vs 269: I Am from the Holy City (Page 1/1)

The silver-haired Roderick was dressed in an ordinary priest's service, with a canon under his arm, boots on the muddy ground, and a gentle smile on his face, and anyone who saw him would think that he was an amiable clergyman, and would never be associated with a sinister and cold Inquisition.

"Dried salted fish, good dried salted fish."

"Cider, it will make you drunk for a whole Sunday."

"Come, ladies and misses."

In the town squares, the vendors were desperately selling their wares to everyone, and the bazaar was filled with people of all stripes, including many women, who were gladly picking out beautiful ornaments.

"Hey, hey." In the bustling places, of course, criminals are indispensable, and the most common is a group of ragged, thin, filthy children who weave through the crowd in droves, and when the adults are not looking, they cut off the money bags hanging from their belts.

"Thief, catch thief." A fat businessman suddenly noticed that his wallet was missing, and instinctively reached out and grabbed a skinny child who looked to be only about five years old.

"Wow~~." The child was grabbed by the arm by the fat merchant, and he cried in fright, but no one sympathized with him, because everyone hated stealing.

"Sheriff, sheriff, caught a thief." Immediately someone called the sheriff, and a bald man in light leather armor with an axe and rope around his waist came up.

"Are you sure he stole it?" The sheriff walked over and asked the merchant.

"Of course, I'm still holding him." The merchant said angrily.

"Very well, then put his hand on the ground." The sheriff nodded, drawing the sharp axe from his waist, and all the nervous onlookers at this time, some timid women turned around in fright, knowing that the sheriff would cut off the thief's hand and nail it to the bulletin board in the bazaar as a warning to all the criminals, but it didn't solve the problem.

"Ahh~." The five-year-old boy was so frightened that he cried out, he tried to struggle, but it didn't work, he was dragged to his knees, his right hand on the ground.

"Look, that's what crime ends like." The sheriff clenched the axe in his hand, he looked around and said loudly, and then prepared to cut off the thief's hand.

"Ah~~." The people around them let out exclamations, some of them looked at each other with expectant eyes, some of them were not their own business, and some were both scared and expectant.

"Wait." Suddenly, a calm voice came, it was not loud, but it was clear to everyone.

"Hmm, who is it?" The crowd looked at each other curiously, and even the sheriff stopped, and he turned his head to see a priest walking through the crowd.

"Priest?" People looked at him curiously, wondering what the priest was trying to do.

"Father, this is a very light punishment, so I don't bother you." The merchant said with a smile, thinking that the silver-haired Roderick wanted to make a deathbed confession for the thief.

"You're mistaken, I'm just confused about this." Silver-haired Roderick raised his hand and said to the merchant and sheriff.

"What do you mean?" The merchant was stunned, he didn't understand what this seemingly calm priest wanted to do.

"You say he's a thief, but I see only one child." Silver-haired Roderick said.

"Father, he stole my wallet, and I caught him with my own hands." The merchant said angrily.

"But you didn't see him steal it, you just grabbed him." The silver-haired Roderick said flatly, he held the holy book in his hand with both hands and put it in front of him, and watched everything with his eyes quiet.

"This ......" The merchant was asked by the silver-haired Roderick, and was speechless for a moment, he really didn't see who stole his wallet, he just grabbed a child, but in his opinion, these children were all in a gang, and it didn't matter who caught him.

"So, you can't punish him unless you find evidence in him." Silver-haired Roderick continued.

"But, they're all in a group, and someone will definitely have to pay for it." The merchant was annoyed, but he did not want to offend the priests in the first estate.

"Yes, someone will pay, but not him, because there is no evidence that he did it." Silver-haired Roderick nodded, gesturing at the frightened child.

"Well, let's hope those thieves all go to hell." The merchant cursed and let go of his hand, and he stood up and muttered.

"Yes." The silver-haired Roderick clipped the tome back under his armpit, and was about to turn around when the sheriff let out a roar.

"Bastard, are you here to tease me?" The sheriff said angrily.

"No, no, sir, I really just thought he was a criminal." The merchant retreated in fear, and the bald sheriff looked like a reckless man to mess with.

"I don't care about your bullshit, since I pulled out the axe, I have to get blood on it to get it back." The sheriff grabbed the child by the hand and threw him to the ground, then he got down on one knee and grabbed the child's arm with one hand, and raised the axe in the air with the other, aiming it at the child's arm.

"Wow~~." The people around were dissatisfied at first when they saw the silver-haired Roderick and stopped the punishment, but when Roderick said something, people began to sympathize with the child, indeed, everyone hates thieves, but when you have no evidence, you may accidentally injure an innocent person, no one wants this kind of thing to happen to them, so when the sheriff insists on punishing the child, they all cover their mouths and exclaim.

The sheriff's axe was about to slash the child's arm, when a silver light flashed, followed by a splash of red blood, and the onlookers screamed, and the women covered their eyes.

"Ahh~~." However, when everyone came to their senses, they found that it was not the child on the ground who had been injured, but the sheriff was holding his right wrist and a silver arrow had struck him, and blood was flowing from the wound.

"As a law enforcer, you should be calm and objective, and you must not rely on emotions, otherwise this is more hateful than criminals." The silver-haired Roderick held the Holy Book in his hand, and he walked up to the sheriff, grabbed the other man's wrist, pulled the silver arrow out, and said to him amid the sheriff's terrible howl.

"Woo, you, who are you?" The sheriff was sweating profusely, but he didn't forget to question the other party, because as long as he knew his name, he could complain to his superiors, and even if he couldn't let the other party go to prison, he would let the person in charge of the priest punish him accordingly, which was the biggest counterattack he could make against the priest.

"Me? My name is Roderick and I am from the Holy City and am an Inquisition. The silver-haired Roderick seemed to have guessed the sheriff's thoughts, and he smiled slightly, shoved the silver arrow into the holy text, and said slowly.

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