Did the lord get rid of poverty and become rich today?

In 847 of the new calendar, it was sunny on August 8

I've seen broken decks and dead bodies drifting in with the current on the mudflats of Devil's Beach.I don't know which poor captain and his crew were buried in the storm two days ago.

Then I saw the child holding half of the barrel in the water, her name was Suzie.

Dr. Craven said that it is impossible for me to conceive my own child in this life. I think she must be a gift from the God of Light.

... Then, welcome to my little angel - Suzie.This is your home, I will give you all the love and warmth, trust me.

In the new calendar year 847, it rained on August 8

Kraven quarreled with Reverend Thorin again.Thorin insisted that women are not eligible to be bishops and refused my adoption of Suzie.

He felt that the Holy See is not a good church, and we should send Suzie to the home of the poor ghost lord to make them responsible.

But what good is it, Thorin?I have become a bishop.

Suzie is an angel God gave me, and there is nothing better for her than being around me.

The Lord of Stormland is a good man, but he is too poor.He couldn't give Suzy the life she wanted.

*

In the new calendar year 847, August 8 was cloudy

Suzy cried secretly again today.

She said she missed her parents.

I'm very sorry.

I don't know if they survived that storm.

Dear Suzie, life is always about looking forward, isn't it?If they are still alive, they must hope that you are happy.

me too.

……

New calendar 849, March 3 cloud

Susie got into a fight with a kid from the neighbor's house today, and made the little boy cry.

The reason is that she wants to exchange a piece of candy for the pony carriage in the hands of the little boy Roll, but little Roll is unwilling.

What a headache.

I could only put down my busy work and take Susie to apologize, and begged Roll's father, the carpenter Rocca, to make one for Susie, and I could pay for it.

Thankfully, Rocca is a good guy.

I played with Suzie and Little Roll all afternoon.

Suzy looked happy.

New calendar 849, March 3, sunny

Suzy accidentally broke the window of Grandma Capersian's house and played tricks on Thorin by putting a bucket of flour on the door.

Ah, what a worry-free child.

There are so many things to do in the church, I haven't closed my eyes for two days.

New calendar 849, May 5, rain

Suzy broke the bowl again today, and I can tell she did it on purpose.

What a naughty kid.

Still, angels are always to be forgiven, right?It's okay, it's just a bowl.

I know I'm too busy to spend time with her.She just wanted to get my attention that way, by making mistakes, by playing pranks.

I'm really sorry, Suzie.It was my fault.I also want to accompany you very much.

But the vile Priest Thorin keeps getting me into trouble, trying to get me out of the position of bishop.

If I get pulled down, I might not be able to give you this kind of life, Suzie.

Can you understand?

In the new calendar year 851, on July 7, there was a thunderstorm.

Today is Suzie's 12th birthday.

She wore a floral dress that I bought specially from the South.it's beautiful!

My angel Suzy, she's grown up.

Ah, when I think that my little angel will grow into a more beautiful girl in the future, and may be pursued by many boys-no, no, no, this is not okay.

I can't bear to marry Suzie to anyone.

Anyway, happy birthday my dear Suzie!

In the new calendar year 851, July 7, overcast.

For some reason, Suzie seemed to have become less fond of talking.

New calendar 851, July 7, Yin

Why is Suzie crying today?Angels are supposed to be happy forever, it's my fault.

tell me what happened, ok?

You know, I'll always be your safe haven.

No one loves you more than me, whatever you do, come to me, okay?

……

In the 852nd year of the new calendar, on January 1, there was heavy snow.

I killed Thorin.

Don't be afraid, my Suzie.

I am here.

No one will be able to hurt you in the future, I promise.

*

New calendar 852, January 1th, snow.

They blocked it.

In the new calendar year 852, on January 1, there was heavy rain.

The South General Assembly sent law enforcement officers.

Be good, my Suzie.

I'm going on a long trip.

Now let's make a game, shall we?

You hide here, there is food and water in the cabinet.

Whatever happens next, keep silent.

In a few days, Uncle Roca will come to pick you up.

If you make it, I promise to bring you your favorite candy when you come back.

*

New calendar year 852, February 2

The shackles on my hands tore my flesh.

I can barely write.

New calendar year 852, February 2

Where are you?How are you?my susie.

I miss you

I'm sorry, Suzie.

Would it be different if I sent you to Stuart's house...

New calendar year 852, February 3

They're going to send me to the stake.

In the name of being bewitched by the devil to kill the priest.

