In the end, Lucy asked for a stack of drawing paper that she couldn't see through. Her Highness the Empress said that she had nothing to do, so she could study Vera's "graffiti". Allen knew that she was concerned about him, but he didn't point it out. However, the gazes between the two of them became a little more gentle. Adele, who was beside him, wrinkled her nostrils and snorted. Then, she left the restaurant on the pretext of practicing her guns.
Everyone dispersed. Bescot wanted to go to the academy to see if he could leave some assassination skills in the combat skills instruction. Edward, on the other hand, wanted to immediately start the work of forging identities. This work required a lot of manpower, and they had to spread their fabricated identities widely. A person's memory is a wonderful thing, if it is emphasized over and over again. Then even if it is a false thing, it will become a "fact" in people's memories.
That was the effect Edward wanted. When someone investigated their background, Edward had no idea what was going on. If you heard ten people say the same answer, you might have some doubts. But if it was a hundred people, a thousand people said the same thing. Then even if these identities were fake, they would still become facts.
However, such a "truth" needed time to ferment. Fortunately, they still had time.
So Father Miro became the only idle person in the restaurant.
Allen patted him on the shoulder and said, "Take a walk to the church."
It was not Monday, and it was afternoon, but there were still a few believers in and out of the church. On the way, Miro had already given Allen a brief report. There were now more than ten thousand believers in the church, some of whom were nobles or officials. These people were the focus of Miro's efforts, and they had also made great contributions to the Church. There was no doubt that officials and nobles could play a much more influential role in the spread of the Church than ordinary people.
Moreover, the supplies they donated also played a vital role in the establishment of the Crusaders. Of course, the power of ordinary people could not be ignored. Miro knew this very well. Ordinary believers were the foundation of the Church. Without a cornerstone, the Church would only be on the verge of collapse. Therefore, every month, Miro would designate a few specific days for the Church's activities. On the day of the event, Miro would give a portion of the supplies to the struggling families in the territory, thus establishing a tall and glorious image for the Church.
A bright image is very important. On the way, Milo had emphasized this point more than once.
The cathedral was still brightly lit. The bright afternoon sun fell on the stained glass of the cathedral, refracting colorful halos and painting the cathedral with a layer of sacred color. In the church, the crucifix of Jesus stood tall, so that everyone who entered the church could see it for the first time. The statue showed the mercy of God to the people in a vivid way, reminding them that the spirit of the church lies in devotion and sacrifice.
This was a subtle process. Through the dissemination of church personnel, and even the activities of the church, as well as the hints of statues and paintings, the faith was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Controlling people's hearts was equivalent to controlling the world.
After Miro entered the church, he put on a dignified look, causing Allen to shake his head in his heart. The priest first went to the pulpit and prayed devoutly before the statue before returning to Allen's side.
Allen sat quietly on a row of empty seats, looking up at the statue in front of him, not saying a word for a long time.
It was not until Mi coughed that Allen suddenly said, "Father, have you ever heard Archimedes mention the path of burning blood?"
"What path?" At first, Miro was still a little distracted. Suddenly, he thought of something and bounced up, "You mean the path of burning blood? How do you know about the path of burning blood! "
His tone was extremely shocked, and his voice echoed in the huge church, causing several believers and nuns to cast puzzled gazes at him. Miro hurriedly smiled and sat back down in an impeccable posture. Then, he lowered his voice and said, "Young Master Allen, have you already opened the path of burning blood?"
Allen narrowed his eyes and said, "Looks like you do know something, but I'm curious. Why haven't you mentioned such an important matter before?"
Miro did not avoid his gaze, but sighed and said, "Because your father said that he would never let such a fate happen to his descendants. But from the looks of it, he didn't succeed. "
"Really?"
"Absolutely!" Miro said with certainty.
"Then what do you want to tell me about Archimedes and the path of burning blood?" Allen's voice was very soft, like the wind blowing from the lake, not making anyone feel strange at all. However, his fingers trembled slightly.
