The Gordo Cathedral had been renovated not long ago, donated by Gordo, a big businessman in the city, so the church was named after him, which made Mr. Gordo overjoyed. After the renovation of the church was completed, another batch of equipment was donated and carts of supplies were sent to the slums in the name of the church. The renovated church had expanded by a third compared to the past, and the extra part had been built into a building for the priest to live in. Miro and Vera each had a three-story building of their own. However, the two of them did not live here often, and the Church had someone to clean their rooms every day. During this period of time, after the war in the imperial capital ended, the priest and Vera returned to Ark Harbor and lived in it. Miro was very satisfied with his new residence. He lived in a shabby house next to a church in that shabby town on Earth. Now that he had his own house, the priest was satisfied.
During his stay in Ark Harbor, people could see the priest smiling every day. He even had a dog, and his life was relaxed and fulfilling. Every night, the priest would go to bed early. This unshakable habit seemed to be broken tonight.
Seeing the priest walk into the church, the nuns who had just finished their prayers could all see the heaviness on the priest's body. This caused his smile to disappear and his expression to become solemn. The nuns almost thought that they had recognized the wrong person. This kind of depth and seriousness could appear on anyone, but it was somewhat out of place on Father Miro.
One of the older nuns stepped forward and whispered, "Father, is there anything I can help you with?"
Milo smiled, but it looked a little forced. "Thank you, child. I don't need help. If I need it, I won't stand on ceremony. It's getting late. You should go back and rest. "
"Then you?"
"I want to talk to the Father in heaven. Perhaps he can give me some guidance." Miro raised his head and looked at the statue behind the pulpit, drawing a cross.
The nuns looked at each other, nodded, and left silently. When they were about to close the door for the priest, Miro shook his head and said, "There's no need to close the door. There should be a guest coming later."
The nuns were all curious who else would come to the church at this time. Although it was strange, no one said anything and left with the door half-closed.
Miro looked at the statue and said, "If you really exist, then please tell me, can this war end in this era?"
The statue, of course, did not respond, so the church was very quiet. Milo looked a little haggard. He found a chair and sat down, sighing softly. Then, his expression changed and he said in a deep voice, "It's very late. If you're here to pray, please come back tomorrow."
"But there's something on my mind that I can't figure out. I want to pray to the gods now, hoping to get some inspiration." A woman's voice came from the gate.
Milo turned around and saw two figures standing outside the door. Although both of them were covered with cloaks, it was not difficult to tell that they were women from their figures. One was tall, and the other was petite. The one who spoke was the petite one. Even though it was already late at night, they still wore their hats. The brim of the hat reached the tip of his nose and covered most of his face. The petite woman had already entered the church and went straight to the pulpit.
The priest said, "You should at least take off your hat to show your respect to God."
"If there really is a god, what does it matter if I take off my hat or not? He can see it clearly anyway, can't he?"
Miro no longer insisted and shrugged his shoulders.
The woman knelt down and prayed with her hands clasped together. A moment later, Miro stood up and asked, "How is it? Did you get any inspiration?"
"No."
"That's probably because you're not devout enough. Come back tomorrow."
"But I can't wait, Father. I want to confess."
Miro said, "Come back tomorrow. There's no priest to listen to your confession now."
"Aren't you?"
Miro dug his ears and said indifferently, "I can't guarantee that I can give you useful advice."
"There's no harm in listening."
Miro stood up and said, "Then follow me."
The confession room was very quiet late at night. Miro lit the lights and walked into one of the confession booths and sat down. The woman walked to the confession booth and Miro said, "Let's begin."
The woman knelt down and said, "Father, I am guilty."
"Everyone in the world is guilty. If you sincerely repent, the benevolent Father will forgive you, child." Miro said expressionlessly, "Tell me, what crime have you committed?"
"I killed my own family." The woman whispered.
Miro raised his eyebrows. "This crime is a little serious. Can you tell me why you did it?
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"I don't want to either, Father. But if I don't kill him, he will kill me. This is the fate between us, a knot that cannot be untied. "
"Child, you must believe that there is no knot that cannot be untied in this world. There are only people who are unwilling to work hard to untie the entanglement."
The woman sighed softly, "If you understood my situation, you wouldn't say that, Father. I killed a close relative, and now, another close relative is hunting me. I don't know what to do. I only know that I don't want to die. "
"I want to live, Father. Do you have any good suggestions?"
