The moon was like a silver plate, hanging for half a day.
The Torrent Square was bathed in the silver moonlight, giving the gathering a holy color. On the high platform in the center of the square, Father Miro was speaking his opening remarks. Behind him, Vera raised her small face and looked at the bright moon in the night sky. On both sides of the platform, eight Cross Knight wearing red cloaks stood with their swords. The night breeze blew the bright red cloak, and the silver armor sword shone with dignity.
Below the stage, a total of thirty-eight Crusader Swordsmen formed a fan-shaped formation. This was a boundary line that separated the people from the platform. Outside, the hundred infantry soldiers of the Deep Sea Scaled Concubine maintained the order of the plaza. Even so, the crowd still squeezed their heads to move forward so that they could see the Holy Maiden.
"It's about time." Vera softly interrupted Father Miro's long, stinky, red tape opening remarks.
Father Miro raised his head and shouted his holy name to conceal the embarrassment on his face. Finally, he said, "Now, Miss Vera, please bring us divine revelation!"
The applause was thunderous.
Vera was still dressed in a black dress, with only a short cloak draped over her shoulders. The edges were decorated with carved lace and fastened with a silver emblem with a cross pattern drawn in red porcelain. She walked forward, her skirt fluttering like flames, reaching the front of the stage. The people in the plaza couldn't help but call out her name, the holy name of the Lord of Gao Song. There were even people who cried like rain and fainted from excitement.
When the cries reached the peak, Vera raised her arm and pointed at the silver moon in the night sky.
The cries stopped.
"I see that the three rivers converge into the shape of a fork …" she said in a low, hoarse voice. The wind spread her voice throughout the square, and everyone pricked up their ears, refusing to hear a single word from her.
Vera actually gave a revelation as soon as she went on stage. Who would dare to interrupt her in such a situation?
"By the three-pronged river, Nightingale landed on a broken rose tree and cried."
"The Lord said that evil is breeding here. The Abyss Devils are muttering. They are brewing a conspiracy." Vera moved her arm and pointed in the direction of the Trident River outside the city. "If we don't stop the sin, Ark Harbor will become a city of sin. It will never be enveloped by the light of the Lord. It will become a land of eternal evil!"
There was a cry of alarm in the square, and someone shouted, "Please tell us, Miss Vera. Where are the demons? What evil are they brewing? "
"It was a sinful place crawled with ivy, and I saw ghosts lingering in it. There were veiled ladies weeping in the fire, and ignorant children sleeping in the deep wells. I also saw my sinful father curse the world with the most malicious words, and cut his own throat with a dagger soaked in the blood of the innocent. However, there was an even deeper darkness within. And … those who are waiting to be rescued. " Vera said in a prophetic tone, "This is what the Father in heaven has allowed me to see."
"I know, that's the house of the homicidal maniac Humber!" In the east corner of the square, a man climbed onto a stone sculpture and shouted, "By the Three-forked River, the broken rose tree. And the eerie house covered with ivy and the pattern of the Weeping Blood Nightingale, isn't that the home of the evil Humber? That bastard burned his wife to death in the cellar, sank his two-year-old child into the well, killed a few innocent neighbors who heard the cry for help, and finally committed suicide. That's right, that's Humber's house. The devil is there! "
Ten years ago, the murderous maniac Humber, a man from a small noble family, moved from the city to live by the Trident River because of his mental illness. However, in the end, he still did not escape the fate that seemed to be cursed. Humber personally killed his wife and children, and even a few innocent neighbors were implicated. In the end, there were only a few abandoned estates left in that area. Some people said that when they passed by the Trident River in the middle of the night, they could still hear Humber's loud curses and the cries of his wife and children.
There is no place more evil than that.
The voices of discussion grew louder and louder in the plaza. Someone shouted, "Let's go and eradicate evil." So the crowd echoed. Hearing the waves of voices, Vera turned to look at Father Miro and said, "That's enough."
"You must be a natural actor." Said the priest.
On the banks of the Trident River, a rose tree that had been split into two by lightning had already sprouted tender green leaves. Without nightingales patronizing this pitiful old tree, there were a few crows who used it as their home. In front of the tree, in a gloomy house, there was a warm candle light in the direction of the bedroom. A crow flew past the window, and the figure of a man in a long robe was reflected in its scarlet eyes.
Gills sat on the bed and slid his hand across Jorah's face. Her skin was so smooth, like the finest silk. Jorah was shocked and angry. "What are you doing, Gills? Let go of me. Heavens, what's wrong with you! "
"The moon is full tonight, isn't it?" Gills did not answer, but looked out of the window. The moonlight shone on his face, making it as pale as a vampire's: "People always say that the full moon is full of magic. I think so, just like now, I know something I shouldn't have. But I desire it as much as I desire your body. "
"What did you say? Gills, are you crazy? I'm your father's sister! " Jorah widened her eyes. She couldn't believe that the man in front of her was the nephew she had seen grow up.
"I'm crazy? Maybe. No one thinks highly of me. Father is like this, and neither are you. You all think that Allen is more suitable to be my count, right? Otherwise, why would father order me to form an alliance with him and curry favor with him? As for you, you are already engaged to Hoey's son, but you are still thinking about him. In the end, you are just a slut. Why are you pretending to be a Holy Maiden? " Gills raised Jorah's face and licked his lips. "It's a pity that Allen can't taste you, and neither can Hoey's son. Tonight, only I can be your man. "
"Shut up! How can you say such shameless words! "
"Of course I can shut up, as long as I don't have time to talk. And I really don't have any interest in saying anything else. Don't you think so? "Gills slid his hand down and pulled open Jorah's collar. Looking at it from this angle, the mountain range inside was tall and straight, beautiful beyond compare. He took a deep breath and poked his head down to kiss Gills.
Jorah used all her strength and knocked her head on Gills' forehead, causing him to scream miserably and fall off the bed. Only then did Jorah snort coldly, "Look at your weak appearance, you still dare to call yourself a man?"
"You bitch!" Gills covered his forehead and jumped up angrily. He slapped Jorah's face, causing half of her cheek to swell.
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