He bent over tremblingly, unable to tell whether he was crawling or walking with his body low, and walked towards Anya holding a big stone in his hand.
"I didn't see it...I didn't see anything that day! Why don't you believe me!"
As if he was going crazy, the tramp suddenly took a step forward. The stone in his hand was raised high and pointed at Anya's head. Anya didn't have time to stand up before she drew her sword directly at the tramp and turned upside down to say defensive status.
The homeless man screamed loudly when he saw the cold light coming out of its sheath. "Don't kill me! God is merciful, you have found the wrong person!" He threw the stone to the side and rolled and crawled into the dark alley. The screams became farther and farther away until they were completely inaudible.
Anya, who was confused, got up and twisted the water in her sleeves. She didn't understand what happened in this city. The girl looked at the direction where the homeless man disappeared in confusion and shook her head. It was still Cesare's business at the moment. More critical.
Some of the old wounds on her body had burst open in the fright just now. It hurt, but it did not affect her running. Anya ran towards the school again.
Although the city has become weird, the College of San Carlo seems to be still operating normally. The lights dimly lighting up inside the college are no different from how they were in memory.
Carl flow at the same moment.
Cesare rode his horse and galloped all the way without stopping for a moment.
It was already late at night when we returned to Kalliu.
Carlius seemed much more deserted than usual, Cesare felt as if he had entered a strange city, and Henry's grocery store had become a pile of ruins. A police cordon was also set up in the old city, as if there had been a large-scale war here.
Only the College of San Carlo in the whole city seemed to be still functioning normally, but Cesare did not return to the College of San Carlo. Instead, he crossed the cordon and rushed to the alcoholic priest's cabin as soon as possible.
The old city is completely different from what it was before Cesare left. The only thing that remains the same as that time may be the gray tone here. The old buildings that used to be twisted and twisted have now been turned into ruins. It seems that It has experienced a large-scale magic bombing.
The former beggars and unemployed workers have disappeared, and the bloodstains on the roadside and walls seem to tell the story of what has happened here.
After going around in circles, Cesare finally found the priest's hut among a pile of collapsed, half-collapsed, and about to collapse houses, standing in front of a dilapidated wooden door.
There was still the simple cross sign on the door, and the house was no different from before he left. He freed up a hand to knock the wooden door lightly, but there was still no response from the door.
Just when Cesare was looking for something to knock the door open, the door suddenly opened slowly.
"What are you doing, rebelling?" The alcoholic priest still looked drunk.
"Ah...Father...well...my sister..." Cesare was slightly stunned by the sudden roar from the priest.
"Your sister is fine, don't worry." The priest said and closed the door.
Cesare quickly stepped forward and held the door frame with his hand, "Father, can I see my sister?"
"Well... forget it, come in and talk." After thinking for a moment, the priest opened the door and let Cesare enter the room.
"Your sister is not here now..." The priest said as he habitually walked to the cabinet and picked up the wine jug, but this time there was no wine in the wine jug.
"Father Istvan... where is my sister? Did you send her back to the family?" Cesare finally remembered the name of the priest while being anxious.
"No, your sister... Anyway, I just want to tell you that your sister is fine, but if you want to see her again, you need to go back to school first."
"Go back to...school?" Cesare was a little confused. He ran all the way back and was severely exhausted both mentally and physically.
He felt that his mind was a little confused, and he really didn't know if there was something wrong with his understanding, or if what the priest said was really difficult to understand.
Is it possible? My sister has recovered on her own and returned to school?
"Don't you understand everything that has happened recently?" The priest saw that his wine bottle was finally empty. He sighed, put down the wine bottle, walked back to the table and sat down.
"It's not that I don't understand. There are indeed many things that are too coincidental." The recent events have happened one after another, leaving Cesare no room to breathe.
"Do you know who your father is?" The priest's mind jumped so fast that Cesare could not keep up.
"my father?"
"Do you know your mother well enough?"
Cesare hesitated and shook his head. "I have no idea."
"Then do you want to know?" The priest poured the remaining wine into the glass and pushed it in front of Cesare.
Cesare didn't hesitate, picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
"I want to know, Father." Cesare's eyes became determined.
"Put on this coat and follow me." The priest picked up the two sets of coats at hand and threw the smaller one to Cesare. It seemed that he had already anticipated Cesare's arrival. Decide.
The two walked for a long time, and then Cesare realized that this road was the way to school. "Father Istvan, you said that if I want to see my sister, I need to go back to school first?"
"Do you remember the dean of your school?" The priest looked at Cesare with interest.
"I remember seeing him from a distance during the opening speech..." Cesare didn't know why the priest mentioned the dean.
"So you don't know either..." The priest smiled. "As soon as we see him, you know everything."
Cesare said no more, lowering his head and thinking about the meaning of what the priest just said.
As the two chatted, the school gate appeared in front of them.
As soon as he entered the school, Sandino rushed over, "Che...che...Cesare, you...you..."
Cesare stood in front of him and waited for him to catch his breath. After waiting for a full minute, Sandino was still panting heavily.
Cesare shook his head helplessly, "What's going on? Don't worry and tell me slowly."
"Anya, Anya was taken away..."
Cesare was shocked. How could he openly take away a child from a count's family in school? "Do you know who took Anya away?"
Sandino nodded hesitantly and thought for a moment, "It seems like it should be someone from his family..."
Speaking of this, Cesare stopped talking. If it were anyone else, Cesare would still be qualified to stand up and stop the person who wanted to take Anya away, but if it were Anya's family... Compared to them, he would be more qualified. Like an outsider...
