Father Miró muttered, "There must be a demon living under your angelic face. ”

"What did you say?"

"I didn't ...... It's nothing! ”

"Then Master Allen, you shouldn't have come to inform me to learn about battlefield first aid, right?"

In the church, Father Miró sat down with the canon in his arms: "You're here to listen to the story, right?" ”

"Well, tell me about it, Father. Tell me about my father. ”

"About this." Father Miró coughed lightly and said, "Actually, after you left, Master Horn came to the church to look for me. ”

Alan looked up unexpectedly: "Grandpa? ”

Miro laughed self-deprecatingly: "Yes, Master Horn must think that I met your liar somewhere, young master, and in private I am afraid that I have sifted my origin several times." Unfortunately, I really know your troublesome father, so he let me stay. He has one condition, though. ”

"On what terms?"

"Lord Horn hopes that I won't reveal too much about your father. So you see, Master Allen. It's not that I don't want to tell you about Archimedes......"

Alan interrupted him and said, "Father Miro, there's one thing you need to be clear. You can stay in Babylon with the right of abode issued to me by the Commonwealth. If I withdraw this right. ”

Miro shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I knew you were as troublesome as Archimedes." Okay, okay, sue sù you can. But on Lord Horn's side, you have to hide it for me, that old man is also someone I can't afford to offend. ”

"Of course."

"To be clear, I've known Archimedes for a long time. But I'm not him, it's just that the man talks a lot and likes to drink, and he always spits out his bitterness when he has nothing to do, so I know something about him. But I also don't know, so what do you want to know about him? ”

Alan thought for a moment and said, "Did he tell me how he and my mother met?" ”

Miro's eyes rolled upward: "On this point, it seems that I heard him talk about it." I thought, yes, that was many years ago. However, it was a special day, a heavy rain overturned the town's water tower, and the town was about to turn into a large pool. That day, Archimedes was here again. It's been almost three months since I last saw him, and he's disappeared......"

The sky was overcast and the rain seemed to have no tendency to stop. The town's water tower overturned, and the sewers became clogged, turning much of the town into a pond. In such bad weather, Miró could only hide in his small church. The freshly filled ceiling began to leak again due to the torrential rain, which made the church very wet. Father Miró had to light a fire in the fireplace to dispel the cold and wet air.

When he had drunk a third of the bitter bottle of inferior old wine, there was a knock at the door. Fr. Miró thought he had misheard, after all, who would come to church in such bad weather. Even the most faithful of the Catholics now feared to be hiding in the warmth of their homes, and had no time to pay attention to this poor little church, which could collapse at any moment in the midst of the storm.

"Coming......" Father Miro reluctantly stood up, and before he could open the door, the door of the auditorium was kicked open. The rain powder immediately came in from outside with the cold wind, blowing Father Miro several times in a row. He roared angrily, "Damn, who doesn't have long eyes." Do you know that if you kick the door badly, it will damage the holy relic......"

"Damage to the holy relics requires a huge amount of compensation!" Again, the priest emphasized the word "huge".

"You money-hungry old thing, sooner or later you will die in the pile of money." A figure came in through the door, and he casually kicked it shut. Unfortunately, it was too hard, and the door shook, and the deadbolt on the frame shook. So the door panel spanned and leaned on the side, revealing a corner of the gap, allowing the cold wind and rain outside the door to continue to drill into the church.

Only then did Miro see that the rude fellow had covered himself from head to end with a blanket printed with sunflowers. Of course, due to the heavy rain, the blanket was already soaked, and his whole body was constantly dripping with water. He took the wet blanket off and threw it on the floor. Suddenly, there was a little more blood in the air in the church.

"Archimedes?" Seeing his face clearly, Miro cried out, "Damn, it's you bastard again." I didn't tell you about kicking the wooden fence of my church last time, and this time I broke my door. You're still bleeding, it's a defilement of the Holy Land, you know! ”

He walked over with a big grin, first took the priest's wine and poured it without asking a question, and then scolded: "It's really unpleasant." ”

Then take off your shirt, wipe off the water droplets at will, and pour the wine on several wounds on your body like disinfectant. The wounds had been stitched up, but now blood was oozing again. After washing the bad wine again, he just frowned.

