Chapter 562： 　The past

Can't see the stack of drawing paper in the doorway, finally let Lucy go. Her Royal Highness said that she had nothing to do, just to study these "graffiti" by Vera. Allen knew that she cared about herself and didn't point it out, but the eyes between the two were a little softer. Adele next to her looked in her eyes, her nostrils snorted, and then left the restaurant on the grounds of practicing guns.

Everyone left, Bethkod wanted to go to the academy to see if he could leave some assassination skills in the combat skills guidance; Edward had to immediately start the work of forging his identity, which requires a lot of work. Manpower, they must spread their fabricated identities. People’s memories are wonderful, if they are emphasized again and again. So even if it is a vain thing, it will become a certain "fact" in people's memory.

What Edward wants is this effect, when someone investigates their origins. If you hear ten people say the same answer, you may be suspicious. But if it is a hundred people, when a thousand people say the same. So even if these identities are false, they become facts.

It's just that such "reality" takes time to ferment. Fortunately, they still have time.

So Father Milo became the only idler in the restaurant.

Allen patted him on the shoulder and said, "Walk to the church."

Today is not Monday, and it is still afternoon, but there are still a few believers in and out of the church. On the road, Milo has given Alan a simple report. Now there are over 10,000 believers in the church, some of whom are nobles or officials. This group of people is the key target of Miró, and they also make significant contributions to the church. Undoubtedly, the role of high-ranking officials and nobles in church communication is indeed much more influential than ordinary people.

Moreover, the materials they donated played a vital role in the establishment of the Crusade. Of course, the power of ordinary people cannot be ignored. Milo is very clear about this. Ordinary believers are the foundation of the church. If there is no cornerstone, the church will only be crumbling. So every month, Milo has a few specific days designated as the church's activity days. On the day of the event, Milo would donate a portion of the materials to those families in the territories who had difficulties in life, thus establishing a tall and glorious image for the church.

A bright image is very important. On the way, Milo has emphasized this more than once.

The windows of the cathedral are still bright and bright, and the bright sunshine falls on the stained glass of the church in the afternoon, reflecting the colorful halo, and coating the church with a sacred color. In the church, the crucifix of **** stands tall, so that everyone who enters the church can see it immediately. The idols show people the mercy of God in a vivid way, reminding the church that the spirit of the church lies in dedication and sacrifice.

This is a subtle process, through the dissemination of church personnel, and even church activities, as well as the hints of statues and paintings, so that belief can penetrate into people's hearts. And mastering the human heart means mastering the world.

After Milo entered the church, he changed into a polite appearance, and he saw Alan shaking his head in his heart. The priest first went to the preaching stage and prayed devoutly to the **** before returning to Alan's side.

Alan sat quietly in a row of unmanned seats, looking up at the idol in front of him, and said nothing for a long time.

It wasn't until Mi coughed that Allen suddenly said, "Father, have you heard Archimedes mention the road to burning blood?"

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) "Which way?" Milo was a little distracted at first, but suddenly thought of something like a bounce and said: "You said the road to burning blood? How do you know the road to burning blood!"

His tone was shocked, and his voice echoed in the huge church, causing several believers and nuns to cast puzzled glances at him. Milo hurriedly smiled, sat back in an impeccable posture, and then lowered his voice: "Master Ellen, have you started the road to burning blood?"

Allen squinted his eyes and said, "It seems that you do know something, but I am curious, why have you never mentioned such an important thing before?"

Milo didn't avoid the look in his eyes, but sighed: "Because your father said that he would never let this fate appear on his offspring. It's just that from now on, he doesn't seem to be successful."

"Really?"

"It's true!" Milo affirmed.

"Then about Archimedes and the road to burning blood, do you have anything to tell me?" Allen's voice was very soft, like the wind blowing on the lake, which didn't make people feel strange. But his fingers trembled slightly.

Milo raised his head and looked at the statue of the church: "Speaking of which, that was the second time I saw Archimedes. I remember that year, I spent the whole night in a violent storm. The next day I found the ceiling of my poor little church collapsed..."

As he spoke, Milo seemed to feel the air around him getting damp, just like that heart-ache in the morning. When he came to the church and looked at the water on the ground and the statue of **** leaning on the ground, Milo felt like a knife. He can even figure out how much it would cost to repair the ceiling, the statues, and clean up stagnant water. Of course, if this is a well-known church, soliciting donations from believers is not a big problem. Those lovely people are always willing to give generously, but **** it is just a church in a run-down town.

