Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 1535: Confessions

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The Cathedral of Guldor was recently renovated. It was donated by the merchant Guldor in the city, so the church changed to his name. This move made Mr. Guldor overjoyed. After the refurbishment of the church was completed, another batch of utensils was donated, and trucks of supplies were sent to the slums in the name of the church. Now the area of ​​the renovated church has been expanded by one-third compared to the previous one, and the extra part is covered with a building for the goddess of repair, and Miro and Vera each have a three-story building. It's just that the two of them don't often live here, and the church has someone to clean the room for them every day. During this period, after the war in the imperial capital was over, the priest and Vera returned to the Ark Harbor and lived in. Milo is very satisfied with his new residence, knowing that he lives in that dilapidated town on the earth is just a dilapidated house next to the church. Now he has his own building, and the priest is satisfied.

During the stay in Ark Harbor, people can see the priest smiling every day. He even raised a dog and lived a relaxed and fulfilling life. The priest would go to bed early every night, and this untouchable habit seems to be broken tonight.

Seeing the priest walking into the church, the few nuns who have just finished their prayers can see the heavy feeling on the priest, which makes him no longer smile, and his expression is solemn. The nuns almost thought they had confessed to the wrong person. This kind of deepness and seriousness can appear on anyone, but it is a bit out of place on Father Miró.

One of the older nuns stepped forward and whispered, "Father, what can I do for you?"

Miro smiled slightly, his smile looked a little reluctant: "Thank you, kid. I don't need to help, if I need it, I won't be polite. It's getting late, you should go back to rest."

"What about you?"

"I want to talk to the Father in the sky, maybe he can give me some guidance." Milo looked up at the statue behind the preaching platform and made a cross.

The nuns glanced at each other, then nodded and left silently. When they were about to close the door for the priest, Milo shook his head and said: "You don't need to close the door, there should be a guest coming later."

The nuns are all surprised, who else will come to church at this time. Strange to strange, no one said too much, so he half-covered the door and left.

Miro looked at God like he said: "If you really exist, then please tell me, can this war come to an end in this era?"

Of course God did not respond, so the church was very quiet. Milo's expression was haggard, he found a chair and sat down and sighed softly. Then his expression moved, and he said solemnly: "It's late, if you are here to pray, please come again tomorrow."

"But there is something incomprehensible in my heart. I want to pray to the gods now, hoping to get some enlightenment." A woman's voice came from the gate.

Miro turned his head and saw two figures standing outside the door. Although both of them covered their bodies with cloaks, it is not difficult to see that they were all women. One is tall and one is petite. It was the petite one who was talking, and even at this moment in the night, they were still wearing hats. The brim of the hat came to the tip of the nose to block most of his face, making it difficult to see his appearance. The petite woman had already walked into the church and went straight to the preaching stage.

The priest said: "At least you should take off your hat to show respect to the gods."

"If there is a god, what does it matter if he can't take off his hat? Anyway, he can always see it, right?"

Miro stopped insisting either, shrugging his shoulders.

The woman knelt down, folded her hands in prayer. Standing up after a while, Milo asked, "How is it, did you get some inspiration?" 　　 "No."

"That's probably because you are not religious enough, come back tomorrow."

"But I can't wait, Father, I want to confess."

Miluo said: "Come back tomorrow, now there is no priest to listen to your confession."

"Aren't you right?"

Miro took out his ears and said lightly: "I can't guarantee that I can give you useful advice."

"It's always okay to listen."

Miro stood up and said, "Then follow me."

The confession room was quiet late at night. Milo lit the lights, walked into one of the confessions booths, and sat down. The woman walked to the confession booth, and Milo said in it: "Let's start."

The woman knelt down and said: "Father, I am guilty."

"Everyone is guilty. If you confess sincerely, the benevolent Father will forgive you, child." Milo said blankly, "Tell me what crime you committed."

"I killed my dearest relative." The woman whispered.

Miro raised his eyebrows: "This crime is a bit serious. Can you tell me why I did this?

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"Neither do I, Father. But if I don't kill him, I will be killed by him. This is the fate between us, and it is an insoluble knot."

"Child, you have to believe that there is no unresolvable knot in this world, only people who refuse to work hard to resolve the entanglement."

The woman sighed softly: "If you understand my situation, you won't say that, Father. I killed a close relative, and now another close relative is chasing me. I don't know what to do. Do, I only know that I don’t want to die."

"I want to live, priest, do you have any good suggestions?"

