Chapter Five Hundred and Sixty Second Past Events

Lucy finally asked for a stack of drawing paper that couldn't see the doorway. Her Royal Highness said that she had nothing to do, so she happened to study these "graffiti" of Vera. Alan knew that she cared about him, so he didn't point it out, but the coming and going of the eyes between the two became a little softer. Seeing this, Adele wrinkled her nostrils and snorted, then left the restaurant on the grounds of gun practice.

Everyone dispersed, and Beth Keld wanted to go to the academy to see if he could leave some assassination skills in the combat technique guidance; Edward wanted to immediately carry out the work of forging identities, which required a lot of Manpower must spread their fabricated identities widely. Human memory is wonderful, if it is emphasized again and again. Then even a non-existent event will become some kind of "fact" in people's memory.

That's the effect Edward wants when someone investigates their origins. It might be suspicious to hear ten people say the same answer. But if hundreds or thousands of people say that. Then even if these identities are false, they become facts.

It's just that such "truth" needs time to ferment, but fortunately, they still have time.

Father Miro was then the only idler in the restaurant.

Allen patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go to the church."

Today is not Monday, and it is still afternoon, but there are still a few believers in and out of the church. On the way, Miro had already made a simple report to Allen. Now the church has more than ten thousand believers, some of whom are nobles or officials. This group of people is Miro's focus to win over, and they have also made great contributions to the church. Undoubtedly, in terms of the spread of the church, the role that dignitaries and dignitaries can play is indeed much more influential than ordinary people.

Moreover, the materials they donated also played a vital role in the establishment of the Crusades. Of course, the power of ordinary people cannot be ignored. Miro knew this very well. Ordinary believers were the foundation of the church. If there was no foundation stone, the church would only crumble. So every month, Miro designated a few specific days as church activity days. During the event day, Miro would donate part of the materials to those families in the territory who were living in difficulties, thus establishing a tall and glorious image for the church.

A bright image is important. On the way, Milo has emphasized this point more than once.

The windows of the cathedral are still bright, and the bright afternoon sun falls on the stained glass of the church, refracting colorful halos and painting the church with a layer of sacred color. In the church, the crucifix of Jesus stands tall, so that everyone who enters the church can see it immediately. The statue shows the mercy of God to people in a vivid way, reminding the church that the spirit lies in dedication and sacrifice.

This is a subtle process, through the dissemination of church personnel, and even the activities of the church, as well as the hints of statues and paintings, so that belief can be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. And mastering the heart is equivalent to mastering the world.

After Milo entered the church, he put on a dignified look, which made Allen shake his head inwardly. The priest first went to the pulpit and prayed devoutly to the statue before returning to Alan's side.

Allen sat quietly in a row of unoccupied seats, looking up at the statue in front of him, without saying a word for a long time.

It wasn't until Mi coughed that Allen suddenly said, "Father, have you heard Archimedes mention the Road of Burning Blood?"

(This chapter is not over, please turn the page) "What road?" Milo was a little distracted at first, but suddenly thought of something and said, "You mean the road of burning blood? How do you know the road of burning blood!"

His tone was shocked, and his voice echoed in the huge church, causing several believers and nuns to cast puzzled eyes at him. Milo smiled quickly, sat back in an impeccable posture, and then lowered his voice and said, "Master Allen, have you started the road of burning blood?"

Allen narrowed his eyes and said, "It seems that you do know something, but I'm curious, why have you never mentioned such an important matter before?"

Milo didn't avoid his gaze, but sighed and said, "Because your father said that he would never let this kind of fate happen to his offspring. It's just that judging from now, he doesn't seem to have succeeded."

"real?"

"It's true!" Milo affirmed.

"So about Archimedes and the Road of Burning Blood, do you have anything to tell me?" Allen's voice was very soft, like the wind blowing from the lake, which did not make people feel strange at all. But his fingers trembled slightly.

Milo raised his head, looked at the statue in the church, and said, "Speaking of which, that happened the second time I saw Archimedes. I remember that year, when I spent a night trembling in a storm, in the The next day I found the ceiling of my poor little church had collapsed..."