The important thing is that the believers in the town are far from pious. So the priest could foresee that the little money he had accumulated with great difficulty would probably have to be spent. This is an extremely heartbreaking thing for him, it is like watching his beloved marry another man. If the priest also has someone he likes.

But the church can't leave it alone, after all, this is where he lives. And without a church, how could he fool those old things in town. Although they are not pious, they can sometimes cheat. No, it's just donating some property.

Therefore, the heart hurts, but Father Milo still put out only his savings. I walked out of the church and planned to call the **** carpenter in town, but the priest saw him as soon as he left the church. Archimedes, this majestic mountain-like man was lying in the small flowerbed outside the church covered with blood. The blood on his body had dyed the flowers and plants that had been damaged by the wind and rain a stern red.

Father Miró's face turned pale, and he wanted to kick out of the church this drunkard, who likes to pay on credit, has no taste and always brings a lot of trouble. But considering that Archimedes is not dead, if he wakes up and finds himself treated like that. When angry, he would probably take off his head, so Father Milo could only curse while dragging the **** man into the church.

It was already after noon when Archimedes woke up. The first thing the priest did when he woke up was to tell

(This chapter is not over, please turn the page) Tell him how many potions and gauze he used. The important thing is that these things are all for money! When it comes to money, the priest would never give in, even if Archimedes were to kill him, he would not underreport a son. In his words, money is as sacred as God’s grace!

"Damn it, Milo. I have a headache now, can you not report me the number. Anyway, no matter how much money, I will always pay you back." Archimedes clutched his forehead and said, this rough as a piece of steel. The man always looks so careless, he has even forgotten that the wine he owed the priest last time has not been repaid.

Milo’s face was as black as the sky before heavy rain. In the end, he was certain that he could not squeeze a few copper plates out of a tattered Archimedes, and gave up the great plan of asking him to pay off part of the debt first. And asked: "What are you doing? You are so embarrassed that you almost got killed by your appearance?"

"Indeed, I thought I was dead this time." Archimedes grinned, how careless the stubborn face looked.

Milo said viciously: "It's so rare. A man like you was almost slaughtered. I can't help but want to meet this great man."

Archimedes’ smile disappeared suddenly: "Trust me, friend. He is not as kind as I am. You definitely don’t want to see him. My brother is not a good person. He usually appears wherever he appears. Dead people. A lot of people died!"

Milo looked like he had swallowed a rotten egg and said, "A person like you has brothers, the Almighty Lord in the sky, and merciful you, how can such a disaster happen?"

"Hey, don't make me look like a plague!" Archimedes wanted to raise his hand to protest, but with such a move, the bandage immediately became blushed under the priest's foot-stamping technique: "But maybe you can say so. That's right, we are like unfortunate people who will invite disaster. But I didn't expect that guy would find it. Damn, the road to burning blood is still open."

"Which way?" the priest asked with a move of his ear.

Archimedes waved his hand: "Don't ask me if there are any, or if there is alcohol, Miró."

"Do you want to die? Bastard, I managed to save you back. If you want to die, pay the bill."

"Stop talking nonsense, I know you have wine. Asshole, I already smell the wine. Get the wine soon, or I will tear down this church!" Archimedes said with a rascal look~www.novelhall.com ~Miro was trembling with anger, and finally said: "You bastard, sooner or later you will go to hell."

Archimedes said disapprovingly: "I am in **** now, you idiot."

When an idiot reluctantly took out a bottle of vodka that he treasured, Archimedes snatched it as if he had forgotten his injuries. He flicked the cork with his thumb and took a sip, then sighed, "Not very good, but it's not bad to have this thing on the ground. Milo, where did you cheat this good thing?"

"Stop nonsense, this bottle of wine, you can drink a thousand yuan!" Milo screamed, because he saw that his treasure had been reduced by a quarter, and soon there would be two thirds left.

Archimedes's drinker is not so big.

(Thanks to Brother Xiang, Su in the war, and other friends for their rewards and monthly tickets. If possible, please give me more red tickets and monthly tickets, hey~)

(End of this chapter)

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