In the dark, Philip dreamed of butterflies.

The butterfly glows and flies beneath the crimson sky. He slowly opened his eyes, the hilt of his sword carrying body heat, and he was gripping the ground tightly.

Heavy curtains hung in front of the window, blocking the blazing light from the window, and in the dimness he saw Colt's eyes, as if he hadn't slept for a long time, bloodshot, and his hair unkempt, like a beggar.

"What time is it? Philip asked.

"One o'clock in the afternoon. ”

"I've slept for so long. ”

Philip murmured softly, reached out, and pulled the curtain open, the sun shining on the old face, shining with tiredness and weakness, and the veins under the skin revealed a hint of dark green.

It was a ferocious poison that penetrated into the body, like a maggot on the tarsal bones.

For five days, since that attack on the iron wheel, the assassination of them has not stopped, and each time it has become more and more frenzied. Fortunately, they made a quick decision to switch from sea to land, otherwise they don't know how many mysterious killing machines are still hidden at sea.

It's a pity that the land route is also not easy to walk. The killers chased after each other as if they had smelled blood, and all kinds of methods emerged, either attacking, poisoning, or secretly attacking, and even a group of horse thieves charged directly after receiving the assistance of a large number of embargoed weapons......

Among them, there are many musicians who have no dignity, and the secret methods of various schools of thought cannot be guarded against. Two of the Blood-Clad Clergy had already died on the journey, and Philip didn't even know how one of them died.

By the time he realized something was wrong, the Assassin, disguised as a priest, had already stabbed the poisoned dagger into the back of his heart. Wounded by Philip, he led Colt out of the siege, and in the darkness of night and noise, they infiltrated the leylines and followed the underground river to here, and finally found a safe refuge.

Finally got a long-lost respite.

Faint footsteps approached, the door was quietly pushed open a crack, someone crept in, and the crisp sound of steel clashing sounded.

At that moment, Colt lifted his bloodshot pupils, reached out and pressed the dagger, pounced on the shadow, and reached out to hold him to the ground.

"What people!"

With a thud, the brass plate fell to the ground, and a few oatcakes fell to the ground, stained with dust.

The young man who was choked by the throat fell to the ground, and when he saw Colt's hideous expression, his face turned pale: "God, the priest asked me to deliver food." I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...... He said you were sleeping, so I don't want to disturb you......"

"I'm scared of you, kid, sorry. ”

Philip would climb up against the wall, lift the young man up, and reach out to dust his robes for him. Finally, he picked up the oatmeal bread from the ground, whispered a few words of prayer, and began to eat seriously, ignoring the dust on it.

Colt watched the young man flee in disarray, with bread in his hand, but did not eat:

"Are the people here trustworthy?"

In a few days on end, he had seen so many betrayals that even the most discerning apocalyptic musician could not determine where the truly deadly needle was hidden.

"Peace of mind. ”

Master Philip said: "The priest here is a priest who graduated from Trinity College in the Holy City, a devout believer, originally an ascetic, who came to this remote town four years ago to preach on a voluntary basis, and his loyalty to the Order is unquestionable.

There are only two people in this little church, him and his apprentice, and no one will know that we are here. ”

Colt didn't say anything, still skeptical, carefully picked up the corner of the curtain, and looked out the window at the dilapidated church, which had not been repaired for many years.

At the door of the church, the shabby-clad priest whispered a few words of encouragement to the weeping apprentice, picked up the canon, turned and hurried away.

Colt narrowed his eyes.

He went to give reading and writing classes to children in the neighborhood and raise money for the cost of renovating the church. ”

Philip seemed to know what was going on in his heart, and his voice was calm: "This is what I commanded him, everything is as usual, except for the daily water, as if we did not exist." ”

"The church is too broken......

"This is the direct territory of the Order, and it is protected by the bell tower, and no one can spy on the situation. Rest in peace, Colt, and we'll be on our way tomorrow morning. ”

Colt lowered the curtains and lay down in the corner behind the door, wrapped in a blanket, but could not sleep, his eyes irritated.

