One afternoon in the autumn of 1881, in the Cupid steam factory, Francis, wearing a white vest, sweated profusely repairing the malfunction of steam equipment.

In his original life, he was a senior engineer in a mechanical direction who had just been fired, but after coming to this world, he unexpectedly found that he was very compatible, full of steam steel, and the place full of steampunk style didn't seem so bad.

Although it was hard, he was happy to build his own steel creation - until a man in a black suit approached him just now.

"Are you Mr. Francis?"

Francis paused for a moment and nodded in the affirmative.

"I'm the pastor of the church, congratulations, someone has left you the inheritance of the Third Church of the Messiah."

Strange, what's going on.

Seeing Francis's puzzled expression, the priest gently took off his hat and smiled very mysteriously; "Forgive me, I was told I couldn't say who it was, but I thought you could come with me to see it when you're done repairing this 'big guy'!"

After that, the priest looked at the super-airship parked in the factory, and it was hard to imagine that this young man was dealing with such a huge thing alone.

Francis shrugged and agreed to the priest.

While he was repairing, he wondered what kind of person would leave a church for someone else, and the more he thought about it, the more wrong it became.

He said with his back to the priest; "I won't ask who it is, but I want to know why the heir is me."

A young man who seems to others to have a little bit of a bright head in the factory is not at the same level as the church and the church tower.

The priest did not answer directly, but leaned over the airship and promised a condition that Francis could not refuse;

The church may be a bit broken, but it has thousands of hectares of self-governing land, and if he could, he would have his own steam factory on that land.

Francis was tempted, but he was no fool, and put aside his oil-stained gloves and said to the priest; "There is no pie in the sky, what is the cost?"

At last he came to the heart of the discussion, and the young man, who was much wiser than the pastor had imagined, sighed; "You know, there's not just this cold steel in this world. And also...... Something else, something extraordinary beyond your imagination. ”

After thinking about it for a while, the pastor finally pointed out the topic;

He took a few steps back, stretched out his arms and shouted loudly and feverishly;

"Mr. Francis! Seven incredible children, plus twelve bottles of extraordinarily derived base potions, a thousand hectares of monster-filled woods! Heaven, my sir, no one will refuse! ”

Base Potion, the Church's top-secret recipe potion, the starting point for extraordinary powers, something that none of the seven kings of this world can get.

Monsters, plus the care of seven orphans, Priest Fester utters the craziest words of the entire century with the most fervent feelings.

Francis frowned; "The church is all crazy people like you, the world is not finished."

Priest Pfister still maintained that posture and said with a smile; "It's better to have faith in the world."

Francis, who was frowning higher than the sky just now, turned to a grin, approached the priest and whispered;

"If you promise me, I'll have a factory..."

Before he could finish speaking, the priest interrupted Francis with a determined look - "No problem, my child. ”

After a brief silence, the two madmen smiled at each other and came to an agreement.

Francis laughed at thinking that he saw the price, and the pastor laughed at the young man after all, and it was better to be fooled.

Pfister, who has been in the church for more than 20 years, knows very well that the conditions that can be offered are not conditions, and always remember to ask yourself if you really understand it before agreeing.

A few hours later, the two of them arrived in the meadow of the Messiah Church in a church airship, and Francis was able to get a good view of the towering building in front of him.

It's more like a medieval castle than a church, but in many places the skin has weathered and is indeed a little broken.

"Four-story enveloping mansion, if you renovate it, you'll know how beautiful this thing is." Pfister pushed open the door as he introduced, and as soon as it opened, a child's voice could be heard upstairs.

Retro décor, there is also a fireplace in the lobby and spiral staircases on both sides.

After taking Francis for a lookaround, Pfister handed him a heavy string of keys; "From this day forward, you are the man here. Oh, and don't open the fourth room from the left on the third floor, where the extraordinary objects are always trying to kill you. ”

With all that, Pfister departed, leaving a word when he reached the door; "Good luck, Mr. Francis!"

Strange man, Francis sighed in his heart.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps on the stairs, and Francis looked up to see several children secretly watching him from the stairs.

The youngest was only eight years old, and the oldest could be sixteen.

"Where's Pastor Pfister?"

The youngest girl came up to her and asked, and Francis crouched down and replied softly; "He's back to church, and I'll take care of you later—what's your name?"

The little girl smiled with a very cute smile, "Elsa! ”

Francis touched Elsa's little head, "I heard Pfister say that there is a room on the third floor that is dangerous, don't go near it." ”

Aisha shook her head and said in a childish voice; "No, there's always something strange in that room at night, and we don't dare to approach it."

After Aisha finished speaking, the children next to her nodded frequently, and Francis slowly stood up and deliberately comforted them in a braggadocio tone; "Well, don't be afraid from tonight, because the bravest man in the world is here."

The first rule of childcare is to make them feel safe.

Sending most of the children back to the second floor, Francis alone called the eldest child out with a pile of planks and asked him to help seal the corridor on the left side of the third floor.

The child was very helpful and planned to help Francis before he even spoke.

One big and one small, work is always inevitable with small talk, Francis said first; "You're very brave, there seem to be a lot of things in the woods over there that can hurt people."

The child responded; "Pastor Pfister never let us out, he said the mansion itself would protect us."

"What about the food, I don't see any other adults here."

"Pastor Pfister would risk his life to bring us every day, and I would take care of cooking for everyone... The church never cared about us, and we are all grateful to Pastor Pfister and for your willingness to take care of the seven of us in the future. ”

Francis finished sealing the last plank, looked at the strong child in front of him, patted him on the shoulder, and said; "It's okay, I'll take care of you."

Most of the bravest people in the world are probably not Francis, but perhaps this child who dared to stand up to protect everyone at the age of sixteen.