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Chapter 1009 363. Nobles and Priests (2, 4k)

Author: Cut the wallpaper with a knife

Chapter 1009 363. Nobles and Priests (2, 4k)

Asazar squeezed through the crowd - he didn't know who came up with this description first, but he had to admit that the person who first used the tide to describe the crowd must be a genius.

It was so vivid. He squeezed into the tide, like an off-white reef. The tide made his walking very difficult. In this case, walking even became a painful torture. His robe dragged to

On the ground, he even had to lead them while walking in order not to be stepped on.

Moreover, in addition to these, he also had to deal with some other problems. For example, right now, the pastor reached out with difficulty and pushed away the two men standing in front of him.

They were arguing with each other over the food that had just been distributed. They both wanted more, and the two men had their eyes on each other. They paid no attention to the priest's pushing, but continued to talk dirty to each other after he left.

Obscene language.

Asazar is not in the mood to worry about so much now. He just wants to rush to the front as soon as possible. Time is running out, and he must hurry up.

He walked with difficulty on the deck filled with refugees. Every corner here was occupied by displaced people. Some were lucky enough to still have their families, while others were groaning in pain, and the bandages on their bodies were even

Still bleeding.

Such an environment is certainly not good for them, but it is the limit of what this ship can provide.

To be precise, this is the limit of the ship after accepting the sixth wave of refugees. Rather than belittling such an environment, Asazar prefers to be surprised and figure out the thoughts of the captain of the ship. However, until now,

He hasn't been able to see him yet.

He didn't even know if the ship had a captain - the command could have been anyone, a naval officer or the head of the Astra Militarum, or perhaps a few Astartes later.

Who can say for sure? The priest had carefully observed the ship in a vacuum before being picked up aboard. Its appearance was shockingly old, as if it had not received any maintenance since it was manufactured.

It's incredible that even stingy captains know how to maintain their ships.

With a sigh, the priest threw these thoughts out of his mind. Now was not the time to think about them. He wanted to quickly meet up with the noble and discuss countermeasures. They made a promise to each other to protect those other people.

Although this oath may seem a bit redundant now, an oath is an oath, and it will not cease to exist because of your hesitation.

The stench penetrated into his nostrils, forcing him to cover his mouth and nose - in a place crowded with refugees, the environment is naturally not good. Water has become a very precious thing, and cleaning the body has naturally become a luxury.

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However, what was more unbearable for the pastor than the filth and filth of the environment was the desperate atmosphere.

He couldn't see any hope in the crowd. Everyone's face had a kind of numbness. No matter they were men or women, old people or children.

The soldiers have been regrouped, and other "status" people have also left here. Only the refugees are still here.

Some people would look at him as he passed by, looking at the emblem of the state religion on his clothes. There was something special in their eyes, like shrinking, or a mixture of expectation. This kind of look made Asazar

Very upset.

For no reason, he thought of that real dream again.

The pastor moved his right hand in silence. The pastor's robe was wide enough for him to cover up some things. There was even an inner pocket for them to put some things. He touched the inner pocket with his right hand, a metal, ridged one.

The horny thing touched his finger. Through the fabric, it gave back a warm touch.

The man who came up with the design was promoted and then branded a traitor in a religious battle.

In short, this is what happened. Asazar did not know his name, but enjoyed the benefits he brought. Just like he did not know the name of the god, but also enjoyed his protection and gifts.

The pastor gave a wry smile and wanted to move on, but was blocked.

A man who could not be considered tall walked out of the crowd and stood in front of him. He was bald and wearing a tattered jacket. The sleeve of his left hand was completely missing, revealing large tattoos on his inner arm.

He looked very haggard, but despite this, the viciousness brought about by the lifestyle in his face could not be concealed. Asazar didn't even need to think about it to know the identity of this man - a gangster.

"What are you doing?" Asazar asked cautiously.

The man didn't speak for the first time. He just looked him up and down, and then showed a friendly smile - the yellow-brown crooked teeth made his smile look disgusting, but the caution contained in it was...

Made Asazar realize something.

"You are a respected pastor, aren't you?" he said as respectfully as possible.

This person was very inexperienced in doing this, and he didn't even know how to bend down. A good posture can achieve better results in this kind of conversation. Thinking of this, Asazar couldn't help but feel a little curious.

He nodded: "Yes."

The man breathed a sigh of relief as if relieved: "That's good, that's good. Can I ask you a favor?"

Out of curiosity, Asazar agreed to his request. The deeper reason was naturally because of the tattoos on the man's arms. Gangsters were at home in an environment full of refugees.

Moreover, there were no guards here. He didn't want to think about the conflict. Although he was confident of dealing with the gangster, there was a vague voice in the pastor's heart that made him agree.

After a few seconds, Asazar nodded.

After getting permission, the man immediately took him to the other side of the crowd. Next to a tent made of rags and some metal rods, stood several other people with equally fierce faces, both men and women.

Both have large tattoos on their left hands.

The gang is from the hive?

The pastor didn't say more. He could get the answer he wanted without opening his mouth. After all, the man who brought him here had already turned his head. He held his hands cautiously. They had thick joints and rough surfaces, which were obvious.

Frequently hits others or holds weapons.

Yes, it couldn't be more obvious. If Hive City gangsters want to survive, they must exploit others, and beating is a pretty good way to do that.

".In that tent, there lies a child, Pastor."

As the man spoke, he blinked very quickly, obviously because of excessive nervousness. He opened his mouth, and his throat rolled for a moment before he continued to speak.

