It was a wonderful morning.
After days of rain, Black Iron Town finally welcod the sunshine of redemption. It was as if the poor people could see hope as well. At the very least, that was what Father Miro thought. If it weren't for so drunken man in the church, this morning would not only be wonderful, but even sacred.
Archides! Damn Archides!
The priest walked behind the man and shouted, "Archides, you bastard, how long are you staying here? Don't you have to work? Don't you know, because of you, how long has it been since my dear followers ca to church to pray?"
"What does that have to do with " The man answered lazily.
"Damn it, if they don't co to pray, how am I going to sell my vouchers? I was hoping they could exchange so bread for !"
"Even I wouldn't buy those ghost talismans."
"Nonsense, how could a murderer like you believe in such a thing as redemption!" Father Miro snorted coldly.
Suddenly, an obscure light flashed through the air. Only then did Father Miro see clearly that it was a dagger. Archides turned around and stroked his wire-like beard, chuckling, "Don't forget that without a murderer like , you wouldn't have the money in your safe."
"So, what did you just say?"
Father Miro imdiately put on a solemn expression and said, "I said we are old friends, true friends. So, do you think we should move this dangerous thing a little away?"
The priest carefully moved the blade away with two fingers. The man yawned, withdrew his dagger, and took another sip from the tin wine jug. Looking at the matte case of the wine jug reflecting his appearance, Archides suddenly asked, "Father, do you believe in God?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I think it would be great if there really was an Almighty Lord."
Father Miro frowned and said, "I do believe in God. After all, without faith, this damn life can drive people crazy. I believe in him, but I don't know if God wants to believe in us."
"That's right. You humans specialize in sothing that breaks his heart." Archides smiled.
"You don't sound like a human." Father Miro rolled his eyes and asked, "You seem a little weird today. You seem a little sentintal."
"Bullshit, I'm not a woman. How can I be so sentintal?" Archides stretched. "It's just that he drank too much and was a little confused."
"You're the only one who drank early in the morning." The priest muttered. He looked at the man and coughed softly, "Archides, do you have a dream?"
"What?"
"Is that what you want to do? For example, I want to have a magnificent church. Every day, a group of cute and smart children sing hymns. They can see the well-dressed believers and listen to their heartfelt repentance." Milo closed his eyes as if he was imrsed in a beautiful dream.
"But in fact, your teaching is shabby and small. As for the parishioners, ha, those old fellows "
"Damn it, the reason why dreams are dreams is because they are better than reality!" The priest who had his dreams shattered said in frustration.
"If you want to talk about dreams, I have one too." Archides shook his wine jug, which was almost empty: "I wish I could save the world."
"What?" Miro thought he heard wrong. He shook his head and said, "So you have such a naive ti."
"Naive? That's right. I've been to many places and seen many things. Everything is telling that there's nothing worth saving in this world. But if there's only one person worth saving, I'm willing to do my best to save it "
Father Miro put his hand on his forehead. "Is your brain broken? If I hadn't known you for years, I would have thought you were God."
"If you don't take your hand away, prepare to say goodbye to it."
Miro was shocked and quickly dodged. Archides stood up. His tall figure made the church seem a little crowded. He carried the wine jug to the door and Miro couldn't help but ask, "Where are you going?"
"Go kill a few people and see if anyone is worth saving." Archides waved goodbye and slipped into the overly bright sunshine outside the church.
That figure left Miro dumbfounded. It took him a mont to react, and then the priest's scream echoed in the church, "Damn bastard! Your rent and wine are not paid yet!"
At this point, Milo smiled gently and looked at Alan. "Sotis I miss that bastard, even though he brings a lot of trouble every ti."
Alan put down the cup and asked Ning Su, "Father, what happened to him in the end?"
"In the end I don't know if he's dead or alive. I don't know. I only know this man, but I've never really known him. Your father, what do you an, he's a complicated guy. I saw a lot of contradictions in him. His hands were stained with blood, but I could feel that those words that saved the world were words from the bottom of his heart. "
Miro shook his head and smiled bitterly, "So I don't know what kind of person he would end up like. Maybe he's drinking in a shabby chapel right now."
