[The Phantom of the Opera] Redemption

Then they met, Eric couldn't help thinking, do I need to rethink, even he might fall in love at first sight.His consciousness gradually blurred, and when he woke up, he found himself lying on a comfortable bed. Mitchell was writing something with his back to him.When he woke up, he had just printed a wax seal on it, and a crow tacitly took the letter and carried it to a distant place.

Mitchell gently stroked his hair, and said softly: "I asked Clark to cook some chicken soup, you can drink some, after drinking, you just fell asleep, you went in for a full five hours, and soon your sleepiness disappeared. It will come up."

He said softly, as always, "Eric, you need to know that our meeting was meant to be, and I've been following you since you were born, but, I need you to understand that people like me have been Fate is what you're fighting against. So, I think you understand that I love you because you're Eric, unique, and for no other reason. I hope you always remember that. Because of you, I love you. It's as sweet as it is."

Eric turned his head slightly, his eyes just staring straight at the direction of the distant crow, and he didn't speak, Mitchell could only continue to say: "You guessed it, who I am writing to is the day I said the last The people who are going to visit the Holy See, they have always belonged to the most powerful and dynamic part of the Holy See. Being able to have a good relationship with them makes it much easier for me to move here. If it wasn’t for them to help me mediate internally , those people from the Holy See will not be wiped out so easily."

Mitchell smiled slightly, with confidence in mind, too tight is not a good thing, let him think about it, let them transition to a deeper level more gently.In terms of waiting, he has always been very patient, and time is the last thing he lacks.

Eric looked at him curiously, a little strangely, "I have always thought that you and the church should be in opposition, why, you will cooperate with them again?"

Mitchell smiled and asked back: "What do you think faith is? What is faith in the hearts of ordinary people? In the eyes of believers, faith is salvation, their world, and in this world where they can be safe and have all that their spirit desires, and to those who do not believe this is nothing but an excuse to waste on meaningless things, It is a means, but no one can say clearly what faith is.”

Eric half-lyed on the bed, and said seriously: "So, what kind of person do you think I belong to, and what kind of person are you?"

"You want to believe it, but your rationality keeps telling you that this is impossible, and people can't get a kind of peace from it. Religion is originally a religion of people, not a god. Now this society... Yes, the gods are weak, no god can be immortal, and the miracles are gradually disappearing. The only thing that remains unchanged is probably the underworld. People always have to go through such a process. I don’t live by faith. It’s easy. many."

Looking at Eric's bright eyes, he continued, "For me, I don't need to believe in those so-called gods. If I really want to say, in the underworld, we are probably equivalent to a company. Pluto is the boss and chairman of the board. I can be regarded as a miscellaneous manager, and my work is still leisurely. There are also people in charge of each territory, like the head of a branch. To be honest, the management inside It’s really quite loose, there’s one thing we need to be responsible for, the overall soul can’t be missing, it’s on the books.”

He took out a thick black book, opened it, and there was black smoke twisting on it, Mitchell smiled, "It's just a little protection, and no one can get it from it except the owner of this book. Correct information, even, will be counterattacked, like insurance. However, it is really inconvenient to carry this at ordinary times. I don’t have any place to put it on my body. Fortunately, I am not doing the work of recycling souls .”

Eric couldn't help but reminded: "You haven't said, why are you cooperating with the Holy See." He never knew what was going on in this man's heart. Maybe this was the reason why he was always insecure. Like the moon in the water in the mirror.Can see but not really.

Mitchell patted himself on the head, put the book aside, and continued, "I just want you to understand a background first. The relationship between us and the heavens, that is, the people they believe in is not what ordinary people imagine. To be honest, their deadly enemies are the demons, but we are the underworld, which is completely different from the definition of the demons. It is those myths in the world that mislead you, or it is to cooperate with the Holy See. We don’t really care too much about the need for passing on.”

"All in all, souls are under our jurisdiction. What the Holy See wants is faith. We have no differences on this issue, and this can be the basis for our cooperation. But, you also know, as long as there are people, there will be There will be fights, and the Holy See is no exception. If we let the party that is not good for us gain higher power, the result will no longer be what we want. At this time, cooperation is a matter of course."