Miro narrowed his eyes and said, "Perhaps you can go out and hide for a while."
"I can hide for a while, but I can't hide for a lifetime." The woman said, "And the power of fate is very strange. I always feel that no matter where we hide, the two of us will still meet in the end, and then it will be an endless end."
"Either I die, or he dies."
"You have to know, child. When you think like this, it is already destined to be a knot that is difficult to untie. Why don't you think about it from another angle? For example, you can sit down with him and have a good talk. No matter what, there will always be a solution. "
The woman's voice was slightly helpless. "But I schemed against him once before. I don't think he will forgive me, nor will he sit down with me."
"Then you have to take the initiative to do something to ask for his forgiveness. Let him see your sincerity and move him, child."
"Can you really do it? Father? "
Miro said in the confession booth, "Yes, as long as you have good intentions, everything can be changed."
"Alright, I'll try." The woman outside the confession booth stood up and said, "Thank you for everything, Father."
She left, but Miro was not in a hurry to come out of the confession booth. His expression was heavy, and there was no relief at all after he had enlightened the believer. Suddenly, he laughed self-deprecatingly, then pushed open the door and walked out. Walking out of the church door, the two women left. Miro turned along the stone path towards his residence. As he walked, a few dogs barked in front of him, and Miro stopped. Looking up, Vera led his dog under the streetlight. Seeing Miro, the two-year-old dog broke free from Vera and ran over happily. Miro squatted down and hugged it. The puppy rubbed hard against the priest's face.
"I went to look for you but found you weren't there, so I brought Peter out. Father, are you alright?" Vera asked softly.
Miro rubbed his chin and said, "Did I write all my thoughts on my face? Otherwise, why would everyone ask me if I was alright and if I needed help?"
"You really don't look very energetic."
"Don't worry, I'm fine. It's just that I'm old and I occasionally have some sentimental emotions. "
Vera didn't believe his nonsense, but if the priest didn't say anything, she knew not to ask. Changing the topic, she said, "I saw the church lights were still on just now."
"Yes, two women came just now. One of them was very troubled and came to me to confess. "
"Someone came to confess so late at night."
The two chatted casually. When they arrived in front of the priest's building, Miro asked, "What can I do for you?"
"I wanted to talk to you about the Northern Diocese, but it's getting late. Let's find another time tomorrow to study it."
Miro said absent-mindedly, "Alright, I'm tired too. Goodbye?"
"Good night, Father."
Miro led the dog to the door. Vera thought for a moment and seemed to have made a decision. An engraving gradually appeared on the back of her hand. Suddenly, Miro stopped. The priest turned around and smiled bitterly, "I'm really fine, Vera. So, please don't use your abilities on me. "
"I'm sorry." Vera left guiltily like a child who had done something wrong. After taking a few steps, she suddenly thought, how did Miro find out?
The night grew darker and darker.
On the dock of Ark Harbor, a night watchman walked around the dock with a light. The light shone on the ships moored at the dock, and as the waves rose and fell, the ships cast an undulating shadow on the dock. The night watchman yawned, tightened his collar, and walked back to the duty room. After drinking a mouthful of strong wine to warm his body, he got into the warm quilt. A moment later, even breathing sounds could be heard.
If he stayed a little longer, he would discover that there was a little more light on the dark sea in the distance. It was very weak, but it was very unusual for light to appear on the surface of the sea in the middle of the night. Tonight, the wind and waves were calm, and the sound of the waves hitting the shore gave off a peaceful smell. However, dozens of nautical miles away from Ark Harbor, fog quietly surged. At this time, it was basically impossible for there to be fog on the sea, but the fog was getting thicker and thicker, causing the entire thing on the sea to become blurry. On the calm surface of the sea, a buoy floating on the surface of the sea suddenly shook. A moment later, a black shadow passed by the buoy. The sea surged, causing the buoy to rise and fall.
Passing by the buoy was a ship. The ship was wrapped in iron, and sharp steel spikes protruded from both sides. It looked like a terrifying sea beast. There was a dragon pattern painted on the hull of the ship. This dragon was very different from the dragon pattern commonly seen in the Bailey Empire. The dragon was very slender, with four claws stepping on the clouds and antlers on its head. If it was a merchant who often traveled between the two sides of the ocean, he would know that this was an eastern dragon. Only a human empire on the east side of the ocean would use such a dragon as a totem and symbol.
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