Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 154: Priest

"Ellen has never seen her father, has she?"

Windsor Belo suddenly asked.

Ellen looked at her doubtfully. Under the moonlight, Marshal Greed didn't know if it was because of the night. She seemed to be different from the day. He retracted his sharpness and added a trace of gentleness.

"No, he left my mother behind before I was born." Alan shook his head.

Windsor Belo found a clean spot near the lake and sat down. She took off her hat and let her purple hair fly. His hair rose and fell, and Alan seemed to see an ocean of lavender. The night breeze sent Windsor Belo's orchid-like hair into Alan's nose. The female marshal patted the ground beside her and said, "Sit down. Don't be so formal."

Alan carefully sat down beside her and turned to look at her. Windsor Belo raised her head to look at the night sky, leaving him with a shocking profile.

He hurriedly lowered his head. Neither of them spoke. After a while, Alan coughed dryly and said, "Teacher's father, what kind of person is he?"

"If it was my current father, then every time I saw him, I would have to endure so much hardship that I wouldn't let myself kill him."

Windsor Belo's words were astonishing, and Alan looked at her in surprise.

'"He was my stepfather. When my mother remarried and I was young, he thought about how to get me into bed. Of course, after I lit the fire at the age of six, I didn't dare to do that again. I thought about how to get rid of me as soon as possible." Windsor Belo gently moved her fingers, and the purple flames between her fingers leapt, forming a circle of light that emitted a crackling sound.

Alan tilted his body slightly, trying not to touch the spins of light.

Those were all Origin Energy vortexes, and the smallest one of them was enough to explode his skin and flesh.

"As for my biological father, I was only five years old when he died. I really want to try to remember him, but unfortunately, I can't remember his appearance any more." Windsor Belo's gaze turned gentle. She bent her long legs and hugged her knees with both hands. Her chin rested on her knees and her eyes lowered. At this moment, Windsor Belo's edge was completely restrained. She looked at the frozen lake like any ordinary girl who missed her family.

"I can only vaguely remember that he has a beard. His hands are very warm and rough. But when he holds me, I will feel at ease. Because I know that he will protect me. Until he dies, only I will be able to protect myself "

Hearing these words, Alan had an indescribable feeling in his heart. Windsor Belo suddenly put her hat back on top of her head and pulled her tongue down slightly, covering half of her face. She stood up and said, "I'm sleepy. You should go to bed early. I'll send someone to take you to the garrison base tomorrow morning."

Leaving Alan with a bleak back, Windsor Belo left the lake and went into her tent.

Alan looked at the ice on the lake. The ice was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting his reflection.

Windsor Belo's father died young, but at least he still had some memories of his father, but he had no idea what kind of man his father Archimedes was. Perhaps this answer will be revealed tomorrow.

The next day, Windsor Belo wrote a letter to Ellen and had him sent to the base of the Third District Garrison. He brought the others back to Babylon and arrived at the military base. After seeing Windsor Belo's letter, the military commander appointed a second lieutenant to drive Alan to Blackiron Town.

That evening, the off-road military vehicle drove down a hillside. When it turned a corner, the Black Iron Town at the foot of the hill gradually opened up in Alan's eyes like a painting. The second lieutenant briefly explained, "The population of Black Iron Town is only about a thousand people. It is not lively. In the past, this place produced a dark-colored iron ore, so it has the name of Black Iron. However, twenty years ago, the black iron was already gathered and the workers gradually withdrew. The town is no longer as prosperous as it used to be."

From afar, Black Iron Town's buildings were mostly dark in color. The dark brown roof, the black corridor, and the black railroad tracks that passed by the small town made the small town at the foot of the mountain seem a little depressed. Not far away was a low mountain peak, and the old facilities left behind from the mine could still be seen. Of course, they were useless now. Some of them were just reminiscing about the old days that had passed away occasionally.

On that day, there were two or three mining companies operating in the town. Their warehouses were located in Black Iron Town, so they laid simple tracks from the mine to the warehouses in the town to facilitate the loading and unloading of the trains along the tracks into the town. These tracks are useless now. Many of them had already been abandoned, leaving behind ugly scars in the town.

As the jeep drove into town, a few old men, wrapped in blankets and sitting in the corridor outside their houses, looked curiously at Allen and the second lieutenant. The second lieutenant extinguished the fire, jumped out of the car, and shouted to one of the old men, "Is there a priest called Milo here?"

"Yes, my lord. Father Miro lives in the chapel behind him." The white-haired old man pointed at a small, dark church far away from the town.

