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A group of white-clad priests passed by. They used the magic of moving objects, they passed by with holy water, they held the silver basin but did not touch it, it was strangely clean and sacred.

Mo Shi withdrew his gaze and looked at the image of the empty wheel hanging from the high priest's chest, inlaid with a circular cross.

God.

A symbol of the supreme.

Rule-makers and maintainers.

How can there be a god on earth?

If there is a God, why would He allow His rules to be trampled on?

"God" itself is a paradox.

He began to confess: "My lord, I am a simple person, yes, I have ambitions, but I never want to hurt others. I'm a scholar, I'm hungry for knowledge, I'm hungry for truth, I'm hungry for truth......"

It was an obsidian ornament that reflected a starry glow in the sunlight.

Empty wheels.

God.

In the end, there is an empty, endless cycle.

"But I realized that there are times when it seems that if you don't reach out and touch the first piece, the game that represents chaos can not be opened. "In that case, why should I push that chess?" and how arrogant and stupid I was, thinking that the world was as simple as I thought......

He quieted down.

He realized what he was talking about.

The old man looked at him quietly, and every word he uttered seemed to dig out from the depths of his heart: "If you don't push, then the game won't start? If you change to a worse player, maybe the game will not be as simple as 'chaos'." Of course, you can not push, you can not be that person. But kid, think about it, is 'escape' the path you really want to choose?"

The holy priest held his hand.

"God does not hinder people from choosing to take the path of choice, but asks people to take responsibility for their choices. The old man looked at the blue trees in the courtyard that stretched their leaves after the cold winter, "Many times, God is not merciful, we have read the Holy Book, and we know that sometimes he is even cruel and merciless—forgive my offense, God—He has allowed so much suffering to be inflicted on us to test our loyalty. ”

"If I had devoted myself to penance," he said, as if he had really done it, "I wouldn't have to suffer these pains." ”

"There will be other pains. The old man still looked at him gently, "though I hate to say so, but, as you can imagine, the Spinel Academy is such a place of sin, and there is no other place to do it? ”

The Holy Priest's honesty shook Mostone.

He couldn't go on.

"I'm old, and even when I'm young, I can only choose to endure, or just administer justice where I can see it. But I was still rewarded for it and was used as an example. The old man's face showed sadness, "I can't do anything, people can't do anything." ”

"That's not ......"

Mo Shi felt his hands clenched, and the old man stared at him with wide eyes: "Therefore, how I wish that God would come sooner! He can do what no man can do, and he will forge a bright path in the mire!"

"But if, but if," Mo Shi trembled, "but what if God doesn't come?

The old man fell down in an instant, shrunken and shriveled in the layers of holy robes.

Then man can only save himself. After a long time, he opened his eyes, still holding Mo Shi's hand, "Then do what you can and choose the right path." Use what you've learned, kid, aren't you a mage with extraordinary gifts? I'm sure you still have a lot of options. ”

Mo Shi made up his unfinished words in his heart—no, those were not the words of the old man, they were just Mo Shi's own words:

You say that you are ambitious, that you want to accomplish something, that you want to climb to a high position, and that you are willing to sacrifice for it?

The king wanted turmoil. A small, innocuous warning.

He had just stepped on the throne, young and proud, and he was not happy to see the great nobles in a grand manner.

And he is very cautious, not a reckless man who does not know how to restrain himself.

The king wanted to make the great nobles feel the crisis and be anxious for a while, but he had no spare strength to start any war; From the moment he ascended the throne, he had officially begun to liquidate and begin to build his own dynasty, but he was so good at communication and politics that he knew the truth of taoguang and obscurity.

How clever it is to take an academy full of children of aristocratic families, and even to lend it to someone else (the Holy Church, how noble and fearless).

But for Moshi, this was not a game of chess that could be played with a chess piece - he was not a king, and he did not have that kind of power.

He's deep in it.

A murder.

Who is the killer?

A deal.

Is buying and selling that overlaps bullying and exploitation the norm or is it accidental?

A deception.

Friends, compatriots...... The purpose of the friendship.

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Moser returned to Spinel Academy.

Return to this place that is now full of oppression and horror.

He was regarded as the immediate administrator (chief, chief, or whatever other title he had) of the inquisitors, and in short, during the day he had to sit in that room and watch the black-clad clergy harshly interrogate "wouldn't be sinners."

There were two black-clothed priests in charge of the interrogation, all of whom were much older than Mo Shi, and they were as solemn and stern as stone sculptures.

Their harsh words and terrifying tones made Mo Shi, who was just an observer, feel cold, as if he had made something wrong. And when the priests asked for the "result", they looked at Moshi, as if hoping to get an approving nod or a look of reverence from Moshi.

But Mo Shi just lowered his gaze and looked at the clearing in front of his toes.

What can he say? He doesn't think there should be such a thing as "well] adultery." But he knew what kind of logic religious people followed: just like the one in the Christian Bible, God asks people to reproduce, but not to indulge in pleasure — that is, all waste of reproductive resources is evil, disrespect, and sin.

At this time, the oppression of compatriots, physical bargaining, and abuse of power became secondary matters. The Inquisition had no interest in those.

Mo Shi laughed sarcastically in his heart, and at the same time, he warned himself not to say more than half a word.

He controlled himself and demanded that he sit here motionless.

A few days passed, and he quickly managed to turn a blind eye to what was in front of him.

It didn't matter if the young people were crying, lying, pleading, yelling, abusive.

The son of the great clan of the White House is arrogant and silent.

The lower nobles of the Blue House were timidly silent.

And the black clergy are clearly well-trained - they are really eloquents and the best of coerced confessions (just not allowed to use corporal punishment, and if they could, they would certainly be more "good" and "efficient").

They are so eloquent that they praise God, then denounce sin, and finally talk about the beauty of heaven, and they tell in detail about the evil in hell, how the devil skins sinners, chops off their hands and feet, puts them in a pan of oil, or buries them in a sea of blood and hangs from thorns.

They cut through the cracks and found the seeds of sin in every word:

"In this academy, which symbolizes the supreme wisdom of the kingdom, there are some terrible things that seem to have happened for a long time, and these sins are buried in the depths. Do you know something?"

"I knew there was something like that in the academy, but I was never involved in it. ”

"Since you've never been involved, how do you know those things?"

"I heard that, obviously. ”

"Who told you? Where did you hear that?"

"I ...... I don't remember. ”

"Since you don't remember where you got it, don't you remember if you were involved?"

"Ridiculous, how could I not know if I was ...... Anyway, I swear I have nothing to do with these things-"

"Stupidity, ignorance, evil, knowing is about – in the Holy Book, God tells the people, 'If you are not blind or deaf, you are guilty of knowing and not speaking.'" Son, you must tell who those who let you know about it, or your sins will never be atoned for—why, don't you want to go to heaven but to hell?"

"I ...... If I ......"

Moshi closed his eyes and silently recited all the hymns he knew, and later he began to recall and memorize the table of chemical elements, pi, the ancient Egyptian magic book, the names of all the ocean currents on the earth—

He didn't want to listen any further.

But he will write down the names of those who have been "denounced". Every name is a "sinner" and a victory for the king.

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