Mitchell helped him cover the quilt gently, looked at him, Eric turned his head awkwardly, and continued to ask: "So, what happened to you working with him at that time?"

"Oh, at that time, I knew that someone wanted to deal with me, and they started to cooperate with the Black Wizards Union. They really chattered in your ears like flies, but before they made a move, I couldn't be against you. How about them? At the same time, radicals appeared in the Holy See, demanding that we be completely wiped out, so as to improve their reputation and gather vitality. I don't know such unreliable attention. Where did it come from. However, just like this, I have temporarily reached an agreement with a faction within the Holy See."

"Cooperate to trick them together?" Eric squinted at him, not on his side at all.

"How can you say that? They just paid the price they deserved. I made the choice clear to them. They chose the most stupid path. I didn't use any means out of it, just It's a pity that they were misunderstood by their own cleverness."

Eric nodded knowingly, "Yes, you really didn't do anything, you just blurred some concepts, concealed a little information, and then added fuel to the flames, didn't you?"

Mitchell shook his head, "I'm not such a sinister and cunning person. Other people's affairs can be blamed on me. I don't have the slightest opinion. However, those people from the Holy See have done it themselves and crossed the line. What matters are their insiders, and for the greater good, too radical factions are not allowed to exist."

Eric kicked him and asked curiously: "Why don't you create a sect to promote the glorious image of the underworld? Isn't it fun to fight with them?"

"You miscalculated two points. First, as long as human beings will eventually return to the underworld, this is an undoubted fact. Why do we need to do so much? Second, none of us have such a free time. If we want to participate in this kind of thing, in There is only one person jumping up and down in the underworld, and he is still a firm Pluto faction. Therefore, what you said is completely unrealistic."

Mitchell patted Eric on the shoulder, and said without a doubt: "Now, you should go to sleep. Another very important point is that it is easier for a believing soul to guide, and their nostalgia for the world will be stronger. Less, it has reduced our workload to some extent, and we don’t have any opinions on belief.”

There is another sentence that he has never said, if they must want to be my enemy, then change to another puppet, or stir up a fight between them. Faith is pure, and the Holy See will always It cannot be pure, it is also a collection of all kinds of people fighting for their own interests, this is the rule of the world, and no one can change it.As for faith, it can only be called faith when people believe it. Without people, it is worthless.

Mitchell said gently: "Eric, you have to understand that we are not here to be hostile to any forces, we just need to complete our mission, we don't care about the means to achieve our goals, in our eyes, There are no clear enemies and friends, maybe because of this, in the eyes of many people, there is not much difference between us and the demons. But in my opinion, people who only see black and white are stupid, they are living in their own lives people."

"So, in your heart, do you think priests and priests are holy and pure?" Eric's eyes are really beautiful, transparent and crystal clear, like the undulating blue sea water at low latitudes.

He chuckled, "Eric, you don't even believe the answer to this question, but now, do you want me to believe it? What are you expecting in your heart? I admit that the teaching staff are not without their merits. However, in the final analysis, they are still human beings, and they always have shortcomings of one kind or another, even ascetics are no exception. However, we don't need to be perfect. I have always insisted that the biggest role of faith is to make people accept themselves as they are now, and They firmly believe that they can do better. For this reason, they conjure up an object in their hearts, which is their Lord, and under his guidance, they can achieve a better life. Therefore, God does not exist anywhere except you In my heart, as long as you think, you are God."

Mitchell stood up and said confidently: "In my heart, I am God, Eric, you don't need to think too much, just believe in me."

This sentence is too crazy, but more reassuring than any other words, Eric closed his eyes contentedly, yes, that's it, I believe in everything about him, give myself to him, and He gave me the deadliest thing about himself.Who can say that we are not made for each other?

Eric's breathing gradually calmed down, and a crow flew over suddenly, holding an extremely ordinary brown envelope on its feet, which was just sealed with simple paste, specially made in the most ordinary appearance, so as not to let the anyone suspicious.Mitchell opened it, and there were only a few short words in it, "Dear Mr. Bartley, I have accomplished all the things you asked for. So far, the cooperation between us has completely ended. After today, we are strangers. Never see you again."

The author has something to say: Mitchell's affectionate confession was cold-handed.That said, it's normal.