"Alan has never met his father, has he?"

Windsor Bello asked suddenly.

Alan glanced at her with some confusion, the greedy wolf marshal under the moonlight, I don't know if it was because of the night, she seemed to be a little different from the day. Converged the three-point edge, with a touch of gentleness.

"No, before I was born, he left my mother and disappeared." Alan shook his head.

Windsor Belo found a fairly clean place near the lake and sat down, took off his military hat, and let his purple hair fly. His hair undulated, and Alan seemed to see a sea of lavender. The night breeze sent the faint orchid-like fragrance of Windsor Belo into Allen's nose, and the marshal patted the ground next to him and said, "Sit down, don't be restrained." ”

Alan cautiously sat down next to her and turned to look at her, and Windsor Belo looked up at the night sky, leaving him with a thrilling side face.

He hurriedly lowered his head, and neither of them spoke. After a while, Alan coughed dryly and said, "What kind of person is the teacher's father?" ”

"If it's my current father, then every time I see him, I have to endure so hard that I don't let myself kill him."

Windsor Belo spoke in surprise, and Alan looked at her in surprise.

"He was my stepfather, and when my mother remarried and I was young, he was thinking about how to get me to bed. Of course, after I lit the fire at the age of six, I didn't dare to do it again, but thought about how to marry me off. Windsor Belo moved his five fingers slightly, and the purple flames leaped between his five fingers, forming a swirl of light and making a crackling sound.

Eren leaned slightly, trying not to touch the swirls of light.

Those were all source force vortices, and the smallest one in them was enough to blow his skin open.

"As for my biological father, I was only five years old when he died. I'd love to try to remember him, but unfortunately, I'm getting less and less able to remember what he looked like. Windsor Bello's gaze softened, and she bent her long legs and clasped her knees with her hands. With her chin resting on her knees and her eyes lowered, Windsor Belo was sharp at this moment, looking at the frozen lake like any normal girl who misses her family.

"I can only vaguely remember that he had a prickly beard, and his hands were warm and clumsy. But when you hold me, I'm relieved. Because I know that he will protect me. Until he dies, only I can protect myself......"

Listening to these words, Alan had a feeling in his heart that he couldn't speak. Windsor Bello suddenly snapped his military hat back and pulled the visor down slightly, covering half of his face. She stood up and said, "I'm sleepy, you should go to bed early." Tomorrow morning, I'll have someone take you to the garrison base. ”

Leaving Alan with a bleak back, Windsor Bello left the lake and slipped into her own tent.

Alan looked at the ice on the lake, which was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting his own reflection.

Windsor Bello's father died early, but at least he still has some memories of his father, but he has no idea what kind of man his father Archimedes is? Perhaps, the answer will be revealed tomorrow.

The next day, Windsor Belo wrote a handwritten letter to Allen and sent him to the garrison base in District 3. He took the others back to Babylon first, came to the army base, and after seeing Windsabello's letter, the commander of the military district assigned a second lieutenant to drive Allen to Black Iron Town.

In the evening of the same day, the off-road military vehicle drove down a hillside, and when it turned a corner, the black iron town at the foot of the mountain gradually opened up in Allen's eyes like a picture scroll. The second lieutenant in the car briefly introduced: "The permanent population here in Black Iron Town is only about 1,000 people, so it is not lively. In the past, it was a kind of iron ore with a deep color, so it was called black iron. However, twenty years ago, the black iron had been exhausted, the workers were gradually withdrawn, and the town was no longer as prosperous as it once was. ”

From a distance, the architectural tones of Black Iron Town are mostly dark. The dark brown roofs, black corridors, and dark railroad tracks that pass through the town make this small town nestled at the foot of the mountain look a little oppressive. Not far away is a low hill, and you can still see the old facilities left of the mine at that time. Of course, now they don't have any effect, and some of them only make people occasionally reminisce about the old days.

At that time, there were two or three mining companies operating in the town, and their warehouses were located in the town of Black Iron, so simple railroad tracks were laid between the mine and the warehouse in the town, so that the mine carts could drive into the town along the rails for loading and unloading. Now, these rails are of little use. Many of them have been abandoned, like ugly scars left in the town.

As the off-road military vehicle drove into the town, several old men wrapped in blankets and sitting in the verandah outside their houses looked curiously at Alan and the second lieutenant. The second lieutenant turned off the fire, jumped out of the car, and called out to one of the old men: "Is there a priest named Miro here?" ”

"Yes, sir. Father Miró lived in the chapel at the back. The white-haired old man gestured to a small, dark-looking church in the far corner of the town.

