It was a wonderful morning.
After days of rain, the Black Iron Town finally welcomed the sunlight that was like salvation. The poor people seemed to see hope. At least, that's what Father Miro thought. If it weren't for a man reeking of alcohol in the church, this morning would not only be wonderful, but even sacred.
Archimedes! Damn Archimedes!
The priest walked behind the man and shouted, "Archimedes, you bastard, how long are you going to stay here? Don't you have to work? Don't you know how long my dear parishioners haven't come to church to pray because of you? "
"What does that have to do with me …" The man replied lazily.
"Damn it, why don't they come to pray? My salvation? Ash? Chao Fang? A strange rod?? Quietly Huan Huan? In a daze? Wu?
"I won't buy those damn talismans either."
"Nonsense, how could a murderer like you believe in redemption?" Father Miro snorted coldly.
Suddenly, a faint light flashed through the air, and Father Miro could see that it was a dagger. Archimedes turned around, stroking his steel-like beard as he chuckled. "Don't forget, if it weren't for me, the murderer, you wouldn't have the money in your safe."
"So, what did you say just now?"
Father Miro immediately put on a solemn expression and said, "I said we are old friends, true friends. So look, do you want to move this dangerous thing away a little? "
The priest carefully moved the blade away with two fingers. The man yawned, put away the dagger, and picked up the tin wine jug to take a sip. Archimedes looked at the reflection of himself on the lustrous surface of the wine jug and suddenly asked, "Father, do you believe in God?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I was thinking, if there really was an almighty Lord, that would be great."
Father Miro frowned and said, "I believe in God. After all, if there is no faith, this damn life will drive people crazy. It's just that I believe in him, but I don't know, is God still willing to believe in us? "
"That's true. You humans specialize in doing things that make him sad." Archimedes smiled.
"You make it sound like you're not human." Father Miro rolled his eyes and asked, "You're a little strange today. You seem a little sentimental."
"Bullshit, I'm not a woman. How can I be sentimental?" Archimedes stretched. "I just drank too much, so my head is a little muddled."
"You're the only one drinking so early in the morning." The priest muttered and looked at the man. He coughed lightly and asked, "Archimedes, do you have a dream?"
"What?"
"Is that what you want to do? For example, I want to have a magnificent church, with a group of lovely and clever children singing hymns every day, and to see well-dressed parishioners and listen to their heartfelt confessions. "Miro closed his eyes, as if immersed in a dream.
"But in fact, your classroom is shabby and small. As for the believers, ha, those old fellows … "
"Damn it, the reason why a dream is a dream is because it's better than reality!" The priest who had his beautiful dream broken said in annoyance.
"If you want to talk about dreams, I have one too." Archimedes shook the wine jug, which was almost empty. "I hope I can save the world."
"What?" Miro thought he had heard wrongly. He shook his head and said, "So you have such a naive time."
"Naive? That's right, I've been to many places and seen many things. Everything tells me that there's nothing worth saving in this world. But if, if there's only one person worth saving, I'm willing to do my best to save it … "
Father Miro put his hand on his forehead. "Are you out of your mind? If I hadn't known you for so many years, I'd have thought you were God. "
"If you don't take your hand away, prepare to say goodbye to it."
Miro was shocked and hurriedly dodged. Archimedes stood up, his tall figure making the church seem a little crowded. He carried the wine jug to the door, and Miro couldn't help but ask, "Where are you going?"
"Go kill a few people and see if anyone is worth saving." Archimedes waved his hand and said goodbye. He went into the overly bright sunlight outside the church.
That figure caused Miro to be stunned for a moment. It took him a moment to react, and then the priest screamed, "Damn bastard! You haven't paid your rent and wine yet! "
At this point, Miro smiled and looked at Allen. "Sometimes I miss that bastard, even though he brings a lot of trouble every time."
Allen put down his glass and asked solemnly, "Father, what happened to him in the end?"
"In the end … I don't know if he's dead or alive. I don't know any of this. I just know such a man, but I never really understood him. Your father, anyway, he's a complicated guy. I saw a lot of contradictions in him. His hands were stained with blood, but I could feel that those words to save the world were from the bottom of his heart. "
Miro shook his head and smiled bitterly, "So I don't know what will happen to such a person in the end. Maybe he's drinking in a dilapidated chapel right now. "
"Anyway, thank you for telling me about him."
