In the middle of the night, in the apartment in the side hall of the Temple of Justice, Julia and Tiffany, whose faces were a little pale, were sent back to their rooms.

Heavy shackles still wore on their wrists.

Even if they are ladies, they will inevitably accept the confinement of divine magic.

An afternoon of investigation and interrogation had taken a huge toll on the physical and mental strength of the two girls, but fortunately, the Righteous Sect followed strict rules and regulations, so there was no torture.

"Ladies, there will be a prayer service tomorrow morning...... Don't worry, the ceremony won't hurt you, you just might have to wake up early, so remember to rest early, and when it's time, I'll knock on the door. ”

A cleric closed the door, followed by the sound of departing footsteps.

Of course, there were heavier footsteps approaching with the crash of the armor as it shook.

The rooms in which they rest are not very large, in fact not much different from the double dormitories of some universities, and even more modest.

Julia didn't stay by the door for long, she turned around and went to the bathroom next to her, and after a simple wash, she returned to the bed and lay down in her clothes, without any communication with Tiffany Garcia.

Julia also saw what happened before, she has traveled with Donald and them all the way in the past six months, and what she has seen and heard along the way may be more than ordinary people have seen in a lifetime, coupled with Donald's cultivation and teaching along the way, she naturally developed the habit of thinking more when encountering things.

An afternoon is enough to figure out something.

So she looked at Tiffany's gaze and subconsciously felt a little unkind.

Women are always emotionally sensitive, and Tiffany immediately sensed Julia's resistance to herself, but she didn't know how to refute it.

As the eldest daughter of the Garcia family, what does the family seal look like, she is one of the few people who have the most right to speak, and she carefully read the letter, and the seal on it is indeed not fake......

Although she said that the seal might have been stolen by someone else when asked by someone from the Righteous Sect, the other party apparently did not believe her claim.

She was unaware, and she believed that Horn was just like herself.

During this half day, she also reflected on and recalled several conversations she had with her father when she was still in Dmingham.

The exercise of talent, that was the most frequent topic of conversation between their father and daughter during that time, and it was also the thing that her father was most concerned about, in order to smoothly bring the body of the Holy Son to the Temple of Justice in the state intact when it was sealed, and she understood this.

As the eldest daughter of the ruling family of Demingham, she is willing and willing to sacrifice for the sake of the place that her ancestors have guarded.

That's exactly what she thought at the time.

But in this situation, Tiffany immediately recalled the words of encouragement his father had spoken to him before leaving.

For the sake of the family, even if it is sacrificed, everything is not hesitated!

The interests of the empire are above all else!

......

These words are still in my ears at this time, but they do not have the original motivational emotion, but sound a little harsh.

She thought about it and refuted the contents of the letter one by one.

She didn't want to be a traitor in the eyes of the rest of the team, and she didn't want Horn to be a traitor like herself.

But after all, she still didn't dare to tell the truth, because she was Tiffany Garcia, and as long as her surname didn't change, some things couldn't help her.

As her father once said, she was first and foremost a nobleman of the Lane Empire, second the eldest daughter of the Garcia family, and finally Tiffany Garcia herself.

It's just that Tiffany still thinks about it after all, her heart is different, how can the people of the Righteous Sect not see it?

Those who interrogated her were the most experienced interrogators, and the mind of a girl like her could be seen at a glance, and she couldn't even use her talent.

It's Julia, every sentence is true, but it makes them a little unpredictable for a while.

The current situation is that both sides have their own opinions, and the interrogation here proves that Julia's statement is true, she did not deceive, even if she used the dream elixir, the result still did not change, but the Dmingham government said something else.

Who should be trusted?

It stands to reason that hearing is false, seeing is believing, and Julia's confession has been confirmed to be not false, and the Righteous Sect should believe her.

As one of the major cities of the Lane Empire, the letters sent by the ruling families in the name of the city government should also be extremely credible.

This put the Righteous Sect's side in a dilemma for a short time.

Some people may say that it is not enough to just pull the two sides together and confront each other?

Whoever is right and who is wrong, who is true and who is false, can immediately have an explanation.

However, there is a distance between the Righteous Sect and Dmingham, and the current communication system or teleportation circle has not yet reached the level where it can be used across half the empire.

In other words, it's okay to wait for a while, but the question of the Holy Son can't wait.

This makes this a tricky thing all of a sudden.

Well, that's all in the past, and it's a very different situation now.

Because His Holiness the Pope suddenly convened another meeting in the evening.

This time the meeting didn't last long, but the high-ranking members of all the sects left the council hall with a relaxed face.

Because they all know that this tricky matter has been solved in the most complete way.

It is even possible to turn an original crisis into a miracle belonging to the Righteous Sect.

......

Within the city of Dirmingham

Deputy Mayor Mark Darren has become increasingly frail in recent months, and after a doctor's diagnosis, his life is coming to an end.

This is not such an abrupt or unacceptable thing, in fact, at the age of Mark Darren, he is not an alien, this is a normal situation, and the descendants of the Darren family have long been mentally prepared.

It was only after the diagnosis was completed that the Darren family closed the gates of the manor and refused to allow any outsiders to visit or visit, which is said to be the wish of His Excellency Mark Darren.

He wanted to walk the last leg of the road in peace.

It's just that one person's visit was not stopped.

The Honourable Samil Garcia, Mayor of Dmingham.

In the sunny garden, the two sat down in the courtyard, and after the tea had been brewed, the servants soon departed at the signal of Mark Darren, who had suddenly improved his spirits since this morning.

"I'm dying, and I can feel it, and this may be the last period of my life when I'm awake. ”

Taking a sip of tea, Mark Darren smiled again,

"This tea finally tastes good. ”

"Uncle Mark......

Semir Garcia didn't know what to say for a moment, just pursed his lips and looked gloomy.

"Don't grieve for me, Semir, for it is the law of nature, and I will gladly accept it...... It's a pity that I didn't have time to see that scene. ”

Mark looked up at the sky, as if looking for something.

"It should be soon, please be sure to wait!"

It's a goal they've been fighting for all their lives, and now it's finally going to happen, and Semir wants Mark to witness the dawn of a new era anyway.

"Will the gods die?"

Mark did not respond to Semir's request, but asked softly, then looked up at Semir and asked,

"Can a god die?"

The expression on Semir's face became serious.

He knew that this was the last in-depth conversation between his uncle and nephew, and this uncle of his own, all his life, was thinking about the Lane Empire.

Till death rests.

How similar is this to his own father?

"Won't die...... It's impossible for us to do that now...... At least for now, it's still impossible, but just because it won't mean it can't, faith creates gods, and not gods create faith, and that's not a bad saying at all. ”

At first glance, Semie's words sounded very contradictory, but Mark nodded in agreement.

There was a long silence.

Suddenly, a wind blows through the garden, and the petals and broken leaves of the early spring flutter in the wind.

"When the brightest stars disappear in the night sky. ”

"Is he dead? He's not dead. ”

"When faith is no longer on the ground, the existence of the stars has stepped into the earth. ”

"He's not dead? He's dead!"

In the garden, the dying old man muttered to himself.

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