"I'm sorry, young master, I didn't mean to waste time." Father Miro patted himself on the head and said, "After all, these things have been going on for too long, and something else is always needed to connect them. Well, as you That said, let's get straight to the point."
"That day, old Henry and Lily had a quarrel, and they asked me to judge. It was already night after I finished dealing with them, and I saw him when I returned to the church. That's right, Archimedes." Father Miro pointed The chair in the second row on the left said: "He was sitting here at the time, looking very depressed. When I asked him what was bothering him, he dragged me to drink."
"He drank a lot, his eyes were very melancholy, as if there was a knot in his heart that couldn't be untied. He said he fell in love with a woman. I asked him how much he loved, and he said it was better than his own life..."
Milo's whole body trembled suddenly, and the temperature in the church seemed to drop two degrees for no reason. A chill rose from his feet, making him shiver.
Allen lowered his head, so the lights in the church left only a shadow on his face. In that shadow, Father Miro suddenly saw two red lights lit up, as if the gate of purgatory had opened, and the demon of the abyss opened its bloody eyes. Father Miro sat down on the ground and looked at Alan in surprise.
"He's lying!" Allen suddenly raised his head and yelled violently. With him as the center, an invisible wave of source power pushed away, crushing all the poor rows of chairs in the church away!
Allen's eyes seemed to spew out flames, and his red pupils were boiling like magma!
"If he really loves that person, even more than his own life, why would he abandon her!" Alan yelled, and the sound waves made all the windows in the church buzz.
The door opened, and the second lieutenant got in nervously. Seeing the mess in the church, he couldn't help but startled. Just looking at Alan, just about to step forward, Alan raised his hand and said, "I'm fine, Second Lieutenant."
"Okay then, call me again if you need anything." The second lieutenant glared at Milo, obviously thinking that Milo had angered Allen.
Milo spread his hands innocently.
Allen took a deep breath, suppressed the flame in his chest that was about to erupt, and said, "I lost my temper, I'm sorry Father. I will compensate you for all the losses here."
"Then I'm relieved." The priest murmured. He patted his buttocks and stood up. He glanced at Allen and said, "Excuse me, young master. A kind of protection."
Allen's body shook slightly.
This was something he had never thought about. Could it be that something or someone threatened them when his father left his mother and left? But why didn't that man reveal anything to Lanny
This answer, perhaps only Archimedes himself knows.
"Father, how much do you know about him?" Allen asked.
Father Miro tilted his head and said, "A lot, after all, I have known him for more than ten years."
"Very well, I hope you can tell me everything you know."
Father Miro showed a troubled expression: "My young master, that can't be explained clearly in a short while. Moreover, it will delay me a lot of time."
"I will pay you what you deserve."
"Well, to be honest, the reward you promised me just now is enough for me to live happily for a few years. You know, on this damned surface,
No one knows what will happen in a few years. So I don't need other compensation, as long as you promise me a small request, I am happy to share everything about Archimedes with you. "Father Miro looked at Allen eagerly.
Allen frowned: "I hope I can satisfy you with this request, let's talk about it."
"It's very simple. I heard that Babylon is a paradise on earth. So you see, if you can let me live in heaven, I can tell you anything you want to know!"
"Father, Babylon may not be heaven." Allen said, "But I can help with this."
In Alan's hand, there are still 15 places to designate surface residents to emigrate to Babylon. That was one of the rewards for winning the death ring, but the number of places was limited, and Alan didn't want to waste it casually, so he asked again: "But you have to tell me what you are good at, Babylon does not support idlers."
"As you can see, I am a priest. It is my responsibility to spread the Gospel of the Lord and lead His people to fall into His arms, and it is also what I am best at." Father Miro even turned around and opened his arms road.
Allen shook his head: "That's not enough. I don't think there will be a shortage of priests like priests."
Father Miro's expression changed. He walked back and forth a few times, and finally stopped and said, "Well, I'm still a military doctor. I used to be, but I'm not the kind of doctor who treats physical wounds. I healed, It's a mental trauma."
"Is also a psychological consultant with the army?" Allen nodded: "Okay, barely qualified. But now you..."
"Damn it, I just drank a little, and they said I was drunk and doubted my qualifications, and finally kicked me out of the army." Father Miro said angrily, "Otherwise, I wouldn't be a priest." .But anyway, the two professions still have something in common, don’t they?”
