Angel on earth

"No, it shouldn't be..." Sergio stammered, "We... should be me... you should go..."

"Don't be stupid!" Sophie slapped his cheeks with both hands, cupped his face, stared into his blue eyes and snapped, "It's hard work, hard work, Wisdom and reason! Reason, you know, Sergio...? Don't be impulsive... Don't be impulsive! What can we do now? Can we rebel against God? It's fruitless, Sergio. You're going to get another wife, Be good to her and she will be good to my Diego, Flavio and Joanna. You will have more children, but be good to these three. Send them to Dauphin, to Noren Read, you know, Sergio? They're going to have a better education, governesses won't be enough. Learn Sinai, Norn, and Aiden, and they'll be like us, even with a small inheritance from their parents , but can also rely on their hard work and wisdom to live a good life."

"I stayed with you, it was my fault, Diego is ten years old, he's a big kid, he can—"

The woman said firmly: "He can't keep his family property. You know who those politicians, businessmen, and priests are. You have to stay and protect them!"

"No, there will always be a way, Sophie, let's find a way, find a way Sophie! Those two saints must go, Yaranburg is so small-after they leave, I think, they Why are you here? Looking for vampires, and, what else..."

In a flash, Sergio Martin figured it out.

A layer of blush appeared on his pale face, and then turned livid again:

"Mikhail Kupala."

"what?"

Sergio Martin lowered his voice excitedly and roared:

"Aaron Edwards's Abaddon butler is Mikhail Kupala himself! We've all been lied to by the doctor, he's been playing tricks! Exactly the same height and build as Mikhail Kupala , can kill a bear with one punch, and can jump that high, didn't I tell you last time he used some weird words when he talked to Edwards and the doctor laughed? It's not weird words, he said Federal, Sinai, and Old Norman, each of which is standard! Edwards bought a grand piano, would he have done such a thing before Mikhail came? He couldn't even touch it in the winter The doorknob is cold! Do you remember his middle name, Sophie? Dr. Edwards' middle name!"

Sophie looked at him and replied blankly: "Ivanovic."

"That's fucking Mikhail Ivanovich Kupala," Sergio whispered.His face was flushed, and he stood up excitedly, rubbing his hands and trembling, and started pacing in the small room.Sophie Martin got up, grabbed him by the sleeve, thought, but couldn't say anything.

The master Perrin next door seemed to have finally lost his strength, and was still howling hoarsely, like a wounded beast.

"I'm going to find him. They must be responsible for this." Sergio kissed his wife hard, holding her face, as if alive again, "Those two... saints, just for me to do this That's what brought us here, Margarita... Leave her alone, Sophie, leave your sister alone, bring Mikhail here, we'll be saved, she won't die if she isn't dead. Fuck, fuck!"

"But Father Morris started everything." Sophie lowered her voice suddenly, and said very carefully, "Why do people in the church ask Margaret for the crimes committed by their colleagues?"

Sergio paused.Finally, without answering, he gave his wife a final hug, put his coat and waistcoat on her, and knocked on the door.

Batista heard the commotion here, and roared restlessly: "Martin! Sergio Martin! What have you done?! Where is Margaret? Where has she gone?! Margaret! Margaret! Gretel!"

Sergio didn't stop, and after the door behind him was locked, he hurried out of the monastery, went home to pack some things, ordered the maid to take care of the three children, and boarded a carriage to go out of the city.

During the whole process, no church personnel stopped or asked him anything, but when Sergio Martin arrived at Crescent Manor, a visitor had already taken a step ahead.

Laura Thomson.

Laura was dressed in dark blue, and her face was heavily made-up under the veil.Seeing Sergio in the reception room, he just nodded indifferently, and continued to stare at a painting on the wall with his eyes empty.

This is the second time the old butler has knocked on the bedroom door.Aaron scolded him impatiently and told him to get out, and kept silent, because he was being fucked by Mikhail on the mattress.No, it wasn't the mattress anymore, they dragged out all the empty blankets and cushions, and the round bed with the canopy was padded like the Princess and the Pea's bedchamber, and then the delicate metal legs of the round bed rattled. They collapsed with a thud, and these layers of quilts were prepared for this. The moment the bed collapsed, Aaron let out a short scream, because Mikhail had never entered such a deep place. About to throw up, luckily he didn't eat anything.Then they didn't seem to notice anything, rolled around and continued to be entangled.

When the old butler returned to the reception room and said helplessly again that the master was sick and could not receive guests, Sergio stood up abruptly and went out without saying a word.Laura, who had been sitting here for almost two days, slowly rolled her eyes, picked up the small bag, and followed.

The old butler breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that they were finally ready to leave, but Sergio Martin pushed away the servants who were trying to stop him, walked around to the garden behind, picked up a stone and threw it at the window of the bedroom on the second floor, yelling road:

"Mikhail Ivanovich Kupala!"

