musicians of old

Chapter 457 The Snow Bell Is Ringing
"What kind of list is this!?"

Boles finally frowned and said, you must know that some things cannot be said and done, and some things cannot be said to be done. Everyone knows that things that have always been like this do not mean that they can be said in the open.

The commander of the No. 30 Third Army of the Yanus Crusaders of the Scorching Sun, General Lanuit, who was in charge of the southeast of San Porto and the garrison tasks of the other three counties, was also written by this priest?

"Where does this Wharton Arcadio live and what property does he have?" Fanning ignored him, and when he was thinking about it, he read the name of the fat officer again. The information is all interconnected and concealed. He has already found out some information about this person, but he has never seen the real person.

The eyes of the two met, the fat officer choked, and was about to shake his head to show that he didn't know, but Fanning just asked and answered, paused, and continued to read: "Sivarcachoa Block, NO .A nameless bar about 12 steps from Lane 150."

He tapped his footsteps again, and his figure disappeared at the end of the square in an instant, leaving only dozens of piles of flames burning on the ground.

"Boss, where are we now?" The officer named Wharton glanced at Boles with a questioning look, and then looked at the pile of firearms in the purple air wall.

"Wait for a while." Boles looked sternly, "This new priest looks surprisingly strong. If he hadn't been confronted head-on on the battlefield, suppressed by troops and artillery, in such daily occasions, we People have no power to resist, and I'm afraid driving a tank over can't deal with him."

"Wait for his holy flame to float in the air first, and see what's going on. Since we are ordered to arrest him, we should help him to the church. It's a decent place anyway, and it's not an assassination activity."

"But he caught my house." Wharton was in a hurry, but was interrupted by Boles.

"Are you stupid? This priest is obviously too lazy to get people to the church one by one, so he uses some means to subdue them, and then makes us work as coolies. Don't you understand when the time comes?"

Borth gritted his teeth and frowned deeply: "After this matter is over tonight, immediately send a telegram to Admiral Lan Newt. This man is so ignorant of the rules, why is he making a list? It's so pedantic and funny! See what it says They are so dense that they offend people everywhere before taking office, and when everyone goes to join the Pope, I am afraid he will not be able to get things done in this diocese!"

Fanning was naturally not interested in the twists and turns in the minds of the two officers.

As the goose feathers and heavy snow fluttered, his figure swept across several blocks in an instant.

Wherever they went, the homeless huddled in the huts felt that their frozen bodies were washed by a warm current like sunshine. Some people saw the flashing figures and the raging fire left behind, and prayed with tears in their eyes. In this state, I repeatedly shouted a miracle in my heart.

Finally, his figure turned into an alley, and he picked up a strange thing in his hand.

It may not be appropriate to describe it as strange, it is a normal object, but it is a bit of a far-fetched violation to appear here.

It has a piece of log used as a handle, a semi-curved dark leather belt, and six silver bells inlaid on the belt.

This is a snow bell, that is, a sleigh bell.

The alley looked dead and silent, and Fan Ning could sense the shivering breathing from the cold in various shacks, as well as the sound of scolding and yelling and soft sobbing coming from the walls of those houses.

"Bang!!"

Fanning kicked open the door of the bar, and the warm air, loud music mixed with the smell of alcohol and perfume hit his face.

It's like changing the world.

During the curfew on a winter night, the room is as warm as spring, and the strippers in cool clothes are twisting their graceful bodies wantonly under the ambiguous gas lamps. There are men laughing wantonly in the audience, and some men are panting heavily in the shadows.

The wine bottles on the table are piled up like a mountain, and the liquid accumulated on the ground, together with the discarded food, has a colorful texture.

Things like soaring prices, from the current scene, seem to be nonsense.

"Who?" The figures of several thugs shot up.

It was also accompanied by the sound of bullets being loaded in several corners.

The middle-aged man who broke through the door seemed to be unable to see his face clearly because the lights were too bright and the wind and snow brought in were too strong.

But the next moment he rang the sleigh bell in his hand.

"Cha-cha-cha——" Fanning deliberately created a rhythm that seemed to be uniform, but also implied a strange rhythm.

This is a very light and crackling sound, not as clear and crisp as a wind chime, but it carries the coolness of wanting to break away from the world.

It turned out to be an emissary. The thug who stood up relaxed a little, walked out from the sofa, walked quickly to Fan Ning, and said to the sound of rumbling music drums:
"The savior of destiny, the guide of heaven."

Fanning knew that the Lord of the Witnesses he extolled was "The Assassin of the Word."

This sentence is often used as the beginning of the prayer in the gatherings of acquaintances organized by the God's Descending Society.

Moreover, the reciter will also shake a pair of sleigh bells at the same time. The goods on the market are not ritual utensils, but it is difficult for ordinary people to control the peculiar rhythm and tone.

Although Fan Ning didn't know why, but in the past few months, he has imitated the gourd without any flaws.

Then the snow bell was ringing, and he continued to chant the second half of the sentence:
"A personification of ancient truths, a herald of change."

".We walk on the earth as if walking in heaven. We chant His name day and night, sing and dance together, and then gradually reach the sky." This sentence was read together by the two.

The thugs regarded Fan Ning as a "messenger" to recruit acquaintances and contact news, so he signaled him to follow him up to the small attic on the third floor of the bar.

"Bang." The thugs left the venue by themselves, and after the door was closed, the loud music and charming laughter could hardly be heard.

This small attic that was transformed into an office room is wrapped in expensive velvet blankets on all sides. The incense is light and long, and the fireplace is burning brightly. A burly man is sitting at the desk with a thin book open in front of him. A magazine, next to it is a small half glass of red wine.

Apart from the figures of the two bodyguards with guns in the dark, it is hard to imagine the comfortable scene in front of us, only a few walls and stairs away from the homeless people outside.

Seeing an envoy coming in, the man restrained his overly relaxed expression a bit, stood up, and waited for the other party to speak.

The other party, like the usual emissary, seemed to be wearing a veil of faint shadow stripes.

"Walton Arcadio?"

While asking, Fan Ning flipped through the list and picked up a pen from the table.

"That's my son. He's watching the night tonight. I'm Sidney." The burly man smiled, "Is there any gathering that Ms. Sylvia needs to notify recently? Or is there any business work that needs to be dispatched? "

Fanning said "Oh", and wrote "Sidney Arcadio" above the first name on the roster, and wrote "Father and Son" together with the bottom, and added "Idol Worshiper", " Smuggler's" two labels.

In a particularly rigorous manner, a question mark was placed after the label of "false witness".

Seeing that he was writing so earnestly, the burly man Sidney also picked up a notebook and pen, thinking that there would be something to record later.

After Fanning finished writing, he drew a slash slowly, like a waiter in a restaurant confirming that a dish has been served.

Then, with a punch—

It hit Sidney directly on the forehead!
(End of this chapter)