Chapter 1535: Confession

This Gerdo cathedral had just been renovated not long ago, and it was donated by the big businessman Gerdo in the city, so the church changed to his name, which made Mr. Gerdo overjoyed. After the church was renovated, another batch of supplies was donated, and in the name of the church, carts of supplies were sent to poor areas. Now the area of ​​the renovated church has been expanded by one-third compared to before, and a building was built in the extra area for priest priests to live in. Miro and Vera each had their own three-story small building. It's just that the two of them don't live here often, and the church has a special person to clean their room every day. During this period of time, after the war in the imperial capital ended, the priest and Vera returned to Ark Port and lived in it. Miro was very satisfied with his new residence. You must know that he lived in a dilapidated house next to the church in that dilapidated town on Earth. Now he has his own building, and the priest is satisfied.

During the stay in Ark Harbor, people could see the priest smiling every day, and he even raised a dog, leading a relaxed and fulfilling life. Every night the priest would go to bed early, this unshakable habit seemed to be broken tonight.

Seeing the priest walking into the church, the nuns who had just finished praying could see the heavy feeling on the priest's body, which made him no longer smile, and his expression was serious. The nuns almost thought they had misunderstood someone, this kind of deepness and seriousness could appear in anyone, but it was a bit out of place in Father Miro.

One of the older nuns stepped forward and said softly, "Father, is there anything I can help you with?"

Milo smiled slightly, and the smile seemed a bit forced: "Thank you, child. I don't need help. If I need it, I won't be polite. It's getting late, you should go back and rest."

"Then you?"

"I want to talk to my father in heaven, maybe he can give me some guidance." Milo looked up at the statue behind the pulpit, and made a sign of the cross.

The nuns glanced at each other, then nodded and left silently. When they were about to close the door for the priest, Milo shook his head and said, "You don't need to close the door, there should be a guest coming later."

The nuns were all wondering who else would come to the church at this time. It was strange, but no one said much, so they left with the door half-closed.

Miro looked at the statue of God and said, "If you really exist, then please tell me, can this war come to an end in this era?"

Of course the statue of God did not respond, so the church was very quiet. Milo looked a little haggard. He found a chair and sat down, sighing softly. Then his expression changed, and he said in a deep voice, "It's very late, if you're here to pray, please come back tomorrow."

"But I have something difficult to solve in my heart. I want to pray to the gods now, hoping to get some enlightenment." A woman's voice came from the gate.

Milo turned his head and saw two figures standing outside the door. Although they both covered their bodies with cloaks, it was not difficult to tell from their figures that they were both women. One tall, one petite. It was the petite one who spoke, and even in the middle of the night, they were still wearing hats. The brim of the hat came to the tip of the nose and covered most of his face, making it impossible to see his features clearly. The petite woman had already entered the church and went straight to the pulpit.

The priest said: "At least you should take off your hat to show respect to the gods."

"If there is a god, it doesn't matter whether he takes off his hat or not, anyway, he can always see clearly, can't he?"

Milo didn't insist anymore, shrugging his shoulders.

The woman knelt down, crossed her hands and prayed. Standing up after a while, Milo asked, "How's it going, did you get a little enlightenment?"

"No."

"That's probably because you're not pious enough, come back tomorrow."

"But I can't wait, Father, and I want to confess."

Miro said: "Come back tomorrow, there is no priest to listen to your confession now."

"Aren't you?"

Milo plucked his ears, and said flatly, "I don't guarantee that I can give you useful advice."

"It's okay to listen.

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Milo stood up and said, "Then come with me."

The confession room was very quiet late at night, Milo lit the lights, walked into one of the confessional booths and sat down. The woman walked to the confession booth, and Milo said inside, "Let's begin."

The woman knelt down and said, "Father, I am guilty."

"Everyone in the world is guilty. If you sincerely repent, the merciful Heavenly Father will forgive you, child." Milo said blankly, "Tell me what crime you have committed."

"I killed my dearest relative." The woman said softly.

Milo raised his eyebrows: "This crime is a bit serious, can you tell me why you did this?

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"I don't want to, Father. But if I don't kill him, I will be killed by him. This is the fate between us, and it is an inextricable knot."

"Son, you have to believe that there is no knot in this world that cannot be untied, only those who refuse to work hard to untangle it."

The woman sighed softly: "If you understood my situation, you wouldn't say that, Father. I killed a close relative, and now another close relative is hunting me down. I don't know what to do, I All I know is that I don’t want to die.”

"I want to live, Father, do you have any good advice?"