I'm not the devil, that damned pastor is.

In the new calendar year 852, July 3, overcast.

I do not regret.

……

The handwriting belonging to Fleming came to an abrupt end.

The last few pages were still stained with blood.

Turning back, another person’s handwriting appeared:

Rain on October 852, 3

Bishop Fleming was executed.

Her daughter Suzie is nowhere to be found.

—although Suzie never called Fleming's mother.

She always called her His Excellency the Bishop.

Poor girl, I still remember buying her sugar.

May 852, 3 sunny

The church is on fire.

Very few people made it out alive, I was lucky.

I brought out Suzie's favorite pony car, but unfortunately, it was burned out.

I buried it under the ginkgo tree in the backyard.

...I really hope it can continue to accompany little Suzie.

May 852, 3 sunny

I'm leaving here.

……

"Snapped--"

The sound of the diary cover closing was slightly heavy.

The study room was as quiet as a pool of cold water.

Jo propped her elbows on the table and rubbed her face.

He was a little uncomfortable.

Everyone is silent.

"...Go and have a look." Qiao Yi lightly wiped off the dust on the diary, lowered his eyes: "That ginkgo tree."

……

It was still some time before evening, and the sky had already darkened.

As soon as Joe looked up at the gray sky, layers of gray-blue clouds were pressing down, and there was a damp smell in the air.

got windy.

"It is going to rain."

Lancaster stood beside Joe, brushing his fingers over the gnarled trunk of the ginkgo tree.

This ginkgo tree has lived for many years, and its roots have even pushed through the bluestone slabs paving the ground, exposing it to the drizzle.

"Huiyue."

Lancaster touched Huiyue's head and pointed to the root of the ginkgo tree: "Go."

"Wow, woof."

Huiyue yelled twice, then sniffled and searched around the ginkgo tree.

"Wang."

It sat down somewhere.

Roy and Dean grabbed their shovels and walked over.

The bluestone slab, which had been in disrepair for a long time and was pushed open by the roots of the ginkgo tree, was pried open, exposing the soil below.

As soon as Joe stood in the drizzle, he turned his head and saw the still black walls of the warehouse.

Many years ago, there was also a fire here, which burned away all the dirt and sin.

Later, another group of Holy See personnel repainted the place and covered up all the truth.

He really wanted to go to the south to see the so-called Holy See of Light.

When darkness is born of light and is hidden and protected by light, can the so-called light still be called light?

... Such a light, it doesn't matter if it is destroyed.

"found it!"

Following Dean's whisper, Qiao Yi turned his gaze back.

On Roy's muddy hands, he held a half-rotten wooden carriage.

Half of the wheel of the pony cart has been burned, and there are still black scorched marks on the broken stubble.

On the car, someone had engraved "Susie and the Bishop" in crooked childish handwriting, with a small heart carved beside it.

But now, the heart shape has been polluted by black scorching marks, only half of it remains.

"Has the Bishop gone home?"

Suddenly there was a voice in the air.

When they turned around, they saw the flickering flames huddled in the corner of the wall.

"My Lord Bishop did not come home."

Huo Guang answered by himself.

"My lord bishop promised to bring me candy when I come back."

"...but I didn't finish that game..."

"Is it because I lost the game, so the bishop is not coming back?"

"Your Bishop must be very busy. Like before."

"...If I do something bad, will the bishop come to me?"

"In the past, as long as I did bad things, the bishop would come to accompany me."

The flame slowly huddled into a small ball in the drizzle, and the orange light also dimmed.

It babbled uninterruptedly, its voice getting softer and softer.

"I stole the food from Stuart's house, broke Carl's bowl, and snatched Annie's bear, but why didn't His Excellency come to me?"

"If I burn the warehouse, will the bishop come?"

"can you?"

"..."

The dark sky kept falling, and in the drizzle, there was a muffled sound of spring thunder.

"Hi Suzy."

Joe crouched down before the firelight.

"...You, are you...?"

The fire flinched.

"I'm Joe One."

Qiao Yi smiled softly, but his voice was a little hoarse: "I am... Uncle Roca's friend."

噗

The little flame seemed to light up.

But after a while, it dimmed again.

"However, I didn't follow the rules of the game. I ran out and accidentally knocked over the kerosene lamp."

"...Did I get into trouble? That day... there was a big fire."

Qiao stretched out his hand over the flames to block the drizzle and the cool wind: "My lord bishop said that angels should always be forgiven."

"It's okay. The game is over."

"I'm here to take you home now."