Angel on earth

"Oh, what's wrong with your eyes?" A red-haired man was startled and did not dare to step forward.

Mikhail closed his eyes and touched in a daze: "What's wrong?"

The young man was bold and said, "It's shining!"

Mikhail thought for a while, then shook his head: "I think it's the reflection of the bonfire. I'm a blind person. Well, don't worry so much." He pointed to the corner at the other end: "There is no wind in that place, originally it was There is still a pedestal where the Eucharist stand was placed, enough for you to set up a larger fire. The tables, chairs and benches are available, thank God, they are all made of wood.”

"You are so generous." The only woman in the team laughed, her voice was a little hoarse, "However, this is probably the property of God the Father, right?"

"I do have a priesthood." Mikhail moved the coffin towards the fire, strode across the mess inside the hut, and walked to the place he just pointed out, "I don't think God the Father cares about being blessed by Him —Come, brethren, to warm yourself by the fire. Freezing in the Devil's Plateau is no joke."

He said gently, dismantled a set of tables and chairs, and lit a bonfire with his hand.Flames shot up into the sky, almost burning the remaining curtain on the ceiling, but the latter was already damp.

The young man in the crowd exclaimed excitedly: "Aha! I think you must belong to the Knights! This is the magic of fire."

"It's 'magic', not 'magic'." A young man's voice corrected. This Sinai language is more standard than the others, but there is a kind of arrogance and complacency in his tone, "Although other places distinguish Not rigorous, but the devil plateau is very close to the church."

Another man with an Aerys accent said, "That's why we're courting death on Devil's Plateau in this damn weather."

"Bah! Bad luck!" Noren cursed with an accent.

As they talked, they came towards Mikhail, led by the woman.She was the only one who had not pulled off her hood, veil and turban after entering the room. She thanked Mikhail and invited him to sit down. People prayed.

The six people actually recited the same prayer in the "Sun God Code" in five languages:

"O Mithra, the sun god, I am ashamed and ashamed, and I dare not raise my face to you, for our sins are utterly ruined, our sins are heinous. From our fathers to this day, our sins are very heavy. Because of our sins, we and the king and the priests were delivered into the hands of foreign kings, to be killed, to be taken captive, to be plundered, and to be dishonored, just as they are today.[1]

"..."

Mikhail listened for a while, shook his head, did not bother, stood up, walked around them and the decayed tables and chairs by touching the wall, and touched the ark of the covenant that the pastor leaned on while preaching from behind the torn and dusty curtain. One punch.Afterwards, Mikhail picked up the broken pieces of wood and turned to another corner of the church.

The sound alarmed the others who had just entered, and the Aerys man called out:

"That's the Ark of the Covenant!"

"Yes, it's the Ark of the Covenant." Mikhail turned around halfway, and his tone was lighter, "This is the best wood in the church. Even in the Abaddon Empire, the best cedar wood is used. Sorry, good things should be shared with brothers and sisters, but my wife is sick, which is one of the reasons I can't invite you to share the fire, please forgive me."

"Oh, what is there to blame for this..." the Norren people felt embarrassed, "I said, is there anything we can do?"

Mikhail almost opened his eyes, and the six thought that the flickering light in the room was caused by flickering flames, so they didn't pay attention.But the boy held a pile of cedar wood fragments, thought for a while, and asked shyly, "Do you have any wine?"

The team was silent for a while, then laughed.The noble young man who spoke good Sinai said, "I'll just say he's from the Federation!"

The leading woman looked at their bonfire, a little helpless: "I keep all our wine. But, you know, wine is very precious at this time..."

Mikhail hummed, apologized again, returned to the corner where he was originally, and stuffed the cedar into the fire.

Through the indistinct firelight, the six people saw that there was no so-called "sick wife" in the corner, but only a coffin. They looked at each other and couldn't help but lower their voices.And Mikhail fiddled with the fire, put the "Prayer of Chastity" wrapped in white cloth horizontally on the coffin, he didn't even wear a coat, greeted the six people, and got into the overwhelming snow outside the house .

In less than a quarter of an hour, the door of the chapel fell and slammed shut, looking like it would be completely scrapped if it tried again.But at this time, the attention of the six people was no longer on the door.

The white-haired boy who lit a fire for them just now threw a two-meter-long bear on the ground.

In fact, he was taller than the bear, so he looked like he had knocked out a fat drunk.Perhaps in order not to bring in the smell of blood, in just a quarter of an hour, he not only found and killed a white bear, but also cleaned up its blood and flesh.

