A stack of drawing papers that I couldn't see in the hallway finally asked Lucy to go. Her Royal Highness said that she had nothing to do, and she happened to study these "graffiti" of Vera. Alan knew that she cared about herself, and she didn't break it, but the eyes between the two of them came and went a little softer. Adele next to her saw it in her eyes, her nostrils wrinkled, and then she left the restaurant on the pretext of practicing guns.

The people dispersed, and Bescord wanted to go around the academy to see if he could leave some assassination skills in the combat skills guide; Edward, on the other hand, had to immediately begin the work of falsifying identities, which required a lot of manpower, and had to circulate their fabricated identities widely. Human memory is wonderful, if it is emphasized again and again. Then even a non-existent thing will become some kind of "fact" in people's memory.

That's what Edward wants, when someone investigates their origins. If you hear ten people say the same answer, you may be skeptical. But if it's hundreds, thousands of people say so. Then even if these identities are fake, they become facts.

It's just that such "truth" needs time to ferment, and fortunately, they still have time.

Father Miró became the only idler in the restaurant.

Alan patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go to church." ”

It's not Monday, and it's afternoon, but there are still a few people in the church. On the way, Miro had already made a brief report to Allen, and now there were more than 10,000 believers in the church, some of whom were nobles or officials. This group of people is the focus of Miró's attention, and they also make a significant contribution to the Church. Undoubtedly, in the spread of the church, the role that dignitaries can play is indeed much more influential than that of ordinary people.

Moreover, the materials they donated also played a crucial role in the establishment of the Crusaders. Of course, the power of ordinary people cannot be ignored. Miró is well aware of this, the ordinary believer is the foundation of the church, and without the cornerstone, the church will only crumble. So every month, Miró has a few specific days designated as days of church activities. During the day, Miró would give a part of the supplies to the families in the territory who were living in difficulty, thus establishing a lofty and glorious image for the church.

A bright image is important. On the way, Miro has already stressed this point more than once.

The windows of the cathedral are still bright, and the bright afternoon sun falls on the stained glass of the church, reflecting a colorful halo of light and painting the church with a layer of sacred color. In the church, the crucifix statue stands tall so that everyone who enters the church can see it for the first time. The statue of God demonstrates God's mercy in a way that reminds people that the spirit of the church lies in devotion and sacrifice.

It is a subtle process that allows the faith to penetrate into the hearts of the people, through the spread of the church's personnel, and even through the activities of the church, as well as the allusions of statues and paintings. And mastering the human heart is equivalent to mastering the world.

After Miro entered the church, he changed into a sanctimonious look, which made Alan shake his head in his heart. The priest went to the pulpit and prayed fervently before returning to Alan.

Alan sat quietly in a row of unoccupied seats, looking up at the idol in front of him, silent for a long time.

It wasn't until Miro coughed dryly that Alan suddenly said, "Priest, have you heard Archimedes mention the Path of Burning Blood?" ”

"What way?" Miro was still a little distracted at first, but suddenly thought of something and bounced up: "You said the path of burning blood?" How do you know the path of burning blood! ”

His tone was shocked, and his voice echoed through the huge church, causing several worshippers and nuns to look at him in bewilderment. Miro hurriedly smiled slightly, sat back down in an impeccable posture, and then lowered his voice and said, "Young Master Allen, you have already started the path of burning blood?" ”

Alan narrowed his eyes and said, "It seems that you do know something, but I'm curious, why did you never mention such an important thing before?" ”

Miro didn't avoid his eyes, but sighed and said, "Because your father said that he would never let this fate happen to his offspring." It's just that from now on, he doesn't seem to have succeeded. ”

"Really?"

"It's true!" Miro affirmed.

"So what do you have to tell me about Archimedes and the Path of Burning Blood?" Alan's voice was soft, like the wind blowing from the surface of a lake, and it didn't feel strange in the slightest. But his fingers trembled slightly.

Miró looked up at the church idol and said, "Speaking of which, that was the second time I met Archimedes. I remember that year, after a night in fear in a raging storm, I found the next day that the ceiling of my poor little church had collapsed......"

