Silent Crown Chapter 347: Wash your hands

In the middle of the night, the mighty bells spread across the night sky.

In the silent church, under the holy emblem, the old man closed his eyes and prayed, casting a erratic and dim shadow under the soft light.

In the peace, even the steel arm softened, not like a murder weapon.

At the end of the prayer, Abraham opened his eyes and stared at the holy emblem in a daze.

As if to hear the footsteps behind him, he turned his head, saw the white-haired girl, smiled and waved to her.

"Teacher, I have been looking for you for a long time."

Bai Xi sat down obediently, "So you are here."

Abraham smiled awkwardly: "I don't know why, I have been upset these days. Only by coming here will I feel at ease."

"Here?" Bai Xi was confused.

"Here is God."

Abraham stared at the holy emblem: "I pray to him that Shire will be safe."

As he looked at the simple sign, Bai Xi turned around and looked at the old man in confusion:

"Does the teacher also believe in God?"

"Perhaps it is funny to others? When people are old, they are completely different from when they were young."

Abraham laughed mockingly: "I didn’t believe in God before, because I had nothing to pray to God. But now I hope that there is a God in this world that can protect you from all safety. Let you, Xiaoyezi and Shire have a great future.

Sorry, I should have done these things, but I can’t do them well. "

"Teacher, you have done enough."

Abraham shook his head, "For decades, I have been confused by the composition of this world, but now, I am beginning to be afraid. I am at odds with it, but I want it to be gentle with me.

This is the weakness of my nature..."

He paused, with a bitter smile on his face: "I actually feel that such a weak I am fine."

Bai Xi looked at him with no disappointment or contempt in his eyes. He was just curious: "What kind of person was the former teacher?"

"Probably the bad guy?"

Abraham scratched his head: "I have always been ashamed to speak: I have killed many people, some of them are not guilty of death, and some are innocent, but I don't care.

Sometimes, I even indulge in the feeling of being in control of life. At that time, I was like a monster—I was born to be such a freak.

Someone told me that in order to maintain this world, I need to kill some things and remove some pests.

This is the whole meaning of my life. "

Bai Xi was silent for a long time, and whispered: "Teacher, you don't like that, do you? I like the current teacher. Although he is old, he looks good with a smile."

"Before I met Charles, I used to tremble with my bloodthirsty nature, wake up from nightmares, and stay awake at night. But sometimes, I miss the warm touch of my fingers soaked in blood.

No one has taught me how to buy coffee, how to shake hands with people, and no one wants to shake hands with me because I hold a sword in my hand.

I don't want to live a life like this-this idea only came up after I picked up the Shire.

I learned to change a child's diaper, raise a child, and make a lot of jokes... At that time, he was still small, and he looked at me without feeling scared at all.

From that time on, I felt that I was different from before, which is great. "

Abraham laughed. There was no gloom on his smile. When he stared at Bai Xi, his eyes became soft and relieved: "Do you know what my happiest thing is every day?"

"——It's time to wash your hands."

"The thing washed out between my nails is not blood, but the ashes of ink and chalk."

He stretched out his right hand, the five fingers were clean and soft, and gently stroked Bai Xi's long hair: "Now, I am beginning to be afraid of dying. I think it's good to be alive.

There are more and more things worth worrying about in this world. I have you, Charles, and Xiaoyezi. I have three students. My past is not worth mentioning, but you are all my future. "

Bai Xi allowed him to stroke his long hair, just snuggling on his shoulders, and whispered softly: "Teacher is the best! When I get married in the future, I will let the teacher sit in my parents' seat.

So I won't be afraid. "

"Okay."

Abraham smiled, but for some reason, he couldn't resist the urge to cry.

He held the girl beside him, let the tears roll into his shirt, and whispered softly: "Okay."

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In the night outside the church.

The old man stood quietly in the dark, staring silently at Abraham's back. After a long time, he gave up the idea of ​​going in and turned away.

"Abraham, are you still having unrealistic dreams..."

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In the same night, in a dilapidated building in a dark alley of the holy city.

Under the dim light, there was a pungent drug smell in the air. Packs of wrapped medicinal materials are piled up on the shelf, but they are not labeled at all.

This is obviously not a regular pharmacy.

Even under the glory of the holy city, there are forbidden drugs. Those illegal drugs were smuggled into the Holy City through various channels, and appeared in underground outlets through secret distribution.

It's just that now, both buyers and sellers don't seem to be doing business.

The slick fat guy looked sluggish at the moment, and he was obviously controlled by the sympathizer a long time ago. He looked at the people outside the counter and made a hollow sound.

"You have disappeared for so many days, everyone is worried. If you didn't contact us today, we would all have thought you were dead."

Charles leaned against the wall languidly, smoking inferior cigarettes, with bloodshot eyes. Hearing this, he just nodded and muffled ‘oh’.

