Angel on earth

The gentle and long wind sweeps across the flat and open fields mightily. Under the morning sun, the grass on the ground and the broad leaves on the grape vines make rustling and waves-like sounds. Scattered lambs are Chewing food leisurely and lazily.

In the oak forest in the distance, the sound of yelling and falling trees could be faintly heard. At certain moments, it seemed that the ground was overturned by the wind, and one could comfortably enjoy the slightly cold fresh air in the early summer morning.

It's the first day of June.Bishop Severin, who was supposed to be preparing for Pentecost, knelt in front of the pulpit, clasped his hands, and silently recited the Book of Commandments.

In the boundless green, houses and huts of all sizes are scattered among them. Looking down from the sky, it looks like a few grains of rice falling into the haystack will soon be picked up by hungry children.On the hill in the distance stands a dark castle and a row of villas, as if a goshawk spread its wings and swooped down to devour all directions.

In the middle of the vineyards, there is this dilapidated chapel.There was no bell tower, no cloister garden, just a solitary single-storey double-sloped house with two small rooms extending out on the side.The original pastor couldn't stand the poor life here and left, and now only Bishop Severin and two nuns are left, relying on meager donations and the self-cultivated land behind to survive.

A huge but rotten wooden cross stood at the door of the church. The iron sun in the center had fallen to the ground long ago. The branch church had no money, the nuns had no strength, and the elderly Severin had no ability, so he had to let it stick on the ground. rot in the ground.

In the early morning, the two nuns had already cleaned the chapel and went to work in the vegetable field.Severin had been kneeling all night, losing all feeling in his knees, but his thoughts became more and more complicated.The axis of the church door was also broken, and the appointed carpenter never came, so the doors on both sides could only lean together obliquely, casting a narrow beam of light on Severin, deeply bending his back, The floating dust weighed down the old man's gray head.

Severin murmured:

"...our Father in heaven, your kingdom come, your will be done on earth as it is in heaven..."

Before the words fell, the two doors swung open.A huge black figure stretched out his hand, gave a quick support, and stuck the wooden door back to the door frame. Then he bowed his head and strode across the two rows of tables and chairs to the front of the pulpit.

"...the time limit has not yet come, sir, at least—"

While talking, Severin stood up tremblingly supporting the pulpit, glanced at it, and was stunned.

It was a boy nearly [-] meters tall, covered in a rough canvas cloak from the neck down, and two long and narrow weapons wrapped in cloth were strapped to his back.The boy has light-colored slightly curly blond hair, and a pair of blue-purple eyes without pupils.

Mikhail Kupala.

Severin didn't recognize him, but he recognized the person he put on the table, and hurried forward regardless of his knees: "Peter!"

"Is his name Peter?" The young man's voice was clear, but heavy with fatigue, "The wound is not deep, I treated it with holy water, and it will be fine after lying down for about two days. —— Excuse me, is there any vacant room here? "

"Yes, please follow me." Severin replied quickly.The boy thanked him, picked up Peter, and followed him into the hut in the south.

There were two rooms in the house, the smaller one was the common room of the two nuns, and the larger one was dusty and had been the bedroom of the novice priest.After agreeing, Mikhail put Peter in the house of the two nuns, and went to clean the room on the other side.

Severin stammered and asked, "Where did you find Peter?"

Mikhail pointed to the southwest: "In the woods over there."

"No... haven't you met the Hound?"

"Dog? I killed it," said Mikhail indifferently.Severin was startled, swallowed, drew a sun cross on his chest, looked very disturbed, but said in his mouth:

"That's it, that's good, good boy, God the Father remembers your kindness. You must be tired, stay and rest for a while, here are water and bread."

The older nun just heard the movement and came back to see if there was anything wrong with the old man Severin, and said, "Father, we don't have any extra flour."

Mikhail was very embarrassed: "Well, then there is no need for that. I am not hungry. I have hunted before coming here."

The nun opened her eyes wide and looked up at him.She was probably the first girl who was not impressed by his beauty, but instead came up and reprimanded him: "Where are you going hunting? It's illegal! If the guards find out..."

Mikhail was also surprised. He had never heard of hunting being illegal.He thinks the girl should be able to hear that the "hunting" to fill her stomach is at most a few pheasants, a few bird eggs and some wild fruits. These things thrown in the wilderness should be the food God the Father bestows on passers-by.

Severin didn't mean to say this, and said softly: "Go, Sera, make a cake and get some water."

"We have no money." Sera felt that Bishop Severin was really an ignorant old man, anyway, he was not the cook, "If you still remember, Father, the city hall will come to collect debts tomorrow morning. Don't think I'm stingy, Father, not to mention a cake, we can hardly afford soup with salt!"

Mikhail rummaged through his pockets, took out two silver coins, wiped them on the cloak, bent down and handed them to her: "Then, this is what I should do, my sister."

The nun looked at him and blinked, drew a sun cross on his chest, and took the silver coin: "Well, thank you for your generosity, my brother. Sorry, there have been too many things during this time, that room hasn't been cleaned for a long time, You can use my room with Sira first. Ah, my name is Sira."

"No." Before closing the door, Mikhail said, "My name is Mikhail."

Severin stared at his face in astonishment, squinting to get a better look.Sera had already turned around, and said loudly as she walked, "Okay, Mikhail. I'll deliver water and cakes later!"