"Hasn't the Congregation of the Faith heard back yet?"

For several days, the news they sent to the Holy City was lost, and all the news seemed to be completely blocked, as if an invisible palm had snuffed out all the messages they sent for help, leaving them in a desperate situation, and then holding them into the palm of their hands little by little, and letting them die in a long suffocation.

Who could do something of this magnitude, Colt knew very well, and it was because of this that he was so panicked and ...... Resentment.

Teacher......

His fingernails dug into his palms, and his eyes were vicious: It must be you, Mr. Heisenberg. Who else but the School of Secrets can do this?

You really want me to die!

The sound of teeth snapping.

"Help is coming soon. ”

Master Philip chewed on the bitter oatmeal with a serene expression, and his hoarse voice woke him up: "Even if the Aether Sea is blocked, it doesn't mean that there is no other means of communication.

Rest assured, Colt, this is the last time I will comfort you. Although the Congregation of the Doctrine of the Faith is not as good as it used to be, it does not allow anyone to underestimate it. ”

Before he could finish speaking, there was a knock on the door.

Colt's whole body tensed like a frightened bird, but Philip got up.

He opened the door, and outside it was a priest dressed in red, who came silently.

The middle-aged priest was armed with two unusually long swords, light armor under his robes, and the emblem of the hammer of judgment was engraved on the arm armor on the back of his hand. The face is plain, but the slender eyes seem to contain lightning, which makes people shudder.

"Teacher, I received your letter and rushed here. ”

He knelt on one knee and bowed his head, "I have brought all the members of the nearby mission, five Infernal Musicians, and sixteen Witches' Hammers, at your disposal. ”

Around the courtyard, the sword-wielding priests stood silently like stone statues. Several musicians are hidden in it, calm and restrained, but there is a fierce music theory like a purgatory verdict hidden in the shell.

They are all the trump cards hidden in the shadows of the Ministry of Faith and Reason, and they are the elite of one hundred.

Even a hundred years ago, such a team was enough to thoroughly clean and purify a cult of evil gods, erect layers of burns at the stake, and burn the entire sky red.

"See, Colt, don't regret it, you made the wisest choice. ”

Philip patted Colt on the shoulder: "The majesty of God is not to be taken lightly, and sinners will pay for what they have done." From today onwards, they will be your subordinates, sworn to defend your life to the death.

If the Secret Keeper can't give it to you, the Faith Department can give you more. From this day forward, your words and deeds will be holy!"

Silently, the Infernal Musicians and the Witches' Hammer knelt on the ground and respectfully saluted Colt.

Colt stared blankly at the priests and musicians kneeling before him, and after a long time, a smile appeared on his empty face, and he laughed, bowed his head to Master Philip, and kissed the emblem on his ring:

"All for the sake of the supreme god!"

His eyes were downcast, and his eyes were hollow like a furnace, fueled by resentment, resentment, and anger, and something terrible was burning.

In the courtyard of the carpenter's house, the sound of reading was over.

"That's it for today's literacy lesson, kids. ”

Fr. Luca closed the canon in his hand: "When you go back, please read the chapter you have explained again and copy it again." If you don't understand anything, you can stay and ask me. ”

The two-hour reading and writing class finally came to an end, and the playful children couldn't help but cheer and scatter. The priest couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the mess, bent down, picked up a broom from the corner of the yard, and began to clean up the debris from the ground.

After coming to the town for so many years, perhaps he did not have the talent of mission, and the number of believers did not increase much, let alone raise money for the renovation of the church. The people who came to take the children to the literacy classes were craftsmen or farmers, and they didn't have much money at all, and even the place where the classes were held was provided by the carpenter's family.

If this continues, the repair of the church may be far away.

He sighed, only to feel someone behind him tugging at the corner of his coat.

"Father. A childish voice sounded.

He turned around and saw the little boy holding the heavy canon, his eyes pure and curious, and he couldn't help but smile: "Little Mueller, haven't you left yet?

Little Muller scratched his head in embarrassment.

