Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 156: Father (please subscribe)

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"Alan has never met his father, has he?"

Windsor Bello asked suddenly.

Allen glanced at her with some doubts. Marshal Tanlang under the moonlight, maybe because of the night, she seemed a little different from the day. The three-point sharpness has been restrained, and a touch of tenderness has been added.

"No, before I was born, he left my mother missing." Allen shook his head.

Windsor Bello found a clean place near the lake and sat down, took off his military cap, and let his purple hair fly. With undulating hair, Allen seemed to see a sea of lavender. Night Breeze sent Windsor Bello's faint orchid-like fragrance into Alan's nose, and the Marshal patted the ground next to her and said, "Sit down, don't be restrained."

Allen carefully sat next to her and turned to look at her. Windsor Bello raised his head to look at the night sky, leaving him with a frightening profile.

He quickly lowered his head, neither of them spoke. After a while, Allen coughed dryly and said, "What kind of person is the teacher's father?"

"If it's my current father, every time I see him, I have to endure so hard to prevent myself from killing him."

Windsor Bello spoke surprisingly, and Allen looked at her in surprise.

"He is my stepfather. When my mother remarried and I was young, what he thought about was how to get me into bed. Of course, after I lit the fire when I was six years old, I didn't dare to do it again, and He was thinking about how to marry me away as soon as possible." Windsor Bellow lightly moved her five fingers, and the purple flames danced between the five fingers, forming light circles one by one, making a crackling sound.

Allen turned his body slightly, trying not to let himself touch those light spins.

Those are all source force vortexes, and the smallest one in them is enough to blow up his flesh and blood.

"As for my biological father, I was only five years old when he passed away. I really want to try to remember him, but unfortunately, I can't remember his appearance more and more clearly." Windsor Bello's eyes turned soft, she Bend your long legs and hug your knees with your hands. With her chin resting on her knees and her eyelids drooping, at this moment, Windsor Bello looked at the frozen lake like any ordinary girl who missed her family.

"I can only vaguely remember his prickly beard now, and his hands are warm and rough. But when he holds me, I feel at ease. Because I know, he will protect me. Until after he passed away , only I can protect myself..."

Listening to these words, Allen felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. Windsor Bello suddenly put his military cap back on his head, and pulled down the visor slightly to cover half of his face. She stood up and said, "I'm sleepy, you should go to bed early too. I'll ask someone to take you to the garrison base tomorrow morning."

Leaving Alan with a bleak back, Windsor Bello left the lake and got into her tent.

Allen looked at the ice on the lake, which was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting his own reflection.

Windsor Bello's father died young, but at least he still has some memories of his father, but he has no idea what kind of man his father Archimedes is? Perhaps, the answer will be revealed tomorrow.

On the next day, Windsor Bello wrote a personal letter to Allen, and asked someone to send him to the base of the third district garrison. He took the others back to Babylon first, and came to the army base. After reading Windsor Bello's letter, the commander of the military region assigned a second lieutenant to drive Allen to Black Iron Town.

In the evening of that day, the off-road military vehicle drove down a hillside, and when it turned a bend, it was at the foot of the hill

The black iron town under the sky gradually unfolded in Alan's eyes like a scroll. The second lieutenant on the car briefly introduced: "Heitie Town has a permanent population of only a thousand people, so it's not lively. In the past, a kind of dark iron ore was produced here, so it was called Heitie. But in the second Ten years ago, the collection of black iron was exhausted, the workers gradually withdrew, and the town no longer had the prosperity it once did.”

From a distance, the architectural tones of Heitie Town are mostly dark. The dark brown roofs, black corridors, and black rails passing through the town make this small town located in the snow at the foot of the mountain look a bit depressing. Not far away is a low hill, where you can still see the old facilities left over from the mine at that time. Of course, they have no effect now, and some of them are just occasionally reminiscent of the old days that have passed away.

At that time, there were two or three mining companies operating here in the town, and their warehouses were located in Heitie Town, so a simple railway track was laid from the mine to the warehouse in the town, so that the mine cars could be driven into the town along the rails for loading and unloading. . These rails are of little use now. Many have been abandoned, like ugly scars left in the town.

When the off-road military vehicle drove into the town, several old people wrapped in blankets and sitting in the corridor outside their house looked at Alan and the second lieutenant curiously. The second lieutenant turned off the engine, jumped out of the car, and called out to one of the old men, "Is there a priest named Miro here?"

"Yes, my lord. Father Miro lives in the small church at the back." The old man with white beard and hair pointed to a small, dark church in the distance of the town.