But none of the six were nervous, but looked at him expectantly.Mikhail also lived up to their expectations, saying:

"Excuse me, everyone. If you don't mind, can I borrow your fire? My wife is sick and can't smell this smell, and there is only meat here. In exchange, I can share half of the meat with you."

The fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy raised his arms and cheered first, and the Irisian immediately searched in the huge luggage and said, "I brought a pot!" The small pot was moved aside.

Mikhail stripped off the bear skin and hung it at the door, took out a dagger and easily dismembered the huge beast, making it hard to believe that he was blind.The red-haired man shrugged his nose, sighed contentedly, carefully took out a cloth bag from his dirty and smelly clothes, picked a few bay leaves, two grains of pepper and a little coarse salt and threw them into the Aerys The move won warm applause from the crowd.The Norren took out a teacup, and the woman poured a glass of spirits and handed it to Mikhail. The young man took the bear meat from him, chopped it into meatballs, and put it together with the bloody bones. Throw it into a pot and simmer.

It's definitely not going to taste great, but in a place like this one should be thankful for a mouthful of piping hot broth.The woman happily drew the Sun Cross on her chest, and praised:

"Thank you for your generosity, my brother! Indeed, there are still such kind knights as you in this world. May the Father protect you and your wife!"

"Thank you." Mikhail sat down between the boy and the woman, and without hesitation drew a clump of flames, roasting the bear meat in his hand.The smell of fat and broth spread quickly, and the seven people sitting around the fire touched their bellies in unison, and then laughed.

The woman poured another glass of wine for Mikhail, regardless of whether he could see it or not, she blinked her eyes and said kindly: "Don't blame me, sir, and please forgive me--this is what we got from a devil last month." Snatched from hand."

"The 'Thunder' of the Siegfried Federation, the church seized a lot during the Eastern Expedition." Mikhail said, "I know, but I also know that you are not bad people. Well, there is no need to call masters or anything , we are all brothers and sisters in God the Father.”

"You can't say that." The Aerysian insisted on swearing, "Although I am not a bad person, but how long have we met before you know that we are not bad people?"

Mikhail said seriously: "I know."

The young man beside him stared at the still broth and asked, "Could it be that you are a Templar? But even if you are a Templar, not everyone has this ability."

Mikhail turned the bear meat over, and hummed: "Actually, God the Father bestowed this ability on every Templar knight, but, sorry, I was only last month... last month. knew."

The aristocratic young man was surprised: "So many people are pretending to be stupid?"

The red-haired man was absent-minded, drooling as he stared at the soup pot and barbecue: "People play stupid most of the time in their lives. If you want me to say, this ability is a kind of torture, and it is the church's means to control the Templars. Once you see the real world , No matter how scumbag they are, they will not be able to leave the temple and live in the secular world.”

The young man curled his lips, ignored him, and looked at Mikhail again: "So, you are indeed a Templar."

Mikhail smiled: "You can think of me as Mikhail. Anyway, it's almost the same, and we may not see you again after today."

The Irisman chuckled and decided to call him Mikhail.The leading woman was also casual, clapped her hands and said:

"Okay, cheer up. Father God sent Mr. Mikhail to deliver food to us. It's a good thing. Don't complain so much. Hey! You, stop staring." She pointed at the tall and rugged The red-haired, green-eyed man said helplessly, "We must take the food bestowed by the Father seriously, because there is still blood in it when we eat it. God's Code says that eating the blood of livestock is equivalent to drinking the blood of a brother, and you will go to hell." "

Mikhail frowned uncomfortably and turned the meat over.Where did the six people know their situation? The five men responded dejectedly, and the woman continued:

"Father God brought us together from different places, that is our luck. We have been busy dodging the pursuers these months, and this is the first time we have the opportunity to sit down and talk. Take advantage of the soup It's not ready yet, and the meat is not cooked yet, how about we introduce each other?"

The boy said impatiently: "Okay, okay, just don't read it. I don't believe in God. Mikhail gave me meat, and it's not God the Father. I should believe in Mikhail."

The Iris man giggled and said, "Hey, according to the current theory, Mikhail is the Father God who manifested this time."

Mikhail was noncommittal, shook his wrist, and a puddle of golden fat dripped into the fire, emitting a pleasing fragrance.This time, including the woman, everyone groaned unbearably from hunger.

The author says:

[1] Ezra 9:5~7 My God, I am ashamed and ashamed, I dare not look up to my God (the same below)