"I'm sorry, Young Master. I didn't mean to waste my time." Father Miro patted his head and said, "After all, these things have been happening for too long. There's always something else to connect them. Well, as you said, let's get straight to the point. "
"That day, Old Henry and Lily had a big fight and asked me to judge. It was already night when I finished dealing with them, and I saw him when I returned to the church. That's right, Archimedes. " Father Miro pointed to the second row of chairs on the left and said, "He was sitting here looking very depressed. When I asked him what was troubling him, he pulled me for a drink."
"He drank a lot, and his eyes were very melancholy, as if there was an inextricable knot in his heart. He said he fell in love with a woman. I asked him how much he loved her, and he said it was more than his own life … "
Miro's entire body suddenly trembled, and the temperature in the church seemed to have dropped by two degrees for no reason. A chill rose from his feet, causing him to shiver.
Allen lowered his head, so the lights in the church only left a shadow on his face. In the shadows, Father Miro suddenly saw two red lights light up, as if the gates of purgatory had opened, and the abyss demons had opened their bloody eyes. Father Miro sat down on the ground and looked at Allen in shock.
"He's lying!" Allen suddenly raised his head and shouted. With him as the center, an invisible Origin Energy fluctuation pushed away, crushing all the pitiful rows of chairs in the church!
Allen's eyes seemed to be about to spit out flames, and his red pupils were like magma boiling!
"If he really loves that person, even over his own life, why did he abandon her!" Allen shouted, and the sound waves caused all the windows in the church to buzz.
The door opened and the second lieutenant nervously got in. Seeing the mess in the church, he couldn't help but be stunned. Just as he looked at Allen and was about to step forward, Allen raised his hand and said, "I'm fine, Second Lieutenant."
"Alright, call me again if you need anything." The second lieutenant glared at Miro, obviously thinking that Miro had angered Allen.
Milo spread out his hands innocently.
Allen took a deep breath and suppressed the flames in his chest that were about to spew out. "I lost control of myself. I'm very sorry, Father. I will compensate you for all the losses here. "
"Then I'm relieved." The priest murmured. He patted his buttocks and stood up. He glanced at Allen and said, "Forgive me for speaking too much, young master. Sometimes, leaving the person you love may be a form of protection. "
Allen's body trembled slightly.
This was something he had never thought about. Could it be that his father had left his mother behind because there was something or someone threatening them? But why didn't that man reveal anything to Lanny?
Perhaps only Archimedes himself knew the answer.
"Father, what else do you know about him?" Allen asked.
Father Miro tilted his head and said, "A lot. After all, I've known him for ten years."
"Very well, I hope you can tell me everything you know."
Father Miro revealed an embarrassed expression. "Young Master, that's not something that can be explained in a short period of time. Besides, it will take me a lot of time. "
"I will pay you the compensation you deserve."
"To be honest, the compensation you promised me just now is enough for me to live happily for a few years. You know, on this damn surface, no one knows what will happen in a few years. So I don't need any other compensation. As long as you agree to a small request of mine, I'll be happy to share everything about Archimedes with you. "Father Miro looked eagerly at Allen.
Allen frowned, "I hope I can satisfy your request. Tell me 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! "
"Father, Babylon may not be heaven." Allen said, "But I can help with that."
Allen still had 15 spots in his hands to designate surface residents to move to Babylon. That was one of the rewards for winning the death arena, but the quota was limited. Allen didn't want to waste it casually, so he asked, "But you have to tell me what you're good at. Babylon doesn't raise idlers."
"As you can see, I'm a priest. It's my responsibility to spread the gospel of the Lord and lead his followers into his arms. It's also what I'm best at. "Father Miro even turned around and opened his arms.
Allen shook his head. "That's not enough. I don't think there's a shortage of priests up there."
Father Miro's expression fell. He paced back and forth a few times before finally stopping and saying, "Well, I'm still a military doctor. I used to be, but I'm not the kind of doctor who treats wounds. What I heal is the trauma of the soul. "
"Also a military psychological consultant?" Allen nodded. "Alright, barely qualified. But now you … "
"Damn it, I just like to drink a little. They said I was drunk and doubted my aptitude. In the end, they kicked me out of the army." Father Miro said angrily, "Otherwise, why would I need to be a priest? But no matter what, these two professions have something in common, don't they? "
"Then let's do this. I'll go back to Babylon tomorrow. But I need some necessary procedures to get you to Babylon. That'll take a few days. "Allen paused and said," I have to warn you, Father. If I find out in the future that everything you told me is not the truth, as I said before, you will find that Babylon is not necessarily heaven. If necessary, it can become hell. "
Father Miro smiled awkwardly and said, "Of course."