Miro squinted his eyes and said, "Maybe you can go out and hide for a while."

"You can hide for a while, but you can't hide for a lifetime." The woman said: "And the power of destiny is amazing. I always feel that no matter where we hide, we will meet in the end, and then it will end without dying."

"Either I died, or he died."

"You need to know, child. When you think about it this way, you are already destined to be a knot that is hard to untie. Why don't you think about it from another angle, for example, you can sit down with him and have a good talk. No matter what, there will always be a solution."

The woman's voice was a little helpless: "But I calculated him once before. I don't think he will forgive me, nor will he sit down and talk with me."

"Then you have to take the initiative to do something to ask him for forgiveness, let him see your sincerity, and impress him, child."

"Can it really be done? Father?"

Miro said in the confession booth: "Yes, as long as you have good intentions, everything can be changed."

"Well then, I will try." The woman outside the confession booth stood up and said, "Thank you for everything, priest."

She left, but Milo did not rush out of the confession booth. He had a heavy expression, and he didn't feel relieved after enlightening the followers. Suddenly he laughed at himself, then opened the door and walked out. After walking out of the door of the church, the two women both left. Milo turned to his residence along the stone path. As he walked, there were several dog barks in front of him, and Milo stopped. Looking up, Vera was walking with his dog under the street lamp. Seeing Miró, the two-year-old dog broke free and Vera ran happily. Milo squatted down and hugged it, and the puppy rubbed hard against the priest's face.

"I went to find you but found out that I was not there, so I took Peter out. Father, are you okay?" Vera asked softly.

Miro touched his chin and said, "Is it true that I have written all my thoughts on my face, or else I will be asked if I am okay, do I need help?"

"You do not look very energetic."

"Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm getting older, and occasionally I have some sentimental emotions."

Weila didn't believe his nonsense, but if the priest didn't say it, she knew how not to ask. Changing the subject, she said: "I see the church lights are still on."

"Well, two women came just now. One is very annoyed and is coming to me to confess."

"Someone is coming to confess so late."

The two chatted one after another. When they came to the priest’s building, Milo asked, "Is there anything you want to do with me?"

"I wanted to talk to you about the Beidu Diocese, but it's not early now. Let's find time to study tomorrow."

Miro said absently, "Alright, I'm tired too, so goodbye?"

"Good night, Father."

Miro led the dog to the door, Vera thought for a while, as if she had made a decision, a mark gradually appeared on the back of her hand. Suddenly Milo stopped, and the priest turned his head and smiled bitterly: "I'm really fine, Vera. So, please don't use your power against me."

"I'm sorry." Vera leaves with a guilty conscience like a kid who has done something wrong. After walking a few steps, she suddenly thought, how did Miró find out?

The night is getting deeper and deeper.

On the Ark Harbor wharf, a night watchman walked around the wharf with lights on. The lights shone on the boats moored at the wharf. As the waves undulated, the boats cast an undulating shadow on the wharf. The night watchman yawned, tightened his neckline and walked back to the duty room. He drank a sip of strong alcohol to warm himself up, then got into the warm bed, and after a while, even breathing sounded.

If he stayed a little longer, then he would find that the dark surface of the sea in the distance, I don't know when there is more light. Very faint, but the bright light on the sea surface in the middle of the night is very unusual. It was calm tonight, and the sound of the waves lapping on the shore gave a taste of peace. But in a place dozens of nautical miles away from Ark Harbor, fog quietly rose up. At this time, the sea is basically impossible to fog, but the fog is getting thicker and thicker, making the whole thing on the sea obscured. On the originally calm sea, a buoy floating on the sea suddenly shook light. After a while, a black shadow passed near the buoy, and the sea water surged, causing the buoy to rise and fall.

Passing by the buoy was a ship, which was wrapped in iron, with sharp steel thorns protruding from both sides, which looked like a terrible sea beast. A dragon is painted with paint on the ship. This dragon is very different from the dragons commonly seen in the Balekan Empire. This dragon is very slender, with four claws stepping on the cloud and first antlers. If you are a merchant who frequently travels between the two sides of the ocean, you will know that this is an oriental dragon, and only a human empire on the east of the ocean will use such a dragon as a totem and symbol.

The iron-clad ship depicting the Eastern Dragon rumbling forward, but the sound of the turbulent water was cut off in the thick fog. There was no strange noise outside the fog, and just like that, the thick fog rolled towards Ark Harbor.