franphil Chapter 132 Don't stop me, I'll prove my innocence with my death.
Chapter 132 Don't stop me, I'll prove my innocence with my death.
Chapter 132 Don't stop me, I'll prove my innocence with my death.
"With all due respect, the current state of affairs in Ruen is partly due to the church's inaction."
As soon as Xia Er spoke, the gazes of the night watchmen towards him instantly became complicated.
"Watch your words, Mr. Maynard."
Bishop Elektra interrupted Chael's speech, fearing he might utter further disrespectful words.
The smile on Daly's face vanished as she watched the show with amusement. She quickly walked up to Archbishop Anthony, bowed apologetically, and then grabbed Xiaer's hand, intending to drag him away, but she grabbed nothing.
"I say the Church is wrong, and I will not change my mind, even if His Holiness the Pope Dabomas appears before me today, I will still hold this attitude."
Xia Er cut directly into the shadow world and then back out, dodging Daly's grab. Her eyes were filled with no fear as she looked at Anthony Stevenson, the high-ranking member of the Church of the Night, who had once said, "We are guardians, and we are also wretches."
"Even if I die now and return to the Goddess's Kingdom, I will still pray to the Goddess that the Church is wrong and that your love for believers is the most ridiculous excuse."
"The king and nobles are responsible for governing the country and the people, while the true church is only responsible for fighting the dangers in the darkness. Who set this rule? Does he have the real experience of walking barefoot on the earth and seeing for himself?"
After Shael finished speaking, the fog in the arena suddenly stopped, and the environment of the prayer hall seemed to become even darker. Even Kreste Cecima, one of the three giants of the Red Gloves, almost lost his grip on the box, causing the sacred relic known as the Goddess Sword to fall to the ground.
"Hehe, the secret prayer path is indeed not a good path. It looks fine, but it turns out it has been crazy all along?"
"Archbishop Anthony, I request that this boy be locked up and subjected to a thorough examination by the Church."
Daly finally couldn't hold back and took action, directly pinning down Xia'er. She wanted to use her necromancy to overwhelm Xia'er, but now that Archbishop Anthony's expression was so gloomy it was almost frightening, the necromancy within her didn't dare to appear at all.
"Archbishop Anthony, he may indeed be mentally unstable. I request that he be imprisoned behind the Gates of Charnis."
Bishop Elektra also stepped forward and requested that Shael be imprisoned behind the Gates of Charnis.
"Archbishop Anthony, I also request that he be imprisoned behind the Charnis Gate."
After Kresta Cecima steadied the silver box in his hand, he too stepped forward to plead for leniency. This seemed to be a signal, as more and more clergy members of the Church of the Night stepped forward to plead for mercy.
Shael's expression remained unchanged. The Church of the True God could oversee wild extraordinary individuals, secret organizations, and earthen chambers, but it could not oversee nobles and wealthy merchants.
He didn't want to engage in conspiracy theories, nor did he expect the framework for the Fifth Era established by the Seven Gods to take into account the lower levels, but that didn't stop him from standing up and saying, "You've done a terrible job."
Xia'er didn't know if the other night watchmen had thought the same way. Perhaps they had, but how could the world's格局 (geju, overall situation/pattern) be so easily influenced by an individual's thoughts?
Having the ability but choosing not to act is a matter of human freedom.
Because the unspoken rule of the church is not to interfere in politics, even though I have good intentions, I cannot do anything about it. I can only help a few people I see. As for the root cause of all this collapse... I can't do anything about it. I can't do that. This is the world's structure, and it has always been this way.
Even if I am very strong, I will still be powerless.
Although I am very strong, I am sorry.
Xia Er stared at the old man with deep, expressionless eyes, but whose aura was terrifying and made his legs tremble. He just stared at him without saying a word.
With trembling hands, he tapped four times on his chest, drawing a crimson moon.
Daly, who was closest to Chael, also felt a deep-seated fear and slowed her movements.
The shadow in Chael's hand coalesced into a short blade, which she thrust directly toward her own heart.
boom!
The shadowy dagger in Chael's hand was completely engulfed by darkness, and his mind was also affected by the night, causing him to faint. This dangerous scene startled Daly, who had been a step slower, and she quickly hugged the unconscious Chael, worried that something bad might happen again.
"His emotions are indeed somewhat unstable and he is a bit impatient."
"Tie him up and lock him behind the Gate of Charnis for now."
"We'll proceed with the next stage of the examination once he's regained consciousness and calmed down."
"I agree to the plan for the Midnight Diner. The night shift workers often work in the dark and can feel depressed. They also need some food at night to soothe their souls."
It was unusual for Anthony Stevenson to say so much, and his gaze never left the unconscious Xia Er.
In the past, or rather, in countless times before today, he had similar thoughts, but he kept them to himself and never spoke them aloud.
Today, someone spoke on his behalf, although this person was not a sleepless person, but a person who prayed in secret.
But perhaps it is precisely because of this that the other party can hear more clearly the silent yet desperate lament that is constantly emanating from the most prosperous metropolis in the world.
Xiaer was dragged away. Amidst the complex gazes of all the night watchmen, they were all relieved that Archbishop Anthony hadn't pursued Xiaer's responsibility. Instead, he cooperated with Daly and concluded that Xiaer was mentally unstable. But everyone also knew that there was a difference between saying something and not saying it.
Bishop Elektra never expected that this student would be so fierce.
He even dared to directly name Pope Dabomács.
Red Rose Estate, outside Backlund.
"Ince El" held a bright red rose in his hand, counting the petals one by one.
He was somewhat disappointed that he hadn't managed to completely dismantle himself.
He actually meant to say "Goddess of the Night," but for gods, such things are neither right nor wrong.
Therefore, this can only be blamed on the Church of the Night. The Kingdom of Rune, the strongest country in the Northern Continent, has been winning all the time. The royal family and nobles bear responsibility, but doesn't Saint Dabomach, who guards the Church of the Night, also bear responsibility?
If he had been more flexible and given the local parishes a more lenient stance, things might have been different; at least "Ince"
"El" felt that in the eyes of a saint like Archbishop Anthony, those so-called nobles were nothing at all.
But these people have clearly gotten used to this way of life.
"Are they all normal? Am I the odd one out?"
But what I did in the Fourth Age wasn't kind either.
He thought about it and realized that he was simply looking for fun.