The old butler thought he had heard it wrong, or maybe it was some new way of praying.He hurried to the second floor and knocked on the door, but his master was unmoved.

Laura Thomson froze for a moment, stood two meters behind Sergio, and tightened her shawl.Sergio threw another stone and roared:

"Aaron Edwards! Margaret's dying! Sophie's dying because of you! Get the fuck out of me! Do you hear?! You bloody, bloody-devil! "

Aaron heard Margaret, and was pushed back as soon as he got up, and couldn't hear anything else clearly.But their round was almost over, he hugged Mikhail's back and said that he would drink tea later and go to the backyard to get some fresh tea.Mikhail didn't know whether he listened or not, blinking his pupilless eyes, licked his neck stickily, as if he wanted to bite him.His whole body was sunk in the mattress and was pressed tightly by Mikhail, there was no room for him to struggle, so he naturally gave up resistance.

After returning from Moon Sea, Mikhail has been very wrong, but it is not a big problem, and Aaron followed his wishes.They groped into Crescent Manor in the middle of the night, and stayed in the bedroom all day long, making love or talking nonsense, sometimes just leaning against each other, and Mikhail would bury his nose in his dry, hard hair. Kinda sad not to be able to smell something that other people might be able to smell.And now, even he felt that the room was too hot, and Mikhail was going to set the manor on fire.

When he got dressed, Aaron's legs were still shaking a little.He almost forgot how to walk, and was led by Mikhail to walk two steps before laying on the bed again.

Sergio was still screaming.Mikhail opened the window, caught a stone, looked at the other person for a while, nodded, and said, "Sorry, Mr. Martin, Mrs. Larson. We will be down soon, please wait."

"Margaret can't wait!" Sergio yelled vehemently. "What the hell do you know, Church lackey?! She was beaten to death when I arrived, it was all the fucking ya—"

He swallowed the rest of the syllables, and Aaron poked his head out from behind Mikhail and asked, "What's the matter with Margaret? I'll be right down!" -Miss Thomson, how about you? What are you doing?"

"I came two days ago, but it's a pity that you and...Mr. Mikhail have been staying in the room." Laura smiled, and the heavy makeup after two days could no longer conceal her fatigue, "John He's dying too. I'm begging you to save him, Doctor."

Mikhail looked down at Aaron, as if he really became a saint who obeyed the latter's words.Aaron tapped the window sill with his fingers. He seemed to be in a daze at the first moment, but quickly put away his extra thoughts at the next moment, and said, "Go to the hall first, and talk on the way. —— Mikhail."

He raised his head, took a deep breath, stood on tiptoes, hugged the boy's neck and kissed him.Mikhail bent meekly, and Aaron looked him in the eyes and said, "We have to go, Mikhail. We'll go to the Snowy Plateau as soon as we're done with Yaranburg. Sorry, I didn't think it through." , to the detriment of you—”

"It doesn't matter." Mikhail kissed his right eye and said softly, "I will go wherever you go."

Aaron didn't answer, opened the bedroom door, called the old housekeeper, and dragged out a large box from the cabinet.The latter was stunned by a pile of moonstones of different sizes, then raised his head, and was stunned again by the "Abadonian" who was obviously Mikhail Kupala himself.

Aaron bent down, pressed the old butler's shoulder, looked into his eyes and said seriously:

"Mr. Krarov, please listen carefully. I am sorry to cause you so much trouble. Mikhail and I are leaving soon. You give each of you two moon stones, and the rest is yours .Remember, the Red Moon people have to get it too.According to the Samson Act,you can get pardon by handing a stone to the church each.Be sure to go to the city immediately and go to the square for everyone to see,or they will Shameless, did you hear me clearly? It’s best to go to Ocampo after that. I’ll give you freedom and I can’t control the rest, sorry.”

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, Mikhail bypassed the old butler who was still in a daze, and followed.Aaron meets Sergio and Laura in the hall, and Mikhail goes to harness Emile to the carriage.

"Come on. I think... I think you already know."

"Know what?" Laura frowned, looking at Sergio.The latter stared at Aaron and said, "Vampire, you are a vampire. And your housekeeper... what the hell is going on, what did you do to get him out?!"

The carriage drove up.Mikhail was wearing a snow-white dress on Christmas Day. His slightly curly light-blond short hair was like the morning light at the turn of spring and summer, and there were misty nebulae floating in a pair of blue-purple eyes without pupils.He carried a long sword and a lance, and sat on the coachman's seat. The saddle on the white horse's back was empty, shining in the sun.

The author says:

Because it is confusing, I will make a note. I don’t know what’s going on with Jijiwuming, but the Sogou input method only leaves this one without Jijiwuming. After checking Jijiwuming is wrong, Jijiwuming is right, but Baidu Encyclopedia only has no name but no nameless name, dizzy, anyway, there is only one word, everyone pretends that this is a foreign language (?) let’s make a living, the engineering dog really kneels ORZ