Silent Crown Chapter 396: There is no evil place

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　　 In the darkness, Philip dreamed of butterflies.

　　

　　 The butterfly shed fluorescent light, flying under the red sky, staggering and blurry. He slowly opened his eyes, and the hilt of the sword was held very tightly with body temperature.

　　

　　 The heavy curtains cover the front of the window, blocking the hot light outside the window. In the dimness, he saw Colt's eyes, as if he hadn't slept for a long time, bloodshot, and disheveled hair, like a beggar.

　　

　　 "What time is it." Philip asked.

　　

　　 "One o'clock in the afternoon."

　　

　　 "I slept for so long."

　　

　　 Philip whispered softly, stretched out his hand, and opened the curtains, the sun shone on the old face, showing fatigue and weakness, and the blood vessels under the skin showed a dark green.

　　

　　 That is the fierce poison that penetrates into the body like a tarsal maggot.

　　

　　 For five days, since the attack on the iron wheel, the assassinations against them have never stopped, and they have become more frantic every time. Fortunately, they acted decisively and switched from sea to land, otherwise the sea would not know how many secret murderous opportunities were hidden.

　　

　　 It's a pity that it's not easy to travel by land either. The killer chased after him as if he was smelling the smell of blood. Various methods emerged one after another, either assaults, poisoned, or secretly attacked. There was even a team of horse thieves who received the aid of a large number of embargoed weapons and charged directly. ...

　　

　　There are many musicians without dignity, and the secret methods of various schools are beyond defense. Two priests in blood had already been killed during the journey, and Philip didn't even know how one of them died.

　　

　　 When he discovered that something was wrong, the assassin disguised as a priest had already pierced his heart with a poisonous dagger. Philip, who was heavily wounded, led Colt out of the siege. Taking advantage of the darkness and noise, they sneaked into the ground and came here along the underground river, and finally found a safe refuge.

　　

　　 finally got the long-lost respite.

　　

　　The faint sound of footsteps approached, and the door was quietly pushed open a gap. Someone crept in, and the sound of steel collision sounded.

　　

　　 At that moment, Colt raised his bloodshot eyes, stretched out his hand to hold the dagger, rushed to the shadow, and reached out to jam him and press it on the ground.

　　

　　 "Who!"

　　

　　 As soon as there was a cry, the brass dinner plate fell on the ground, and a few oatmeal cakes fell on the ground, covered with dust.

　　

　　 The young man who was caught by his throat fell to the ground, seeing Colt’s hideous expression, his face pale: "God, the priest asked me to deliver the food. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... He said you are here Sleep, let me not disturb you..."

　　

　　 "I scared you, my child, sorry."

　　

　　 Philip will help the wall to climb up, lift the young man up, and reach out to dust him off the robe. Finally, I picked up the oatmeal bread from the ground, and after a few low prayers, I started to eat seriously, ignoring the dust on it.

　　

　　 Colt watched the young man run away embarrassedly, holding bread in his hand, but did not eat:

　　

　　 "Are the people here trustworthy?"

　　

　　 Within a few days, he had seen too many betrayals, even the insightful apocalypse musicians could not determine where the deadly poison needle was hidden.

　　

　　 "Reassure."

　　

　　Master Philip said: “The priest here is a priest who graduated from Trinity College in the Holy City. He was a devout believer. He was originally an ascetic monk. He volunteered to teach in this remote town four years ago. There is no doubt about his loyalty to the mission.

　　

　　 There are only two people in this small church, he and his apprentice, no one will know that we are here. "

　　

　　 Colt didn't say anything, still skeptical, carefully raised a corner of the curtain, looked at the dilapidated church outside the window, wondering how decadent it had not been repaired for many years.

　　

　　 At the entrance of the church, the shabby priest gave a few words of encouragement to the crying apprentice, then took the scripture, turned and hurried away.

　　

　　 Colt narrowed his eyes.

　　

　　"He is going to give a reading and writing class to nearby children, so as to collect donations for the repair of the church."

　　

　　Philip seems to know what he is thinking, and his voice is calm: "This is what I told him, everything is as usual, except for the daily water, just treat us as if we don't exist."

　　

　　 "The church is too broken..."

　　

　　"This is the territory of the Order, protected by the bell tower, no one can observe the situation inside. Rest assured, Colt, we will leave tomorrow morning."

　　

　　 Colt lowered the curtains and lay in the corner behind the door, wrapped in a blanket, but couldn't sleep, his eyes irritated.

　　

　　 "Is there no response from the Faith Department so far?"

