Edge of the Apocalypse

The weather was clear on this day, and the rising sun would sprinkle full of vigorous sunlight into the city of Suer without hesitation. The pale golden light painted the city with a layer of almost divine color. The simple bell tower, the solemn temple and the high and low residential houses, the outlines of the many buildings became blurred, blending into a picture like a heaven.

A charcoal pen is stroked on the plain drawing paper, and every line drawn by the pen tip is clean and concise. They constitute the prototype of a panoramic view of the city. Obviously it is a black and white drawing, but the weight of the strokes, and even the changes in depth between the lines, cleverly create a rich layering comparable to oil paintings. Vera was sitting on the fence of the rooftop of the City Lord's Mansion, her white legs intertwined, and she was as quiet as a ghostly girl painting towards the city.

The rooftop is so peaceful, only the light rustling of charcoal brushes over the drawing paper echoes. So when the footsteps appeared on the rooftop, it seemed so abrupt. Vera stopped painting, turned her head, and saw Father Miró with an embarrassed face.

In the eyes of the young girl, Father Miró was so uncomfortable, he looked like a vulgar thing that couldn't fit in this space.

He scratched his head and said, "Excuse me?"

Vera didn't speak, but shook her head, turned her head and continued to draw the work that was not completed in her hand.

Father Milo stretched his waist and said: "I don't want to disturb you either, but you see, even Edward ran to Storm City. You are the only'acquaintance' left in this city. I won't talk to you anymore. I'm almost suffocating."

He glanced at the girl again and said, "It's too dangerous for you to sit on the fence, in case you fall..."

"It doesn't matter, for the time being, I can't see my death date yet." Vera said nonchalantly.

Father Milo said: "Having the ability to look into the future is also very distressing. For example, I must be distressed to see the death of people next to me."

Vera's paintbrush was suddenly too hard, and the tip of the pen broke, dragging a long black line on the drawing paper. Miluotian could see it, and immediately knew that he had said something wrong, and said less: "That, I didn't mean it. Hey, I can't even chat..."

"I have seen the death of my parents, but I can't stop it from happening." Vera raised her head. In her eyes, the world is only in black and white: "So sometimes, I hate my ability. Even, I think I’ve blinded my eyes, but that can’t stop it. Sometimes, those images simply ignore my wishes and force them into my head. Probably only when I die can these things really stop."

"Don't mess around." The priest hurriedly said: "Suicide is a felony. God does not allow this to happen."

"God..." Vera asked quietly, "Father, are there really gods in this world? If so, why would he allow so much misfortune to happen."

Milo sighed lightly, put his hand on his chest and said, "Ms. Vera, it doesn't really matter whether you have a **** or not. The important thing is whether you have faith. Faith does not bring about material changes, but it can change. Our spirit makes us brave fighters. I believe in Christ, not to believe that the Almighty God can bring me instant change. It makes me believe that as long as I go on, I can always find a ray of life in my life. sunlight."

"Sometimes, to save a world, it only takes a tiny ray of sunshine."

Vera's shoulders shook slightly, seemingly touching, she lowered her head and said in an imperceptible voice: "Thank you."

"That, you're welcome." Father Milo laughed and touched his head. The solemnity just disappeared, and his current appearance changed back to the appearance of a third-rate **** stick.

A carriage drove into the city lord's mansion at this moment, Milo said, leaning on the railing to look down. Two people emerged from the carriage, it was Alan and Edward. As if feeling Miró's gaze, Allen looked up. So I saw the girl in black and white sitting on the stone fence showering on the rooftop in the morning light. Chenfeng gently picked up her hair, and her posture of softly gathering her hair is ready to be drawn.

Well, it would be better if there was no Father Miró next to him.

In the study, three cups of freshly brewed black tea were placed on the table. After the maid retreated, Father Milo let out a depressed cry: "Religion, you actually want to promote the doctrine of Christ in this world?"

"It may have to be corrected a bit. The ultimate goal is to make this new sect work for us." Allen said, and looked at Father Milo: "What do you think of this plan?"

"It's wonderful!" Father Milo stood up excitedly and said: "Edward is right. Starting from religion is undoubtedly a pretty good entry point. But at the beginning of the implementation, we have to do a good job. Prepare everything to achieve a blockbuster effect."

"For example?"