Alan raised his head and looked over. The bell tower on the church had no silver bell hanging anymore, only an empty frame. The church wasn't big either, it was only two stories tall. Outside, a high and low wooden fence surrounded an open space. On the left side of the open space, there was a dilapidated car.

The second lieutenant returned to his car and drove out of the church, walking into the church with Alan. After circling around the fountain that had dried up for an unknown amount of time and was no longer able to spit out any water, the two of them walked up several stone steps that were filled with cracks. The second lieutenant frowned and pushed open the church door. The alcohol-smelling air in the door desperately entered the second lieutenant's nose.

The second lieutenant sneezed.

Allen looked inside the church and saw a few townsfolk sitting in sparse rows of wooden chairs. They were all old men, and when they heard the second lieutenant sneeze, everyone looked back. On those old faces, puzzled gazes were cast from their cloudy eyes. Alan passed these people and saw the priest on the sermon platform.

He held a wine bottle in one hand and flipped through the Bible on the stage in the other.

Alan was sure that the priest he was looking for was the one he was looking for.

Father Miro looked up at Allen and said, "If you want to listen, sit aside and don't disturb my people. If you need a confession, well, I'll charge you extra."

The second lieutenant said impatiently, "Are you Father Miro?"

"If there isn't a second Miro in town, I think I am." The priest spread out his hands.

"Very well, this is Young Master Allen. He is a distinguished guest from Babylon. My advice is to end your sermon quickly, because Young Master Allen has some questions for you."

"The weekly sermons are sacred and inviolable," said Father Miro sternly. "Even noble young masters from Floating Island cannot interrupt them. Of course, God always leads every lost lamb to the other side of the truth, so as his spokesperson in the world, I am happy to solve this young master's doubts. "If this generous young master gives me and these believers compensation for the sermon "

The second lieutenant snorted and was about to explode. Alan pulled him gently and nodded, "I will give you a satisfactory number on this point."

"Alright then." Father Miro stepped down from the platform and said to the old men, "Go back, old Henry, and Jack. You old bastards, come back in a few days."

"Milo, you said you would pray for us." An old woman chattered endlessly.

The priest helped her up and pushed her out, saying, "God be with you, dear Lily. I promise I will pray for you before you go to heaven, but not now."

Finally, only the priest, the second lieutenant, and Allen remained in the church.

"Second Lieutenant, can you wait for me outside?" Alan said.

The second lieutenant bowed and looked at Miro before leaving the church.

Father Miro walked up to the platform and said, "Alright, now tell me what troubles you have, my noble young master. It seems that Babylon is really not a good place, not even a great priest who listens to the troubles of the world. But don't worry, Miro is the most patient, especially "

"Archimedes." Alan interrupted, "Tell me, everything about Archimedes. Father!"

Father Miro paused for a moment, then turned around and smiled, "Of course, if you'd like to discuss this great father of ancient Greek mechanics with me?"

"Father, you know it's not Archimedes." Alan said in a deep voice, "The one I was talking about, you might have seen him before."

"Alright, it's another Archimedes." Father Miro laughed, which made the beard on his chin look like a mess. He wrapped his fingers around his head and said, "You know, I'm not old yet, but if I stay in this shit-free place for a long time, I'll be slow. So I guess I'll need some time to think about Archimedes before I can answer your questions."

"A thousand yuan, if it can help you remember." Alan shook his head.

"Thank you for your generosity. Oh, I remember, he was a special man. He was always so melancholy. He was obviously young, but his eyes seemed to be filled with experience and wisdom that he had accumulated over a long period of time." Father Miro immediately changed his tone.

'Another money-hungry man,' thought Alan. "Please be more specific," he said.

Father Miro opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't spit out a single word for a long time. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Young master, what do you want to know about him?"

Alan's mind flashed with his mother's beautiful face. He shook his hand and said, "Did Archimedes ever say who he loved?"

"A woman?"

"What do you say!"

"Alright, alright. Don't blame me for talking too much. After all, nobody has any strange hobbies these days." Father Miro used his hand to catch the hair that wasn't much different from the bird's nest. After thinking for a while, his eyes lit up and he said, "Yes, he really loved a woman." Let me see, that was about 12 years ago. That's right, that year. I remember very well that the old Henry pig had arched the poor vegetable in Lily's yard. "Of course, you know that in such an environment like the earth's surface, nothing can be eaten "

"Priest, get to the point!" Alan said with a headache.

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