Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 369: Naive

It was a wonderful morning.

After days of rain, Black Iron Town finally welcomed 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 some drunken man in the church, this morning would not only be wonderful, but even sacred.

Archimedes! Damn Archimedes!

The priest walked behind the man and shouted, "Archimedes, 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 came to church to pray?"

"What does that have to do with me" The man answered lazily.

"Damn it, if they don't come to pray, how am I going to sell my vouchers? I was hoping they could exchange some bread for me!"

"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. Archimedes turned around and stroked his wire-like beard, chuckling, "Don't forget that without a murderer like me, you wouldn't have the money in your safe."

"So, what did you just say?"

Father Miro immediately 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, Archimedes suddenly asked, "Father, do you believe in God?"

"Why do you ask?" josei

"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 something that breaks his heart." Archimedes 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 sentimental."

"Bullshit, I'm not a woman. How can I be so sentimental?" Archimedes 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, "Archimedes, 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 immersed 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." Archimedes 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 time."

"Naive? That's right. I've been to many places and seen many things. Everything is telling me 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. Archimedes 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." Archimedes waved goodbye and slipped into the overly bright sunshine outside the church.

That figure left Miro dumbfounded. It took him a moment 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. "Sometimes I miss that bastard, even though he brings a lot of trouble every time."

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 mean, 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 me 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 met him and headed to Violet Harbor. Arriving at the port city was already a few days away. Allen's trip this time 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 customers of taverns and casinos, and some of them were small businessmen.

After hearing the news that Alan and the others had arrived, Shawn and Wilick waited early in the morning to welcome 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 time, there would be a well-equipped hotel on Fragrant Orioles Grass Avenue, providing a place for passing merchants 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 customers in a short period of time to produce samples that meet the requirements.

In the end, Shawn said he had received a number of orders from the Lily Chamber of Commerce and other small merchants 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 seemed 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 become friends."

"Ordinary." He stressed.

Alan smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. Ordinary friends can become 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 time he used Shawn's name to look for her, he would see her butler more often. Judging from the timing, this was the first time Jessica had met Wilick. It happened to be the second day after Storm City had been taken down. The coincidence in time reminded one of the well-known news channels of the Hundred Meetings Chamber of Commerce.

Back then, Singh's lair had already been marked with the name of the Sur City Union Chamber of Commerce. This place had become the headquarters of the Chamber of Commerce. 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 came 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 gentlemen in addition to Mr. Roger," added Geralf. "Lord Allen, please show mercy."

'Please tell Mr. Roger that I'll be there on time,' 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, "Welcome."

Only then did Jeralf really leave. Alan looked at the invitation and said to Shawn, "Come with me to see the big merchants tomorrow."