Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 155: Shadow

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"I'm sorry, my master, I didn't mean to waste time." Father Milo patted his head and said, "After all, these things are too long. Something else is needed to connect them. Okay. , As you said, let's go straight to the topic."

"That day, old Henry and Lily were in a quarrel, and they both asked me to judge. It was night after I dealt with them, and I saw him when I returned to the church. That's right, Archimedes." Milo The priest pointed to the second row of chairs on the left and said: "He was sitting here at the time and looked very depressed. When I asked him what was upset, he would drag me to drink."

"He drank a lot, his eyes were very melancholy, like a knot in his heart. He said he fell in love with a woman, I asked him how much he loves, he said it is better than his own life..."

Miro suddenly trembled, and the temperature in the church seemed to drop by two degrees. A chill came from his feet, making him feel excited.

Alan lowered his head, so the lights in the church left only a shadow on his face. In that shadow, Father Milo suddenly saw two red lights lit up, as if the door of purgatory had opened, and the demon of the abyss opened his **** eyes. Father Milo sat down on the ground and looked at Alan in surprise.

"He lied!" Allen suddenly raised his head and shouted. With him as the center, a circle of invisible source force waves pushed away, violently crushing the rows of poor chairs in the church!

Ellen's eyes are like bursting out flames, and his red pupils are boiling like magma!

"If he really loves that person more than his own life, why should he abandon her!" Allen yelled, and the sound wave shook all the windows in the church.

The door opened, and the second lieutenant got in nervously. Seeing the chaos of the church, I was startled. Just looking at Ellen, just about to come forward, Ellen raised his hand and said: "I'm fine, Lieutenant."

"Well, then, if you need to call me again." The second lieutenant glared at Milo, apparently thinking that Milo angered Allen.

Miro spread his hands innocently.

Allen took a deep breath, suppressed the flame in his chest that was almost erupting, and said: "I am a gaffe. I'm sorry, Father. I will compensate you for all the losses here."

"Then I'm relieved." The priest murmured. He patted his **** and stood up. He glanced at Allen and said, "Forgive me to say a word, this young master. Sometimes, leave his beloved , Maybe also a kind of protection."

Ellen's body shook slightly.

This is something he has never thought about. Could it be that the father left his mother and left by himself. Is there something or someone threatening them? But why didn't that man reveal to Lanni at all?

This answer, or only Archimedes himself knows it.

"Father, how much do you know about him?" Allen asked.

Father Milo tilted his head and said, "A lot, after all, I have known him for more than ten years."

"Very well, I hope you can tell me everything you know."

Fr. Milo gave an embarrassed expression: "This young master, that can't be said clearly in a moment. Moreover, it will delay me a lot of time."

"I will pay you the compensation you deserve."

"This, to be honest, the reward you promised me just now is enough for me to live happily for a few years. You know, on this **** surface, no one knows what will happen in a few years. So I don’t need Other compensation, as long as you promise me a small request, I am happy to share everything about Archimedes with you." Father Miró looked at Allen eagerly.

Allen frowned: "I hope I can satisfy you with this request. Let's talk about it."

"It's very simple, I heard that Babylon is a paradise on earth. So you see, if you can let me live in heaven, I can tell you everything you want to know!"

"Father, Babylon may not be heaven." Allen said: "But I can help with this."

In Ellen's hands, there are 15 places that can designate surface residents to immigrate to Babylon. That was one of the rewards for victory in the death arena, but the number of places was limited. Alan didn't want to waste it casually, so he asked: "But you have to tell me what I am good at. Babylon does not raise idlers."

"As you can see, I am a priest. It is my responsibility to spread the Lord's gospel and lead his church members to embrace him, and it is what I am best at." Father Milo even turned around. , Opened his arms.

Allen shook his head: "This is not enough, then I don't think there will be a lack of priests such as priests."

Fr. Milo’s expression stepped down, he paced back and forth a few times, and finally stopped and said: "Well, I am still a military doctor. I used to be, but I am not the kind of doctor who treats physical trauma. I am. What heals is the trauma of the soul."

"Is also a psychological consultant with the army?" Allen nodded: "Well, barely qualified. But you now..."

"Damn, I just love to drink, they said that I was drinking, and they doubted my aptitude, and finally kicked me out of the army." Father Milo said angrily: "Otherwise, how can I use it? Be a priest. But it’s good to say that these two professions have something in common after all, don’t they?"

