glorious fall

The white snow on the path in the forest has just melted, revealing withered and brown broken branches. The fur boots wrapped in animal skin stepped on them, making a "squeaky" sound, and the soles of the feet were slightly numb from the force of the break.

More than ten days have passed since the letter was received, and the Tibetan Primrose has quietly spit out its stamens. Gerry followed behind Chester, looking at the old man's leisurely appearance, his heart was mixed with curiosity and doubt.

At the end of the trail, Chester finally stopped, leaning on a cane with both hands, turned around, looked at Gerry, smiled and said nothing.

Gerry was puzzled, and subconsciously asked, "My lord, do you have any orders?"

Chester patted him on the shoulder and said, "Gerry, you are the one I am most optimistic about among the young people."

"...Thank you for your compliment." Although he was still a little puzzled, Gerry was a little happier to be affirmed by Archbishop Chester.

"Don't thank you so quickly," Chester waved his hand, "Young man, I don't know if this sentence will affect your future..." He paused, his eyes were a little empty, and he didn't know what he thought of.

After that, the two walked back to Chester's archbishop's mansion in silence, and entered the study room. Chester took out a black wooden box with four corners wrapped in copper skin from the second shelf of the bookshelf. The box was only the size of two palms, but it was heavy. To Gerry, who hurriedly took it with both hands respectfully, looking at the old man inexplicably.

"Give this to," Chester said with a vaguely cheerful smile on his face, "to the person who gave you the letter last time, and then follow him to find his master, and then, that person, will tell you What are you going to do, Gerry," he put a hand on the back of the young man's hand, "my favorite boy, don't let me down."

Gerry's hands trembled unconsciously, and then he said solemnly: "I will never let you down, my lord."

The next day, after watching Gerry get on the horse and leave in a hurry, Chester asked the butler beside him, "Is the carriage ready?"

The butler bowed, "It's ready, my lord."

"Very good," Chester looked at the jingling carriage, and slowly broke into a satisfied smile, with a cold look in his eyes, "Your Majesty Beniz, now let's see who is the one favored by God. "

As soon as the snow starts to melt, Chester will start preaching the teachings like the archbishops of other provinces, but because he, Demour, Fayol and Baiting are all old, Donglass licenses them to use only in flat areas. The urban mission of the terrain, and now Chester is about to set off.

However, his first stop was to drive to his standing army barracks, which was also on the outskirts of the city, but not far from the Archbishop's Palace. As soon as he entered the barracks, he frowned, and an officer not far away gave him a wink. Seeing him coming, the man who looked like him hurried over and drove away the ruthless soldiers in front of Chester.Although Chester frowned, he didn't get angry.Over the years, he has quietly transferred the outstanding soldiers in the standing army to another place. The army with the name of the standing army is just for the people sent to watch by Tangglass. In his eyes, these fun-loving kids from rich families and rascals are worthless other than being able to block the enemy's attacks, so the requirements are not very high.

"My lord, please forgive our hasty reception." The general of the standing army wiped his sweat and saluted.

"No, don't say that, General Maris, you have done a good job, at least let these rich young men stay safely in the barracks without causing any trouble." Chester sincerely praised.

Although Maris sweated in the early spring, it was actually more because of his overweight body. He was relieved to hear the archbishop's words, and when he was about to relax his tense nerves, he heard Chester say: "Maris, someone recently came to contact you in secret"

Maris barely caught his breath, bit his tongue, and hastily argued: "My lord, some people did come to look for your servant a few days ago, but she left in a hurry after only seeing her once. I wanted to report to you, But some time ago, the road was blocked by heavy snow and it was difficult to walk, so this matter has been delayed, please forgive me." His sweat flowed down rapidly again.

Chester gave an incomprehensible grace, but did not express his opinion, which made the general more and more nervous, and the swallowing sound in his throat became louder.

After a long while, Chester suddenly burst out laughing. He stood up, patted the general on the shoulder, and said in an extremely amiable voice: "Maris, you are my loyal subordinate, and you have been with me for so many years. How could I possibly doubt you? What about you? Don't worry, I'm just worried that you will be deceived and in danger."

Maris was moved when he heard the words: "Thank you for your trust, my lord, my loyalty to you will definitely stand the test, please rest assured."

Chester nodded, ended the conversation, and was sent to the resting room by Maris.

The knight captain beside him watched the fat figure of Maris disappearing around the corner, and asked with a sneer, "My lord, you are obviously impatient with him, why do you keep coaxing him?"

