The sound of arrival came from the loudspeakers, Port Molov, a name never heard before. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Qian Cangyi patted himself lightly on the collar and walked out of the carriage carrying a delicate black suitcase. Outside the car, the sun is blazing, and the bustling crowd comes and goes, and this is where he enters the world of cinema.

He looked back at the train behind him, a brand-new steam locomotive with its own name, Future. Although it was only a short stay in Port Molov, it attracted the attention of most of the children, and even some elegant gentlemen and their proud ladies.

The unusually cleanly dressed child came to Qian Cangyi's side at some point, and his shrewd eyes were fixed on the clothes on Qian Cang's body, as if he was comparing them with his own memories. The child had a common name - Bean.

"Excuse me, is it Father Marshall?"

Bean asked softly. He was dark-skinned, thin, and wore a black-gray cap on his head, and judging by his expression and movements, it was clear that the railway station in Port Molov was within the scope of his activities.

"Father Marshall is my role in 'The Treasure of the Burning Sea', and this kid came to me immediately after I got off the train, it must be the plot arrangement, I might as well follow him before the matter is clear."

With his thoughts settled, Qian Cangyi, or Marshall, lowered his head and asked.

"You are?"

"Just call me Bean, it's Father Hall who asked me to wait for you here." Bean reached out to take the box from Marshall's hand.

"This box is not light." Marshall didn't stop Bean and let go of his right hand.

"Mr. Priest, I'm not boasting, your box doesn't weigh at all." In order to prove his words, Bean held the black box in his hand above his head, and even had a show off look on his face.

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After all the passengers in Port Molov had disembarked, the Future once again embarked on its long-scheduled journey.

"Come with me, we've got a carriage for you, and the coachman Hale has the best skills in Port Molov, you know? If he wanted to, he would even be able to reach the Church of the Morning Star in ten minutes. Bean held the box in both hands and tried to clear the way for Marshall in the crowd.

"I'm in luck." Marshall followed Beane, unhurried.

Knock -

A dull bell came from the bell tower, startling several white doves.

On the clean streets, horse-drawn carriages are neatly parked on the side of the road, like a line of soldiers.

The coachman waited anxiously for every potential customer, but there was only one carriage that stood out from the crowd and had nothing to do: Haile, who was waiting for Marshall. He was a red-haired young man, with a confident smile on his lips and a hideous scar on his neck.

"Hale, this is Father Marshall." Bean placed the black box on the ground, then reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Oh, come up!" Haile whipped up his horse, ready to go.

"Mr. Priest, Haile will send you to the Morning Star Church safely, please don't worry." Bean smiled at Marshall, "I won't be with you." ”

"Thank you, Bean." Marshall pulled two silver coins out of his pocket and handed them to Bean.

This action was seen by Haier, and when he saw the two silver coins, his eyes lit up, and his previous laziness was swept away, and his whole body was full of vitality.

"Mr. Priest, it's time for us to go, Father Hall may be waiting for you to have dinner with you." Haier urged.

"Okay." Marshall took his suitcase and sat in the carriage.

In the envious eyes of his peers, Haier raised the horsewhip in his hand and waved it hard.

Marshall put the black box at his feet and sat quietly in the carriage.

"This priest is so generous, I wonder how much he will tip me when I get to Morning Star Church? I don't know if there are five silver coins, I think there should be, maybe, I can complete the goal early today, Linda, wait for me. Haier's thoughts raced, and he raised his horsewhip again.

"Haier, don't be in such a hurry." Marshall's voice came from behind.

"But......" Haier hesitated.

"On that street, you almost hit two children under the age of ten and three old people who were about to cross the street. Love your neighbor as yourself. I can promise you that if you do as I ask and get to the Church of the Morning Star, I will give you a tip to your satisfaction. Marshall's voice was unhurried.

"Yes, Father." Haier will not get along with money, this is the principle he has always adhered to.

Amid the curses of passers-by, the carriage finally arrived safely at the Morning Star Church.

Marshall placed the promised silver coin in Hale's hand, and in the other party's words of gratitude, Marshall walked into the first stop of the trip, the Morning Star Church.

The Church of the Morning Star is characteristic of Gothic architecture, with a towering minaret, pointed arches, and stained glass painted with biblical stories on rose windows. Pointed vaults, flying buttresses and slender columns create a sense of lightness and slenderness, while the uplift lines and elongated glass give a solemn feel to the Lord's palace. Viewed from above, the Church of the Morning Star has a Latin cross in plan, with two towering towers symmetrically distributed at the short end door of the cross.

Stepping into the Church of the Morning Star, bluestone and marble are delicately arranged together under the exquisite masonry.

Ahead, a man in a black priest's robe holds a Bible to his chest in one hand, and in the time when no one disturbs him, he looks up at the long stained glass above, indulging in faith.

Marshall's footsteps woke him up.

"Hall, you're a lot older." Marshall stopped.

"Oh, my old friend, you're here at last." Hall held out his hands and gave Marshall a hug.

"What is it that worries you so much? What happened? Marshall's brow furrowed.

"Alas!" Hall sighed, and there was another wrinkle on his forehead, "It's not convenient here, you come with me." ”

With that, Hall walked towards the side door, and Marshall followed closely behind him.

Passing through the chapel, the two arrived at Hall's bedroom, and when Marshall entered, Hall looked out the door to make sure there was no one, and then closed the door gently.

He placed the Bible lightly on his desk, then stooped down and pulled out a thin black booklet from a drawer.

"Marshall, what do you look at here?" Hall reached out and invited Marshall.

Marshall approached the desk, unable to take his eyes off the black pamphlet even if Hall had not left it alone, and in the dim light it was written the words "Virdra Manuscript".

"What is this?" Marshall reached out to open the Veldra Manuscript, but Hall opened it with the Bible.

"Can't see it!" Hall seemed to be in a state of fear.