As he spoke, Miro seemed to feel the air around him gradually become humid, like that heart-wrenching morning. When he came to the church and looked at the stagnant water on the ground and the statue of Jesus lying on the ground, Miró felt like a knife in his heart. He could even calculate how much it would cost to rebuild ceilings, statues, and clean up stagnant water. Of course, if this is a well-known church, then collecting donations from the faithful is not too much of a problem. Those lovely people are always happy to be generous, but damn it's just a church in a run-down town.

Importantly, the believers in the town are far from religious. So the priest could foresee that the little money he had saved up would probably have to be spent, which was a heart-wrenching thing for him, and it was like watching his beloved marry another man. If the priest also has someone he likes.

But the church can't be left alone, after all, this is where he lives. And if he didn't have a church, how could he fool the old stuff in town. Although they are not religious, they can sometimes be deceived, no, by donating some possessions.

So the heartache is the heartache, and Father Miro still took out the only savings he had. When he walked out of the church, he was going to the town to call the damned carpenter, but as soon as he got out of the church, the priest saw him. Archimedes, the mighty man of the mountain, lay in the small flower garden outside the church, covered in blood, and the blood on his body had dyed the flowers and plants that had been crippled by the wind and rain a terrible red.

Father Miró's face turned white, and he wanted to kick out of the church this drunkard, man who liked to pay on credit, who had no taste and who always brought a lot of trouble. But considering that Archimedes is not dead, if he wakes up and finds himself treated like that. Angry and probably going to take off his head, Father Miró cursed and dragged the bloodied man into the church.

When Archimedes woke up, it was already after noon, and the first thing the priest did when he woke up was to tell him how much potion and gauze he had used. Importantly, these things cost money! When it came to money, the priest would never budge, and even if Archimedes wanted to kill him, he would not underreport a son. In his words, money is as sacred as charisma!

"Damn it, Miro. I have a headache right now, can you please not tell me the number. Anyway, no matter how much money it is, I'll always pay you back. Archimedes covered his forehead and said, this man who was as rough as a steel embryo always looked like this, and he had even forgotten that he had not paid the priest for the wine he owed the priest last time.

Miró's face was as black as the sky before a heavy rain, and after finally he must have squeezed a few copper plates out of the tattered Archimedes, he gave up his great plan to pay off part of the debt first, and asked instead, "What are you doing here?" Such a wolf, looking at your appearance, you almost let people slaughter? ”

"Indeed, I thought I was going to die this time." Archimedes grinned, how heartless his bearded smile looked.

Miró said viciously: "It's so rare, a man like you almost let the family slaughter, I can't help but want to meet this great man." ”

Archimedes' smile disappeared from his face at once: "Trust me, friend. He's not as kind as I am, and you don't want to see him. My brother wasn't a good man, and where he appeared, people usually died. Death to a whole bunch of people! ”

Miró said with an expression like swallowing a rotten egg: "How can a person like you still have a brother, O Almighty Lord of Heaven, merciful you, to allow such a catastrophe to happen." ”

"Hey, don't make me look like a plague!" Archimedes wanted to raise his hand in protest, but at such a move, the bandage was immediately stained with a layer of red under the priest's suffocating bandaging technique: "But maybe you are right, we are like unfortunate people who will invite disaster." But I didn't expect that guy to come to me. Damn, the path of burning blood is still open. ”

"What way?" The priest asked, with a move in his ears.

Archimedes waved his hand: "Don't ask if there are any of these, if there is wine, Miro." ”

"Do you want to die? Bastard, I managed to get you back. If you want to die, pay it back. ”

"Less nonsense, I know you have wine. Bastard, I already smell wine. Bring me the wine, or I'll tear this church down!" Archimedes said with a rogue look.

Miro trembled with anger, and finally said, "You bastard, sooner or later you will have to go to hell." ”

Archimedes said disapprenously: "Lao Tzu is already in hell now, you idiot." ”

As an idiot reluctantly pulls out one of his treasured bottles of vodka, Archimedes snatches it up as if he were injured. Flicked the cork off the bottle with his thumb and took a sip, then sighed, "It's not good, but it's good to have this thing on the ground." Miro, where did you get this good thing? ”

"Less nonsense, this bottle of wine, you want a thousand yuan to drink a sip!" Miro screamed as he saw that his treasure was already a quarter less, and soon two thirds were left.

Archimedes' drink is not ordinary.

(Thanks to Brother Xiang, Su in the war, and other friends for their tips and monthly passes.) If you can, please enjoy more red tickets and monthly passes, hey~)