"Anyway, thank you for telling about him."
"Nothing, that's my duty. Alright, I have to prepare for the church. As for the man, I'll tell you more about him later."
After Father Miro left, Alan was the only one left in the hall. Alan stood by the table and touched the water on the edge of the cup with his hand. He drew a simple outline on the table, "What kind of person is that man "
The next day, Alan left Sur City. Along the way, a team from Storm City t him and headed to Violet Harbor. Arriving at the port city was already a few days away. Allen's trip this ti was very low-key. There were only about ten people in the team. Apart from the ten Mountain King warriors, there were only Regis and Belmond.
After entering the city, the team headed straight for Fragrant Orioles Grass Street, which was now under Allen's control. The streets are much livelier than they were three months ago. Alan and the others arrived at Violet Harbor in the evening, and now the street lights on both sides of the street were lit, illuminating the long street. Pedestrians on the streets could tell that most of them were frequent custors of taverns and casinos, and so of them were small businessn.
After hearing the news that Alan and the others had arrived, Shawn and Wilick waited early in the morning to welco them. Accompanying Alan across the street, Shawn gave a brief report. According to Allen's previous proposal, they had renovated several buildings at the end of the long street, and the construction would be completed in two months. At that ti, there would be a well-equipped hotel on Fragrant Orioles Grass Avenue, providing a place for passing rchants and their caravans to stay.
As for taverns and casinos, they were well-run by Vino's people. Even though there were a few blind local gangs who wanted to get their hands on them, they were all taught a hard lesson by Wilick and the Mountain King Warriors.
The biggest change was that at the entrance of the long street, Shawn had converted several houses into pavilions and small workshops. The pavilion is used to display various fabrics made in Sur City to attract guests. The workshop transported a semi-automatic textile machine from Sur City and had two skilled workers stationed there. In this way, according to the needs of custors in a short period of ti to produce samples that et the requirents.
In the end, Shawn said he had received a number of orders from the Lily Chamber of Comrce and other small rchants in the past three months. This batch of orders was enough for Sur City to do for a year, and when Fatty spoke up, his face seed to shine. On the other side, Wilick was also in high spirits. Alan knocked down his waist while no one was paying attention and asked, "Have you taken down Miss Jessica?"
Wilick blushed and said awkwardly, "What are you talking about, boss? Miss Jessica and I have just beco friends."
"Ordinary." He stressed.
Alan smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. Ordinary friends can beco close friends in the future. Then they will be close friends, and then hehe."
He laughed dryly twice, everything in silence. It wasn't long before Ellen realized that Wilick had only recently spoken to Jessica. Every ti he used Shawn's na to look for her, he would see her butler more often. Judging from the timing, this was the first ti Jessica had t Wilick. It happened to be the second day after Storm City had been taken down. The coincidence in ti reminded one of the well-known news channels of the Hundred etings Chamber of Comrce.
Back then, Singh's lair had already been marked with the na of the Sur City Union Chamber of Comrce. This place had beco the headquarters of the Chamber of Comrce. The courtyard had undergone necessary renovations, for example, the walls of the courtyard had been raised considerably, and there were earth buildings in both corners of the courtyard. Even the two wooden doors were reinforced with steel plates. It could be seen that this courtyard could be turned into a small fortress if needed.
After dinner, a guest ca to the door. It was Roger's bodyguard, Gerald, who had sent Roger's invitation to Alan for lunch tomorrow afternoon. "There will be Miss Jessica and several other gentlen in addition to Mr. Roger," added Geralf. "Lord Allen, please show rcy."
'Please tell Mr. Roger that I'll be there on ti,' said Alan cheerfully.
"I will tell Mr. Roger every word." After saying goodbye, Jarraf said before leaving, "If you have the chance, I would like to consult your Excellency again."
Alan smiled and said, "Welco."
Only then did Jeralf really leave. Alan looked at the invitation and said to Shawn, "Co with to see the big rchants tomorrow."
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