"Listen, Master Ellen. To gain more faith from the people, we need a **** full of mystery, and this **** must also have the ability to show miracles. Just imagine, a **** who can show miracles. God and the empire are numerous, but there are only legends and no miracles in comparison with the native gods. If you were a believer, which one would you choose as your lifelong faith?"

Allen thought about it seriously: "Nature is God, and the reason is very simple. A **** who can perform miracles is naturally much stronger than other nameless native gods."

"Yes, this is the human heart. At the beginning of the implementation of religion, its essence is to deceive the human heart." Father Milo said blasphemously: "Even in Christ, there is the resurrection of the Son of Jesus. Many legends with strong mystery, such as white bones and muscles, aim to add a layer of divinity to the doctrine. Therefore, at the beginning of promotion, a sacred and magnificent, yet solemn church is a must. If we can, we Then artificially create some light and shadow effects to increase the mystery of the sect."

"This simplicity, my fire, and Edward's wind, I believe it can impress the audience." Allen laughed.

Father Milo was inspired and excited: "No, no, this is not enough. We also need more practical miracles, such as a saint who can see the future. Hey, there is no more vivid spokesperson for the gods. Up."

"Peep into the future..." Allen said dumbly: "Do you want Vera to play such a saint?"

"Why not? Miss Vera's temperament is so ethereal, and she is most suitable for a role full of divine taste. And her ability, isn't it a miracle? Think about it, if she makes a certain prediction, and this prediction is very If it is soon realized, what miracle is more persuasive than this. At that time, I am afraid that people will cry and beg me to let them join."

"It seems I need two assistants, no, three!"

Allen was dumbfounded: "You can have as many assistants as you want, and this sounds pretty feasible. I don't know Vera she..."

The door suddenly opened, and the black-and-white girl standing outside the door calmly said: "I am willing. As a member of the hunting group, I am also obligated to contribute my own strength. If you become a so-called saint, I can help you. , I am happy to do so."

Father Milo blinked, "Look, this is the first miracle."

Allen nodded and looked at Edward and said, "Then I will leave it to you to make arrangements for the church."

"my pleasure."

Strolling in the city of Suhl in the afternoon, the sun lazily passes through the gaps in the buildings, leaving spots of varying sizes on the streets. Alan with his hands in his pockets, like an ordinary teenager, leisurely shuttles through the streets of Suhl City. From time to time, you can hear the laughter of the children and the laughter and curse of the mother following behind.

This kind of aimless wandering around is a very extravagant thing for him. But now that the follow-up matters have been properly arranged, Allen doesn't mind relaxing a little bit. It can be seen that Suer City has undergone subtle changes than when he first visited. The smiles on people's faces are a bit more than before, the main streets have been expanded a lot, the dilapidated buildings have been repaired, and the whole city is full of prosperity.

Allowing people in the territory to live and work in peace and contentment is the greatest achievement of every lord. The management of the city in such an orderly manner is a manifestation of Edward's ability, which gives Allen a deeper understanding of Maritan.

On the way, someone finally recognized Alan as a knight, so people frequently greeted him, and the half-year-old kid chased him to hear his story of attacking Storm City. In the end, Alan couldn't escape, and told the children about the war in Storm City in front of a small mill. When they heard the nervous place, these children all exclaimed. In their shining eyes, Allen saw new hope in the city.

He didn't return home until evening. Father Milo had just received the old priest from the Temple of God of War, and the two did not know what they were talking about ~ www.readwn.com~ The old priest was full of smiles when they left, and it seemed quite rewarding. Allen looked at the priest thoughtfully, and Milo raised his hand and said, "I'm just asking Mr. Priest about some religious matters."

Allen shrugged: "You don't need to explain anything, I know you can do that well."

"Of course, that is my old line." Mi coughed: "Of course, it is a little bit more difficult than what I did on earth."

"It looks like you are in a good mood this afternoon?"

"If you spend an afternoon with a group of children, your mood will be as beautiful as I am. Their eyes are without any impurities, so clear, just like the original beauty of this world. If you don’t have to grow up, I really hope they will always be It's like that." Allen said sincerely, and poured himself a glass of water.

Milo disagrees: "Sometimes when you are naive, you are on par with Archimedes."

Alan's hand holding the cup shook slightly.

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