Milo narrowed his eyes and said, "Maybe you can go out and hide for a while."

"You can hide for a while, but you can't hide for a lifetime." The woman said: "And the power of fate is amazing. I always feel that no matter where we hide, the two of us will meet in the end, and then we will end up forever."

"Either I die, or he dies."

"You know, kid. When you think this way, it's already destined to be a difficult knot to untie. Why don't you think about it from another angle, for example, you can sit down with him and have a good talk. No matter what , there will always be a solution.”

The woman's voice was a little helpless: "But I calculated him once before, and I don't think he will forgive me, nor will he sit down with me and talk."

"Then you have to take the initiative to do something to ask him to forgive, let him see your sincerity, and impress him, child."

"Can it really be done, Father?"

Milo said in the confessional: "Yes, as long as you have kind thoughts in your heart, everything can be changed."

"Okay, I'll try." The woman outside the confessional stood up and said, "Thank you for everything, Father."

She left, but Milo was in no hurry to come out of the confessional. His expression was heavy, and he was not at all relieved after enlightening the disciples. Suddenly he laughed self-deprecatingly, then pushed open the door and walked out. Walking out of the church door, the two women left, Milo turned along the stone path to his own residence, a few dogs barked in front of him, and Miro stopped. Looking up, under the street lamp, Vera was walking with his dog. Seeing Milo, the two-year-old broke free from Vera and came running happily. Milo squatted down to hug it, and the puppy rubbed hard against the priest's face.

"I went to look for you but found you weren't there, so I brought Peter out, Father, are you okay?" Vera asked softly.

Milo rubbed his chin and said, "Maybe I have written all my thoughts on my face, otherwise why would everyone ask me if I'm okay and if I need help?"

"You really don't look very energetic."

"Don't worry, I'm fine. It's just that I'm getting old, and occasionally I have some sentimental emotions."

Wei La didn't believe his nonsense, but if the priest didn't say it, she also knew not to ask. Changing the subject, she said, "I see the lights in the church were still on just now."

"Well, two women came here just now. One was very troubled and asked me to confess."

"There are still people coming to confess at such a late hour."

The two chatted one after another, and when they came to the priest's building, Milo asked, "What do you want from me?"

"I wanted to talk to you about the Beidu Diocese, but it's late now, let's find a time to study it tomorrow."

Milo said absent-mindedly, "Alright, I'm tired too, so bye?"

"Good night, Father."

Milo led the dog towards the gate, Vera thought for a while, and seemed to have made a decision, an engraving gradually floated on the back of her hand. Suddenly Milo stopped, the priest turned his head and smiled wryly, "I'm really fine, Vera. So, please don't use your ability on me."

"I'm sorry." Vera left with a guilty conscience like a child who did something wrong. After walking a few steps, she suddenly thought, how did Milo find out?

The night was getting darker and darker.

On the dock of the Ark Harbor, a night watchman walked around the dock with a light on. The light shone on the boats moored at the dock. As the waves rose and fell, the boat cast an undulating shadow on the dock. The night watchman yawned, tightened his collar and walked back to the duty room. After taking a sip of strong wine to warm up, he got into the warm bed, and after a while, even breathing sounded.

If he stayed longer, he would find that the dark sea in the distance was brighter at some point. Very faint, but very unusual for a light to appear on the surface of the sea in the middle of the night. The wind is calm tonight, and the sound of the waves lapping on the shore is peaceful. But a few dozen nautical miles away from the Ark Port, fog quietly surged up. At this time, it is basically impossible to fog up on the sea, but the fog is getting thicker and thicker, making everything on the sea surface blurred. On the originally calm sea, a buoy floating on the sea suddenly shook its light. A moment later, a black shadow passed near the buoy, and the sea water surged up and down, causing the buoy to heave up and down.

Passing by the buoy was a ship wrapped in iron skin, with sharp steel thorns protruding from both sides, looking like a terrible sea beast. There is a pattern of a dragon painted with paint on the hull, which is very different from the dragon pattern commonly seen in the Balegon Empire. This dragon is very slender, with four claws stepping on the clouds and antlers on its first head. If you are a businessman who often travels between the two sides of the ocean, you will know that this is an oriental dragon. Only a human empire on the east side of the ocean will use such a dragon as a totem and symbol.

The iron-clad boat depicting the Dongfang dragon rumbled forward, but the sound of the turbulent water was isolated in the dense fog. Outside the fog, no abnormal noise could be heard at all, and just like that, the thick fog rolled towards the Ark Harbor.

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