This is an old church, it looks a little old, the mottled walls have slight cracks, the original color has long been blurred, only a piece of gray remains, the square wood at the corner of the eaves of the bell tower has been half rotten under the erosion of wind and rain, and the big bell on it has not stopped, still shaking to record the passage of time.

There was a wooden windmill in the yard, which rotated in the breeze, creaking from time to time, and several children of four or five years old were playing under the windmill, and hearing their happy laughter, who would have thought that they were all poor worms who had been abducted or abandoned.

"Who are you?" A voice with a little fear in her childishness came.

I looked down and saw that it was a little girl of about five years old, she was wearing a ponytail, her two little hands were clutching the corners of her clothes, her crystal eyes were as clear and transparent as a bay of clear water, I didn't even dare to look at her, for fear that my dirty eyes would soak her purity.

I swear, these are the cleanest eyes I've ever seen in my life, unadulterated, unstained, innocent, transparent, bright, kind, and no good words are enough to describe how I feel, and only in this place of light and goodwill can such pure angels be born to shame ourselves on blood-stained demons.

"Little friend, I'm coming to Father Moss, do you know where he is?" Princess Belice squatted down and took the little girl's hands, gentle like a kind mother.

"The priest is in service, and I will take you to him, but you can only stand at the door and not disturb him." The little girl thought about it, and felt that the beautiful aunt in front of her was still trustworthy, and she didn't dare to look at us from beginning to end, which couldn't be helped, and we had already been devastated by the war, especially the god of death, who had a fierce face, not to mention children, even adults would have a cold back when they were glared at by him.

"Okay, I promise you won't bother him!" Princess Belice touched her head and smiled warmly.

"Come with me!" The little girl waved her hand and turned to lead the way.

Following her to the door of the hall, the little girl suddenly turned around and put her finger to her lips in a silent motion, then leaned on the edge of the door and pointed inside.

There were six people in the hall, two men and four women, judging by their costumes, the women were supposed to be nuns from the church, and the two men, one was Father Moss as the princess said, and the other seemed to be a priest.

They are praying to God, everyone is religious, I remember Xia once said that the children rescued by the church from the traffickers will be sent to churches all over the world, it seems that this is one of them, but the conditions are a little harder, but there is no war, the children can at least grow up safely.

In our usual way of doing things, we would have rushed straight in for questioning, but today I couldn't move anything with my feet, and it seemed that there was an invisible force blocking me, a bloody bad person, and I knew that this power was called compassion.

I shook my head and sighed secretly, and slowly pushed it into the courtyard, it would be better to come to this place less in the future, I felt that the air and soil here seemed to be repelling us, I shouldn't have come to break its tranquility, I didn't belong here.

I'm not the only one who thinks this way, the Grim Reaper and Tank have also retreated, and only Iron Fist remains by Princess Bellis's side to protect her.

Waiting is an ordeal, and we are here like vampires shrouded in holy light, as if they will disappear at any moment, and our whole body is uncomfortable.

Half an hour later, their prayers were finally over, the nuns went to play with the children, the priest left the church, and only the priest and Princess Bellisa came out of the hall together.

This Father Moss looked to be in his forties, always with a kind smile on his face, of moderate stature, dressed in a clean robe, his eyes were warm, and his eyes were full of kindness, like an elder who purifies all beings.

"Ms. Belis, what's the name of the person you're looking for?" Sitting on a bench in the courtyard, the priest was the first to speak, and when he heard what he meant, he already knew that we were looking for someone.

"His name is Hans, and he must have been sent to the orphanage twenty-five years ago, do you still have any impressions?" Bellis finally said the name, and I didn't even say it when I asked her, but it sounded familiar.

"Twenty-five years ago, it was too long for me to remember." The priest was silent for a moment, but shook his head.

"You think about it, this kid is really important to me, I have to find him." There was a hint of eagerness between Belis's eyebrows.

"I have new orphans here every year, I can't remember everyone so clearly, not to mention, some children don't know what their names are, many people are named by me, Hans's name, I really don't remember it." The priest shook his head, it seemed that he really couldn't remember, after all, it was too long to blame him.

"Is there no other way?" Belice refuses to give up.

"Yes, all the children who are sent here will have a file with the child's information, but it has been too long for me to know if I can still find the file from 25 years ago." The priest had a look of reassurance on his face.

"It's okay, I can check it myself, I can definitely find it." Belice rekindled hope, looking at her eyes shining, almost out of shape, I really don't know what kind of secret is involved behind that child.

"Okay, you come with me." The priest was quite talkative, and only after a little consideration agreed, perhaps because he felt that Belice had no ill intentions.

Following the priest to the attic of the church, standing in front of a locked wooden door, the priest said lightly: "This is where the archives are kept." As he spoke, he took out a bunch of keys, clicked open the lock, and slowly pushed the wooden door open.

A faint musty smell came out, it seems that no one has come in for a long time, the attic is not big, there are some messy things in it, but they are neatly placed in the wooden box, there are two large wooden boxes in the innermost part of the room, it is the only two locked boxes, neatly placed against the wall, very conspicuous.

The priest walked over with us and said softly, "The file is stored in the box, so you can find it yourself!" With that, he found the key and opened the box.

"After looking for it, please put it back where it was." The priest instructed.

"Don't worry, we'll be careful!" I turned around and smiled at the priest, who nodded and went out.

Iron Fist and Tank stepped forward to lift the lid of the wooden box, which was full of file bags, and there were at least a few hundred copies of the two large boxes, which had not been opened for a long time, and there were a lot of dust and insect signs on them.

"Princess Bellis, do you really want to read all these files?" I thought about it, but the princess didn't pay attention to me at all, and without saying a word, she just picked up a stack and put it next to her, sat on the dusty floor and began to check them one by one.

(End of chapter)