Nasser's 13th Avenue is the richest and trendiest place in the entire continent for nightlife, and any style and any kind can be found here as long as it is what men need.

The flower capital specializing in young girls, the flower show full of mature charm, and the Rose Palace, which specializes in aristocratic style, and the Fengyue Pavilion of various styles have attracted generous high-rollers from all over the mainland.

But the high-rollers who came to Thirteenth Street today found a scene more exciting than ever, enough to blow for a lifetime.

The monks of the Dawn Church, the knights of the Church of Light, and the cavalry battalion of the Royal Praetorian Guard surrounded a small security station one after another, silently confronting each other, and no one retreated half a step.

The three top-level armed organizations in Nasser City appeared in the same place at the same time, which is only a handful of times in the history of Florence, but it is never before that they appeared at the same time in a place like Thirteenth Street.

The Flensians are free and romantic by nature, and they constantly patrol to drive away the lively Nasser citizens, but they are fiercely resisted by the citizens, and finally they are not allowed to do so, allowing them to watch from afar on both sides of the street.

So when Charles walked out of the police station, he experienced the feeling of being in the spotlight for the first time.

All the Clerics of the Dawn, the Clerics of Light, and the Praetorian Guards were all focused on him, angry, puzzled, confused, and so on.

There was a carriage parked in front of the police station, and the driver was Charles's eldest brother Reed, and when he saw Charles, he just nodded heavily to him and didn't say anything, but the armor on his body, the spears and shields around him all showed his attitude towards the matter.

If your younger brother gets into trouble, it is natural for you to protect your younger brother first, and then discuss other things.

"Let's go Charles, let's go home first!"

Fani and Olive urged Charles to get into the carriage quickly, and Roy, the butler, opened the carriage door, and seeing their hurried appearance, Charles always felt that something was wrong.

"Ignition!"

A dull voice came from not far away, and a fire burst into flames, which stood out on the thirteenth street in the night.

Charles turned his eyes, his gaze suddenly froze, and the whole person froze for a moment as if he had been struck by lightning, and then rushed towards that side like crazy.

It was a burning cross with a little girl tied to it, thin, slender, sluggish, underage.

"Charles, calm down!"

"Charles, you can't go over!"

"Charles, woooooooo

Fani, Olive and Reed grabbed Charles and prevented him from rushing in the direction of the fire.

"Let go of me, she's going to die!"

Charles raised his arms and shook all three of them away, and even the seventh-rank Reed couldn't trap the angry Charles.

A tall figure stood in front of Charles and said in a deep voice, "She's dead." ”

Hearing the words of his godmother, Gianda Randolph, Charles's aura suddenly dissipated, and he stared blankly at the burning cross, at the motionless little girl on it, who was gradually charred.

"Why did she die?"

Gianita Randolph said calmly: "She died without pain, that's all we can do." ”

Barencer leaned over from the side and whispered to Charles, "Everyone else survived, we really did our best." ”

"Let's go back! Charles, it's time for us to go home!"

Fani and Olive chased after him from behind, tugging at his sleeves.

Everyone was trying to persuade Charles, which made Charles feel like a troublemaker who was dragging down his family, but the depression in his heart couldn't be smoothed out.

"She was still a child, she didn't make a mistake, why did she die? Do you remember the first words of the Light Bible?"

Charles looked at everyone around him, Barencer took two steps back, and hid behind Gianita Randolph, and most of the surrounding Clerics of Twilight turned their faces away from Charles, only the paladin Ariana looked ashamed and lowered her head all the time.

The Bible of Light is the holy text of all the churches of light, and the first sentence of the opening sentence is "God so loved the world, and the world loved the world."

But now that an innocent little girl has been burned at the stake, where is the love of the world?

The flames on the stake gradually extinguished, leaving only curling green smoke around the ashes, and the anger in Charles's heart gradually extinguished.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't blame you. ”

In fact, after Charles came out of the police station and saw the scene on the street, he knew that Zhu Anita, Fani, Olive and others had made great efforts, and it was actually very difficult to do this for a chick who was not even a civilian.

And who is the source of all this trouble? Is it the murderous and ugly Brummer, or the angry Charles?

"I want to go over and see her!"

Charles said softly, and walked slowly past Gianita and towards the stake.

Juanita Randolph did not stop Charles, but followed behind Charles with Fani, Olive and others.

Around the stake, there was a circle of knights of the Church of Light on guard, and when they saw Charles and the others coming, they all grabbed their shields, but they didn't draw their swords at their waists.

A bearded knight of light walked over and asked coldly, "Bishop Randolph, Count Charles, what else do you want to do?"

Charles was about to speak, but was preempted by Gianda Randolph, "Knight Chief Jassim, we just wanted to come and see that innocent girl. ”

"That girl is gone, go back!"

The bearded knight chief named Jassim had a cold and hard attitude, and he didn't care about Archbishop Juanita Randolph, who was two ranks higher than him.

Charles took a step forward and said expressionlessly, "I want to collect her ashes!"

“.........”

Jassim looked at Charles for a few seconds before saying, "Count Charles, are you that girl's family?"

"No, but I think she shouldn't have a family, this matter started because of me, there must be an end!"

Jassim seemed to hesitate, and after a moment he reluctantly nodded and said, "You can only come alone!"

The Knights of Light, who were on guard around the stake, pulled out, and Charles followed Jassim inside.

"Everyone knows that Blumer is a son of a bitch, but in the end, it was you, Lord Earl, who did it, and your recklessness earned my respect. ”

“.........”

Charles looked at Jassim, who was next to him, in surprise, and could hardly believe that such words were uttered by him, the chief knight of the Church of Light.

"Well, Lord Count, you have a quarter of an hour. ”

Jassim turned away as if nothing had happened.

Charles looked at the embers in front of him, he didn't know what it was like, his behavior today could be said to be very irrational, but even so, he still didn't save the innocent little girl.

He suddenly remembered the epitaph of "Your Excellency" - "If you don't die, you won't die, and you will be happier to die."

Could it be that he also embarked on the road of death after seeing the injustice of this world?

"Rest in peace for the dead....... The soul returns to the light ........" (paraphrase)

Charles softly sang the hymn of the Dawn Church in mourning for the dead, his voice was pure, expressing the sadness and pity in his heart, and the deep singing echoed in the silent thirteenth street, gently plucking the heartstrings of one person after another.

"Rest in peace for the dead....... Soul to the Light ........"

The paladin Ariana was the first to sing along with Charles, then the second, then the third, and a few seconds later, the monks and knights of the Church of Dawn joined in chanting.

"Rest in peace for the dead....... Soul to the Light ........"

Someone in the Fengyue Pavilion on both sides of Thirteenth Avenue suddenly sang along, his voice sad, griefful, and with a gentle cry.

"Rest in peace for the dead....... Soul to the Light ........"

"Rest in peace for the dead....... Soul to the Light ........"

It seemed that in an instant, countless people chanted in the buildings on both sides of the entire 13th Avenue.

It was the complaint of the women who were afraid of the pressure of the church, and it was the unwillingness of the J women to struggle to survive in the bottom society. It was as if they wanted to put all the blood and tears in their hearts, all the desolation, in this hymn.

Charles suddenly felt a strange fluctuation of spiritual power, and when he looked up, a bright light suddenly appeared under the stake that had long been extinguished.

Daisy's ashes lit up, floated, and slowly rose into the sky, turning into a ball of pure light, slowly drifting in all directions.

The bearded Jassim stared blankly at the sky, and it took a long time to hold back a sentence: "J girl....... Can you also be favored by the gods?"