Edge of the Apocalypse

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“I’m sorry, Young Master, I didn’t mean to waste time.” Father Miro patted his head and said, “After all, these things are too long. Something else is needed to connect them. Okay, take your picture. That said, let’s go straight to the subject.”

“That day, the old Henry and Lily had a quarrel, and they both asked me to judge. I was already evening after I dealt with them, and I saw him when I returned to the church. That’s right, Archimedes.” Father Miro pointed to the second on the left. The row of chairs said: “He was sitting here at the time and looked very depressed. When I asked him what was upset, he would pull me to drink.”

“He drank a lot, his eyes were very melancholy, as if he had an inextricable knot in his heart. He said that he was in love with a woman, and I asked him how much he loves him. He said it is better than his own life…”

Miro suddenly trembled, and the temperature in the church seemed to drop by 2 degrees. A chill came from his feet, making him shivered.

Allen lowered his head, so the lights in the church left only a shadow on his face. In that shadow, Father Miro suddenly saw 2 red lights lit up, as if the door of purgatory had opened, and the demon of the abyss opened his bloody eyes. Father Miro sat down on the ground and looked at Allen in surprise.

“He lied!” Allen suddenly raised his head to shout out loudly. With him as the center, a circle of invisible origin force waves pushed away, violently crushing the rows of poor chairs in the church!

Allen’s eyes were about to burst out flames, and Red’s pupils were like lava booming!

“If he really loves that person more than his own life, why should he abandon her!” Allen yelled, and all the windows in the church buzzed.

The door opened, and Second Lieutenant got in nervously. Seeing the chaos of the church, I was startled. Just looked towards Allen, and just about to step forward, Allen raised a hand and said: “I’m fine, Second Lieutenant.”

“Okay, call me if you need to.” Second Lieutenant glared at Miro, apparently thinking that Miro irritated Allen.

Miro spread his hands innocently.

Allen took a deep breath, suppressed the flame that was about to erupt in the chest cavity, and said: “I lost my self-control. I’m sorry to the priest. I will compensate you for all the losses here.”

“Then I can rest assured.” Prince muttered, he patted his ass and stands up, and glanced at Allen and said: “Excuse me for saying a word, this Young Master. Sometimes, leaving the one you love may be a kind of protection. “

Allen shook slightly.

This was something he had never thought about. Could it be that father left his mother and left. Is there something or someone threatening them? But why didn’t the man reveal to Lanni at all?

This answer, or only Archimedes himself knows.

“Priest, how much do you know about him?” Allen asked.

Father Miro tilted his head and said, “A lot, after all, I have known him for more than ten years.”

“Very well, I hope you can tell me everything you know.”

Father Miro showed an embarrassed expression: “This Young Master, that can’t be said clearly in a short time. Moreover, it will delay me a lot of time.”

“I will pay you the compensation you deserve.”

“This, to be honest, the reward you promised me just now is enough for me to live a few years happily. You know, in this damn The Surface, no one knows what will happen in a few years. So I don’t need anything else. Compensation, as long as you promise me a very small request, I am happy to share everything about Archimedes with you.” Father Miro looked at Allen eagerly.

Allen frowned: “I hope I can satisfy you with this request. Let’s talk about it.”

“Very simple, I heard that Babylon is a paradise on earth. So you see, if you can let me live in heaven, I can tell you anything you want to know!”

“Priest, Babylon may not be heaven.” Allen said, “But I can help with this.”

In Allen’s hands, there are 15 places available to designate residents of The Surface to move to Babylon. That was one of the rewards for winning the death ring, but the number of places was limited. Allen didn’t want to waste it casually, so he asked again: “But you have to tell me what I am good at. Babylon does not raise idlers.”

“As you can see, I am a priest. It is my responsibility to spread the Lord’s gospel and lead his church members to embrace him, and it is what I do best.” Father Miro even turned around and opened his arms.

Allen shook his head: “This is not enough, then I don’t think there will be a lack of priests like priest.”

Father Miro’s expression stepped down, he paced back and forth a few times, and finally stopped and said, “Well, I’m still a military doctor. I used to be, but I’m not the kind of doctor who treats physical trauma. What I treat is Spiritual trauma.”

“Also as a psychological consultant with the army?” Allen nodded: “Well, barely qualified. But you now…”

“Damn, I just love to drink, they said that I was drinking, and they doubted my aptitude, and finally kicked me out of the army.” Father Miro said resentfully: “Otherwise, how can I be a priest? But it’s good to say that these two professions have some things in common after all, don’t they?”