Miro wanted to kick the bastard out of the church, but knowing that even a hundred of them were no match for this man, he could only moan, "My wine." Bastard, what are you doing here, you're getting hurt. ”

He sat down next to the fireplace, and the backlight made Miró unable to see his face clearly, but he felt that he was smiling.

He was laughing, and said with a smile, "It's a fun deal, Father. It's just that something went wrong. ”

Miro glanced at his injuries: "You have a little problem." ”

"It's a bit of a hassle, but it's fun. You know? I received a big deal in the black street, and someone wanted to buy the life of a big family member. Originally, it was quite smooth, and the information provided by the boss was very accurate, and I also killed the target's family guards. But in the end, it was messed up. ”

"Bumping into the strong man of the other family?"

"No, that's a woman. An interesting woman, she said she could give me double the price on the condition that she be taken away from the family and away from Babylon. He laughed heartily: "Oh, her name is Lanny, and she is Miss Bethcord's daughter. ”

Miro was taken aback: "Bethcord? You're going to assassinate Bethcord's people, you madman! As a result, you killed her? ”

"No, how could I kill such an interesting woman. That's why I said it's messed up, no, the buyer is sending killers to hunt me down. But it's all rubbish, from Babylon to Black Iron here, I've killed three black groups. He stretched and said, "But I made an appointment with the woman, and I'll go to her after a while." ”

"You're going to take her away? Stupid, that's Bethcord. If you kidnap other people's daughters, it won't be just three hunting groups that will hunt you down! Miro almost screamed.

He lazily replied, "What does it matter?" ”

"Of course, Bethcord will definitely dig up your information. And I'm going to get implicated because of you, oh my God, I'm just a poor priest, why would I have anything to do with you bastard. ”

"It's really long-winded, why don't I kill you here first?"

"What are you talking about, I thought we were friends, and I wouldn't frown even if I got into trouble because of this."

"But why are your eyebrows already twisted together?"

"That's just my habit, bastard."

He snorted, stood up and said, "I'm going to sleep." Old rules, please prepare me wine and food. It's yours. ”

A bag almost smashed into the priest's face, but Miró picked it up and opened it, and inside were several irregular gold nuggets. He immediately put it away, shook his head and sighed, "That's all you have to offer, you bastard." ”

After a week in the church, he left. But this time he came back quickly, and within half a month, the man was back in the church.

When he came back this time, he was a little depressed.

Miro threw him a bottle of bad wine: "You messed up again?" ”

"Seems like so." He took a sip of his wine, "I think I'm in love, Father. ”

Miro almost didn't squirt out the wine he had drunk. Even if he said that he killed the priest, he would not be surprised, but he actually said that he was in love. That bastard with few tendons, a rude, and murderous bastard actually said he was in love?

"If you look like that again, I'll screw your poor head off."

In order not to say goodbye to his body, Miro changed into a serious look: "It's not surprising that you will fall in love, Xiaode, you should also find a woman." You see, you're not too young, aren't you? ”

"If you hear that disgusting call again, I can kill you for free."

Miro finally couldn't help but roar: "Bastard, how can a guy like you who can only fight and kill people fall in love." You must have a bad brain, right? ”

He sighed, "How do I know, but I think it's a pleasure to be with her." You see, even if the guards in her house found out about me, I just knocked them out and didn't kill them. It's certainly the magic of love. ”

"It's as ridiculous as a demon trying to convert to my lord."

"What do you say, Father?"

"Nothing, I just want to say. If you love her, give her happiness. ”

"That's right, that's okay." He drank it all in one gulp and prepared to leave.

Miro asked casually, "Where are you going?" ”

"Back to Babylon." He turned around, a grin on his rough face: "She said she wanted to leave Babylon, so I'll take her away." In this way, she will be happy. ”

With that, Father Miró glanced up at Alan. Alan was a little crying and laughing, and said, "Don't tell me, my father abducted my mother from the family in the first place, how much is there a reason for this?" ”

Miro laughed and said, "You see, I didn't mean to. Who knows that bastard...... Oh no. Your father, you are acting a little hastily. ”

This is not just sloppy, this is simply incomprehensible. Alan said in his heart. R1058