The sacred right side of a certain comic

"My brother once assassinated the Tsar, but he failed and was sent to the gallows at the age of 21. He had a great influence on me. He would rather go to the gallows than change his views to cater to the enemy's forgiveness. I saw with my own eyes that he was sentenced to death, but his ending also told me that this road will not work, and we need to find another way forward."

In a small roadside shop in St. Petersburg, a man in his thirties was wearing a neat suit and tie. He was speaking firmly to the priest opposite, as if he was praying, confessing, and more like explaining himself. The ideal of life.

The man's hair is sparse and bald, but his straight back and the enthusiasm in his words make his whole person full of vigorous motivation, radiating light like the sun like a leader.

"But I'm a little confused now. This time the movement failed again. I'm sorry, Father, I can't tell you what movement it is. If you know it, it may put you in danger, but I still want to hear what you can do. Give me advice."

The man looked melancholy, as if he had encountered ups and downs in his life and was entering the most confused stage. He longed for someone to encourage him, inspire him, and let him continue on that difficult and dangerous road. The priest just looked sad. Looking at the anxious man opposite him softly, he said softly:"……The Lord said: I came not to bring peace to the world, but to bring war into the world."

The priest's words seemed to have magical power, which gradually calmed down the irritable man opposite. The man thought for a moment and said:"……This is the holy word in the Gospel of Matthew."

Obviously, the man has also read through the Bible.

He looked thoughtful, and the eagerness and irritability on his face gradually disappeared, revealing a friendly smile:"……I seem to understand a little bit, Father, I don’t know why, but when I see you, I feel peace of mind, as if all my doubts can be answered by you, all my questions can be explained, this cup of coffee is I am the one who invited you. Thank you very much for your teaching."

The man drank down the half-cup of coffee in front of him, then took out his money and prepared to pay.

After hesitating for a moment, he took out a book from the bag he carried with him. The pages of the book were blurry. Huang is not neat and tidy, like a handwritten book

"I have nothing to thank you for. If you don't mind, I'll give you this book. It's the manuscript of a book I wrote. It's not worth much, but I think it's the most valuable thing I've ever lived in this world. prove."

The priest silently took the book handed by the man, looked at the familiar name on it, said nothing, just nodded and accepted it.

"I'm sorry, that's my pen name. As for my real name, it's not important. I may need to leave, leave my motherland. I don't know what the future will be like, and I don't know what this precarious country will face, but I am full of fighting spirit now!"

With a hurried tone, the man picked up his bag

"Maybe you need my help, if you want to leave the country, I can provide you with an easier way."

The priest suddenly spoke at this time.

The man paused and showed a happy smile to the priest."……Originally, I shouldn't trust strangers casually, that is a very dangerous behavior, but my heart is telling me that I should trust you. If you can provide me with a safe escape route, it would be really troublesome for you."

"You're welcome, comrade, this is a human decision!"

……

After sending the man away, Roy carefully put away the manuscript he sent, and then walked to the street

"The weather is getting colder and colder."

Roy looked up at the sky. Although the sun was shining warmly on him, a biting wind was gradually blowing in the air. As a country with high northern latitudes, the warm sun in this piece of permafrost is always a luxury, just like The city where he lives has an average annual temperature of only 5 degrees, and even in the hottest month of July, the average temperature is only 17 degrees. There are many pedestrians in shabby work clothes walking hurriedly on the streets, with a touch of joy on their faces. Not long ago, the Tsar promised the people that he would carry out reforms, give the people as much power and benefits as possible, and improve the labor intensity and environment of workers.

But Roy knew that this was just a way for the Tsar to delay time. Nicholas II The power in his hands is impossible to give up. He just wants to use deception to deceive the people, and then use other methods to divert domestic conflicts. The simplest method is undoubtedly-war!

"Just like that decadent dynasty in the East, top-down reforms are nothing but deception, a means used by those in power for their own power. What these two rotten countries, which are already riddled with internal holes, need is a Bottom-up change."

Roy sighed. Although he has a good relationship with Nicholas II's family, he will not be stupid enough to stand in front of the torrent of history. That is the direction of human nature. The reason why Roy He left his office and took to the streets because the ghouls in St. Petersburg have become somewhat rampant recently. Although the agents deal with the ghouls every night, they can never find the dead disciples behind the ghouls, and even There have been some reports of casualties in the city, and the legend of vampires has been in the newspapers, and the city residents are even more panicked.

This makes the agents very embarrassed, and even ashamed to see him, the patriarch, who is busy every day. After getting busy, seeing this, Roy had no choice but to personally take action to solve the vampire problem here.

Roy was originally a man who pursued his own affairs in his position. In the world of Godslayer, he perfectly displayed the pride of king and tyrant. And here he is the Orthodox Patriarch. He has the responsibility and obligation to eliminate those heretics and those persecutors of human principles.

"Hey, magician?"

Roy paused and looked towards the street. There was a young girl setting up a stall there. She looked like a child from a poor family supporting the family.

Although the girl was not wearing any accessories, the color of her clothes was also very... It was monotonous, and most people might not be able to tell, but Roy knew that the clothes were made of expensive materials and definitely not something ordinary people could afford, and the magic power flowing in the girl's blood couldn't be hidden from Roy's eyes.

He got closer and saw a girl selling sand paintings. The content of the sand paintings was very postmodern and incompatible with today's people's aesthetics. Therefore, although the sand paintings were very delicate, not many people stopped.

Of course , , Tsarist Russia is very poor now, and the people are even poorer. Most people probably won’t spend money to buy these non-daily necessities.

"How much does this painting cost?"

Roy walked up to the girl sitting on the roadside and asked in a gentle tone.

The girl sitting on the roadside like a little match girl suddenly heard someone asking her to buy a painting, and she raised her head. At first glance, when he saw that the visitor turned out to be a priest, he was immediately startled and subconsciously shrank his neck.