Leaning on crutches, Chester replied slowly: "Perhaps, being as stupid as a pig is a close relative, which is his few remaining advantages. This kind of person is raised like Mai Rui, what do you think? It's time to change." He looked at the knight captain's face full of fighting spirit and smiled, "It can be changed at any time, maybe one day, that position will be yours, right?"

The knight captain was naturally proud. The Mai Rui mentioned by the bishop happened to be a stray dog ​​that wandered near the archbishop's mansion in winter. Mother is completely loyal, comparing Maris to this dog...

The two smiled at each other and said nothing.

It was still a pitch-black night, but the difference was that the half-kneeling, half-slumped man no longer had the will to survive in his eyes, and looked blankly at a certain void.

"I gave you a second chance, so, where is the person I want?" The voice of the man on the high seat couldn't distinguish between emotions and anger.

"...No, no more..." the man murmured.

The man snorted lightly, "You still lost the mission stamp?"

"……Yes."

The man didn't speak, but only gestured with his eyes. Two servants at the side stepped forward knowingly, and dragged the sluggish people out like dead dogs. After a while, a series of screams came from outside the room, sometimes mixed with The sound of canine animals tearing, the man turned his head to look at the several younger teenagers staying in the house. Seeing that most of them were trembling with fright, he smiled slightly and clicked on the one who tried his best to calm down although his face was pale. The young man said, "Come here."

The young man walked up to him and knelt down on one knee, "Master, please give me instructions."

The man said: "You saw the fate of that trash just now?"

The boy nodded, "I see."

The man knocked on the pipe, waited until the ash fell, and then said, "This task is entrusted to you, can you guarantee that it will be completed smoothly?"

The boy was stunned for a moment, and then he said happily: "I promise you that it will be completed!"

The man waved his hand: "It's not that simple. The capture of this trash will make him more vigilant and raise the martial law. It is very difficult for you to take him away. I know you have no experience, so I only ask you to be able to sneak in and be his close friend." Attendant, with your help at that time, it will be much easier to take him away—during this period, you can also inquire about some news, my story about how he rose from a commoner to a provincial archbishop in just six years I'm very interested, is it like his unreserved mother, who succeeded by relying on those shady skills, also, his mother even climbed on her cousin's bed back then..."

The teenagers in the house were all stunned. Although they were frightened by the screams just now, at least they followed this cold-blooded master for a while, that is, they needed to relax for a while. I was really stunned by the scandal, I didn't know whether to express my surprise first or to vomit out of disgust first.

The young man who received the task was about to ask to leave, when the man asked, "By the way, your name."

The young man raised his head, and looked at the man with a pair of eyes that were especially dark in the night, "Return to the master. My name is Micah."

The man froze for a moment, then laughed loudly: "Very good, is it Micah in the Book of Micah in the Old Testament? This is an excellent name, go, with the will of the Lord, put this wrong name Bring back the filthy seed that exists in the world, and let me send him to meet his father who doesn't know what to do!"

The young man led the order to go out, the man raised the pipe in his hand, the tobacco in it had been burned out, he watched in a daze as the spark gradually extinguished, and finally turned into a pile of ashes, and was suddenly smashed to the ground by him, Several youngsters who were immersed in the scandal just now came to their senses in shock, and hurriedly surrounded them, one of them exclaimed, "Ah, master, your hands are burned red!"

Only then did the man feel the blunt burning pain on his fingers, which made him even more agitated. After wrapping his fingers in a muslin soaked in cold water, he calmed down and said in a deep voice, "Where is that old woman locked up now?"

One of them quickly replied: "I heard from the chief guard that she is locked in the stone house in the backyard. When it's my turn to deliver food to her these few days, I can see that she hasn't moved a single bite."

The man frowned, "This old woman is really stubborn. After so many days, she only has one breath left. She still remembers to maintain that dirty and blasphemous thing. The older she is, the more she doesn't know right from wrong. She will go to hell after death." , hiss - lighten up, idiot!" He glared at the young man who was submissively applying medicine to himself, and continued, "Tell the guards, don't let her die, if you really can't find out, throw it to that boy's hall." Uncle."

Several attendants nodded repeatedly and hurriedly responded.

The man looked at his wrapped hands and sneered slightly.

The author has something to say: I won’t talk nonsense in the future, just update, now I can’t wait to finish writing it all at once, um, that’s it, good night, dear.