It's a new night again, the blood moon is shining, everything is silent. The animals all hid in their nests early and greeted the moonlight in the sky with soft snores, while the hungry gray wolves in the forest stared with copper-bell-like eyes, looking for their midnight snack, or maybe... The undead creatures awakened from the underground, bathed in the moonlight in the wilderness, intoxicated with the joy of rebirth.
Originally, at this time, the City of Alexandria should have already opened its gates, and the soldiers on vigil should also be lazily patrolling the streets. However, the arrival of the Archangel Michael made the City of Alexandria destined to be sleepless tonight.
The streets and alleys are lined with roads, and every house is brightly lit. Devout believers are walking on the road, greeting each other, and their faces can't help but be filled with infinite pride and satisfaction. Shops of all sizes on the street choose to stay open all night, especially the sculpture shops that not many people visit on weekdays. They are almost overcrowded tonight. People go crazy and stuff money into the arms of the sculpture shop owner, and then take away the sculptures that are still there. Angel statue hanging with spider web.
In addition to the regular mercenaries in the tavern, ordinary people also crowded into the tavern in small groups, drinking ale and talking loudly about the bright future of the Pelada Empire. Those mercenaries who came back late due to hunting gently opened the door of the tavern. Uncharacteristically, they did not compete with ordinary people for seats. They chose to sit on the floor in a corner and frequently used honorifics that they had never used before. , the good-tempered ones don't look like mercenaries licking blood from their swords, but more like a group of farmers carrying machetes on their backs.
All these changes in the city are due to the arrival of the supreme strongman, the Archangel Michael!
Just this morning, after all the citizens were illuminated by the radiance of the Archangel Michael, the city lord Alexander III quickly issued a circular announcing to the whole city that in order to welcome the return of His Highness Rex and the Archangel Michael, Tonight, the city of Alexandria has lifted its curfew and summoned all the people in the city to sing and dance to perform for everyone in the city hall.
Tongwen is like flying snow, spreading all over the streets and alleys of the city! Not long after, everyone from country women to noble ladies enthusiastically signed up in order to quickly witness the appearance of the legendary angel. The entire deputy hall of the city hall was surrounded by these crazy females, so much so that The soldiers under Alexander III could not resist these women who usually looked weak and weak. It was not until Arthur's crusaders and monks participated in maintaining law and order that the situation was finally under control.
Apart from this ridiculous incident, the reception dedicated to the Archangel Michael was generally a good time for the guests. Plenty of food, sweet wine, and the first singing and dancing event to enjoy after decades of absence - although due to limited preparation time, the performers were of varying levels, but for Archangel Michael, these performances were The rich cultural background, interesting souls, and diverse thoughts behind them are the fundamental reasons why the angels missed the human world back then!
Before I knew it, the night was already dark.
In the city hall, in the stands, everyone gathered around Michael like stars in the moonlight, feasting on their nerves. Under the stands, the two bards looked nervous, but their performances were smooth:
Bard A: "By the God of Light, my old man, don't you think the empire is getting safer and safer now, and everyone is living a peaceful and safe life?"
Bard B: "The God of Light is above, of course. Under the light of the Pope and the Angel, there is no reason to be unsafe!"
Bard A: "Yes, we ordinary people's lives are stable, but some ghosts' lives are unlucky!"
Bard B: "Don't beat around the bush, which unlucky guy do you want to punish this time?"
Bard A: "Hey, what I want to talk about this time is about three unlucky vampires!"
Bard B: "Tell me, what happened to these three vampires?"
Bard A: "It is said that the security of the empire is getting better and better now. Those vampires can't find a target to attack at all. They are all hungry and thin, but they often pass by the room of an old vampire. It's very strange. This old vampire I don’t usually go out, but I keep myself fat and healthy, and I often pick my teeth with a toothpick!”
"Then the two young people found an opportunity to ask the older generation for advice; 'Old man, you see we are running around here and there every day, but we always don't have enough to eat, but you can make us fat and fat without going out. Yes, how did you do it?" the old vampire said; "Humph, would I still be so stupid to you? I just need to go to the human woman's bathroom in the middle of the night, pick up some black tea bags and brew them. alright!'"
Michael, who turned into a humanoid size, took a sip of the wine at hand, with a knowing smile on his lips. After seeing his smile, everyone began to laugh in unison, and the venue burst into laughter.
Of course, Michael could feel the fear and submissive attitude of the humans in the audience, but he did not intend to find fault with anything. As long as the words did not slander the faith of the God of Light, he was also willing to enjoy the fun of human beings' vulgar jokes.
Moreover, the vampire who was highly regarded by the Elf King was not present, which made him feel inexplicably much more comfortable.
After shaking the cup of Qiongyao Jade Dew, Michael couldn't help but feel a little tipsy on his face.
It is naturally impossible for ordinary wine to make the archangel drunk, but the holy wine brought by Joan of Arc was the wine given to humans by the angels decades ago when the heavens were still connected to the human world. This is a gift from heaven, and it is also the wine that angels usually drink themselves.
Although the wine given to humans is definitely not the best wine in heaven, for Archangel Michael, who has not drank alcohol for many years, nothing touches his inner nerves more than this familiar taste.
"Gabriel, Raphael, Lucifer, you bastards didn't come to save me, why don't I go back to heaven and pluck out your hair!" Michael muttered, then seemed to remember something, and laughed at himself He smiled louder and louder. Finally, he looked at the stars in the sky, then raised his left hand and drank the wine in the cup!
"Lord Michael, let me add some wine for you!"
The attendant standing next to Michael very smartly stepped forward to add wine to Michael. His true identity was Lambert, the eldest son of Alexander III. Although he was smart and clever, he was usually a bit of a family man. .
In ordinary life, Lambert always claimed to be a descendant of the founding general Alexander. He was so arrogant that he looked down on other people, especially the servants at home. However, he never thought that one day, he would I feel so honored to be wearing the uniform of an attendant!
Just when the young man was about to add wine to Michael, a pair of flawless white and slender hands grabbed the wine bottle in his hand from bottom to top.
"God of Light, Lord Michael, you have drunk too much, please stop drinking!"
The one holding the wine pot was Joan of Arc who was sitting next to Michael. She chose to ignore Lambert's crazy hints and continued to insist that Michael stop drinking.
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