Allen walked towards the gate.
"Please wait a moment." Shouted Father Miro.
Allen turned around and the priest said seriously, "It's getting late. I suggest you leave tomorrow. However, there are no hotels in town. There is a small attic next to the church bell tower. I can still live in it after I tidy it up. It shouldn't be a problem to rest for a night. Most importantly, Archimedes lived there before. I wonder if you … "
"Then I'll have to trouble you to clean it up for me." Allen said.
Father Miro's eyes lit up and he said with a smile, "Then you won't be stingy with paying me some boarding fees, will you?"
This money-loving old fellow! Allen couldn't help but curse in his heart.
Babylon was brightly lit at night.
Goldwing Avenue and William Avenue meet in Aurora Square. These two main roads divide the central city into four large areas and 16 small blocks. Aurora Square was undoubtedly the most prosperous area in the central city. Near Aurora Square, there were landmarks such as the Federation Chamber of Commerce, the Golden Eagle Commercial Building, the Goliath Building, and the Venus Hotel.
What radiated from this was a forest of buildings, a huge transportation network, bustling streets, and various large public facilities. Even under the night sky, the street lamps on both sides of the street, the neon lights of high-rise buildings, and the endless flow of traffic made Babylon look like a colorful painting of the world under the night sky, revealing a bustling aura everywhere.
The inhabitants of Babylon were proud to live on the floating island.
Guman was no exception.
He was a black man, even though the Federation government had launched the slogan "Eliminate racial and color discrimination" when it was first established. However, in reality, it was still very difficult for blacks to hold high positions in the vast and complex administrative network of the Federation government. There weren't many surface prosecutors like Guman who could become a district. Guman usually worked on the surface, but now that Christmas was less than ten days away, he was naturally allowed to return to Babylon to reunite with his family and welcome the new year together.
This afternoon, he had already returned to Babylon on a transportation airship, and in the evening, he attended an important bureaucratic banquet. At this moment, he was very tired when he returned to his home on the 11th street. The considerate wife had already prepared hot water. After bathing, Guman casually shouted, "Where's my bathrobe?"
A figure shook outside the bathroom, and a maid came in with a bathrobe in her hands. "Sir, here's what you want."
"Put it down." Guman looked at the maid. She was very young, probably only sixteen or seventeen years old. Her milk-colored head was dignified at the back of her head, and her youthful face made Guman feel that she was no longer young.
"Are you new?"
The prosecutor was not a great noble, so he naturally could not afford to hire a butler and a group of servants. There was only one maid in Guman's house, but she was a woman in her thirties, not the young girl in front of her.
The girl nodded and said, "Ms. Willy is ill. Mistress asked her to rest for a few days and I will temporarily replace her."
"I see. You can go out." Guman waved his hand.
As she put on her bathrobe, the figure of the young maid lingered in Guman's mind. Such a young body was simply a ball of flame, Guman groaned in his mind.
He walked out in his bathrobe and went to the study. The temperature of the room was moderate, and there was already a cup of hot smoking coffee on the table. Guman secretly praised that this little maid was much smarter than Willy when she worked.
I wonder if she's more powerful in bed than Willy? Guman thought, then sat down at the desk. His job was not just as simple as a prosecutor on the surface. He was also a middleman, a role that conveyed certain instructions to the big shots above. Not long ago, an adult's hard-earned armed forces on the surface were secretly attacked. When Guman received the news, he didn't have time to inform his superiors because of the urgency of the time, so he could only immediately send the news to the surface.
Unfortunately, the armed forces were still taken care of. The one who took out the surface army was another big shot that no one could afford to offend. Therefore, Guman's superiors could only endure it silently and vent their anger on the prosecutor.
Recalling the cold shoulder he had received at the banquet, Guman couldn't help but tighten his bathrobe. Perhaps he had to write a secret letter to his boss. After all, it wasn't his fault this time.
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