"That's it. I'll go back to Babylon tomorrow. But I need some necessary procedures to take you to Babylon. It will take a few days." Alan paused, and said: "I have to warn you , Father. If I find out in the future that everything you said to me is not the truth, as I said before, you will find that Babylon may not be heaven. If necessary, it can also become hell."
Father Miro laughed and said, "Of course."
Allen walked towards the door.
"Wait a moment, please," Father Miro called.
Allen turned back, and the priest said seriously: "It's getting late, I suggest you leave tomorrow. However, there is no hotel in the town, and there is a small attic next to the church bell tower. I can pack it up and live there. It should be no problem to rest for a night. .The important thing is that Archimedes lived there, didn't know you..."
"Then trouble you to clean it up for me." Allen said.
Father Miro's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile on his face, "Then you won't be stingy to pay me some boarding fees, will you?"
This old guy who loves money! Allen couldn't help cursing secretly in his heart.
Babylon is brightly lit at night.
Golden Wing Avenue and William Avenue intersect at Liming Square. These two main roads divide the central city into four large areas and 16 small blocks. The area around Dawn Square is undoubtedly the most prosperous area in the central city. Near Dawn Square, there are landmark buildings such as the Bundestag, Golden Eagle Commercial Building, Goliath Building and Venus Hotel.
radiate from it
What came here was a large number of buildings, a huge transportation network, bustling streets, and various large-scale public facilities. Even under the darkness of night, the street lamps on both sides of the street, the neon lights of the high-rise buildings, and the streamers of various colors in the busy traffic make Babylon under the night look like a colorful ukiyo-e, showing a prosperous atmosphere everywhere.
Residents of Babylon are proud of living on floating islands.
Guman is no exception.
He is a black man, even though the federal government had slogans such as "elimination of racial and color discrimination" at the beginning of its establishment. But in fact, it is still difficult for black people to hold high-level positions in the huge and complex administrative network of the federal government. There are really not many surface prosecutors like Guman who can become an administrative region. Guman usually works on the surface, but now that Christmas is less than ten days away, he is naturally allowed to return to Babylon to reunite with his family and welcome the arrival of the new year together.
In the afternoon, he had already returned to Babylon on the transport airship, and in the evening he attended an important bureaucratic banquet. At this moment, when I returned to my home in the 11th street, I was very tired. The empathetic wife had asked someone to set up hot water, and after taking a bath, Guman called out casually, "Where's my bathrobe?"
The figure outside the bathroom swayed, and a maid came in holding a bathrobe: "Sir, what you want."
"Let's put it down." Guman glanced at the maid, who was very young, about sixteen or seventeen years old. The chestnut-colored hair is dignifiedly placed on the back of the head, and the youthful face makes Guman feel that he is no longer young.
"Are you new here?"
The prosecutor is not a nobleman, so naturally he can't afford a housekeeper and hordes of servants. There is only one maid in Guman's family, but it is a woman in her thirties, not the young girl in front of her.
The girl nodded and said: "Ms. Willie is sick, the hostess asked her to rest for a few days, and I will temporarily replace her to work."
"Understood, you go out." Guman waved his hand.
As he put on his bathrobe, the image of the young maid kept lingering in Guman's mind. Such a young body is like a flame, Guman groaned in his mind.
He walked out in his bathrobe and came to the study. The temperature of the room is moderate, and there is already a cup of coffee with hot smoke on the table. Guman secretly praised, this little maid is much smarter than Willy in her work.
I don't know if she is more powerful than Willy in sex? Guman thought, and then sat down at the desk. His job is not just as simple as a surface prosecutor, he is also a middleman, a role to convey certain instructions for the big shots above. Just like not long ago, the armed force cultivated by an adult on the surface was secretly attacked. When Guman got the news, because of time constraints, it was too late to notify his superiors, so he could only send the news to the surface immediately.
It's a pity that the armed forces were still handed over. And the one who brought down this surface army was another big man who no one could afford to offend, so Guman's superiors could only bear with it, but took their anger out on the prosecutor.
Recalling the neglect he received at the banquet just now, Guman couldn't help tightening his bathrobe. Maybe I have to write a secret letter to my boss, after all, it is not my fault this time.
The light stretched Guman's shadow on the ground for a long time, but Guman didn't notice that his own shadow on the ground suddenly distorted.
(end of this chapter)