Surrounded by tall and green huma trees, there is an old stone church, which seems to have been unkempt enough to be cared for, and the surrounding lawn is a little cluttered with weeds.

It is the only church in the town of Nice, which teaches the villagers how to worship the Most High God, but in recent years, the mining of the mineral veins adjacent to the town has forced the townspeople who have lost their source of livelihood to relocate, so this place that was once contested by many priests has become unpopular.

As a result of the drastic decline in the number of residents, the number of people in the church has also been drastically reduced, and until now, only the old pastor Abraham, who has been ostracized for some reason, and Angelo, the underage acolyte, remain.

At the age of fifteen, Angelo was a beautiful girl with brilliant blond hair, fair skin and deep sapphire eyes that made her laugh like an angel, and she was standing beside the priest with a jar of boiled potion, wrinkling her cute little Joan's nose to show her disgust at the smell while carefully watching the healing process.

The tall but very thin Abraham was dressed in a gray priest's robe, his face was deeply wrinkled, his snow-white beard hung down to his chest, and a pair of slightly cloudy eyes looked at the nameless wounded man lying on the bed with pity, and after examining the other person's body back and forth several times with the palm of the old age spot, he slowly fed the medicinal juice into the mouth of the unconscious wounded.

After doing all this, he slowly stood up, pointed at Angelo, who was full of curiosity, and walked out of the room with a gentle step.

When he closed the door, Angelo, who couldn't bear it, immediately asked in a voice as pleasant as a lark: "Grandpa, how is he?" ”

In response to the question, Abraham smiled kindly, "Although he is seriously injured, his physique is very good, I believe that as long as he cultivates for a period of time, he will be able to recover completely, and he will be able to wake up about tomorrow, okay, we should pray every day." ”

"Oh......"

Blood, crimson blood, warm and smelly blood, came like a tidal wave, there were so many of them, almost overwhelming, as if the whole world was them, only them!

Xia Dong, who was involuntarily swept into the sea of blood, struggled in vain, and could only be carried back and forth by this huge force with all his strength, and finally surfaced on the sea, suddenly, a cold palm appeared, it grabbed his ankle and tried hard to pull himself down, and the frightened Xia Dong hurriedly kicked his feet, but more and more arms appeared, entangled and pulled himself.

Xia Dong, who was powerless to resist, was suddenly pulled into the blood by the whole person, and in his red vision, he suddenly saw faces, and his pupils suddenly shrank, this is the beggar he once killed!

Looking around, countless resentful and bitter faces appeared one by one, and they all died in their own hands......

"Ahh With a shout, Xia Dong sat up suddenly, everything in the dream disappeared in an instant, and there was only an empty room in front of him.

Taking a few heavy breaths to calm his rapidly heaving chest, he looked up blankly, and the sunlight shining through the small window high in the stone wall made him can't help but reach out to cover his eyes, feel the warmth of his palm, he gradually broke away from his fear, and memories began to emerge.

Am I being saved? Finally escaping that terrifying monster? But where is this?

I still have to send a letter myself!

"Squeak" The old wooden door made a screeching noise, and a tall figure pushed the door open and walked in, "Are you awake?" It seems that your constitution is a lot stronger than I thought, well, Angelo, you go cook some broth, he needs this now. There seemed to be some strange strength in the old voice, which made Xia Dong's heart unconsciously calm down.

"Oh!" With a crisp voice in response, a slender figure jumped outside the door a few times, and then quickly left.

"Young man, how are you, are you feeling okay?" The figure approached, and the old man, who looked quite similar to Gandalf in the movie, appeared in front of Xia Dong, which made him couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

"What's wrong?" Looking at his expression, the old man asked suspiciously.

"Oh, it's nothing, well, thank you for saving me, my name is Chardon, where is this?" Xia Dong gently thanked the old man and then asked his own question.

"I am a servant of the Most High God, Abraham, and this is the church in the town of Nice." Abraham pulled over a wooden chair and sat down in front of it.

Nice Town? Xia Dong had never heard of this place, how could he know where this was, he hurriedly asked again, "How far is this place from Dalpa City?" ”

The old priest Abraham thought for a moment, "Darpa? Dalpa in the Kingdom of Fairmont? The walk takes about twenty days, are you from Dalpa? ”

Twenty days? So far?

Then when I deliver the letter, it is estimated that the distant fortress has already fallen, who else can I save? Wait, how did you suddenly run so far away? And what did the old man mean in his words just now?

"This isn't the Fairmont Kingdom?" Xia Dong was a little incredulous, he was just jumping off a cliff, so he didn't need to be so mysterious, right? It's okay if you don't give it an adventure, but don't give your brother a long-distance rafting!

Hearing the uncertainty in his heart, Abraham smiled comfortingly, "This is the Duchy of Delima, although I don't know where you came from, but one thing is certain, the Supreme Three Gods are protecting you, so you can reach the town of Nice safely." ”

Xia Dong stretched out his hand and rubbed his face vigorously, he couldn't tell what his mood was.

There was guilt for failing to deliver the letter to the location in time, for failing to save Viscount Calle and the distant fortress, for failing to reduce the possible harm to civilians; There was frustration because he failed to fulfill his promise; There is also depression, because he probably lost the opportunity to get the estate; There is also a hint of relaxation, since you don't have to send a letter, then you don't have to face the terrifying pursuit of that monster, right?

It can be proved that this trace of ease made him secretly hate himself, hate his cowardice and hypocrisy, and hate his incompetence!

Sensing the depression and confusion in Xia Dong's heart, Abraham stood up gently, leaving space for the other party to stay quiet for a while, he knew that what Xia Dong needed most at this time was not comfort, but quiet.

Gently bringing the door to the door, he saw Angelo coming with a pottery bowl, shook his head at the other party slightly, and then led her to sit down on the stone bench in the garden.

The inexplicable Angelo said crisply: "Grandpa, why don't you let me send soup in, didn't you say that he needs this?" ”

Looking at the innocent little girl, Abraham smiled and replied, "Because he needs more rest now, he is too weak." ”

"But isn't he awake?" The little girl didn't seem to understand.

Abraham smiled and continued to explain, "But just because you're awake doesn't mean you don't need to rest. ”