"Allen has never seen his father, right?"
Windsor Bellow suddenly asked.
Allen looked at her doubtfully. Under the moonlight, Marshal Greed didn't know if it was because of the night, but she seemed to be a little different from during the day. He restrained his sharpness and added a trace of gentleness.
"No, before I was born, he left my mother and disappeared." Allen shook his head.
Windsor Bellow found a clean place near the lake and sat down. She took off her hat and let the purple fly. As the silk rose and fell, Allen seemed to see a sea of lavender. The night breeze brought Windsor Bellow's orchid-like fragrance into Allen's nose. The female marshal patted the ground beside her and said, "Sit down. Don't be so formal."
Allen carefully sat down beside her and turned to look at her. Windsor Bellow raised her head to look at the night sky, leaving him with a soul-stirring profile.
He hurriedly lowered his head, and neither of them spoke. After a while, Allen 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 it so hard that I wouldn't kill him."
Windsor Bellow's words were shocking, and Allen looked at her in shock.
'"He is my stepfather. When my mother remarried and I was young, he was thinking about how to get me into bed. Of course, after I lit the fire seed at the age of six, I didn't dare to do so again. Instead, I was thinking about how to get me married as soon as possible. " Windsor Bellow gently moved her five fingers. Purple flames leaped between her fingers, forming a whirlpool of light that made a crackling sound.
Allen tilted his body slightly, trying his best not to touch the whirlpools of light.
Those were all vortexes of Origin Energy, 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 my best to remember him, but unfortunately, I can't remember what he looks like anymore. "Windsor Bellow's gaze softened. She bent her long legs and hugged her knees. With her chin resting on her knees and her eyelids lowered, Windsor Bellow's sharpness was completely restrained at this moment. She looked at the frozen lake like any ordinary girl who missed her family.
"I can only vaguely remember that he had a prickly beard. His hands were warm and rough. But when you hold my hand, I feel at ease. Because I know, he will protect me. After his death, I was the only one who could protect myself … "
Hearing these words, Allen had an indescribable feeling in his heart. Windsor Bellow suddenly put the cap back on her head and pulled the cap down slightly, covering half of her face. She stood up and said, "I'm sleepy, you should also sleep early. I'll have someone send you to the garrison base tomorrow morning. "
Leaving Allen with a bleak back, Windsor Bellow left the lake and went into her tent.
Allen looked at the ice on the lake. The ice was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting his reflection.
Windsor Bellow's father died early, but at least he still had some memories of his father. However, he had no idea what kind of man his father, Archimedes, was. Perhaps, the answer would be revealed tomorrow.
The next day, Windsor Bellow wrote a letter to Allen and had him sent to the third district garrison base. He brought the others back to Babylon first. When he arrived at the military base and saw Windsor Bellow's letter, the commander of the military region assigned a second lieutenant to drive Allen to Black Iron Town.
That evening, the off-road military vehicle drove down a hillside. When it turned a corner, Black Iron Town at the foot of the mountain gradually opened up in Allen's eyes like a painting scroll. The second lieutenant in the car gave a brief introduction, "There are only about a thousand people living in Black Iron Town, so it's not lively. In the past, this place produced a dark-colored iron ore, so it had the name Black Iron. However, twenty years ago, the black iron was exhausted, and the workers gradually withdrew. The town was no longer as prosperous as it was back then. "
From afar, the buildings in Black Iron Town were mostly dark in color. The dark brown roofs, black corridors, and dark tracks that passed through the town made the small town located in the snow at the foot of the mountain seem a little depressing. Not far away was a low mountain top, and the old facilities left behind by the mine could still be seen. Of course, they were no longer of any use. All they had was for people to occasionally reminisce about the old days that had passed.
On that day, there were two or three mining companies operating in the town. Their warehouses were located in Black Iron Town, so simple rails were laid from the mine to the warehouse in the town to facilitate the loading and unloading of the mine carts along the rails into the town. Now, these rails were no longer of much use. Many of them had already been abandoned, leaving behind ugly scars in the town.
When the off-road military vehicle drove into the 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 turned off the engine, jumped out of the car and shouted to one of the old men, "Is there a priest named Miro here?"