Miro raised his head and looked at the statue of the church. "Speaking of which, it happened the second time I saw Archimedes. I remember that year, I spent the night in fear in the storm, and the next day, I found the ceiling of my poor chapel collapsing … "
As he spoke, Miro felt as if the air around him was gradually becoming damp, just like that heart-wrenching morning. When he arrived at the church and looked at the water on the ground and the statue of Jesus that had fallen to the ground, Miro felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife. He could even calculate how much it would cost to repair the ceiling, the statue, and clean up the water. Of course, if this was a well-known church, then it wouldn't be too much of a problem to raise money from believers. Those lovely people would always be willing to be generous, but damn it, this was just a church in a dilapidated town.
Most importantly, the believers in the town were far from devout. Thus, the priest could foresee that the money he had painstakingly saved up would probably have to be taken out and spent. To him, this was an incomparably heart-wrenching matter. It was like watching his beloved marry another man. If the priest also had someone he liked.
However, the church could not leave it alone. After all, this was where he lived. And without a church, how could he fool the old things in town? Although they were not devout, they could sometimes be tricked into donating some property.
So even though his heart ached, Father Miro still took out all his savings. He walked out of the church, intending to go to town and call the damned carpenter over, but the priest saw him as soon as he left the church. Archimedes, the mountain-like man, was lying in the small flower bed outside the church, covered in blood. The blood on his body had already dyed the flowers and plants that had been damaged by the wind and rain into a mournful red.
Father Miro's face turned pale. He wanted to kick this drunkard, credit-loving, tasteless man out of the church. But considering that Archimedes wasn't dead yet, if he woke up and found himself treated like that. He would probably take off his head in anger, so Father Miro could only curse as he struggled to drag the bloody man into the church.
When Archimedes woke up, it was already after noon. The first thing the priest did when he woke up was to tell him how much of his potions and gauze he had used. More importantly, these things all cost money! On the point of money, the priest never gave in, even if Archimedes wanted to kill him, he would not give a penny less. In his words, money was as sacred as divine grace!
"Damn it, Milo. I have a headache now. Can you not count me out? No matter how much it is, I will pay you back. " Archimedes covered his forehead and said. This man, who was as rough as a steel embryo, was always so careless. He had even forgotten that he had yet to repay the priest for his drinks last time.
Miro's face was as black as the sky before the heavy rain. In the end, he was sure that he wouldn't be able to squeeze out a few copper coins from Archimedes, who was in tatters. He gave up on the great plan of asking him to repay part of the debt first and asked instead, "What are you doing? Why are you in such a sorry state? Did you almost get killed? "
"Indeed, I thought I was going to die this time." Archimedes grinned. His bearded smile looked so heartless.
Miro said viciously, "It's rare that a man like you was almost killed. I can't help but want to meet this great man."
Archimedes' smile disappeared from his face. "Trust me, friend. He's not as kind as me. You definitely don't want to see him. That brother of mine is not a good person. Wherever he appears, there are usually dead people. A lot of people died! "
Miro said with an expression as if he had swallowed a rotten egg, "A person like you actually has a brother. Almighty Lord, how benevolent you, how can you allow such a disaster to happen?"
"Hey, don't make me sound like a god of plague!" Archimedes wanted to raise his hand to protest, but with this movement, the priest's tight bandage technique immediately dyed the bandage with a layer of red. "But maybe you're right, we are like unfortunate people who will bring disaster upon us. But I didn't expect that guy to come looking for me. Damn it, the path to burning blood is still open. "
"What path?" The priest's ears twitched and he asked.
Archimedes waved his hand and said, "Don't ask such nonsense. Do you have any wine, Miro?"
"Do you want to die? Bastard, it wasn't easy for me to save you. If you want to die, pay your debts first. "
"Cut the crap, I know you have wine. Bastard, I can already smell the wine. Hurry up and bring the wine, or I'll tear down this church! "Archimedes said shamelessly.
Miro was so angry that his entire body trembled. In the end, he said, "You bastard, you will go to hell sooner or later."
Archimedes said disapprovingly, "I'm already in hell, you idiot."
When some idiot reluctantly took out a bottle of vodka from his collection, Archimedes grabbed it as if he had forgotten his injuries. He flicked the cork with his thumb and took a sip. Then he sighed, "It's not much, but it's not bad to have this on the ground. Milo, where did you get such a good thing from? "
"Cut the crap. This bottle of wine costs you a thousand dollars for a sip!" Miro screamed because he saw that a quarter of his collection had been lost, and soon only two-thirds remained.
Archimedes's alcohol tolerance wasn't just any ordinary person.
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