Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 370: Naive

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This is really a wonderful morning.

After days of rain, Heitie Town finally ushered in the sunshine like salvation, making the impoverished people seem to be able to see hope. At least, Father Miró thinks so. If there weren't a certain drunk man in the church, this morning would not only be wonderful, but even sacred.

Archimedes! Damn Archimedes!

The priest walked behind the man and shouted: "Archimedes, you bastard, how long will you stay here? Don’t you have to work? Don’t you know, because of your relationship, my How long has it been since my dear church members come to church to pray?"

"What does it matter to me..." the man replied lazily.

"Damn, they don't come to pray, how can I sell my redemption coupons? I also hope they can exchange some bread for me!"

"I won't buy those ghostly symbols."

"Nonsense, how can a murderer like you believe in salvation!" Father Milo snorted coldly.

Suddenly a faint light flashed across the air, and Father Milo could see that it was a dagger. Archimedes turned his head, he touched the wire-like beard and smiled: "Don't forget that without me as a murderer, you wouldn't have the money in your safe."

"So, what did you just say?"

Fr. Milo immediately put on a solemn expression and said: "I said we are old friends, real friends. So look, do you think you should move this dangerous thing away a little bit."

The priest carefully moved the blade away with two fingers. The man yawned, retracted the dagger, and took another sip from the tin flask. Seeing his own appearance on the matt case of the hip flask, Archimedes suddenly asked: "Father, do you believe in God?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I just thought, if there really is an almighty Lord."

Fr. Milo frowned and said: "I believe in God, after all, if there is no faith, this kind of **** life will drive people crazy. It’s just that I believe in him, but I don’t know that God is still willing Believe us?"

"Yes, you humans do something that makes him sad." Archimedes smiled.

"It sounds like you are not like people." Father Milo rolled his eyes and asked: "You are a little weird today, it seems a little sentimental."

"Fart, I'm not a woman, so I'm so sentimental." Archimedes stretched out, "It's just that I drank too much and my head was a little confused."

"You are the one who drank early in the morning, right." The priest muttered and looked at the man. He coughed and asked, "Archimedes, do you have a dream?"

"What?"

"What I want to do? For example, I want to have a gorgeous and solemn church. Every day there are a group of cute and smart children singing hymns. I can see the well-dressed church members and listen to them from their hearts. Confession." Milo closed his eyes, as if immersed in a sweet dream.

"But in fact, your teaching is broken and small. As for the people, ha, those old guys..."

"Damn, dreams are dreams because they are better than reality!" The priest who had broken the dream said annoyedly.

"If you want to talk about dreams, I have one too." Archimedes shook the flask, which was almost empty: "I hope I can save the world."

"What?" Milo thought he had heard it wrong. He shook his head and said: "So you have such a naive time."

"Naive? Yes, I have been to many places and have seen many things. Everything is telling me that there is nothing worth saving in this world. But if, if there is only one person worthy of being saved, I I am also willing to do my best to save it..."

Father Milo put his hand on his forehead: "Your head is not broken, right? If I hadn't known you as a **** for several years, I almost thought you were the old man of God."

"If you don't take your hand away, prepare to say goodbye to it."

Miro was taken aback and hurriedly avoided. Archimedes stood up, the tall figure made the church seem a bit crowded. He walked to the door with a hip flask, and Milo couldn't help but ask: "Where are you going?"

"Go kill a few people, and see if anyone is worth saving." With a wave of goodbye, Archimedes got into the bright and excessive sunlight outside the church.

The back view made Milo stare blankly for a while. It took him a moment to react, and then the priest screamed in the church: "Damn bastard! You haven't paid your rent and wine money yet!"

Speaking of this, Milo smiled slightly, looked at Allen and said: "Sometimes I miss that bastard, although every time he brings a lot of trouble."

Allen put down the cup and asked solemnly: "Father, what happened to him in the end?"

"Finally...I don’t know whether he is dead or alive. I don’t know. I only know such a man, but I have never really understood him. How do you say that your father? He is a complicated guy. In him, I see a lot of contradictions. His hands are stained with blood, but I can feel the words to save the world. They are his heartfelt words."