Father Luca smiled, pulled over a bench and sat down, and said softly: "The content of today's chapter may be a little complicated for children, and it is normal to not understand it. ”

The content of the reading and writing class comes from the sacred scriptures, and in order to avoid boring children, he will choose some interesting stories to tell them.

The content of today's lesson, the story of the resurrection of the sinner Lazarus by God's gift, is a bit difficult for adults to understand, let alone children.

Muller is his favorite of all the children in class, he is not noisy or noisy, he listens carefully and attentively, and he is attentive to his studies. He planned to train him as his own apprentice in a few more years.

In this way, one more apprentice in the church will make it easier for oneself. Therefore, it is natural to leave no stone unturned in teaching.

"Father, priest, why was Lazarus resurrected?"

Mueller asked curiously, "He has committed so many crimes." ”

"Because of God's mercy, child. ”

Father Luca bent down, stroked the child's forehead, and said kindly: "God loves the world, so even sinners can live."

After seeing hell, Lazarus knew the preciousness of life and the goodness of righteousness, and as long as he lived, he would atone for his mistakes. ”

"What about the good guys?"

Müller tilted his head to look at him and asked in confusion, "Can't a good man live?"

The priest was silent for a long time, and then smiled reluctantly: "After death, the good man will go to heaven." ”

"Paradise?" asked Mueller, confused.

"Yes, heaven. ”

The priest said: "Heaven is a place where there is no evil. ”

Mueller nodded as if he didn't understand, asked a few questions, and left.

Watching Müller leave, the priest sat down in his chair, silent for a long time, closed his eyes and prayed softly.

In the distance, hurried footsteps sounded.

"Father!

The apprentices in the church ran in breathlessly, sweating profusely, as if they were being chased by a pack of wolves, holding on to the door, panting violently, barely speechless.

"Fundraising, our fundraiser ......"

"What happened to the fundraiser?"

Father Luca sighed and said gently: "Everyone has a hard time, it's normal for no one to donate, and the more this time, the more we need to support each other......"

"No, it's not!"

The apprentice interrupted him and shoved a crumpled piece of paper into his hand: "This was given to us by a kind man just now...... He didn't even have a name!"

It was a check.

Father Luca looked at the cheque and was quickly taken aback by the string of numbers on it, from the 'Central Bank of Holy Asgard', the treasury of Asgard.

This is a bearer check. In other words, anyone with it can withdraw this exaggerated amount of money anytime, anywhere, without any obstacles.

Lukka, after confirming that he was not dreaming, fell into ecstasy, and happily held his apprentice like a child, laughing and jumping, and praying incoherently.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you

The apprentice couldn't help but shake his head:

"Father, with such money, it's enough to build another one......"

Rumble!

Before the words fell, there was a deafening roar.

The earth shook violently, and cracks cracked in the walls. In the midst of the storm, the dark clouds slowly rose from afar, like mushrooms, forming a huge umbrella cover.

In it, crimson flames rose from the ground, dotting the spectacle of destruction. But no one is in the mood to appreciate it.

"It's tragic, the whole church was razed to the ground by the leyline riot, but fortunately the priest and the apprentice were not there, and there were no casualties. ”

Outside the town, on a hill in the distance, a young man in a wheelchair put down his binoculars and sighed.

Behind him, his men handed the rest of the check to the man next to him.

"There is a boat waiting for you at the nearest pier, so go out to sea at once. The man in the wheelchair waved: "Go to the East, to the Southern Islands, to Tianzhu, wherever you go, you are not allowed to come back for ten years." ”

"It's ......"

The thin old man looked at the check in his hand, and his eyelids couldn't help jumping wildly: thirty percent more than he said!

He carefully clamped them and put them in his arms. Finally, with a flattering smile, he said goodbye: "Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Watson, and thank you to the great 'saint' Mr. Holmes!"

He praised and thanked him again and again for a long time, and finally left.

"'Saint' Holmes, is it a saint to give money?"

Watson touched his chin and groaned:

"He'll probably love the new nickname. (To be continued.) )