"She was rescued by us on the way to escape. Her parents are dead, and she has been suffering from high fever. We can't get medicine, pastor, so we want to ask you to do a deathbed confession for her."

A burst of absurdity arose in Asazar's heart - he heard a vicious Hive City gang request him to perform deathbed confession for a child who was not even related to them.

What's wrong with this world?

".I can do it." Asazar replied in a low voice. "But I have a question, sir, why do you do this thing that is superfluous to you?"

The man muttered, as if he was a little uneasy about the pastor's question. He waved his hand and answered vaguely: "No reason, sir. There is no reason."

Asazar stared at him for a long time, and finally chose to bend down and enter the tent. At this moment, a strong pain surged through his body like an electric shock.

The pastor opened his mouth wordlessly. He took a deep breath of the unpleasant air in the tent and exhaled it heavily. After repeating this cycle three times, he finally got out of the pain.

He held the prismatic object in the inner pocket of his right sleeve in surprise, and after a few seconds he bent down and came to the simple bed. The tent was so small that he even felt a little uncomfortable.

Feeling difficult to breathe.

He looked above the bed - a pale-faced girl who was breathing rapidly came into his sight. Her forehead was covered with sweat, and her brows were knitted together in pain.

high fever

Asazar silently put the back of his left hand against her forehead. The warmth made him know that the gangster who invited him over was not lying. The pastor pursed his lips, held the child's right hand, and called softly.

Half a minute later, she reluctantly opened her eyes. Asazar's own face was reflected in her maroon pupils, but it was not clear. Her eyes were scattered and seemed to have no focus.

"who is it?"

The child asked softly, her voice weak, but not panicked, as if she already understood her situation. Asazar gently shook his left hand so that she could feel him.

He said, "I'm a preacher, kid."

"Priest?"

"Yes, Shepherd of the Emperor, I come for you, child."

"The Emperor saved me, Mr. Chaplain."

The child whispered, her voice was very hoarse, and every time she spoke half a sentence, she would take a while to stop and breathe hard, which even became a kind of torture. Every time she took a deep breath, Assazar

Everyone can hear a sound similar to that of a broken bellows being pulled, and exhaling will cause a sharp neighing sound.

He clenched his left hand tightly so that the young hand could be completely wrapped.

".Yes, He saved you. The Emperor protects us all."

"So, does He also bless my father and mother?" the child gasped and asked.

Asazar was silent again for a while, and then he spoke: "What do your parents do?"

"They are workers in the factory, Mr. Pastor, I miss them so much." The child said softly, as if he was whispering. "I haven't seen them for a long time. Those tall people and those fires."

Her voice began to grow deeper and deeper, and the young body tortured by fatigue and illness could not even communicate for a long time. Asazar held her hand, not even knowing how to proceed with this deathbed confession.

Want to pray for her?

But I don't believe in gods.

The scene in the main hall flashed before the pastor's eyes again, including the religious reliefs, the floor tiles engraved with the name of the victim, and his eyes.

A subtle golden light flashed through his eyes, and Asazar lowered his head and began to pray, but it was not for himself. He saw a god with his own eyes, so maybe He could protect this young soul?

In the dark, he seemed to hear a reply.

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"Why hasn't he come yet?"

Ernesto thought anxiously that he was one of the previous two thousand two hundred and thirty-one nobles. Although the agreement with the priest was difficult to fulfill, he had to give it a try.

Although the Ernesto family is a family that has declined to the point where it can only enjoy ruling power in the border areas, but even so, they are still nobles.

At this moment, Ernesto Tallinn - as the last member of the Ernesto family, he must maintain this last glory.

What's more, now is a unique opportunity.

Three hours ago, he received news that the actual owner of the ship wanted to meet with them, the 'miracle-experiencers', one by one. Many surviving scholars or officers had returned from the meeting, with faces on their faces.

They all have the same sense of restlessness.

This gave him some speculation. I'm afraid the person who wanted to meet with them was a big shot. And this was obviously an opportunity for those more than two thousand people to avoid becoming slaves or miners later.

Although he didn't know how to discuss this matter.

The young and haggard nobleman sighed and walked anxiously around the room. After his and the priest's identities were verified, they were given a small common room.

The space is narrow, but in this case it is considered a special treatment.

The anxious pacing continued for a while, and at this moment, there was finally a knocking sound outside the door. He immediately went to open it, and the priest who appeared behind the door nodded to him with a serious face. For some reason, Ai

But Ernesto saw in his seriousness a deep sadness hidden in his face.

He didn't ask.

"You're finally here, Pastor Asazar! Are they okay?"

He was referring to the two thousand two hundred people - it was for them that Asazar left. The pastor hoped that they could all receive food, so he chose to visit.

"I'm sorry that I'm late, Mr. Ernesto. I was delayed for a while on the road." Asazar nodded apologetically, walked into the room, and made a gesture. "How's it going? It's our turn.

?"

"Soon, soon."

The young nobleman waved his hand, and his attention was obviously now focused on another aspect: "The interview time is usually within an hour, but how should we communicate with that adult?"

There was an obvious tension on his face.

"We don't know his identity, we don't know his character, we don't even know his political leanings - how do we fulfill our oath?"

Facing his question, Asazar was in a daze for a moment, and touched the things in his inner pocket with his right hand.

".I don't have an answer either, Mr. Ernesto. I'm afraid we can only try our best."

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