Clark Silva Avenue, 937, Professor Greer.

In the eyes of the newsboy, the elderly Mr. Professor in front of him looked a little strange in the past two days, in the past his health was not good, the newsboy often had to wait a minute or two when he knocked on the door, this old man with inconvenient legs and feet would appear in front of him, he would take away the newspaper that belonged to him, and at the same time would give the newsboy a tip.

But in the past two days, Mr. Professor's legs and feet have improved, and as soon as he hears a knock at the door, he appears in front of the newsboy as if he can fly, and at the same time takes away the newspaper that belongs to him, and the tip is gone.

A slot is three yuan a month, which is not much for Mr. Jiaoyuan, but for the newsboy, three yuan can allow his younger brothers to study.

It was very important, but the newsboy didn't dare to ask for it—his pride and his fear of the professor kept him from talking.

After this delivery, let's go to the dock to push the cart.

The young boy thought as he took off his newsboy hat and saluted the professor.

"Wait a minute." This time, the professor suddenly stopped him, and the old man's newsboy took out his wallet and pulled out six corners from it.

"In the last two days, I haven't tipped you, I can see your grievances and unwillingness from your face, but you didn't write your anger and unhappiness on your face, come, this is your tip, I heard that you have two younger brothers, this is a letter of recommendation for you and your younger brothers, take it, and go to the elementary school run by the Goddess of Harvest Church on Seventh Avenue every afternoon, which is funded by His Excellency Marin, and I have the right to recommend you to go."

"Thank you so much!" The newsboy had heard of the elementary school, but it was a pity that there were no believers in the goddess of harvest in their family - he and his brothers were not even ready to believe in anyone, his father died in the battle against chaos in his early years, and his mother had pneumonia last year, and he was cured of the disease, but the family was also ruined.

Thinking of this, the newsboy laughed happily: "Thank you, Mr. Professor, you, your kindness, I, I ......" Speaking of this, the newsboy cried.

The younger brothers can read, and he himself can go half-reading, and his mother always said that knowledge is power, and only knowledge can change this dilapidated home.

That's great.

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Professor Grell watched the newsboy bow back in five steps, he didn't stop the child's politeness, just watched as he finally disappeared into the far side of the street.

At this curfew, only these newsboys are the ones who tell everyone in the city that humanity is still the master of the city, not the damned chaos.

"Greel, you changed the fate of that child's family." The voice of the friend sounded behind Greer, and the old professor turned around with a smile, looking at his old friend, who had served the Church of Justice for decades, and now finally had time of their own, no, they had run all the way north from the Kingdom of Farol to his home.

Damn, do empty nesters still need to be so cold and violent now?

But for the sake of them curing their lameness...... Forget it, there are only three teenagers and girls left.

"Jack, my old friend, I'm just an old man who is almost too old to walk, you see, I have wondered more than once why Marin Gayat is not a believer in our Lord of Wisdom, he is so fond of knowledge, what a pity." Back in the living room, Grell looked at his old friend's wife, remembering that in the academy, he had pursued her, but she preferred his old friend, and fate played a very cruel joke on Greel.

The old lady was peeling apples for two old friends with a dagger, just as she had done before.

"Greel, you have to respect the faith of Lord Marin, if he wants to convert, I'm sure it won't be your turn to take the Lords of Wisdom to rob people."

The old lady's words hurt Greer very much, and although it was true that he had not said anything wrong, how could you say that, dear Lena, "But Lord Marin is indeed too wise, and he said that knowledge is power, which makes my old man have a deafening impression, you know, my old friend, that a young man like him should not hold a gun and a plow, that he should be a great sage, that he should light up the whole world with his wisdom." ”

"Greel, without guns and plows to protect your bare head, you're going to die in all sorts of accidents." With that, his old Lena handed him an apple.

"Ah, that's good, see, Jack, Lena's first apple." Just like when he was in the Church Academy, Grell showed off the apple in his hand to his old friend.

"It's been almost seventy years, Greel." His old friend leaned against the door frame and shook his head, and then the old man pulled out a cigarette case: "Seventy years, only we are left." ”

Grell also sighed that the words of his old friend seemed like a reminder to him, but in fact...... It's reminding him of himself.