Alan looked up, and the bell tower of the church had no silver bells hanging for a long time, only an empty frame. The church is also not large, only two stories high. Outside, a circle of high and low wooden fences enclosed a clearing, and on the left side of the clearing, a dilapidated car was placed.

The ensign got back into the car, drove outside the church, and walked into the church with Allen. Bypassing the fountain that had dried up for an unknown amount of time and could no longer spray a trace of water, the two walked up the stone steps at several cracks. The lieutenant frowned and pushed open the door to the church, the alcohol-smelling air inside the door desperately burrowing into the lieutenant's nose.

The second lieutenant sneezed.

Alan looked inside the church, where a few townsgoers sat sporadically on the sparse rows of wooden chairs. They were all old men, and when they heard the second lieutenant's sneeze, everyone looked back. On those old faces, a pair of cloudy eyes cast a puzzled gaze. Alan walked past the men and saw the priest on the pulpit.

He carried a wine bottle in one hand and flipped through the Bible on the stage with the other.

As shown in the photo sent by Ron, Alan was sure that he was looking for this priest.

Father Miro glanced up at the two of them and said, "If you want to listen, sit aside, don't affect my parishioners." If a confession is required, well, I'll charge an additional fee. ”

The second lieutenant said impatiently, "You are Father Miro?" ”

"If there wasn't a second Miro in town, I think I would." The priest said.

"Very good, this is Young Master Allen. He is an honored guest from Babylon, and my advice is, hurry up and end your sermon, for Master Allen has some questions for you. ”

Father Miro said: "The sermon every week is sacrosanct, even if it is a noble young master from the floating island, it cannot be interrupted. Of course, God will always lead every lost lamb to the other side of the truth, so as his spokesman in the world, I am happy to solve the doubts of this young master. If this generous young master gives me and these parishioners compensation for the sermon......"

The second lieutenant snorted, and was about to attack. Alan tugged at him and nodded, "I'll give you a satisfactory number on that." ”

"Okay then." Father Miró immediately stepped down from the high platform and said to the old men, "Go back, old Henry, and Jack." Come back in a few days, you old things. ”

"Miro, you said you were going to pray for us." An old woman chattered.

The priest helped her up and pushed her out, saying, "God is above, dear Lily. I promise I'll pray for you before you go to heaven, but not now. ”

Eventually, only the priest, the second lieutenant, and Allen were left in the church.

"Ensign, can you wait for me outside?" Alan Dao.

The second lieutenant saluted and glanced at Miro before exiting the church.

Father Miró walked to the high platform and said, "All right, now you have any troubles to tell me, noble young master. Isn't Babylon a good place, not even a great priest who listens to the troubles of the world? But don't worry, Miro is the most patient, especially ......"

"Archimedes." Alan interjected, "Sue me for a qiē about Archimedes." Father! ”

Father Miró paused, then turned around and smiled, "Of course, if you are willing to discuss with me the great father of ancient Greek mechanics?" ”

"Father, you know it's not that Archimedes." Alan said in a deep voice: "The one I said, maybe you've seen him before. ”

"Well, it's another Archimedes." Father Miró laughed, which made the beard on his chin look like a mess. He ran his finger around the side of his head: "You know, although I am not old, but if you stay in this place where birds don't for a long time, people will become sluggish. So about this Archimedes, I think I need time to remember before I can answer your question. ”

"A thousand, if that helps you remember." Alan shook his head.

"Thank you for your generosity. Ah, I remember, it was a special man. is always so melancholy, and he will not be old next year, but those eyes seem to have read the vicissitudes of life, and he has accumulated experience and wisdom that can be precipitated over a long period of time. Father Miro immediately changed his tune.

Another man who sees money, Alan thought to himself. He said, "Please be more detailed." ”

Father Miró opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't spit out a word for a long time. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know what you want to know about this young master?" ”

Allen's mind flashed the beautiful and poignant face of his mother Lanny, and he shook his hand and said, "That Archimedes, did you say who you loved?" ”

"Women?"

"What do you say?"

"Okay, okay, don't blame me for being too talkative, after all, who doesn't have a little strange hobby these days." Father Miro grabbed the hair with his hand, which was not much like a bird's nest, thought about it, and said, "Yes, he really loved a woman." Come to think of it, that was about 12 years ago. That's right, that year. I remember very well that old Henry's pigs had taken away the wretched little vegetables that had been planted in Lily's yard. Of course, you know that you can't eat anything you grow on the surface......"

"Father, get to the point!" Alan had a headache. R1058