　　

　　 For several consecutive days, the news they sent to the holy city has fallen to the ground. All the news seems to have been completely blocked. It is as if an invisible palm extinguished all the messages they sent for help, causing them to fall into Lonely Island is desperate, and a little bit more will hold them into the palm of his hand, to let them die in the long suffocation.

　　

　　Who can do this kind of thing, Colt knew well, and because of this, he was panicked and...resented.

　　

　　 Teacher...

　　

　　 His nails were pinched into his palms, his eyes were spiteful: It must be you, Mr. Heisenberg. In addition to the school of secret keepers, who can achieve this level?

　　

　　 You really wanted to make me die!

　　

　　 The sound of teeth breaking.

　　

　　 "The rescue is coming soon."

　　

　　Master Philip chewed on the bitter oatmeal, his expression was peaceful, and his hoarse voice awakened him: "Even if the sea of ​​ether is blocked, it does not mean that there is no other means of communication.

　　

　　 Peace of mind, Colt, this is the last time I can comfort you. Although the Faith Department is not as good as it used to be, it does not allow anyone to underestimate it. "

　　

Before 　　's words fell, the door was knocked.

　　

　　 Colt's body was tight, like a frightened bird, but Philip got up.

　　

　　 He opened the door, and outside the door was a priest in a red coat who came silently.

　　

　　The middle-aged priest is equipped with two strangely long swords. Under his teaching robe, he wears light armor. The arm armor on the back of his hand is engraved with the emblem of the hammer of judgment. His face was unremarkable, but his slender eyes seemed to contain lightning, which made people shudder.

　　

　　 "Teacher, I have received your letter, so I rushed here."

　　

　　He knelt on one knee and reported with his head down: "I have brought all the members who are on the mission nearby, five infernal musicians, and sixteen witch's hammers. I am waiting for your dispatch."

　　

　　 Around the courtyard, the sabre priests stood silently like stone statues. Several musicians are hidden in it, calm and introverted, but in their bodies there is a strong music theory like a purgatory ruling.

　　

　　 They are all hidden trump cards of the Faith Department, and they are all elites.

　　

　　Even a hundred years ago, such a team was enough to thoroughly clean up and purify a Cthulhu sect, erect layers of torture frames, and burn the entire sky red.

　　

　　 "Did you see, Colt, don't regret it, you made the wisest choice."

　　

　　 Philip patted Colt on the shoulder: "The majesty of God cannot be underestimated. Sinners will pay for what they do. Starting today, they will be your subordinates, who will defend your life to the death." /

　　

　　The secret keepers can't give you, but the Department of Faith can give you more. Since today, everything you say and do is sacred! "

　　

　　 Silently, the purgatory musicians and the witch's hammers half-kneeled on the ground, respectfully paying homage to Colt.

　　

　　 Colt stared blankly at the priests and musicians who were kneeling in front of him. After a long time, a smile appeared on his hollow face. He laughed, bowed his head towards Master Philip, and kissed the saint on his ring. Emblem:

　　

　　 "All for the Supreme God!"

　　

　　 Then his pupils were drooping, and his hollow eyes were like a furnace, fuelled by spite, resentment, and anger, something terrible was burning.

　　

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　　 In the courtyard of the carpenter's house, the sound of reading is over.

　　

　　 "Children, that's all for today's reading and writing class."

　　

　　Fr Luca closed the scripture in his hand: "After you go back, please read the chapter explained today and copy it again. If you don't understand, you can stay and ask me."

　　

　　 The two-hour literacy class was finally over, and the playful children couldn't help but cheered and acted as a bird and beast. The priest looked at the mess, couldn't help but sighed, bent down, picked up the broom from the corner of the yard, and began to clean up the debris on the ground.

　　

　　 has been in the small town for so many years, maybe he has no gift for mission, and the number of believers has not increased much, let alone raise money for the repair of the church. The people who came to send children to literacy classes were craftsmen or farmers, and they didn't have much money at all. Even the venue for the class was provided by the carpenter's house.

　　

　　 If this continues, the repair of the church may be far away.

　　

　　 He sighed, but he felt someone pull the corner of his clothes behind him.

　　

　　 "Father." A tender voice sounded.

　　

　　 He turned his head and saw that the little boy was holding the heavy scriptures, his eyes pure and curious, he couldn't help but smile: "Little Muller, haven't you left yet? Didn't you understand today's class?"

　　

　　 Little Muller scratched his head in embarrassment.

　　

　　Fr Luca laughed, pulled over a bench and sat down, and said softly: "The content of today's chapter may be a bit complicated for children. It's normal to not understand."