The fat man asked stupidly: "Is the plan going well?"

"Just like that." Charles muttered, "Not bad or not."

Apparently aware of his resistance, the fat man asked: "What's the situation?"

The Charles was silent.

After a long time, he whispered: "I don't want to do it."

"Huh?" The fat man didn't hear clearly.

Charle repeated it again, raising his voice: "I won't do it."

There was a long silence, it seemed that the other end did not react. For a long time, for a long time, under the control of the heart music master, the fat man made a sound again:

"Charle, have you figured it out clearly?"

The voice was cold, seeming to question.

Charle, have you really figured it out? Do you really want to understand the consequences?

"How many times do you·him·mother want me to say it!"

Charle was furious, raised his head, red eyes glaring at him: "I won't do it! I won't do it! Go to the Revolutionary Army! Go to the Silent Organization! You lock me up! Clean me up! Take me back to prison!"

He stared at the fat man angrily, but the fat man became a real fat man in a trance.

It rotted in an instant, and there was still a rough hemp rope hanging from the neck, as if it was hung on something, and black blood flowed out of the seven orifices.

His lips opened and closed, and when he spoke, maggots and flies crawled in and out of the facial features...

Here again.

That **** feeling is coming again...

Charle was stunned, staggered back, slid down the wall without force, and sat on the ground.

"His mother..."

He covered his painful head and murmured softly.

The fat man looked at him coldly, then made a sound after a long time.

"Okay."

He said, "If you don't do it, some people do it, you can go."

Charle was stunned. He didn't expect it to be so easy.

"Your value is only so little anyway." The fat man said lightly, "Do you know why Constantine values ​​you so much? Because you are a genius? Don't be kidding Charles! Because your teacher..."

"What did you say?"

Charl stared at him blankly, got up from the ground, his eyes became fierce: "This has nothing to do with my teacher! What do you want to do?!"

"Not relevant?"

The fat man laughed hollowly:

"——This is your teacher, Abraham, who followed Gaius’s sins when he was a dragoon! Now it’s time for him to take responsibility.

Charle, have you really figured it out?

You don’t want to do it, you can, anyway, you can use Abraham as a temptation..."

"Dare you!" Charles pulled up the fat man's collar and roared hoarsely.

"It's all your own choice, Charles."

The fat man said faintly: "Even if the surname Ye goes crazy, nothing can be changed. The Silent Organization is not a place to look at the title. The Mythril Cellar has secretly imprisoned many nobles... You don't want you 'S friend was locked there because of you, right?"

Charle loosened his fingers weakly.

He clutched his painful head, staggered back, curled up in the corner, making a vague sound. It seemed to be a curse, but it was not clear.

In the long silence, he raised his head, bloodshot eyes like burning flames.

There is no sadness or joy in those eyes, just numbness.

"I came out to buy medicine under the pretext."

He stretched out his hand: "You give me the medicine on the list."

So the fat man laughed and patted his shoulder:

"This is good."

Charl was silent, took the packaged medicines and potions, turned around, and opened the door.

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The holy city in the middle of the night was extremely cold, and the water vapor formed frost on the iron wall.

Charl walked out of the secret stronghold of the Silent Organization, carrying the package of unknown medicine, bowed his head, and walked silently toward the warehouse where he lived.

I was in a trance, but I heard a sigh behind me.

"You have been buying medicine for a long time."

The unshaven revolutionary army smoking a cigarette is his roommate.

He leaned on the street lamp and looked at him in the faint light, with a weird smile: "Have a cold?"

That kind of look seemed to know something, and it was chilling all over.

"How do you..."

Charles froze, speaking incoherently.

Brother Beard kicked his arms, smiled and walked forward. Charles was stiff in place, staring blankly at the palm he put in his pocket, not knowing what was hidden inside.

"What a coincidence."

Brother Beard pulled out his hand. He didn't hold a knife or rope in that hand. He just patted him on the shoulder. It was meaningful: "I'm out to buy cigarettes. I heard that you are nearby. I will wait for you."

He paused, then glanced back at the direction Shire came from: "You have been inside for so long, don't you want to slip the number?"

Charle smiled stiffly: "How come."

"Let's go~IndoMTL.com~Brother Beard clasped his shoulders, his palms were very hard, like iron hoops: "Let’s go back first, and talk about other things slowly. "

Charle's face was pale, gritted his teeth and forced a grin:

"Okay."

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Meanwhile, in a dilapidated warehouse.

Under the dim light, Constantine sat in a chair, his face solemnly cold, and said nothing, but silently tapped his fingers on the table.

The remaining seven or eight people stood or sat with gloomy expressions, but their eyes were staring at the table without exception, looking at the beating paper on the table.

Behind Constantine, the examiner lowered his head and casually sharpened his dagger, and the harsh sound rang in everyone's ears.

When the knock on the door sounded, he smiled happily. (To be continued.)