Alien Knights

　　 "What did you say?! Marcos, he is dead?!"

　　 The old man stood up straight from the chair, his arms dropped weakly, and tremblingly took over the damaged weapon, his sad face seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

"who is it…?"

　　 Master Myris’ reaction caused the corners of the pale-faced man’s mouth to bend an arc: "The Third Heretic Tribunal, Inquisitor... Alfonso Decavo."

　　 took the broken sword into his arms, the old man whose eyes had lost focus, fell back into the chair, and uttered the name unconsciously: "Alfonso Decavo, Alfonso... Decavo..."

After walking around in the room, first dusted the steps with his sleeves, and then sat down on the stairs leading to the second floor. The man frowned and looked at the candles on the handrails. He exhaled, gray. The smoke and dust passed through the air, and the candlelight was annihilated into a plume of white smoke, drifting into the air.

　　 took out a well-made silver file from his arms. He sharpened his nails carefully, and from time to time he looked up at the desk, the monk who was immersed in grief.

　　 In the damp and cold wall of the stove, the wind fell, blowing through the solidified air space. Master Miles's forehead chilled, and his mind slowly calmed down, and he placed the broken sword on the desk beside him. The old man’s voice was like a torn bellows: "Laryngeal bones, let’s talk..."Relief Society" this time again. What do you want us to do?"

The man called the "throat bone" put the manicured nails on his lips, gently exhaled to blow off the nail scraps, turned his fingers over and over to check, and said in a leisurely manner: "It's not a matter of Sutherland's relics. I received the letter you sent him a few days ago. I am very upset about the loss of the relic mentioned above and leaving empty-handed..."

The old man sat upright and said calmly: "As I said in my letter, due to heavy snow blocking the road, my people failed to arrive at the intersection on time. When he found the body of a member of the relief society, the relic had been taken away. ."

The throat bone flicked the dust off his nails, looked at Master Miles, smiled and said, "You are the spokesperson of Heavenly Father in the world, and your words are the will of God. I believe in such despicable tricks as lies and deception. You naturally dismiss it."

　　 The swaying candle fire, the invisible black steps, the old man sitting in the light, and the man hiding in the shadows, looked at each other.

　　Master Myris looked at the cross on the wall and slowly said: "The Lord always protects those who are in awe, and his justice benefits their children and grandchildren. I abide by the Father's vows and faithfully fulfill his commandments."

　　 "Very good." The throat bone stood up from the steps, clapped lightly with his hands, his face was full of emotion and sincerity, and walked to the monk's side.

　　 The next second, the man's expression suddenly became interesting.

Using the shadow of the old man, he blocked the light of the candle, lay down and said in the ear of the other party: "However, I still have one thing I don’t understand. Why is the church also a believer of the Father and the messenger of the Lord, but the church treats his uncle? Mr. Eun committed piercing, cutting off his head, and abandoning the corpse in the wilderness... Such cruel and dehumanizing atrocities?"

Sitting in the chair, Master Myris's body trembled, his fingernails pierced into the flesh, without knowing it, words squeezed out between his teeth: "It is sinful to harm innocent people without reason, and to hate those who keep the festival unreasonably. …"

　　 Put the fingers in the mouth and wet them, gently twist the throat bone with the thumb and index finger, and the candle flame on the desk disappeared.

The man who was slowly pacing to the front door in the dim opened the door panel, looked at the old man who bowed his head and rubbed his chin for a while, tilted his head and asked in confusion: "I seem to have heard rumors. , When you were young, you had a son. For various reasons, you gave him to a family as an adopted child. The family's last name... seems to be called Bowen?"

　　 There was silence.

　　 After a long silence, a low voice came from the room.

　　 "Nothing happened."

　　 shrugged, his throat nodded and responded: "I guess it's impossible. You are the ally of Heavenly Father, so naturally you won't lie to me."

　　 The man raised his hand and swept away as he said, the last candle by the door lost its light.

　　 "I have always been an honest and sincere person. You teach me the difference between civilization and the wild, and I will leave at the front door."

　　 After saying this, the throat bone moved backward and closed the door.

　　Darkness rushed into the entire room immediately, swallowing up the light in every corner.

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　　 slept for a whole day and night, and Todd was pierced by the sun and opened his eyes amidst sorrow and hunger. Looking at the sun hanging high outside the window, he clearly remembered some important things in his mind, but he couldn't remember.

　　 staying on the bed with his eyes open for a while, the boy who was relieved suddenly sat up from the bed.

　　 "Damn it! Today is the day of class!"

　　 Putting on a monk's clothes, bringing a reading book and stationery, Todd pushed open the door and ran at full speed to the class taught by Master Miles.

　　 After reaching his destination with sweating profusely, he learned a strange fact from the mouths of others.

　　『Master Miles left the monastery in the early hours of the morning without leaving a word. 』

Todd, who didn't know what was going on, touched his empty stomach, thinking that there is still a long time before noon, holding the idea of ​​searching for the "mobile food storage box"-Harkins. Wandered around in the monastery.

　　 A search ended to no avail, but he was found by Jerry, the "follower". Todd looked at the tall figure who was walking steadily behind him, and finally remembered where that guy is most likely to be now.

　　Sure enough, the smelting field at the foot of the monastery, the familiar figure of Huggins and Edgar, was particularly eye-catching among a group of craftsmen and apprentices.

　　 Looking at the two dusty and excited looking guys in front of him, Todd sighed from the bottom of his heart, UU reading www.uukánshu.com The magic of money is really beyond anyone's resistance.

　　 The Slavic man sat halfway on the ground, looking intently at the hot steam rising from the stove, hearing the footsteps behind him, without turning his head, he took out half of rye bread from his arms and handed it over.

He didn't care at all about the half of the bread in his hand or who left the food. Todd broke the hard crust with his hand, and swallowed it in his mouth. He finally felt a little full in his stomach and abdomen. He wanted to think about it. Remind everyone near the furnace that there is a large amount of "lead vapor" when ash blowing silver, which will cause chronic damage to the human body. Although I took this into consideration when designing the furnace body, and specially installed the condensing draft tube and underground collection tank, it still had some impact more or less.

　　 But soon, a word from Hudgens surprised him and he couldn't close his mouth, forgetting what to say.

"I looked for a craftsman familiar with the nearby villages, and plan to make three more such smelting furnaces." The man's tone seemed to say something more normal: "By the way, the silver ingots smelted in the past two days, I take it as The deposit was paid to the other party first."

　　 Is this guy planning on mass production?

　　 But in this case, the paper won't keep the fire, and someday everything here will be coveted.

　　 Todd, who just wanted to speak out, thought about it again. After all, there is no technical difficulty in refining the slag. Sooner or later, it is reasonable to be known. Rather than hiding, hiding and tucking in, it is better to make a fortune before then immediately stop.

　　 Edgar did not have such complicated thoughts as these two people, walked in front of the monk, and said, "Uncle Harkins and I have prepared a "gift" for you."

gift?

　　 Hudgens stood up and patted the dust on his body: "To be precise, it's a room."