The old man stood up straight from the chair, his arms hung down weakly, and he took the damaged weapon tremblingly. His sad face seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.
"Who...?"
Master Mairis' reaction caused the pale-faced man's mouth to curve in an arc: "Third Inquisition, Judge...Alfonso Decapo."
The old man held the broken sword in his arms, his eyes lost focus, and fell back on his chair, unconsciously muttering the name: "Alfonso Decapo, Alfonso...Decavo..."
He walked around the room, first dusted the steps with his sleeves, and then sat down at the stairs leading to the second floor. The man frowned and looked at the candle on the armrest, and exhaled, gray
Smoke and dust streaked through the air, and the candle flame was extinguished into a wisp of white smoke, floating into the air.
He took out a well-made silver file from his arms, sharpened his nails carefully, and occasionally looked up at the monk beside the desk who was immersed in grief.
In the damp and cold hearth of the fireplace, the wind dropped, blowing through the space where the air was solidified. Master Miles' forehead felt cold, his mind slowly calmed down, and he placed the broken sword on the desk next to him. The old man's voice seemed to be broken.
Pi's bellows: "Throatbone, tell me...what does the 'Relief Society' want us to do this time?"
The man called "Throat Bone" put his manicured nails to his lips, blew off the nail clippings gently, turned his fingers over and over to inspect them, and said calmly: "It's not about the 'Sutherland Relics' yet, it will be."
The president received the letter you sent him a few days ago, and he was very unhappy that the relics mentioned above were lost and returned empty-handed..."
The old man sat up straight and said calmly: "As I said in my letter, due to heavy snow blocking the road, my people were unable to arrive at the handover location on time. By the time he found the bodies of the relief society members, the relics had already been taken away.
.”
Throatbone flicked the dust on his fingernails, looked at Master Miles, and said with a smile: "You are God's spokesperson in the world, and your words are the Lord's will. I believe you can play such despicable tricks as lies and deception.
It’s dismissive.”
The flickering candle flames, the dark steps where nothing could be seen, the old man sitting in the light, and the man hiding in the shadows looked at each other head-on.
Master Melis looked at the cross on the wall and read slowly: "God will always protect the reverent people, and His justice will also benefit their descendants. I abide by the oath of the Heavenly Father and faithfully fulfill His commandments."
"Very good." Throatbone stood up from the steps, clapped gently with both hands, and walked to the monk's side with his face full of emotion and sincerity.
The next second, the man's expression suddenly became playful.
He used the shadow of the old man to block the light of the candle, and lay down and said in the other person's ear: "However, there is still one thing I don't understand. Why is it that he is also a believer in Heavenly Father and a messenger of the Lord, but the church treats Uncle
Mr. En committed such cruel and dehumanizing atrocities as piercing the body, cutting off the head, and leaving the body in the wilderness..."
Sitting in the chair, Master Miles's body was trembling, and the nails of his hands were piercing into the flesh. Without realizing it, he squeezed out words between his teeth: "It is a crime to harm innocent people without reason, and to hate people who observe morality without reason.
…”
Put your fingers in your mouth and wet them, gently twist your throat bones with your thumb and index finger, and the candlelight on the desk disappears immediately.
The man walked slowly to the front door in the darkness, pushed open the door panel, looked at the old man who lowered his head and said nothing, put his finger on his chin and rubbed it for a while, tilted his head and asked in confusion: "I seem to have heard rumors.
, you had a son when you were young, and for various reasons, you gave him to a family as an adopted son, and that family's last name... seems to be called Bourne?"
There was silence.
After a long silence, a low voice came from the room.
"There is no such thing."
He shrugged his shoulders, nodded his throat and responded: "I guess it's impossible. You are the ally of Heavenly Father, so naturally you won't lie to me."
As the man spoke, he raised his hand and swept it away. The last candle next to the door lost its light.
"I have always been an upright and sincere person. You taught me the difference between civilization and wilderness. I should leave through the front door."
After saying this, the throat bone moved back and closed the door.
Darkness suddenly poured into the entire room, swallowing up every bit of light in every corner.
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After sleeping for a whole day and night, Todd's body was sore and hungry, and he opened his eyes under the glare of the sun. Looking at the sun hanging high outside the window, he clearly remembered something important in his mind, but he couldn't remember it.
After keeping his eyes open for a while on the bed, Todd suddenly sat up from the bed after regaining consciousness.
"Damn it! Today is school day!"
Putting on his monk's clothes, bringing his reading materials and stationery, Todd opened the door and ran at full speed to Master Miles' classroom.
When he arrived at his destination covered in sweat, he learned a strange fact from others.
"Master Melis left the monastery in the early morning without leaving a word."
Not sure what happened, Todd touched his dry and empty stomach, thinking that there was still a long time before noon, Todd had the idea of looking for the "mobile food storage box" - Huggins,
Wandered around the monastery.
After a search that turned out to be fruitless, he was discovered by "Follower" Jerry Jr. Todd looked at the tall figure following behind him, and finally remembered the place where that guy was most likely to be now.
Sure enough, in the smelting field at the foot of the monastery hill, the familiar figures of Huggins and Edgar were particularly eye-catching among the group of craftsmen and apprentices.
Looking at the two dusty and excited guys in front of him, Todd sighed sincerely from the bottom of his heart. The magic of money is really irresistible to anyone.
The Slavic man was half sitting on the ground, staring intently at the stove with high-temperature steam rising. When he heard the footsteps behind him, without looking back, he took out half a piece of rye bread from his arms and handed it over.
Todd didn't care at all who had eaten the half of bread in his hand. He broke open the hard dough shell with his hands, put it into his mouth and swallowed it. He finally felt a little full in his stomach, and wanted to
I would like to remind everyone near the furnace that there is a large amount of "lead vapor" when ash blowing and smelting silver, which can cause chronic damage to the human body. Although I took this into consideration when designing the furnace body, and specially installed a condensation guide tube and underground collection
pool, but it will still have some impact to a greater or lesser extent.
But soon, Huggins' words made him so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth and forgot what he wanted to say.
"I found familiar craftsmen from nearby villages and planned to make three more smelting furnaces like this." The man's tone seemed to be saying a perfectly normal thing: "By the way, I will treat the silver ingots smelted in the past two days as
The deposit was paid to the other party first.”
Is this guy planning on mass production?
But in this case, nothing can stop the fire. Sooner or later, everything here will be coveted.
Todd, who was about to start admonishing, then thought about it. After all, there is no technical difficulty in re-refining slag. It is reasonable for someone to find out sooner or later. Instead of hiding it, it is better to make a lot of money before then.
pen and then immediately put it down.
Edgar did not have such complicated thoughts as these two people. He walked up to Todd and said, "Uncle Huggins and I have prepared a 'gift' for you."
Gift?
Huggins stood up and patted the dust on his body: "To be precise, it's a room."