"Well then, I will go back to Babylon tomorrow. However, it will take some necessary formalities to get you to Babylon. It will probably take a few days." Allen paused and said again: "I I have to warn you, Father. If in the future I find out that everything you say to me is not the truth, as I said before, you will find that Babylon is not necessarily heaven. If necessary, it can also become hell."

Father Milo sneered: "Of course."

Ellen walked towards the gate.

"Please wait," Father Miró called.

Ellen turned his head, and the priest sternly said: "It's getting late. I suggest you leave tomorrow. But there is no hotel in the town. There is a small attic next to the church bell tower. I can live in and take a rest after I clean up. There should be no problem. The important thing is that Archimedes lived there, I don’t know you..."

"Then trouble you to clean up for me," Allen said.

Fr. Milo's eyes lit up and his face was full of smiles and said: "Then you won't be stingy to pay me some boarding fees?"

This old guy who loves money! Allen couldn't help cursing secretly in his heart.

Babylon is brightly lit at night.

Gold Wing Avenue and William Avenue intersect at Liming Square. These two main arterial roads divide the central city into four large districts and 16 small blocks. Dawn Square is undoubtedly the most prosperous area in the central city. Near Dawn Square, there are landmarks such as the Bundestag, Golden Eagle Commercial Building, Goliath Building and Venus Hotel.

What radiates from this are the numerous buildings, huge transportation network, bustling streets and various large public facilities. Even in the dark, the street lights on both sides of the street, the neon lights of high-rise buildings and the endless traffic of various colors make Babylon in the dark like a colorful Ukiyo-e, showing a prosperous atmosphere everywhere.

The residents of Babylon are proud to live on the floating island.

Guman is no exception.

He is a black man, even though the federal government used the slogan "Eliminate Race and Color Discrimination" when it was founded. But in fact, it is still difficult for black people to hold high-ranking official positions in the huge and complex administrative network of the federal government. There are not many surface prosecutors like Guman who can become an administrative district. Guman usually works on the surface, but now it is less than ten days before Christmas, he is naturally allowed to return to Babylon to reunite with his family and welcome the new year together.

In this afternoon, he had already returned to Babylon on the transport ship, and attended an important bureaucratic banquet in the evening. At this moment, I was very tired when I returned to my home in the 11th block. The caring wife had already put the hot water away. After taking a bath, Guman casually yelled, "Where is my bathrobe?"

The figure shook outside the bathroom, and a maid came in with a bathrobe: "Sir, what you want."

"Let's put it down." Guman glanced at the maid, who was very young, probably only sixteen or seventeen years old. The millet hair was dignified behind his head, and the face filled with youthful luster made Guman feel that he was no longer young.

"Are you new here?"

Prosecutors are not big nobles, so they can't afford to hire butlers and servants in groups. There is only one maid in Guman's house, but that is a woman in her thirties, not the young girl in front of her.

The girl nodded and said: "Ms. Willy is sick. The hostess asked her to rest for a few days, and I will temporarily work for her."

"I see, you go out." Guman waved his hand.

While putting on the bathrobe, the figure of the young maid has been lingering in Guman's mind. Such a young body is like a ball of flame, Guman groaned in his mind.

He walked out in a bathrobe and came to the study. The temperature in the room is moderate, and there is already a cup of coffee with hot smoke on the table. Guman secretly praised, this little maid is much smarter than Willy in her work.

I wonder if she is more energetic than Willie when she is in bed? Guman thought, and then sat down at the desk. His job is not just as simple as a surface prosecutor, he is also an intermediary, a role that conveys certain instructions to the big man above him. Just like not long ago, the armed forces that an adult had worked so hard to cultivate on the surface were secretly attacked. When Guman got the news, due to time constraints, he had no time to notify his superiors, so he could only send the news to the surface immediately.

Unfortunately, that armed force is still arrogant. And it was another big man who could not afford to offend this army on the surface, so Guman's superior could only endure it dumbly, but cast his anger on the prosecutor.

Recalling the neglect he had received at the banquet just now, Guman couldn't help tightening his bathrobe. Maybe I have to write a secret letter to my boss, after all, this time I am not negligent.

The light stretched Guman's shadow very long on the ground. Guman didn't notice, and his shadow on the ground was suddenly distorted. r1058

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