The Duchy of Frank is located in the westernmost part of the continent of Jarry, with its vast plains and winding coastline, dotted with hills and peaks, forming hundreds of small states. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThese small states traded with each other most of the time and conquered each other a little of the time, resulting in Frank's well-developed land-based maritime business system and loose state structure. Unlike the other nations of the continent of Jarry, the Frankish Duchy had so many small nations that practiced the same religion, and although there were enough grievances and feuds between these small nations to make a huge work, their sense of identity gave rise to the unique rule of the country, in which the priests and priests were the most powerful, because they could rule the country by oracles, and those small nations would never dare to disobey God's will even if they were unwilling to do so.

However, the chief priest of the country is not really the ruler of the word, but is ruled by the second archpriest Magarn. The 56-year-old man succeeded in elevating the chief priest to the altar of spiritual leader and firmly holding the real power of the country in his own hands.

In Magraln's eyes, ruling the country was only part of his life's ideals, and his dream blueprint was to use the name of spreading his country's teachings to the entire continent of Yali to carry out expansion, and then make a leap forward in his power. Unfortunately, several attempts by him to this ended in failure, due to Li Tianhao's sudden rise to the balance of power in the entire region, after weighing the pros and cons, Magrahn made a decisive strategic correction, temporarily restrained the expansion attempt, and instead formed an alliance with Palci. In order to take advantage of the demands of the Palci trade to increase the revenues of trade, the priests would obviously receive more benefits than the kings, and the kings would inevitably have a greater desire for such benefits, so that Margrahn would be able to direct these worldly forces in the direction he wished. In addition, Margrahn also hopes to find out Palch's weaknesses through a period of observation and analysis.

From Magraln's point of view, the demise of Arubania was harmful to him. Originally, he hoped to drag down Palchi through a long war between Arubania and Palchi, and at the same time let Palchi's internal problems erupt. However, he did not expect Arubania to perish so quickly, which somewhat exceeded Magran's expectations, and has become the main problem that Magrahn has been worried about recently.

Of course, worries are worries, and the daily affairs that should be done still have to be done, and Magrahn's ability to handle affairs is undoubtedly beyond the ordinary, and his extraordinary energy in this regard is breathtaking, and many priests attribute this to devotion to God, and for Magrahn it is simply his desire for power.

Among the many dossiers, one caught Magrahn's attention.

This is a verdict against religious heterogeneists, a rarity in Frankish territory. Because there is only one faith in this country, and all those who doubt the doctrine have long since been burned to charcoal in successive religious purges, heterogeneous elements are extremely rare. Whoever is suspected of being an outlier is at best imprisoned as a madman in the Inquisition prison, and most of them will inevitably go on a journey to the Heavens.

And this deviant can be said to have defied the condemnation of the world, not only preaching content that does not conform to the doctrine, but also raising direct questions and doubts about the legitimacy of the doctrine, and even making his own propaganda pamphlets, and what is even more incredible is that this kind of thing actually happened right under his nose.

In a country where only nobles and priests had the right to be educated, the least one who could make a pamphlet was a nobleman or a knight, but the man named Mackin could not find out his origin, no matter how much he checked. What is even more strange is that there are only records of his whereabouts in the last year or so, and they have not been found at all before that, which indicates that this person has probably infiltrated Frank from abroad. It was a different story, and it seemed to Magraln that there was an attempt by a hostile force to undermine the foundations of Frank's statehood, and who was the hostile state that really interested him. Therefore, Magrahn immediately signed a special order to bring the prisoner, who was on death row in the outer city and was about to be burned to death, to the Holy See for personal interrogation.

Magraln himself did not have much enthusiasm for the gods he believed in, and in his eyes the gods were nothing more than a ladder for his dream of power, but he had to act as an extremely religious person in front of people, so his special arraignment naturally attached to his extreme anger cloak, and he also prepared the highest level of interrogation instruments for this purpose—in front of this set of torture instruments, which gathered the wisdom of more than a dozen generations of torturers in the Frank Kingdom, no one has yet been able to fully withstand its full service. Most of the prisoners will be frightened to the sight of this torture device and confess everything truthfully.

The prisoner who was escorted by the Papal Guards was surrounded by ropes and chains almost entirely except for his head, but even then he could see blood oozing from the ropes, and it was clear that he had been subjected to all kinds of torture before he came here. However, to Magran's surprise, this bloodless makkin still had a mysterious smile on his face after seeing the torture instruments on display all over the room.

When the soldiers had retreated, Magran slowly approached Makkin's side and whispered, "I find it strange, Mr. Makkin, that there is no sign of madness at all from your actions, but your words are so unbelievable. What's even stranger is your past, unless you suddenly appeared in this world, you must have come here from another country. But I've checked all the relevant records, and there's no sign of you, either on land or at sea. Can you tell me how you got here? ”

Mark King's eyes followed Margran back and forth, and only after he finished speaking did he sneer softly, and said, "Lord Magraln, you seem to have mistaken the order of interrogation. It's not that I can't answer this question, but I can't answer you right now. ”

"Oh? So, are you willing to confess truthfully? ”

Mark King smiled: "Confession? My lord, I regret your wording. I can only tell you that there is only a limit to the questions I can answer your questions, and it is up to you, my lord, to say them. ”

Magrahn frowned and said, "Are you saying that you have to be tortured before you confess?" ”

"If your wisdom is limited to this, then I'm afraid you won't get anything." Makkin still smiled.

Magrahn understood. The other person is implying that the other person will only answer the correct question if he asks the right question.

It's a game, and it's clear that the other side has already challenged him, and Magrahn has no choice but to fight, and if he uses violence, it's almost like admitting defeat.