Miro shook his head and smiled bitterly: "So I don't know what he will become in the end for such a person. Maybe now, he is drinking in some run-down chapel."

"Anyway, thank you for telling me about him."

"It's nothing, that's my duty. Okay, I have to prepare for the church. As for that man, I will tell you more if I have a chance in the future."

After Father Milo left, Alan was the only one left in the hall. Allen stood on the edge of the table, dipped his hand with the water on the edge of the cup, and sketched a simple outline on the table: "What kind of person is that man..."

The next day, Allen left Sul City. On the way, a team from Storm City joined him and headed for Violet Harbor together. Arrived in the port city a few days later, Allen's trip was very low-key, the team only had a dozen people. In addition to the ten mountain king fighters, there are only two people, Regis and Belmode.

After entering the city, the team went straight to Xiangyingcao Street, which is now under the control of Allen. The street is much busier than it was three months ago. It was the evening when Allen and the others arrived at Violet Harbor, and now the street lights on both sides of the street were lit, illuminating this long street. The pedestrian traffic in the street shows that most of them are regulars of pubs and casinos, and some of them are small businessmen.

After hearing the news of Ellen and their arrival, Sean and Willick waited to greet them early in the morning. Walking along the long street with Allen, Sean gave a simple report. According to Allen’s previous proposal, they renovated several buildings at the end of Long Street, and they will be completed in two months. At that time, there will be an additional hotel with well-equipped facilities on Xiangyingcao Street to serve the past merchants and merchants. The caravan has provided a place to stay.

As for the pubs and casinos, they are also very impressive under the management of the people of Weinuo. Although there were a few short-sighted local gangs who wanted to attack their ideas during the period, they all gave Willick and the Mountain King soldiers a severe lesson.

The biggest change is that at the entrance of Long Street, Sean transformed several houses into exhibition halls and small workshops. The exhibition hall is used to display all kinds of fabrics produced by Suhl City to attract the favor of guests. In the workshop, a semi-automatic textile machine was transported from Suhl City, and two skilled workers were stationed there. In this way, the samples that meet the requirements can be manufactured in a short time according to the needs of customers.

Finally, Sean said that in the past three months, he had received a batch of orders in the hands of the Lily Chamber of Commerce and other small businessmen. This batch of orders is enough for Suer City to work for a year, and when the fat man can speak up, his face seems to glow. Willick on the other side was also full of energy. Allen hit his waist when no one noticed, and asked: "Have you taken Miss Jessica?"

Willik's face flushed immediately, and he said in embarrassment, "What are you talking about, head. I just became friends with Miss Jessica."

"The ordinary kind." He emphasized.

Allen smiled and said: "It's okay, ordinary friends can become close friends in the future. Then they will be close friends, and later...hehe."

He chuckled twice, everything was silent. It wasn't long before Allen learned that Willick had only recently talked to Jessica, and every time she went to find her in the name of Sean before, more often than not, she saw her butler. If you look at it in terms of time, Jessica met Willick for the first time, just the day after Storm City was taken down. The coincidence in time makes people think of Baihui Chamber of Commerce's well-informed news channel.

Singh’s lair that day, now the words of the Suhl City Union Chamber of Commerce have been hung outside, and it has become the headquarters of the Chamber of Commerce. The courtyard has undergone necessary renovations, for example, the courtyard wall has been raised a lot, and there are more earth buildings on the two corners. Even the two wooden doors have steel plates installed behind the doors for reinforcement. It can be seen that this courtyard can be used as a small fortress if necessary.

After dinner, there will be guests. That was Roger's guard, Geralf. He sent Roger's invitation to invite Alan to have lunch at noon tomorrow. Geraff added: "In addition to Mr. Roger, there will be Miss Jessica and several other gentlemen. Please Mrs. Allen to show your face."

Allen said cheerfully: "Please tell Mr. Roger, I will arrive on time."

"I will tell Mr. Roger exactly." Jeraf said goodbye, and before leaving, he said again: "If I have the opportunity, I would like to ask the adults again."

Allen smiled and said: "Welcome."

Jeraf really left. Allen looked at the invitation and said to Sean: "Come with me to meet those big business people tomorrow." r1058

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