Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 562: Past events
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Can't see the stack of drawing papers in the doorway, finally let Lucy go. Her Royal Highness said that she had nothing to do, just to study these "graffiti" by Vera. Allen knew that she cared about herself and didn't point it out, but the eyes between the two were a little softer. Adele next to her looked in her eyes, her nostrils snorted, and then she left the restaurant on the grounds of practicing guns.
Everyone left. Bethkod wanted to go to the academy and see if he could leave some assassination skills in the combat skills guidance; Edward must immediately start the work of forging identities, and this work needs to be used With a large amount of manpower, the identities they fabricated must be spread widely. People's memories are wonderful, if they are emphasized again and again. So even if it is a vain thing, it will become a certain "fact" in people's memory.
What Edward wants is this effect, when someone investigates their origins. If you hear ten people say the same answer, you may be suspicious. But if it is a hundred people, when a thousand people say the same. Then even if these identities are false, they become facts.
It's just that such "real" needs time to ferment. Fortunately, they still have time.
So Father Miró became the only idler in the restaurant.
Ellen patted him on the shoulder and said, "Walk to the church."
Today is not Monday, and it is still afternoon, but there are still a few believers coming and going in the church. On the road, Milo has given Alan a simple report. Now there are more than 10,000 believers in the church, and some of them are nobles or officials. This group of people is the key target of Miró, and they also make a significant contribution to the church. Undoubtedly, the role of high-ranking officials and nobles in church communication is indeed much more influential than ordinary people.
Moreover, the materials they donated played a vital role in the establishment of the Crusade. Of course, the power of ordinary people cannot be ignored. Milo is very clear about this. Ordinary believers are the foundation of the church. If there is no cornerstone, the church will only be crumbling. So every month, Milo has a few specific days designated as the church's day of activity. On the day of the event, Milo would donate a portion of the materials to families in the territories who had difficulties in life, thus establishing a tall and glorious image for the church.
A bright image is very important. On the way, Milo has emphasized this more than once.
The cathedral's windows are still bright and bright, and the bright sunshine falls on the stained glass of the church in the afternoon, reflecting the colorful halo, and coating the church with a layer of sacred color. In the church, the crucifix of **** stands tall, so that everyone who enters the church can see it for the first time. The idols show people the mercy of God in a vivid way, reminding the church that the spirit of the church lies in dedication and sacrifice.
This is an imperceptible process, through the spread of church personnel, and even church activities, as well as the hints of statues and paintings, so that belief can be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. And mastering the human heart is equivalent to mastering the world.
After entering the church, Milo changed into a polite appearance, and Alan shook his head inwardly. The priest first went to the preaching stage and prayed devoutly to the gods before returning to Alan's side.
Allen sat quietly in a row of unoccupied seats, looking up at the idol in front of him, silent for a long time.
Until Milo let out a dry cough, Allen suddenly said: "Father, have you heard Archimedes mention the road to burning blood?"
"Which way?" Milo was a little distracted at first, but suddenly thought of something like a bounce and said: "You said the way to burn blood? How do you know the way to burn blood!"
His tone was very shocked, and his voice echoed in the huge church, causing several believers and nuns to cast puzzled glances at him. Milo hurriedly smiled, sat back in an impeccable posture, and then lowered his voice: "Master Ellen, have you started the road to burning blood?"
Allen squinted his eyes and said: "It seems that you do know something, but I am curious, why have you never mentioned such an important thing before?"
Miro did not avoid the look in his eyes, but sighed: "Because your father said that he would never let this fate appear on his offspring. It's just that from now on, he doesn't seem to be successful. ."
"Really?"
"It's true!" Milo affirmed.
"Then about Archimedes and the Burning Blood Road, do you have anything to tell me?" Allen's voice was very soft, like the wind blowing on the lake, not at all strange. But his fingers trembled slightly.
Miro raised his head and looked at the statue of the church: "Speaking of which, that was the second time I saw Archimedes. I remember that year, I spent the night in a violent storm. I found the ceiling of my poor little church collapsed the next day..."
