I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 265 Abandoned

This child is withdrawn by nature but loves reading. He often sits alone in a deserted corner holding a thick book and immerses himself in it.

However, at night, Lancelot had to go to bed on time, so naturally he could not continue to understand the contents of the book. He often complained that the time for reading was too short.

Therefore, he was often nowhere to be seen during meal times. Lancelot often read a few more pages in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Little Lancelot, my child, what are you looking at here?" Sister Angelia stepped forward and asked gently.

"Sister Angelia!" Lancelot happily handed the paper in his hand to the nun: "My brother gave me a letter!"

Sister Angelia took the letter and looked at the end of the letter, and indeed saw the familiar name.

Lancelot had a brother who was two years older than him. When Sister Angelia opened the door early in the morning, she found Lancelot who was still in his infancy at the door of the church and his brother standing beside him.

There were a few silver coins and paper with the children's names in the swaddling clothes. The kind nun adopted them. This church was like a home for the two brothers.

Two years ago, a family in Greenwich adopted his brother, but left Lancelot here.

From then on, Lancelot gradually became lonely and separated from the children. A girl who used to have a good relationship with him also began to alienate Lancelot. This may be the reason why he is addicted to books.

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"Sister Angelia, may I come to your room tonight?"

Lancelot raised his head and looked at the nun with longing eyes: "I want to write a reply to my brother."

"Okay." The nun nodded gently: "Little Lancelot goes to take the Holy Communion first. I will light a candle and wait for you in the evening."

Lancelot nodded excitedly and ran out jumping.

Sister Angelia looked at Lancelot's back and sighed. Although Lancelot was usually taciturn and just read a book, the nun knew that the boy was very afraid of being alone.

Although he would often share the snacks sent by his brother to everyone, he was still not popular. The orphans in this church formed small groups, but each small group did not accept him.

For this reason, Sister Angelia secretly asked one or two children why they didn't like playing with Lancelot. The children were hesitant and refused to tell the truth, but said that there was no such thing.

Finally, a young nun discovered the reason. It seemed that little Lancelot was a little too outstanding. Little Lancelot was only ten years old, but he showed a very different way of thinking from his peers. Sometimes he would ask the nuns something

Very outrageous question:

For example, why did God create the world?

Why not kill the demons that are ravaging the world?

The sharpness and cunningness of the questions would stun the nuns who had devoted themselves to theology for many years and become speechless. If he was like this when interacting with other children, then it would be understandable that he would be isolated.

"Alas." Sister Angelia put away these thoughts and raised her head to look at the sky. The dark clouds were gradually approaching like a black army.

Heavy shadows are cast on the staggered stone floor, like the scene of doomsday collapse when gods fight in mythology.

"It's going to rain."

When Sister Angelia returned to the hall, the children had finished their meal and returned to their rooms.

There was only a solitary figure sitting vaguely at the table in the darkness, with vague light coming in from the outside and elongating his young shadow, like a lonely castle standing on a cliff.

【Why is there such an illusion? 】

Sister Angelia wiped her glasses, and when she looked over there again, little Lancelot was already walking towards the sink carrying a plate.

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"Why? Why!"

"Sister Angelia, why did you drive me out?" Lancelot cried bitterly while holding the nun's thigh.

He didn't understand why he was kicked out at all.

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Greenwich, the capital of the Atlantis Empire, was now covered with dark clouds, and it seemed that a heavy rain was about to wash over the city after a long absence.

However, an invisible storm has silently swept through this town haunted by evil spirits.

The color of blood flowed under the light of neon lights.

Just in the evening, the nobles returned home as usual and had already planned which count's house they would attend the banquet tonight, fully expecting a new romantic encounter.

However, everything changed quietly: a strange man wearing a blood-red officer's coat stood like a green pine in his living room.

He gave an order to the guard at the door without any warning, and his tone was full of no doubt.

The whole Greenwich started to run like a rusty machine.

The officials had no right to refuse, because the black seraphim at the end of the document brought by the special envoy came to life: This is the official seal of the Atlantis Empire's Military Intelligence Department!

The Military Aircraft Service is an organization directly subordinate to Her Majesty the Queen and is responsible for eliminating all lunatics who pose a detrimental threat to the Empire.

Laws, human rights, and even morality do not apply in the Military Intelligence Department. The orders of the big shots are their goals, and no one cares about the means to achieve the goals.

Therefore, the Military Intelligence Office is a dark corner where the sacred light of Greenwich cannot shine, and the people who come out of this corner are also blood-red. Even in the current peaceful era, the military emblem of the Seraphim can still be seen.

Colored with blood.

The figures running on the streets of Greenwich at night all wore such military insignia, and the fleeting thunder and lightning illuminated their expressionless faces.

A storm is coming.

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Rainy night.

Lineker Harbor, heavy rain pouring down.

The strong fishermen carried ropes and fishing nets with only a few fish, and rushed into the tavern from the port. They loudly asked for a few cups of honey beer, and then sat casually in the extremely dirty tavern, curling their hands.

Holding a warm beer to keep warm.

"Boss, what's going on with that little brat?"

The fisherman's weather-beaten face was full of exhaustion. He couldn't bear to take a sip of honey beer for a long time and started chatting loudly with the tavern owner standing in front of the counter.

"Are you talking about the child in the rain?" The lame boss wiped the wine glass with a cloth that was dirtier than the glass, and responded: "That child grew up begging. He was originally raised by the nuns in the monastery in the town.

, but he fell ill every three days and was difficult to care for. In order to prevent the child from dying in front of the statue and being blamed by the gods, he threw him away."

"Begging? So rich here? Oh, it's hard for the civilians over there to survive."

"He sometimes steals and robs. When a fisherman comes ashore with a fishing net full of fish, he goes to beg for it. If he can't get it, he grabs two. He runs very fast."

"Then I have to be careful about this kid."

"This child may not survive tonight. This rain should last for a long time. No one will let a thief live in the house. He is so thin and will freeze to death sooner or later." The lame man shook his head, "After all, even God doesn't want to

Save him."

(End of chapter)