Allen looked up, and there was no silver bell hanging on the bell tower of the church, only an empty frame. The church is not big, only two stories high. An open space was surrounded by high and low wooden fences outside. On the left side of the open space, there was an old car.

The second lieutenant returned to the car, drove to the outside of the church, and walked into the church with Allen. Going around a fountain that had been dry for an unknown amount of time and could no longer spew a trace of water, the two of them walked up several stone steps with cracks. The second lieutenant frowned and pushed open the door of the church. The air inside the door, smelling of alcohol, entered the second lieutenant's nose desperately.

The lieutenant sneezed.

Allen looked inside the church, where a few residents of the town sat sporadically on the sparse rows of wooden chairs. They were all aged people, and when they heard the second lieutenant sneeze, everyone looked back. On those old faces, pairs of cloudy eyes cast puzzled gazes. Allen passed these people and saw the priest on the pulpit.

He was holding the wine bottle in one hand, while flipping through the bible on the stage with the other.

Everything is as shown in the photo sent by Ron, and Allen can be sure that this priest is what he is looking for.

Father Miro looked up at Alan and the two of them and said, "Sit aside if you want to listen to the lecture, so as not to affect my congregation. If you need to confess, well, I will charge you extra."

The second lieutenant said impatiently, "Are you Father Miro?"

"If there isn't a second Miro in town, I think I am." The priest spread his hands.

"Very good, this is Master Allen. He is a distinguished guest from Babylon. My suggestion is to end your sermon quickly, because Master Allen has some questions to ask you."

Father Miro said solemnly: "The sermon every week is sacred and inviolable, even a noble young master from the floating island cannot interrupt it. Of course, God will always guide every lost lamb and let them reach the other shore of truth, so as his spokesman in the world, I am happy to

The young master cleared up his doubts. If the generous young master compensates me and these parishioners for the sermon..."

The second lieutenant snorted and was about to attack. Allen tugged at him gently, nodded and said, "I will give you a satisfactory number on this point."

"Okay then." Father Miro stepped off the high platform immediately, and said to the old men who were already very old: "Go back, old Henry, and Jack. You old things, come back in a few days."

"Miro, you said you would pray for us." An old woman chattered.

The priest helped her up and pushed her out, saying, "God be, dear Lily. I promise I will pray for you before you go to heaven, but not now."

Finally, only the priest, the second lieutenant and Allen were left in the church.

"Second Lieutenant, can you wait for me outside?" Allen said.

The second lieutenant saluted, glanced at Milo before exiting the church.

Father Miro went to the high platform and said: "Well, if you have any troubles, just tell me, this noble young master. It seems that Babylon is really not a good place, isn't there even a great priest who listens to the troubles of the world? But don't worry, Milo is the most patient, especially... "

"Archimedes." Allen interjected, "Tell me everything about Archimedes. Father!"

Father Miro paused, then turned around and smiled, "Of course, if you are willing to discuss this great father of ancient Greek mechanics with me?"

"Father, you know it's not that Archimedes." Allen said in a deep voice, "The one I'm talking about, maybe you've seen him before."

"Well, another Archimedes." Father Miro laughed, which made the beard on his chin look like a mess. He circled the side of his head with his fingers: "You know, although I'm not old yet, if I stay in this place for a long time, people will become dull. So about this Aki Meade, I think I need time to recall before I can answer your question."

"A thousand dollars, if it can help you remember." Allen shook his head.

"Thank you for your generosity. Ah, I remembered, that was a special man. He was always so melancholy, and he was not very old, but his eyes seemed to have experienced vicissitudes of life, accumulating experience and wisdom that can only be precipitated over a long time " Father Miro immediately changed his words.

Another man with an eye for money, Allen thought. He said, "Please be more specific."

Father Miro opened his mouth, as if to say something, but couldn't utter a word for a long time. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know about this young master, what do you want to know about him?"

The beautiful and desolate face of his mother Lanni flashed in Alan's mind. He shook hands and said, "That Archimedes, did you ever say who you loved?"

"A woman?"

"What do you say!"

"Okay, okay, don't blame me for talking too much, after all, who doesn't have any strange hobbies these days." Father Miro grabbed the hair that was not much different from a bird's nest, thought for a while, his eyes lit up and said: " Yes, he really loved a woman. Come to think of it, that was about 12 years ago. Yes, that year. I remember very well, old Henry's pigs planted in Lily's yard poorly Vegetables are overwhelmed. Of course, you know the environment on the surface, and you can't eat anything you grow... "

"Father, get to the point!" Allen said with a headache.

(end of this chapter)