"Don't be too yourself, my dear, at least we've got revenge done for our children." Lena said as she looked at her husband in front of her.

Grell smiled, he was a little envious of him and her, because he and she were the only couple in the entire school grade who survived until now.

Before today, Greer had seen too many lives and deaths, and just last month, he had just sent off another of his old friends, and at the last moment of his life, he did not look at Greer who was sitting at the head of the bed, but at the other side of the bed.

He smiled and greeted his long-deceased lover.

Father must have been confused.

His children said this, but they didn't think that Grell did see the young classmate.

Her spirit appeared in the room in the company of the Lord of Justice, and their mediocre children failed to sense it, and the only children of their grandchildren who could sense it failed to break through the illusion set by the Lord of Justice.

Grell watched his old friend pass away under the guidance of the Lord of Justice and his lover.

For the first time, an old man who has survived to the present day has faced up to this question - if I die, will someone come to pick me up?

Probably not, as a believer in the Lord of Wisdom, originally bewitched by the Tongue Bird, and finally escaped from the sea of suffering with the help of the Lord of Justice, Greel's soul has long been anchored, and at the moment of death, he will be transformed into a Chaos Demon.

Therefore, Grell would drink a bottle of holy water every day, so that he could shovel his young man without trouble after death.

If they turn to ashes, they won't be threatened.

With this in mind, Grell took a bite of the apple, the sweet apple was really good, sweeter than the apple in the South, I don't know where it came from, it seemed necessary to go to the church and order some more.

Lena had already cut the second one by this time, and she looked at her husband, only to see that he was looking at the street.

"Honey, what are you looking at?" She stood up and walked over to her husband, Grell followed, and the three of them, who were over two hundred and forty years old, saw a line of pedestrians.

No, a squad of officers with a young Mr. Marin Gayat.

Grell had seen a portrait of Marin, a legend who was too young, handsome, handsome, with a smile on his lips forever.

No one will understand how much the goddess of fate dotes on him, and she gives him everything that no one else in this world will have.

"It's Lord Marin, it looks like they have something to do." Lena said with a smile, her words making Grell a little wary, "You know him too?" ”

"Of course, I met when I was in Farol, and because of him, we were able to complete a revenge for my child." Liana said as she walked down the steps, "I'm going to meet this kid. ”

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When Marin noticed Old Lady Lina, she had already walked to the side of the road, not that Marin had lost her vigilance, but that the old lady was not wearing her action suit today, but like a real old man, wearing warm clothes and a shawl to protect her neck.

"Lady Lena, I really didn't expect you to be here." Marin smiled and took off his hat.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Marin, my husband and I came to see our old friend, and then we were stuck here, you are here, is there anything wrong with our side." After the old lady finished speaking, she smiled and looked behind her: "My husband and I can help you, as well as my friends. ”

"No need, ma'am, your time is over, and the next time is the time when we shed blood and sacrifice for this world." Marin smiled and shook his head, rejecting the lady's kindness, Marin noticed two old men who came over, Mrs. Lina's husband he naturally knew, and the other old friend who thought to be Mrs. Lady's mouth: "Good afternoon, old gentleman, you are ......"

"Greel, devotee of the Lord of Wisdom, it delights me to see you, but Mr. Marlin, I am not satisfied with what you just said, before your generation was born and our generation has grown old, we have long been accustomed to shedding blood for this world, so please do not let us warriors lose the opportunity to go to war."

Mr. Greer's words brought a smile to Marin's face.

"You're right, although you are old, you are still soldiers, you can still hold a gun, you can still see people, and even your sense of battle is far greater than that of these young police officers who follow me, but I still feel that it is a burden for me to bring you."

Because you are not legends, and for Marin Gayat, only a legendary assistant will not become a big trouble in the eyes of a legend.

"I'm sad, Mr. Marin, are you looking down on the vicarious punisher of our just church." Lady Lena's husband looked very unhappy.

Marin smiled at this.

"I'm sorry, old man, but I didn't mean you were a burden." Speaking of this, Marin smiled and looked around, "I really think that I can hang that new neighbor of Mr. Grell by myself. ”