Mikhail turned around, opened the small window, and blew lightly. The cobwebs and dust in the room gathered together in a whirlwind and slowly drifted out of the window.

The window was a small wooden window set high up, and as soon as Mikhail closed it, the room became dark, but the darkness was no hindrance to him.After the former owner left, this room was probably used as a storage room, and now it is empty, only some sundries are piled up in the corner.Mikhail could not find the bed, so he took off his cloak and spread it on the floor.

The boy put the two weapons by the window, and slowly loosened the hemp rope around his body.

Under the wide cloak, several thick ropes tied a chair made of steel, medicine chest and upholstery to his side.Now Aaron was sitting in that chair, sleeping in his arms, under the heavy chains and white cloak.

The chair was very narrow and small, and the vampire was like a piece of dead wood, so these days, few people noticed that something was wrong with Mikhail.He put down the chair, hugged Aaron and gently placed it on the ground, removed the chair cushion, turned over his coat, wrapped it up, and placed it behind Aaron's head.

Aaron didn't open his eyes or breathe.Mikhail would almost have thought him dead if it hadn't been for the beating of a heart that belonged to no one in his chest every three quarters of an hour.He looked worse than a corpse, but better than that day six months ago.That morning, his ribs were broken, his gray hair fell off, he lost almost all the water and blood in his body, his skin was sunken, his lips were chapped, and a piece of dead wood at least had free water that could support fungi. He was more like a charred corpse. corpse.

Now, at least he stopped burning.Mikhail fed him water every day, and he started to drink a little blood a month ago. As a result, Mikhail's left arm was covered with old and new scars, and the vampire's skin was smooth and white, like lifeless silk. Silk, tightly attached to the fragile bones.He still didn't regain consciousness, but he knew that he only swallowed a little blood at a time, and Mikhail couldn't make him drink more.

The young man sighed wearily, then quickly laughed again.

He sat on the corner of the cloak on the ground, broke off the iron rod for Aaron, straightened his body, straightened the white cloak embroidered by six noble girls, stared at him for a while, and lay down beside him. Come down, hold him in your arms.

Mikhail closed his eyes, put one arm around the vampire's back, and slowly stroked his regrown brown, soft curly hair with the other hand, resting his chin on the top of his head, and said softly:

"Good morning, Aaron. Today is June [-]st, year [-] of the divine calendar. We have arrived at Oak City in the province of Gascony in Iris, and in five days we will enter White Kingdom. Sorry, Aaron, but I don't think you'll mind: we're not going to the Snowy Plateau this time. We're going through White, East Lock, and West Lock, crossing the San Sigma Canal at the southwest corner of Abaddon, into Nolen. I know it's not too soon, but... I'm sorry. I can't do anything else, please forgive me. Please wait, Aaron, we're going to Wakefield. I checked the paperwork before I came, The ruins of the Emerald City have not been touched, so you must hold out until then. You have recovered well, and I believe you will overcome... those things.

"Gascogne is the largest grape-growing region in Iris, and Oak City is the only 'Black Princess' producing area in the world. This grape variety is usually used to brew 'White Queen' sparkling wine, and is also the name of 'Eden'. I know you don't like the taste of wine, like cream, but you like sparkling water. The sparkling water here is also very special, although it is not as good as the 'Winter Spring' produced in the suburbs of Dauphin, but Perfect for cold brewing tea. When you wake up, I've prepared all your favorite flowers..."

"If you don't have the strength, it doesn't matter if you don't wake up now." Mikhail added, taking a deep breath, still with a gentle smile on his face, and continued to ramble, "Today, I will save you." Got a boy named Peter. About fifteen or sixteen years old, about the same age as I was when I first saw you. So it's only been two or three years. Why do I think it's been so long... There are hounds chasing him , I killed all the hounds, it looks like I'm going to get into trouble. Don't make fun of me, I don't know anything, not everyone is qualified and capable of raising Hubert hounds, but like you do It’s the same as that, it’s not okay if you don’t save people, right?

"Sometimes I also hope that you don't save them...but then we are not us. There are more important things in the world than life, but sometimes I can't tell the difference...I'm a little tired, I'm sorry, I won't complain to you. The priest here is a good man. He was worried about us and worried that we would bring him trouble, but he still took us in. Tomorrow, can you sleep alone for a while? I'll fix the door for him Also, your body is recovering well, and you can no longer sit on a chair all the time. I'm going to punch a box. Well, I shouldn't lie to you, it must look like a coffin, so I have to tell you in advance. The carriage is too slow, I can hold you more steadily, and I don’t have to worry about the rain and wind in the box. Don’t worry, I will spread thick cotton and velvet inside, and put different flowers every day...

"—but now I'm a little tired and want to rest. If you wake up when I'm asleep, you must wake me up. I'm not angry about getting up."

After finishing speaking, the young saint's eyelashes trembled, and he let out an even and long breath, like the leisurely wind on the grass outside the house.

He has not closed his eyes for almost five days.

The author says:

The bureaucratic system and nepotism in this chapter refer to "Romans Carnival", but they are not the same as a whole. Romans is a city during the first industrial revolution (or around?), but Oak City here is a lordship.It's almost the same, the development speed of different regions is different, don't study hhh carefully

The Black Princess and White Queen are based on Pinot Noir and Champagne.