"Hahaha...how wonderful..."
The friendships of youth are the purest and most beautiful, just like today's sunshine, warm and drowsy on your skin.
In the small courtyard behind the prayer hall of the church, Daniel Lauren, as usual, sat on a small stool leaning against the tall column, basking in the sun with his eyes closed... His still sharp ears clearly caught the conversation of the people around, and he seemed to momentarily return to those passionate youthful days filled with dreams, with a scripture in one hand and a sword in the other.
Except, the scripture was the Bible, the sword a Western sword, and the person... was no longer who he once was—now old and unable to grip the sword or recite the scriptures, only murmuring, "May the Lord grant mercy," to take him to heaven soon.
So he could conclude his unremarkable life....
"You should advise them." A fragrant breeze drifted from a corner of the corridor.
Veiled in light gauze, a young woman emerged, wearing a wide-brimmed hat as black as ink, and walked gracefully over... mimicking the old clergyman as she leaned against a column and gazed at the shining sun, she said lightly: "Those kids are far too stubborn; someday they'll pay for it."
However, on Meteor Street... paying for it means... death!
"They can't be taught...." The crow's feet at the corners of Daniel Lauren's eyes were like deep ravines, weathered and forged by time, enjoying the beautiful sunshine. He smiled and said, "Humans are born with a kind of depravity...."
"If you tell him voluntarily, he won't listen, only...."
"Only when something happens, will they understand."
"I investigated the other party's background." Lianzi agreed.
The old clergyman's eyelids twitched slightly,
Lianzi frowned beautifully: "In the end, there was no result. The other side seemed to appear out of nowhere, no background, no origin, only known to worship the sun, and brought along a follower named Haseki Dorou, who indeed has some history."
The woman touched her chin and spoke to herself: "It's said this Haseki Dorou used to fight in Heavens Arena and one day suddenly vanished, with no one knowing his whereabouts afterward. Now it seems... he was converted....."
"Hahaha..."
"No history is the greatest history." Daniel Lauren leaned against the marble column, slightly lifted his chin to look at the sun, and as he opened his eyes, the sunlight was so intense that he squinted again. Then he murmured: "The sun is great... under the sun, there is no place for darkness....."
"Similarly,
darkness will not accommodate it...."
Lianzi remained silent,
The old clergyman's eyes were as sharp as a torch, and his words seemed prophetic... since Roy brought Haseki Dorou to 4th Street, the master and servant had not killed anyone, not even those with malicious intent, who were merely taught a simple lesson and driven away, but....
4th Street has never been a good place—wasn't in the past, isn't now, and never will be... this investigation in the past few days....
Lianzi found quite a few people, covert but apparent, keeping their eyes on 4th Street, watching that pale church, monitoring the priest named "Taiyi" and his follower, Haseki Dorou, with a predatory gaze!
Among them were members of the Council of Elders, individuals from certain forces, and even... those headaches like... the drug abuser!
Lianzi suddenly recalled those ghastly green eyes, and beneath the other's calm facade lay suppressed distortion and darkness, causing her heartbeat to race uncontrollably....
At this moment, Daniel Lauren smiled and said, "If you are truly worried, why not go and see...."
Lianzi snorted coldly and turned to leave: "Lord Bishop, don't forget, I'm a funeral director; the more people die, the happier I am,"
She asserted: "Don't get me wrong, I'm going... to collect their corpses."
With these words, before Daniel Lauren's chuckle could fade, she lifted her skirt and disappeared like the wind from the courtyard....
Only the old clergyman remained, enjoying the sun in solitude, mumbling to himself... yes... yes.....
After a while, his head drooped, a bubble formed at the tip of his nose, and he fell into a doze.....
....
4th Street, West District, Meteor Street.
The porridge stall opened daily, with one piece of bread each... with the help of a cook, and a few carefully selected young stewards sent over by Roy to maintain order.
Haseki Dorou accompanied Roy, cleaning both inside and out, weeding, mopping, and taking inventory of the materials needed for the church's restoration, such as "stone," "timber," "paint," etc. The young man with beautiful silver hair was as swift as the wind, working diligently and resembling Roy in his style.
"Thank you for your hard work." This was the young master's praise for him.
Loyal dedication, dealing with Roy... this was Haseki Dorou's self-expectation.
He carried a hoe like a sword, maintaining the "Breathing Technique" continuously, each precise swing carving out a clod of earth. Immersed in his focus, he carefully felt his constitution and sense being steadily propelled forward by the "Breathing Technique," relentless energy emerging from within until a disturbance from the porridge stall made him frown, pause his actions, and exhale lightly.
"It seems someone is causing trouble again!"
"The young master is kind and doesn't hold grudges against you, but one by one, you fail to appreciate it...."
Then don't blame him for being ruthless, as he was looking for an outlet for his pent-up strength!
The young man snorted coldly, carrying his hoe slowly, arriving at the porridge stall, seeing two men and a woman, along with Kuroro, Sharunaaku Ryuusei, and Pakunoda, confronting the stewards responsible for distributing porridge and maintaining order, and even... the burly, bear-like savage at the head, bare-chested, with only a pelt around his waist, grinning as he exchanged punches with the steward Mashiki, a friend met at the steward's villa.