“That’s it. I’ll go back to Babylon tomorrow. But it will take some necessary procedures to get you to Babylon. It will take a few days.” Allen paused, then said: “I have to warn you, priest. If in the future I discover that everything you say to me is not the truth, as I said before, you will find that Babylon is not necessarily heaven. If necessary, it can also become hell.”

Father Miro said with a smile: “Of course.”

Allen walked towards the gate.

“Please wait,” Father Miro called.

Allen turned his head, priest said sternly: “It’s getting late, I suggest you leave tomorrow. However, there is no hotel in the town. There is a small attic next to the church bell tower. I can still live in after I clean up. There should be no problem for a night’s rest. The important thing is that Archimedes once lived there, I don’t know you…”

“Then trouble you to clean up for me,” Allen said.

Father Miro eyes shined, smiled and said: “Then you won’t be stingy to pay me some boarding fees?”

This Old Guy who loves money! Allen couldn’t help cursing in the heart.

Babylon brightly lit at night.

Golden Wing Steet and William Avenue intersect at Daybreak Plaza. These 2 main roads divide the central city district into 4 large districts and 16 small blocks. The Daybreak Plaza area is undoubtedly the most prosperous area in the central city district. Near Daybreak Plaza, there are landmark buildings such as the Bundestag, the Golden Eagle Commercial Building, the Goliath Building and the Venus Hotel.

What radiates from this are the buildings that stand in great numbers, the huge transportation network, the prosperous streets and various large public facilities. Even in the dark, the street lights next to street 2, the neon lights of high-rise buildings, and the endless traffic of various streams make Babylon in the dark like a colorful ukiyo-e, showing a prosperous atmosphere everywhere.

The residents on Babylon are proud to live on Floating Island.

Guman is no exception.

He is a black person, even though the federal government used the slogan “Eliminate race and color discrimination” when it was founded. But in fact, it is still difficult for the black race to hold high-ranking positions in the huge and complex administrative network of the federal government. There are not many The Surface prosecutors like Guman who can become an administrative district. Guman normally works in The Surface, but now it has been less than ten days since the distance Christmas, he was naturally allowed to return to Babylon to reunite with his family and greet the new year.

In this afternoon, he had taken the flying warship back to Babylon, and in the evening he had attended an important bureaucratic banquet. At this moment, returning to his home in the 11th block, he was very tired. The caring wife had already put the hot water away. After taking a bath, Guman yelled casually, “Where is my bathrobe?”

The silhouette swayed outside the bathroom, and a maid came in holding a bathrobe: “Sir, what you want.”

“Let it go.” Guman glanced at the maid, who was very young, probably only sixteen-seventeen years old. The millet hair was dignified behind his head, and the face filled with youthful luster made Guman feel that he was no longer young.

“Are you new here?”

The prosecutor is not a nobleman, so naturally he can’t afford Butler and the hordes of servants. There is only one maid in Guman’s house, but that is a woman in her 30s, not the young maiden of before one’s eyes.

The girl said with a nod: “Ms. Willy is sick. The hostess asked her to rest for a few days, and I will temporarily replace her to work.”

“Understood, you go out.” Guman waved his hand.

While putting on the bathrobe, the silhouette of the young maid has been lingering in Guman’s mind. Such a young body is like a ball of flame, Guman groaned in his mind.

He walked out in a bathrobe and came to the study. The temperature in the room is moderate, and there is already a cup of coffee with hot smoke floating on the table. Guman secretly praised, this little maid worked but Beverly was much smarter.

I wonder if she is in bed, is Beverly more vigorous? Guman thought, and then sat down at the desk. His job is not just as simple as the prosecutor of The Surface, he is also an intermediary, a role that conveys certain instructions for the great character above. Just like not long ago, the Armament power cultivated by an adult on The Surface was secretly attacked. When Guman got the news, due to time constraints, he had no time to notify his superiors, so he could only send the news to The Surface immediately.

It’s a pity that Armament’s power is still worthy. And it was another great character who could not afford to offend this army of The Surface, so Guman’s superior could only endure it dumbly, but cast his anger on the prosecutor’s on the body.

Recalling the neglect he had received at the banquet just now, Guman couldn’t help tightening his bathrobe. Maybe I have to write a secret letter to my boss, after all, this is not my fault.

The light stretched Guman’s shadow on the ground very long. Guman not at all noticed that his shadow on the ground suddenly distorted.