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Chapter 293 Man Must Be Delivered From Him
Marlowe suffered from killing many times, but he was still unable to face his sins.

The wind is blowing on all sides, blowing on the straw piled up in the farmland, shuttling through the small gaps, and it is cool.

Marlowe was taken aback by the sudden wind. After he slapped the straw, he got up and looked around vigilantly, and then let out a deep breath.

"Damn it...it's just a wind..."

Marlowe whispered to himself, comforting himself.

His eyes were tired at the moment. This 20-year-old young man escaped from the city-state in the early morning. He fled for a whole day until night fell and he could no longer see the way ahead. Then he went to rest on the nearby farmland.

Marlowe closed his eyes and urged himself to fall asleep quickly, but being blown by the cold wind, he lay on the left and right and couldn't sleep.

The young man raised his hands, those hands had killed someone, at that time, he rushed out from the shadows, waved his hands, the hammer fell, and the man died, after that, he touched the man's body Money—sixteen silver pieces, and a few here and there copper pieces.

Marlowe suddenly remembered that he had already killed the man without even seeing the man's face clearly.

I don't know if it's retribution, but the money I got from the murder didn't save my mother in the end. My mother died, and she didn't leave a last word before she died. Those cloudy eyes looked at her and shed tears.

After his mother died, Marlowe lived a life of no purpose until one day, he was haunted by ghosts.

Suddenly, a burst of flames interrupted Marlowe's thoughts.

Like a frightened bird, he suddenly stood up and looked in the direction of the fire.

"That's just the peasant woman here..."

Marlowe could barely see who was coming, and suddenly became alert.

The peasant woman came here from a distance, as if she was going to inspect the wheat field.

Marlowe plunged into the straw pile, before he had time to think about anything else, his hands and feet were tense with fright.

Squeak, squeak...

It sounded like a rat, lingering in the wheat field at night.

Through the gaps in the straw, Marlowe saw the peasant woman getting closer and closer, his heart rose and his hair stood on end.

But the peasant woman didn't come to the straw pile, so she took the torch and stepped into the farmland, and the light of the fire gradually faded away.

Marlow let out a heavy breath, and when he was calculating what to do next, he suddenly discovered a small detail.

That peasant woman... there seems to be no footsteps...

Marlowe's hairs were trembling.

No, maybe, maybe it's just that she doesn't have shoes on...

Reassuring himself in this way, Marlowe carefully pushed aside some straw, intending to spy on the peasant woman who stepped into the farmland.

He poked his head out slowly...

In the farmland, there are no peasant women!
Marlowe froze.

Then, behind him, something touched him.

Firelight... came from behind.

Marlowe's heart rose, and he didn't look back, but he already felt the gloomy gaze.

With a scream, he spread his legs and feet, scrambling to escape into the distance.

Marlowe didn't know where he was running, and he didn't know if he could get rid of the ghost. He just ran away like a headless chicken, desperately trying to escape.

The murderer was in a panic.

He rushed back and forth in the dark night. At this time, the dark clouds had already descended, and the air was filled with thick rain, which narrowed the already blurred field of vision.

The rain fell in torrents, thunder shone through the clouds, and Marlowe ran in the downpour, his whole face wet with rain.

The ground running under his feet was extremely muddy, and Marlowe ran wildly, his physical strength was exhausted at a rapid rate, and his feet became more and more gripping the ground.

When he ran to a gutter, the ground under his feet was too slippery. He accidentally fell down and rolled over in the gutter. His legs hurt so much that he couldn't stand up at all.

Marlow wailed in pain, and fear swept through his heart.

He had a premonition that the ghost was approaching.

At this moment, Marlowe looked at the sky with complete despair.

In the torrential rain, the murderer was lying slumped in the gutter, and the rain fell. Suddenly, he felt neither fear nor pain, and there was nothing in front of him except the sky in the heavy rain.

The sky is so dark, the stars all retreat, and there is only heavy rain all around. I have never been exposed to rain like this before, and I have never looked up at the sky like this.

Killing...ghosts...running away...Marlow suddenly looked back, and he found that everything he had done was so meaningless, except for the sky in front of him, except for the heavy rain that was actually pouring on him at this moment. significance.

The heavy rain actually poured on a murderer like me, washing my dirty body.

The flames flickered, and Marlowe knew that the ghost was coming, and he calmly waited for death.

Solamus looked down upon the murderer.

Under the firelight, a trace of astonishment flashed in Marlowe's eyes.

The ghost in her eyes was not scary, not even the slightest bit creepy, she just looked at herself with pity, as if examining her own soul.

"who are you?"

Marlowe asked in a trembling voice.

The woman was obviously also drenched in the rain, but her body was not wet at all.

Solamus did not answer him, but just stared at him.

Marlow fell silent, finding himself like a prisoner awaiting sentencing.

For a long, long time, the heavy rain has been falling.

"You killed someone."

The woman's voice fell in his ears, Marlowe's lips trembled slightly, and then he heard...

"And God is willing to forgive your sins."

Marlow froze as he lay in the gutter, looking at the woman in disbelief.

What kind of acts of kindness have I performed?

Which god would be willing to forgive my sins like this...

Solamus looked at the man,
"Just go back, face your heart, face your crimes."

Marlowe's hands and feet were cold, and he was shivering.

"Why should I... go back..."

he asked tremblingly.

I only heard the woman spit out a word lightly, her calm face seemed to be telling the universal truth passed down through the ages,
"because,
Man shall be saved from His hand,

because,

God's law has already overcome your thoughts. "

When morning came, white belly emerged from the sky, and Marlowe, who had been lying in the gutter all night, got up ignorantly.

After the heavy rain, he saw the vast sky, and there was nothing left but peaceful silence.

Marlowe rubbed his head, he didn't know if last night was real or just a hallucination.

He walked out of the farmland slowly, his lips were trembling because of the cold, he shrank back, recalling those two sentences.

The day.

A 20-year-old murderer returned to the city-state, surrendered himself to the judge, and stated his crimes that day.

And that adventure in the heavy rain, along with Marlowe's statement when he surrendered, spread throughout the city-state, and no one in the whole city-state was surprised by it.

　I didn't save the manuscript again (tears)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)