Speaking, Milo felt as if the air around him was getting damp, just like that heart-ache in the morning. When he came to the church and looked at the water on the ground and the statue of **** leaning on the ground, Milo felt like a knife. He can even calculate how much money it would cost to repair the ceiling, statues, clean up stagnant water, and so on. Of course, if this is a well-known church, then soliciting donations from believers is not a big problem. Those lovely people are always willing to give generously, but **** it, this is just a church in a run-down town.
The important thing is that the believers in the town are far from pious. So the priest could foresee that the little money he had accumulated with great difficulty would probably have to be spent. This is an extremely heartbreaking thing for him. It is like watching his beloved marry another man. If the priest also has someone he likes.
But the church cannot be left alone, after all, this is where he lives. And without a church, how could he fool those old things in town. Although they are not pious, they can sometimes cheat. No, it's just donating some property.
So the heart hurts and the heart hurts, Father Milo still put out only his savings. I walked out of the church, intending to call the **** carpenter in town, but the priest saw him as soon as he got out of the church. Archimedes, this majestic mountain-like man was lying in the small flowerbed outside the church covered with blood. The blood on his body had dyed the flowers and plants that had been damaged by the wind and rain a sorrowful red.
Fr. Milo's face turned pale, and he wanted to kick out of the church this drunkard, who likes to pay for credit, has no taste and always brings a lot of trouble. But considering that Archimedes is not dead, if he wakes up and finds himself being treated like that. When he gets angry, he will probably take off his head, so Father Milo can only curse while dragging the **** man into the church.
It was already after noon when Archimedes woke up. The first thing the priest did when he woke up was to tell him how many potions and gauze he had used. The important thing is that these things are all for money! When it comes to money, the priest would never give in. Even if Archimedes were to kill him, he would not underreport a son. In his words, money is as sacred as God’s grace!
"Damn it, Milo. I have a headache now, can you not report me the number. Anyway, no matter how much money, I will always pay you back." Archimedes said, clutching his forehead, which is as rough as a block. The steel embryo man always looks so careless, he has even forgotten that the wine he owed the priest last time has not been repaid.
Miro’s face was as black as the sky before heavy rain, and in the end he was sure that he could not squeeze a few copper plates out of a tattered Archimedes, and gave up the greatness of asking him to pay part of his debts first. Planning, and asked: "What are you doing? You are so embarrassed that you almost got killed by your appearance?"
"Indeed, I thought I would be dead this time." Archimedes grinned, how heartless the smiley face looked.
Miro said viciously: "It's so rare. A man like you was almost slaughtered. I can't help but want to meet this great man."
Archimedes’ smile disappeared suddenly: "Trust me, friend. He is not as kind as I am. You never want to see him. My brother is not a good person, where he appeared. , Usually people die. A lot of people die!"
Miro looked like he had swallowed a rotten egg and said: "A person like you has brothers, the Almighty Lord in the sky, and merciful you, how can such a disaster happen?"
"Hey, don't make me look like a plague!" Archimedes wanted to raise his hand to protest, but with such a move, the bandage immediately became blushed under the priest's foot-holding technique: "But maybe You are right, we are like unfortunate people who will bring disaster. But I didn't expect that guy would find it. Damn, the road to burning blood is still open."
"Which way?" The priest asked with a move of his ear.
Archimedes waved his hand: "Don't ask me if there are some, or if there is alcohol, Miró."
"Do you want to die? Bastard, I managed to save you. If you are going to die, pay the bills."
"Stop talking nonsense, I know you have wine. Asshole, I already smell the wine. Get the wine soon, or I will tear down this church!" Archimedes said with a rascal look.
Miro was trembling with anger, and finally said: "You bastard, sooner or later you will go to hell."
Archimedes said disapprovingly: "I'm already in **** now, you idiot."
When an idiot reluctantly took out a bottle of vodka he treasured, Archimedes snatched it as if he had forgotten his injuries. I flicked the cork with my thumb and took a sip, then sighed, "Not very good, but it's not bad to have this thing on the ground. Milo, where did you cheat this good thing?"
"Stop talking nonsense, this bottle of wine, you can drink a thousand yuan!" Milo screamed, because he saw that his treasure had been reduced by a quarter, and soon there would be two-thirds left.
Archimedes's drinker is not average.
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