As he spoke, Milo seemed to feel that the air around him was getting humid, just like that heart-wrenching morning. When he came to the church, looking at the stagnant water on the ground and the statue of Jesus leaning on the ground, Milo felt as if his heart was being pierced by a knife. He could even calculate how much it would cost to restore the ceiling, the statues, and clear the water. Of course, if this is a well-known church, soliciting donations from believers is not a big problem. Those lovely people are always happy to give generously, but damn, it's just a church in a run-down town.

The important thing is that the town's believers are far from pious. So the priest could foresee that the little money he had saved with great difficulty would probably have to be spent. This was an extremely painful thing for him, and it was like watching his beloved marry another man. If the priest also has someone he likes.

But the church cannot be left alone, after all, this is where he lives. And if there's no church, how can he mess with the old things in town. Although they can't be called pious, they can sometimes be tricked, no, by donating some property.

So the heartache was heartache, and Father Miro still took out his only savings. He walked out of the church and planned to go to the town to call the damn carpenter, but the priest saw him as soon as he got out of the church. Archimedes, a man as majestic as a mountain, lay covered in blood in a small flowerbed outside the church. The blood on his body had dyed the flowers and plants damaged by the wind and rain into a mournful red.

Father Miro turned pale, and wanted to kick this drunk, credit-loving, tasteless man who always caused a lot of trouble out of the church. But considering Archimedes isn't dead, if he wakes up and finds himself treated that way. He would probably take his own head off when he got angry, so Father Miro could only curse while dragging the bloody man into the church with great difficulty.

It was after noon when Archimedes woke up, and the first thing the priest did when he woke up was to tell

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Tell him how much medicine and gauze he used. The important thing is that these things all cost money! On the point of money, the priest will never give in, even if Archimedes wants to kill him, he will not underestimate the report. In his words, money is as sacred as grace!

"Damn it, Milo. I'm having a terrible headache right now, can you please stop reporting it to me. Anyway, no matter how much it is, I will always pay you back." Archimedes said while clutching his forehead. The man always looks carefree like this, he has even forgotten that he owed the priest the last drink and has not paid back.

Miro's face was as black as the sky before the heavy rain. In the end, he was sure that he could not squeeze a few coppers from the tattered Archimedes, so he gave up the great plan to ask him to pay back part of the debt first, and changed to And asked: "What are you doing? You are in such a mess, you almost got slaughtered by looking at you?"

"Indeed, I thought I was going to die this time." Archimedes grinned, that bearded smiling face looked heartless.

Milo said viciously: "It's really rare. A man like you was almost slaughtered. I can't help but want to meet this great man."

Archimedes' smile suddenly disappeared from his face: "Trust me, friend. He is not as kind as I am, and you definitely don't want to see him. My brother is not a good person. Wherever he appears, there are usually Dead people. Dead a lot of people!"

Miro said with a face as if he had swallowed a rotten egg: "A person like you actually has a brother, O Almighty God, how can you allow such a disaster to happen."

"Hey, don't make me look like a plague god!" Archimedes wanted to raise his hand to protest, but with this movement, the bandage was immediately stained with a blush under the priest's foot-holding bandage technique: "But maybe you are right That's right, we are like unlucky people who will bring disaster. But I didn't expect that guy to find him. Damn it, the road to burning blood is still open."

"What way?" the priest asked, moving his ears.

Archimedes waved his hand: "Don't ask me if you have any wine, Milo."

"Do you want to die? Bastard, I finally rescued you. If you want to die, just pay back the debt."

"Stop talking nonsense, I know you have wine. Bastard, I already smell the wine. Bring the wine, or I'll tear down this church!" Archimedes said in a rascally manner.

Milo was trembling with anger, and finally said: "You bastard, you will go to hell sooner or later."

Archimedes said disapprovingly, "I'm already in hell now, you idiot."

When a certain idiot reluctantly took out a bottle of vodka that he treasured, Archimedes snatched it as if he forgot his injury. He flicked the cork off the bottle with his thumb and took a sip, then sighed, "It's not great, but it's not bad to have this thing on the ground. Milo, where did you cheat this good thing from?"

"Stop talking nonsense, this bottle of wine will cost you a thousand yuan for a sip!" Milo screamed, because he saw that his collection had lost a quarter, and soon there would be two thirds left.

Archimedes' drinking capacity is not ordinary.

(Thanks to brother Xiang, Su in the flames of war, and other friends for their rewards and monthly tickets. If possible, please reward more red tickets and monthly tickets, hey~)

(end of this chapter)

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