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The sound of the speaker coming to the station, Port Molov, a name that has never been heard. [No pop-up novel network]

Qiancang patted his collar lightly and walked out of the carriage carrying a delicate black suitcase. Outside the car, the sun was like fire, and the bustling crowd came and went. This is where he entered the movie world.

He looked back at the train behind him. It was a brand-new steam locomotive with his own name-Mirai. Although it was only a short stay in Molov Port, it also attracted the attention of most children, and even some elegant gentlemen and their proud ladies.

The child with unusually clean clothes did not know when he came to Qian Cangyi's side. His shrewd eyes fixed on Qian Cangyi's clothes, seeming to compare with his own memory. The child has a common name-Bean.

"Excuse me, is it Father Marshall?"

Bean asked softly. He has a dark complexion, a thin body, and a black-gray peaked cap on his head. Judging from his look and movements, the train station in Port Molov clearly belongs to his range of activities.

"Father Marshall is my role in "The Treasures of the Burning Sea." This kid came to me immediately after I got off the train. It must be a plot arrangement. Before things become clear, I might as well follow him."

Thoughts were settled, Qiancangyi, or Marshall, lowered his head and asked.

"you are?"

"Just call me Bean. Father Hall asked me to wait for you here." Bean reached out to take the box in Marshall's hand.

"This box is not light." Marshall did not stop Bean and let go of his right hand.

"Mr. Father, it's not that I am boasting. Your box is not heavy at all." In order to prove his words, Bean raised the black box in his hand above his head, with a showy look on his face.

Woo-woo-woo-

After all the passengers in Molov Port got off the bus, the Mirai once again embarked on a journey that had already been booked by mankind.

"Please come with me, we have prepared a carriage for you. The coachman Haier has the best driving skills in Molov Harbor, did you know? If he wants, he can even reach the Morningstar Church in ten minutes." Bean held both hands. Carrying the box, trying to clear the way for Marshall in the crowd.

"Then I'm really lucky." Marshall followed behind Bean, not hurriedly.

咚——

The dull bell sounded from the bell tower, startled a few white pigeons.

On a clean street, the carriage stopped neatly on the side of the road, like soldiers lined up.

The coachman anxiously awaits every potential customer, but only one coach is different. He has nothing to do. This person is the Haier waiting for Marshall. He is a young man with red hair, and his mouth is always filled with a confident smile. In addition, there is a hideous scar on his neck.

"Haier, this is Father Marshall." Bean put the black box on the ground, and then reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead Y.

"Oh, come up!" Haier raised his whip, ready to set off at any time.

"Mr. Father, Haier will safely send you to the Morningstar Church, please don't worry." Bean smiled at Marshall, "I won't be with you."

"Thanks Bean." Marshall took two silver coins from his pocket and handed them to Bean.

Haier saw this movement in his eyes. When he saw two silver coins, his eyes lit up, and his previous laziness was swept away, and his whole body was full of vitality.

"Mr. Father, we should go now. Father Hall may be waiting for you to have dinner together." Haier urged.

"Okay." Marshall carried his suitcase and sat in the carriage.

In the envious eyes of his peers, Haier raised the whip in his hand and swung it down vigorously.

Marshall put the black box at his feet and sat quietly on the carriage.

"This priest is really generous. I don't know how much he will tip me when he arrives at the Morningstar Church? I don't know if there are five silver coins. I think there should be. Maybe, I can complete the goal early today, Linda, wait. Me." Haier thought soaring and raised his whip again.

"Haier, don't worry about it." Marshall's voice came from behind.

"But..." Haier hesitated.

"On the street just now, you almost ran into two children under ten years old and three old people who were about to cross the street. Love your neighbor as yourself. I can promise you that if you do as I ask, it’s Morning Star. Church, I will give you a tip that satisfies you." Marshall's voice didn't rush.

"Okay, Father." Haier will not have trouble with money, this is the principle he has always adhered to.

Amidst the curses of passers-by, the carriage finally arrived safely at Morningstar Church.

Marshall put the promised silver coin in Haier's hands. In the other's words of gratitude, Marshall walked into the first stop of the trip-Morningstar Church.

The Morning Star Church has the characteristics of Gothic architecture, with towering spires, pointed arches, and rose windows painted with stained glass of biblical stories. The pointed vaults, flying buttresses and slender vertical columns create a light and slender flying feeling. The straight lines and long glass give people a solemn and solemn feeling, as if they have come to the Lord's palace. Viewed from above, the morningstar church is in the shape of a Latin cross, and there are two symmetrical towers on the short side of the cross.

Stepping into the Morningstar Church, bluestone and marble are delicately arranged together under the exquisite masonry.

Ahead, a man wearing a black priest's robe held the Bible with one hand on his chest. In the undisturbed time, he looked up at the long flower glass above, indulged in faith.

Marshall's footsteps awakened it.

"Hall, you are much older." Marshall stopped.

"Oh, my old friend, you are finally here." Hall stretched out his hands and gave Marshall a hug.

"What is it that makes you so worried? What happened?" Marshall frowned~www.ltnovel.com~Alas! "Hall sighed, another wrinkle on his forehead, "It's not convenient here, come with me." "

After speaking, Hall walked to the side door and Marshall followed him closely.

After passing through the chapel, the two came to Hall's bedroom. After Marshall entered, Hall stretched his head and looked outside the door. After making sure that there was no one, he closed the door gently.

He placed the Bible lightly on the desk, then bent over and took out a thin black booklet from the drawer.

"Marshall, do you see what this is?" Hall reached out and invited Marshall.

Marshall approached the desk. Even if Hall hadn't put the black pamphlet aside, he could not look away. Under the dim light, the black pamphlet had six words "Verdra Manuscript" written on it.

"This is?" Marshall reached out to open the "Verdela Manuscript", but was opened by Hall with the Bible.

"Can't watch!" Hall seemed to fall into fear.