The night was already deep, and the interior of Joan of Arc was soaked in the darkness, except for the faint light of the ever-bright lamp dancing in front of the crucifixion of Jesus. The statue of Jesus on the cross was pierced by huge iron nails, and his head hung limply to one side, although there was the light of the fire, but his deep eyes were still shrouded in darkness, and from a distance, they looked like two black caves on a pale face......

This is supposed to be the time when everyone sleeps peacefully, but there is still a thin figure kneeling in front of the cross, holding hands together, and praying silently with beautiful eyes closed. The original white dress of the probationary nun was gilded by candlelight, like a veil that God had put on her hand, and the girl sat quietly on her knees, like an angel trying to protect the earth.

I don't know how many times I had said the prayer vows, but Elizabeth still had a clear worry on her face. She had prayed to God countless times these days, but the old man, who was as loving as a father, was still fading like a candle in the wind.

"Have mercy on the world, O God. Elizabeth said pleadingly, and the moment her eyes opened, the sorrow that seemed to be in essence turned into crystal tears across her face. She looked up at the god of light and darkness, as if she was expecting something, but the statue of the cross still bowed its head, and its face was neither sad nor joyful.

The sound of the rain outside the window was much smaller than at the beginning, and the church at night was cold and heavy, blending with her small sadness.

There is one more person who does not have a rest in such a night. Christian climbed out of bed and stared at Elizabeth with one eye through the small hole that had been secretly carved in the attic. There was a strange sparkle in his eyes, like a thief facing gold...... He had been spying on it for days, and every night Elizabeth would pray there alone, and as for whom she prayed, she could think of it on her toes.

Christian was a little annoyed, a half-dead old man occupied Elizabeth's heart, and he himself was like a rat stealing food, enduring the desire to survive in the dark...... His mutilated palm pressed against his forehead, as if to press the anger and jealousy that raged like poisonous fire.

If only it weren't for that damn old man.

But he quickly shook his head, now he "earned" not enough money, if the old man died, his own way out would be in question. Thinking of this, Christian sat on the ground a little decadently, his dark eyes flickering in the darkness from time to time.

...... Boundless flames burned from all sides, and the hot air mixed with choking smoke made it impossible to open one's eyes. He leaned down as much as he could, looking for an exit in the fire. He still had something on his shoulder, no, it was a man, his chest pierced by a broken spear, blood gushing from his mouth and body.

He trudged through the flames with his sword, as if looking for light in hell. Wood and stone, scorched by the flames, fell from the top of their heads, grazing the scarred bodies of the two men. The clothes on his body were soaked with hot and humid liquid, I don't know if it was sweat or each other's blood, he didn't dare to think about it, he couldn't think about it, the only thing he wanted now was to get out of this damn place!

"Leave me alone, Sebas. The man on his shoulder said with difficulty, and every time the man spoke, blood foamed from the corner of his mouth, "You should know, even if you take me out...... There's no way I'm going to live. ”

"Shut up. "He knows how heavy the man's injuries are, but the man isn't dead yet, is he?

Those were one of his few friends.

The flames scorched the bodies of the two, and at the same time scorched the wills of the two. The man had already fainted due to excessive blood loss, and he could only drag the man by the collar in the fire because of his physical exhaustion......

"Hurry, hurry. He gritted his teeth as he walked through the heat of purgatory, trying his best to maintain his awareness of the danger of spreading. He can't fall yet, if he falls now, those two will really die. A hint of coolness suddenly drifted across his face, and if it wasn't an illusion in this high-temperature furnace, what could it be? Thinking of this, he dragged the man frantically in the direction of the cool air.

"Bastard, see, I said I could take you out. When we get out, we'll be able to open another bottle of wine to celebrate, no, no, no, we have to heal you first, bastard, and then you'll be on the hospital bed watching me drink in the bar hahaha......" He was talking nonsense with blood-red eyes, like a mad lion.

The black hole is closer, and even if you stand in the middle of the fire, you can feel the coolness brought by the huge temperature difference. The last few steps, he took a desperate step, but there was a huge force behind him, his body rolled uncontrollably out of the fire, and then he saw the most unforgettable scene of his life: the man's hands were still stretched forward, his silver hair danced in the air, the man's face had a smile that had let go of everything, and then, the entrance to the cave was instantly blocked by burning wooden pillars and crumbling stones......

The priest woke up from his dream, his clothes already soaked with sweat. His body was extremely hot, but his palms were cold. Beside him sat Norma, Elizabeth stood nervously to the side, and Christian in the doorway looked in with an inexplicable meaning.

"Why are you here?" asked Father Sebas, looking at the woman's somewhat indifferent face, with a wry smile.

"Some people say you're dying, I'll see if it's true, and by the way, consider attending your funeral. ”

"Aunt Norma, please don't say that. Elizabeth whispered beside her.

Norma turned around and touched Elizabeth's tender little face lovingly, and smiled helplessly: "Okay, I know, but ......" As she spoke, her words suddenly changed: "If you really want to live, don't waste your life at will, otherwise you will not only delay yourself, but also trouble others, this kind of person is the most annoying, isn't it." ”

The priest seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't speak.

"Elizabeth, you go out first, I'm going to help this old fellow heal. Also, after a while he came in with a towel and cold water, he had a fever. ”

Elizabeth nodded, then glanced at her father with pity and walked out of the room.

"This time...... I'm bothering you again. The priest said apologetically.

"Very well, the wound is already inflamed, and if you continue to drink your damn wine, you won't have a chance to trouble me again soon. When Elizabeth went out, Norma reverted to her cold appearance. She cut the bandages around the priest with scissors, cleaned the inflamed wounds, and then wrapped new ones. Perhaps because of her displeasure, her movements were a little rough, which made the priest grin.

"Yes, and the pain, so it seems that you can still harm others for a while......"

After treating the priest's wounds and putting a towel on him to cool his temperature, Norma packed up her things and left with Elizabeth by her side. Before leaving, she poured all the priest's wine into the toilet, and in front of him.

Thankfully, she didn't know that there were the most important bottles of wine in the room. The priest wiped his cold sweat and said in his heart, those bottles of wine meant a lot to him, even if he was bled out, he couldn't give them up, "Old friend, if you could survive back then, I wouldn't have hidden those bottles of wine until now......"