"Yes, my lord. Father Miro lives in the chapel behind. "The white-bearded old man pointed to a small, dark church in the distance of the town.
Allen looked up. The bell tower on the church had long since lost its silver bell, leaving only an empty frame. The church was not big, only two stories tall. Outside, a circle of high and low wooden fences surrounded an open space. On the left side of the open space, there was a dilapidated car.
The second lieutenant returned to the car, drove out of the church, and walked into the church with Allen. Bypassing a fountain that had been dry for an unknown period of time and could no longer spit out a trace of water, the two of them walked up a few stone steps that were riddled with cracks. The second lieutenant frowned and pushed open the door of the church. The air inside the door smelled of alcohol and desperately entered the second lieutenant's nose.
The second lieutenant sneezed.
Allen looked into the church and saw a few townspeople sitting sporadically on a few sparse rows of wooden chairs. They were all old men, and when they heard the second lieutenant sneeze, everyone turned around. On those aged faces, pairs of turbid eyes cast puzzled gazes at him. Allen passed through these people and saw the priest on the sermon platform.
He held a bottle of wine in one hand and flipped through the Bible on the stage with the other.
Everything was as Ron had sent him. Allen was sure that this was the priest 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 to confess, well, I'll charge 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 good, this is Young Master Allen. He is a distinguished guest from Babylon. My suggestion is to end your sermon quickly, because Young Master Allen has some questions for you. "
Father Miro said seriously, "The weekly sermon is sacred and inviolable. Even a noble young master from the floating island cannot interrupt it." Of course, God will always lead every lost lamb to the other side of the truth, so as his spokesperson in the world, I am happy to solve the doubts of this young master. "If this generous young master gives me and these believers compensation for the sermon …"
The second lieutenant snorted and was about to do it. Allen gently pulled him and nodded, "I will give you a satisfactory number on this point."
"Alright then." Father Miro immediately stepped down from the platform and said to the old men, "Go back, Old Henry, and Jack. You old things, come back in a few days. "
"Miro, you said you would pray for us." An old woman chattered.
As the priest lifted her up and pushed her out, he said, "By God, dear Lily, I will not let you go." I promise I will pray for you before you go to heaven, but not now. "
Finally, only the priest, the second lieutenant, and Allen were left in the church.
"Second Lieutenant, can you wait for me outside?" Allen said.
The second lieutenant bowed and looked at Miro before leaving the church.
Father Miro walked to the platform and said, "Well, if you have any troubles now, just tell me, 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." Allen interrupted, "Tell me everything about Archimedes. Father! "
Father Miro paused, then turned around and smiled, "Of course, if you would like to discuss the great father of ancient Greek mechanics with me?"
"Father, you know it's not that Archimedes." Allen said in a deep voice, "The one I'm talking about, perhaps you've seen him before."
"Alright, it's another Archimedes." Father Miro laughed, making the beard on his chin look like a mess. He circled his head with his finger, "You know, although I'm not old, I'll become slow if I stay in this godforsaken place for a long time. So about this Archimedes, I think I need time to remember before I can answer your question. "
"A thousand yuan, if it can help you remember." Allen shook his head.
"Thank you for your generosity. Ah, I remember, that's a special man. He's always so melancholy. He's clearly young, but his eyes seem to have experienced the vicissitudes of life and accumulated experience and wisdom over a long period of time. "Father Miro immediately changed his words.
Another money-minded person, Allen thought. "Please be more detailed," he said.
Father Miro opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't spit out a word for a long time. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "I wonder what this young master wants to know about him?"
Allen's mind flashed with his mother Lanny's beautiful and miserable face. He shook his hand and said, "Did that Archimedes say who he loved?"
"Women?"
"What do you think!"
"Alright, alright, don't blame me for talking too much. After all, who doesn't have a strange hobby these days?" Father Miro grabbed the head that was not much different from the bird's nest. He thought for a moment and his eyes lit up. "Yes, he really loved a woman. Let me think, that was about 12 years ago. That's right, it was that year. I remember very clearly that old Henry's pig had arched the poor vegetables in Lily's yard. Of course, you know that in an environment like the surface, nothing grown can be eaten … "
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