Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 155: Shadow

"I'm sorry, Young Master. I didn't mean to waste my time." Father Miro patted his head and said, "After all, these things have been going on for too long. Something else is needed to connect them. Well, as you said, let's get straight to the point."

"That day, old Henry and Lily got into a fuss and asked me to judge them. It was already evening after I finished dealing with them, and I saw him when I got back to church. That's right, Archimedes." Father Miro pointed to the second row of chairs on the left and said, "He was sitting there looking very depressed. When I asked him if he had any troubles, he took me out for a drink."

'"He drank a lot, and his eyes were gloomy, as if there was an inextricable knot in his heart. He said that he loved a woman, and I asked him how much he loved her, and he said that it was better than his own life "

Miro's entire body suddenly trembled, and the temperature in the church seemed to have dropped by two degrees in vain. A chill rose from his feet, causing him to be shocked.

Alan lowered his head, and the church lights left only a shadow on his face. In that shadow, Father Miro suddenly saw two red lights shining, as if a purgatory door had opened. The Abyss Devils opened their bloody eyes. Father Miro sat down on the ground and looked at Alan in surprise.

"He's lying!" Alan suddenly raised his head and shouted. With him as the center, an invisible Origin Energy fluctuation pushed away, causing the pitiful rows of chairs in the church to collapse!

Allen's eyes were about to spit out flames, and his red pupils were boiling like lava!

"If he really loves that person, even more than his own life, then why would he abandon her!" Alan shouted, and the sound made all the windows in the church buzz.

The door opened and the second lieutenant entered nervously. Seeing that the church was in a mess, he couldn't help but be stunned. Just as he looked at Allen and was about to step forward, Allen raised his hand and said, "I'm fine, Second Lieutenant."

"Alright then. If you need anything, call me again." The second lieutenant glared at Miro, apparently thinking that Miro had angered Alan.

Miro spread his hands innocently.

Ellen took a deep breath and suppressed the flames in his chest. "I lost my composure. I'm sorry, Father. I'll compensate you for all the losses here," he said.

"Then I'm relieved." The priest murmured. He patted his butt and stood up. He looked at Alan and said, "Forgive me for saying one more word, young master. Sometimes, leaving your beloved person may be a form of protection."

Alan's body trembled slightly.

This was something he had never thought about. Could it be that if his father left his mother and left on his own, there was something or someone that threatened them? But why didn't that man reveal anything to Lanny?

Perhaps Archimedes was the only one who knew the answer.

"Father, what else do you know about him?" Alan asked.

Father Miro tilted his head and said, "A lot. After all, I've known him for more than ten years."

"Very good, I hope you can tell me everything you know."

Father Miro said with an awkward expression, "Young Master, that's not something that can be explained in a short while. Furthermore, it will take me quite some time."

"I will pay you the compensation you deserve."

'Well, to be honest, the reward you promised me was enough for me to live happily for a few years. You know, in this damned land, no one knows what will happen in a few years. So I don't need any other compensation. As long as you agree to a small request, I'll be happy to share everything about Archimedes with you.' Father Miro looked eagerly at Alan.

Alan frowned, "I hope I can fulfill your request. Tell me about it."

"It's very simple. I heard that Babylon is heaven on earth. So look, if you can let me live in heaven, I can tell you anything you want to know!"

"Father, Babylon may not be heaven." "But I can help with that," Allen said.

Allen still had 15 spots to appoint surface dwellers to move to Babylon. That was one of the rewards for winning the death arena. However, there were only a limited number of spots. Ellen did not want to waste it casually, so he asked, "But you have to tell me what you are good at. There are no idle people in Babylon."

"As you can see, I am a priest. It is my duty and my specialty to preach the gospel of the Lord and lead his people into his embrace." Father Miro even spun around and opened his arms.

Alan shook his head. "That's not enough. I don't think there's a lack of priests up there."

Father Miro's expression stepped down. He paced back and forth a few times and finally stopped. "Well, I'm still a military doctor. I used to be, but I'm not the kind of doctor who treats physical injuries. I treat mental injuries."

"He's also a military psychological counselor?" Alan nodded, "Alright, I barely passed. But now you "

"Damn it, I only like to drink a little. They said I was drunk and doubted my aptitude. In the end, they kicked me out of the army." Father Miro said angrily, "Otherwise, I wouldn't be a priest. But no matter what, the two professions have something in common, don't they?"