　　

　　The content of the reading and writing class comes from the scriptures. In order to prevent children from feeling boring, he will choose some interesting stories to tell them.

　　

　　The content of today’s lesson is the story of the sinner Lazarus being resurrected by the gift of God. It is a bit difficult for adults to understand, let alone children?

　　

　　Müller is his favorite among all the children in class. He is not noisy or noisy, he listens to the class carefully and carefully, and he learns to concentrate. He plans to train him as his apprentice in a few years.

　　

　　With an apprentice in the church, I can relax myself. Therefore, it is natural to spare no effort in teaching.

　　

　　"Father, priest, why did Lhasa Road resurrected?"

　　

　　 Mueller asked curiously: "He committed so many crimes."

　　

　　 "Because of God's mercy, child."

　　

　　Father Luca bent down, stroked the child's forehead, and said kindly: "God loves the world, so even sinners can live.

　　

　　Lhasa Road has seen hell, and he knows the preciousness of life and the beauty of justice. As long as he is alive, he will atone for his mistakes. "

　　

　　 "Where is the good man?"

　　

　　 Muller tilted his head and looked at him, and asked in confusion: "Can't a good person live?"

　　

Father 　　 was silent for a long time, and smiled reluctantly: "After death, the good will ascend to heaven."

　　

　　 "Heaven?" Mueller asked suspiciously.

　　

　　 "Yes, heaven."

　　

Father 　　 said: "Heaven is a place where there is no evil."

　　

　　 Muller nodded faintly, and after asking a few questions, he left.

　　

　　 Watching Mueller leave, the priest sat in a chair, silent for a long time, closing his eyes and praying softly.

　　

　　In the distance, hurried footsteps sounded.

　　

　　 "Father! Father!"

　　

　　 The apprentice in the church ran into the door breathlessly, sweating profusely, as if being chased by a pack of wolves, holding on to the door, panting violently, almost speechless.

　　

　　"Fundraising, our fundraising..."

　　

　　 "What happened to the fundraising?"

　　

　　 Father Luca sighed, and said gently: "Everyone's life is very hard. It's normal for no one to donate. The more this time, the more we need to support each other..."

　　

　　 "No, no!"

　　

　　The apprentice interrupted him, and put a piece of crumpled paper into his hand: "This is just given to us by a kind man... He didn't even leave his name!"

　　

　　 That is a check.

　　

　　Fr Luca looked at the check, and was quickly shocked by the series of numbers on the check, which came from the ‘Holy Asgard Central Bank’, Asgard’s treasury.

　　

　　 This is a bearer check. In other words, anyone holding it can withdraw this exaggerated amount of money anytime and anywhere without any obstacles.

　　

　　 After confirming that he was not dreaming, Luca fell into ecstasy, happily like a child, holding his apprentice laughing and dancing, and praying incoherently.

　　

　　 "Thank the gods, thank you for that kind person! After so many years, the church can finally be repaired!"

　　

　　The apprentice couldn't help shaking his head:

　　

　　"Father, with such money, it would be enough to rebuild one..."

　　

　　 Boom!

　　

The voice of 　　 did not fall, there was a deafening roar.

　　

　　 The earth trembled violently, cracks cracked in the walls. In the midst of the storm, dark clouds rose slowly from a distance~IndoMTL.com~ like a mushroom, forming a huge umbrella cover.

　　

　　 In it, crimson flames rose from the ground, dotted with the scene of destruction. But no one is in the mood to appreciate it

　　

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　　 "It's so miserable. The entire church was razed to the ground by the riots. Fortunately, the priest and apprentice were not there. There were no casualties."

　　

　　Outside the small town, on a hill in the distance, a young man in a wheelchair put down his binoculars, sighing.

　　

　　 Behind him, his men handed the remaining checks to the people beside him.

　　

　　 "There is a boat waiting for you at the nearest pier. Let's go out to sea immediately." The man in the wheelchair waved: "Go to the east, to the southern islands, to Tianzhu, wherever you go, and you are not allowed to return within ten years. "

　　

　　"This is..."

　　

　　 The skinny old man looked at the check in his hand, his eyelids jumped wildly twice: 30% more than he said!

　　

　　 He carefully clamped them and put them in his arms. Finally, bid farewell with a flattering smile: "Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Watson! Thank you the great ‘saint’ Mr. Holmes!"

　　

　　 He repeatedly praised and thanked him for a long time, and finally left.

　　

　　 "'Sage' Holmes? Is it a saint to give money quickly?"

　　

　　 Watson touched his chin and pondered:

　　

　　 "He might like this new nickname." (To be continued.)