"Nothing, that's my duty. Alright, I have to prepare for the church. As for that man, I'll tell you more about him in the future. "
After Father Miro left, Allen was the only one left in the hall. Allen stood at the edge of the table and dipped his hand into the water on the edge of the cup. He sketched a simple outline on the table. "What kind of person is that man …"
The next day, Allen left Sur City. On the way, a team from Storm City met up with him and headed for Purple Roland Harbor together. It was already a few days before they arrived at the port city. Allen's trip was very low-key this time. There were only a dozen or so people in the team. Apart from the ten King Of Mountains warriors, there were only Regis and Belmore.
After entering the city, the team headed straight for Fragrant Oriole Grass Street, which was now under Allen's control. The street was much livelier than it was three months ago. It was evening when Allen and the others arrived at Purple Roland Harbor. Now, the street lamps on both sides of the street were lit up, illuminating the long street. The pedestrians on the street could tell that most of them were regular customers of taverns and casinos, and some of them were small merchants.
After hearing the news of Allen and the others' arrival, Sean and William waited early in the morning to welcome them. Accompanying Allen through the long street, Sean gave a brief report. According to Allen's previous proposal, they had renovated several buildings at the end of the street, which would be completed in two months. At that time, there would be a well-equipped hotel on Fragrant Oriole Grass Street, providing a place for passing merchants and their own caravans to stay.
As for the taverns and casinos, they were also doing well under the management of Vino's people. Although there were a few blind local gangs who wanted to take advantage of them during this period, they were all taught a lesson by William and the King Of Mountains warriors.
The biggest change was at the entrance of the street, where Sean had transformed a few houses into pavilions and small workshops. The exhibition hall was used to display all kinds of fabrics produced in Sur City to attract guests. The workshop shipped a semi-automatic textile machine from Sur City and stationed two skilled workers. In this way, samples that met the requirements could be manufactured in a short period of time according to the needs of the guests.
In the end, Sean said that he had received a batch of orders from the Lily Chamber of Commerce and some other small merchants in the past three months. This batch of orders was enough for Sur City to do for a year. When the fatty spoke with great enthusiasm, his face seemed to shine. On the other side, William was also in high spirits. Allen took advantage of no one's attention to bump his waist and ask, "Have you taken down Miss Jessica?"
William's face immediately flushed red and he said awkwardly, "What are you talking about, head? Miss Jessica and I have only just become friends. "
"The ordinary kind." He emphasized.
Allen smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. Ordinary friends can become close friends in the future. Then it's a close friend, and then … hehe. "
He chuckled dryly. Everything was said without words. Not long after, Allen found out that William had only recently spoken to Jessica. Every time he went to look for her in the name of Sean, he would see her butler more often. In terms of time, Jessica's first meeting with William happened to be the day after Storm City was taken down. The coincidence of time made one unable to help but think of the well-informed information channels of the Hundred Meetings Chamber of Commerce.
Back then, Singh's lair had already been hung with the words' Sur City Allied Chamber of Commerce 'outside. This place had become the headquarters of the Chamber of Commerce. The courtyard had undergone the necessary modifications. For example, the courtyard walls had been raised quite a bit, and there was an extra earth building in each corner. Even the two wooden doors were reinforced with steel plates behind the doors. It could be seen that if needed, this courtyard could be turned into a small fortress.
After dinner, a guest came to visit. It was Roger's guard, Jeralf. He had delivered Roger's invitation to Allen for lunch at noon tomorrow. Jeralf added, "Apart from Mr. Roger, there will also be Miss Jessica and a few other gentlemen. Lord Allen, please do me the honor."
Allen said cheerfully, "Please tell Mr. Roger that I will arrive on time."
"I will tell Mr. Roger word for word." Jeralf said goodbye and said, "If I have the chance, I would like to ask my lord for advice again."
Allen smiled and said, "Welcome."
Only then did Jeralf leave. Allen looked at the invitation and said to Sean, "Come with me to meet the big merchants tomorrow."
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