and what's wrong. I'm going to create my own system."

"You are disrespectful to God!"

"Shut up!" Ian yelled, "I know what I'm doing!"

Reason finally faded away.Ian woke up from the dream in a cold sweat.

Early this morning, Ian stopped Adwei who was about to go out in the office, and said to him: "I can't join your organization."

Advi looked puzzled: "As far as I know, I didn't even invite you."

Ian asked sternly, "But I want to help, what should I do?"

Although verbally he offered to help, but regardless of his expression or tone, Adwei felt that he had to find some help and ask the other party to help him to get by.

Adwei folded his hands, frowned, and looked at Ian condescendingly: "First of all, you have to know that not everything we do is legal."

"Not surprised." Ian said, "I will keep my mouth shut."

"I'm not worried that you will inform me." Advi said, "I'm just worried that this will conflict with your pure and innocent beliefs and make you more distressed."

"I did start to question some teachings." Ian said, "But I also know that legal and illegal do not mean right and wrong. It is not because there are rules and laws that these regulations must be beyond doubt. Right and reasonable. I just want to do the right things, even if they're not entirely legal."

Adwei narrowed his eyes slightly, like an old cat basking in the sun.Ian calmly met his considering gaze.

"You have transformed very quickly." After a while, Adwei Fang said, "Even if it will cause your displeasure, I still have to say: love can really change a person completely."

Then, before Ian turned his face, he began to explain the operating regulations of the "Tinder" organization, and chose a job that was very suitable for Ian.

Father Ian Mitchell, who was favored by the late Emperor Felix IV and appreciated by the archbishops, is an excellent priest who has been rewarded by the Holy See.If he raises money for charity and can be seen everywhere in the streets, no one will be suspicious.

Ian has served as a liaison since then.

It was also this job that brought him from behind the scenes to the front of the stage, and gradually became known to more people.

After serving as a liaison, Ian's contact with the Duke of Oran and the others became closer.

"There is indeed no one more suitable for this role than you." The Duke of Oran said, "You are someone we both can trust, Father."

"I want to help." Ian said modestly, "I'm tired of being driven by history from the perspective of a bystander. This time, I want to take the initiative to participate and be a part of this change."

"Taking this step must be a huge change for you?" Gercia asked.

"But I've been looking for a change." Ian smiled. "I want to change my lifestyle, even my behavior. I want to learn something new."

Gercia smiled proudly: "Then you have come to the right place, my dear Ian."

Here in Gercia, Ian has learned knowledge and skills that are extremely difficult for ordinary people to learn elsewhere.

How to collect and deliver intelligence, how to detect whether the surrounding environment is safe, and how to deal with various common emergencies.

How to get the other party's attention and favor in the shortest time; how to judge whether the other party is loyal and reliable through clues; how to guide the other party's thinking in the conversation without leaving traces...

Gercia even taught Ian some simple deception skills, such as cheating and forging documents.

"I have taught you badly. Leon will definitely trouble me when he comes back." The old father said with emotion.

Ian's learning ability is amazing. He has learned many skills without a teacher. After being taught by a famous teacher, his skills quickly reached the level of proficiency.

"Orphans are somewhat good at observing words and emotions." Ian explained to Gercia, "Even in Xilin's orphanage, children don't have to worry about food and clothing, but they still need to please the nuns or priests to obtain more resources. A dormitory with better lighting, a new photon board, a place to represent the school in a competition, or a high-quality internship opportunity..."

Ian was able to receive the key training of the Holy See along the way, and was recommended to be admitted to the best seminary in Xilin. Apart from his excellent grades, it was also because he was the most well-behaved and sensible, honest and kind-hearted, and he also showed his loyalty to Archbishop Xiali.

Gercia said with emotion: "I used to think that Leon's experience was still a bit difficult for a child of his age. But looking at you, I feel that he is actually a spoiled and cared child."

"So you support him to join the army?" Every time this matter is mentioned, Ian's heart still feels dull.

Gercia cast her eyes on the portrait of Emperor Brad, her expression became very serious for a moment, her gaze was deep and distant.

"We knew Leon was born to be a warrior when he was still in my womb," Gercia whispered. "He was destined to be the greatest warrior of the Coleman family. And a warrior is He should go to the battlefield! Only there can he get enough training and grow rapidly."

Ian was puzzled by this, but it was inconvenient to delve into it.With his current status, he is not qualified to interfere with Leon's parents' plans for his future.

During the social season from autumn to winter, Father Mitchell's tall and straight figure can often be seen in various club charity activities, whether it is the salons of the upper class, the charity banquets of the nobles, or the living rooms of middle-class wives.

The priest has a bookish smile that makes people feel good at first glance.He has read a lot of poetry and books, his conversation is witty and elegant, and his temperament is gentle.Although he is a priest, he is not dull and pedantic at all. He is also a very handsome and delicate Omega, and his appearance and demeanor are pleasing to the eye.

Ian is not yet 30 years old, but he has a very thorough research on theology, and he can discuss academic topics with scholars without showing any timidity.He also studied classical literature, art and music, and played the piano well.

When the young priest stopped being low-key and restrained, and let go of his hands and feet to show himself, his gentle but bright light immediately caught the attention of countless people.

The cold winter brought heavy snow to Glory, and the roads were blocked by ice and snow, but the social activities of the upper class were in full swing.

From the Champs Palace to the villas on the mountainside, and then to the mansions in the upper city, the houses of the powerful and powerful are singing and singing every night.When the New Year's Day is approaching, the whole city celebrates the New Year with fireworks all over the sky.

And on the far front line, the flames of war filled the night sky, more brilliant than fireworks.Every time it lights up, it is shining with the lives of soldiers.

General Hoffman lived up to the emperor's order, held the front line, did not take a step back, and then started a counterattack against the occupied area.

At the moment when people in the imperial capital were cheering for the fireworks, the imperial army and the Kruvia army were fighting fiercely in the area occupied by the Croatian army.After eighteen hours of artillery attack, the warships of the Imperial Army successfully occupied the airspace and began to land.

The armored soldiers and the army came out in full force, and the arduous street fighting began.

The night covered the blood, and the roaring gunfire made life disappear silently.

Asura's black figure blended into the night, and even the two knives were completely black, not reflecting a single ray of light.He is like the god of death in the dark night, coming like a broken bamboo, harvesting the lives of the enemies along the way.

Leon drove Asura, and with his own strength, opened up a passage to the enemy's fortress from the crowd.

Behind him, there are more and more soldiers.Even if they were not familiar with it, they regarded that black mecha as their leader, watched him clear the obstacles for the infantry, and followed him to charge into battle.

Asura jumped in the air, and when he turned over, his two knives drew a sharp fork in the air.A Kruvia army mech split into four pieces and exploded into a ball of fire.

This is not the arena of the Mecha Tournament, this is the real battlefield.Get hurt here, you'll bleed, you'll die.

Ian suddenly raised his head and looked at the fireworks outside the window. The piano he was playing interrupted several notes for this.

But the slightly drunk guests in the hall didn't notice, they still hooked their shoulders and sang happily.

On the battlefield thousands of miles away, Leon also looked at the enemy camp that turned into a sea of ​​flames from the cockpit.Enemy prisoners will be taken to prisoner-of-war concentration camps.

Just as the imperial army cheered and celebrated the victory, Leon, a soldier who had made outstanding contributions in the battle, did not participate.

Leon was wearing light armor, sitting on the roof of a dilapidated civilian house, looking at the land under his feet that was burned by the flames of war.

"Happy New Year, Ian." He whispered, wiping a streak of blood that didn't belong to him from his forehead.