In the early winter, the city of Taylor was shrouded in dark clouds, and there was no trace of sunshine on the gloomy streets.

In the center of the Grand Square of the Holy See was a huge wooden platform, with firewood and grass at the bottom and a cross at the top.

At eight o'clock in the morning, people from different parts of the city and from different walks of life gathered in the square with the same purpose - to watch the burning of a church deacon at the stake.

In the huge square, people excitedly discussed the details of the punishment, and the hawkers shuttled among them, and all kinds of voices converged together, showing the various forms of living beings.

A butcher, still wearing a single shirt in the cold wind, stood on a stacked wooden box and smiled at his friend and said, "I have seen many people burned at the stake in the church, but one church deacon...... This is the first time I've heard of it. ”

Several scantily clad prostitutes gathered together and talked about the identity of the inmates. One of the women pretended to be mysterious and said, "Do you know? I have met the deacon of the Holy See, who is handsome and has a naturally sexy voice!"

When her companions heard this, they burst into laughter, laughing at her longing for spring.

A peasant couple who rushed to the city early in the morning found the servant in charge of cleaning the corpse, stuffed each other with a small bag of bronze stars, and whispered: "Our child is seriously ill, and a witch doctor told us that only the ashes of those who serve God can cure the child's illness. ”

The servant took the money bag, weighed the weight, and then took the wooden bottle handed by the peasant couple, hid it in his sleeve, and nodded slightly.

The crowd of people waiting in the square stood in the cold wind for almost two hours, and just as everyone was restless and talking to each other, a column of people walked out of the door of the main hall of the Holy See.

Two inquisitors of the Inquisition, one on the left and one on the right, carried a creature that could still be vaguely recognizable in human form on their shoulders and walked to the high platform of the burning.

To the surprise of the visitors, the person in charge of the reading of the crime today was actually Cardinal Jacob.

The fact that such a high-ranking person came to read out the guilt of a sinner was something that had never been done before at the stake.

Jacob, dressed in holy rank, stood on the reading platform and read aloud: "Tristan Inger Bradford, Archdeacon of Cardinal Aarbrough of the Holy See, was tempted by the devil to become an accomplice of the wicked heretics while serving God. He was charged with blasphemy against the Holy Spirit, betrayal of the Holy See, and the study of sorcery......"

Under the astonished gaze of the people, Jacob read the charge for five minutes, and even the executioners by the pyre yawned sleepily.

Just as Jacob was about to make a tirade, a church worker ran up to him and whispered to him: "The Pope has ordered that these things should be stopped and that it is not a glorious thing......

Jacob opened his mouth and waved his hand dejectedly: "Then let's execute it." ”

As he passed by the executioner, Jacob whispered again, "Don't burn too much, roast this guy slowly!"

Watching the executioner take the order to leave, Jacob nodded in satisfaction.

Amid the cheers and cheers of the people, the pyre was quickly lit.

The blazing flames scorched the prisoners, and the crackling sound of burning wood could be heard from a hundred meters away.

Tristan, who had been devastated to the point of being humanoid, slowly opened the only remaining eye, and the rotting wounds all over his body were slightly conscious because of the heat.

He looked at the sea of people under the stake, and suddenly shouted hoarsely: "You who live in lies!

The people were stunned by Tristan's shouts, and the noise in the crowd gradually calmed down, and everyone wanted to hear what the dying creature was going to say.

"Do you feel happy when you are treated as a sacrifice, giving your hair, flesh and blood, and your freedom?!"

Jacob, who had just stepped onto the viewing platform, turned back in surprise when he heard Tristan's shouts.

"After living your life in a mess, you don't even have the courage to take a step forward!

Enduring the heat burning from his lower limbs, Tristan raised his neck and said loudly: "You have pinned all your hopes on a cold statue, giving up your dignity and dreams, just to enjoy this meaningless pleasure in the illusory bubble!"

A church member hurriedly ran to Jacob's side and said anxiously: "The Pope ordered!

Jacob, who had just woken up from a dream, jumped off the viewing platform and ran to the stake in the center of the square, shouting as he ran: "Burn him hard! Burn him immediately!"