"Well, I'll go back to Babylon tomorrow. But I'll need some necessary formalities to get you to Babylon. It'll take a few days." Alan paused for a moment and then said, "I must warn you, Father. If I ever find out that everything you tell me is not the truth, as I said before, you will find that Babylon is not necessarily heaven. If necessary, it can also become hell."

Father Miro smiled embarrassedly and said, "Of course."

Alan walked towards the gate.

"Please wait a moment." Cried Father Miro.

Alan turned around and the priest said seriously, "It's getting late. I suggest you leave tomorrow. However, there are no hotels in town. There's a small pavilion next to the church clock tower. I can stay here after packing up and rest for a night. Most importantly, Archimedes used to stay there. I don't know about you "

"Then please clean it up for me." Alan said.

Father Miro's eyes lit up and he said with a smile, "Then you won't be stingy in paying me some boarding fees, will you?"

This old money lover! Alan couldn't help but curse in his heart.

Babylon was brightly lit under the curtain of night.

Goldwing Avenue and William Avenue intersect in Dawn Square. These two main roads divide the central city into four large districts and 16 small blocks. Dawn Square was undoubtedly the busiest area in the central city. Near Dawn Square, there were landmarks such as the Bundestag, the Golden Eagle Commercial Building, the Goliath Building and the Venus Hotel.

What radiated from this was a large number of buildings, a huge transportation network, bustling streets, and various large public facilities. Even under the night sky, the street lights on both sides of the street, the neon lights of high-rise buildings, and the endless streams of traffic made Babylon look like a colorful floating picture under the night. It was filled with a bustling aura.

The inhabitants of Babylon were proud to live on the floating islands.

Guman was no exception.

He was a black man, despite the slogan "Eliminate racial and colour discrimination" that the federal government had been chanting since its inception. In reality, however, it is still difficult for the black race to hold high-ranking positions in the vast and complex administrative network of the federal government. There are not many surface prosecutors like Guman who can become a district. Normally, Guman worked on the surface, but now that Christmas was less than ten days away, he was naturally allowed to return to Babylon to reunite with his family to welcome the new year.

He had returned to Babylon this afternoon on a transport airship and was attending an important bureaucratic banquet this evening. At this moment, he was very tired after returning to his home on 11th Street. The considerate wife had already had the hot water put away. After taking a bath, Guman casually shouted, "Where is my bathrobe?"

Outside the bathroom, a silhouette swayed and a maid came in with a bathrobe in her hand. "Sir, what do you want?"

"Put it down." Gu Man looked at the maid. She was very young, about sixteen or seventeen years old. Her milky hair was dignified behind her head, and her youthful face made Guman feel that he was no longer young.

"Are you new here?"

The prosecutor was not a noble, so he naturally could not afford to hire housekeepers or groups of servants. There was only one maid in Guman's house, but it was a woman in her thirties, not the young girl in front of her.

The girl nodded and said, "Ms. Willy is ill. The hostess gave her a few days' rest and I will take her place for the time being."

"I see. You can go out." Gu Man waved his hand.

When she put on her bathrobe, the young maid's figure lingered in Guman's mind. Such a young body was simply a ball of flame, Guman moaned in his mind.

He walked out in his bathrobe and went to the study. The temperature of the room was moderate, and there was already a cup of hot coffee floating on the table. Guman secretly praised that this maid was much smarter than Villy in her work.

I wonder if she's stronger than Willie in bed? Guman thought and sat down at his desk. His job was not as simple as that of a prosecutor on the surface. He was also a middleman, a role that conveyed certain orders on behalf of the big shots above him. Just like not long ago, the armed forces that an adult had painstakingly cultivated on the surface were secretly attacked. When Gu Man received the news, due to the lack of time, he didn't have time to inform his superiors, so he could only immediately send the news to the surface.

It was a pity that the armed forces were still brought over. The one who took out this army was another big shot that no one could afford to offend, so Guman's superiors could only endure it silently and vent their anger on the prosecutor.

Recalling the cold recollection he had received at the banquet, Guman couldn't help but tighten his bathrobe. Perhaps he had to write a confidential letter to his boss. After all, it was not his fault this time.

The light pulled Guman's shadow on the ground for a long time. Guman did not notice that his shadow on the ground suddenly twisted.