Knowing that his life was coming to an end, Tristan used the last strength in his chest to shout at the people in the square: "If the sky is dark, then survive in the dark, if it is dangerous to make a sound, then remain silent, and if you feel powerless to shine, then crouch in the corner." But don't justify darkness because you're accustomed to it, don't be complacent because you're not accommodating, don't mock those who are braver and more zealous than yourself! Human beings may be as low as dust before the so-called gods, but they must not be twisted like maggots!"

The flames engulfed the entire wooden platform, and the body was no longer visible, but the voices echoed in people's ears forever.

There were no more noisy voices in the square, and everyone looked at the dancing flame in their eyes, and lost their voices for a moment.

Suddenly, a rider carried a battle report and ran through the crowded streets towards the center of the Holy See.

"The coalition forces have been defeated! The coalition forces have been defeated! Only nine of the Holy See troops have survived!"

With this piercing shout, snowflakes fell from the sky, and the first snow of early winter quietly flew into every corner of the city.

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Seven days later, Twilight City, the Administration Department of Xenomorph Affairs.

Rachel flipped through the sample book of the xenobank, carefully jotting down a series of numbers as she compared the xenotypic population register.

At the door of the room, there was a knock.

Rachel put down the pen in his hand, rubbed his sore eyes, and said, "Come in." ”

A young woman in tight leather armor pushed open the door and slowly walked in, looking at Richer and stopping.

The latter looked up, a smile on his sleepy face, "Karin." ”

Karin Foreman looked down at the ground.

Rachel opened his mouth and said, "Karin, regarding the matter of the Holy Acropolis, you led the association to find out the tunnel, and caught Neiying, well done...... What kind of reward do you want?"

"Sister Rachel......" said Karin, "news has come from the capital of Taylor, Mr. Tristan...... A week earlier, he had been burned at the stake. ”

Rachel's eyes widened for a moment, but soon, she regained her composure and whispered, "Really?"

Karin took a careful look at the other party's expression and said softly, "We tried our best, but the other party was not willing to leave. ”

Rachel pushed away the chair, stood up straight, and said with a smile, "I know, I don't blame you for this. ”

Watching Rachel push open the door, Karin asked, "Sister Rachel, where are you going?"

"I owe someone a favor, and now I have to pay it back. ”

With that, Rachel left the room straight.

The guards were informed of the application, and Rachel came to the door of the King's Audience Room and knocked softly on the door.

After getting permission, she walked into the room and said straight to the point at Todd at the table, "I hope you can do me a favor." ”

Todd looked at the woman suspiciously, and asked, "Help?"

"I want you to help open up the soul space and find Deirdre again. ”

Todd looked at Richel's serious expression and only thought for a few seconds before agreeing to the other party's request.

Arriving at the research institute of the soul space, Richer said to Dildre, who had just walked in, "My sister, I need your help. ”

Deirdre first gave Todd a strange look, and when he saw that the latter also looked inexplicable, he said to Rachel, "What do I need to do?"

Rachel recalled Tristan's image from memory and said to Deirdre: "This man is Tristan Inger Bradford, and he was burned at ......the stake a week ago."

"Tristan is dead?"

Hearing Richel's words, Todd frowned and asked urgently.

The former looked at the latter and nodded solemnly.

Todd sighed deeply, sat down in his office chair, hung his head, and waved his hand to signal Raicher to leave him alone.

Rachel then said to Deirdre, "I want you to use the ability of 'Medium' to bring Tristan's soul here. ”

Watching Deirdre begin to summon Tristan's soul, Todd looked up at Rachel and asked, "What do you want to do?"

The latter looked at the pale blue particles in the air and said sadly: "There are some things that I didn't tell Tristan and let him live his life in confusion and depression, and it's my fault. ”

Todd was about to ask again, when Tristan's pale blue soul appeared in the room.

Rachel looked at Dildre, who was a little tired, and asked worriedly, "If I want to summon another person's soul, with your current body, can you hold it?"

Taking a deep breath, Deirdre nodded with a determined look in her eyes.

Rachel glanced at Tristan's soul and said to Deirdre, "The second summoned soul is Mia Evanderlin. ”

Deirdre said to Rachel, "It's not enough to have a name, I have to know what she looks like." ”

Rachel held out her hand and pointed to herself: "Mia Evanderlin, both in appearance and physical characteristics, she is exactly like me. ”(https:)

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