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Sitting on the bed was a shivering young man, who exuded the astonishingly pungent smell of Efaya in heat.

The other knelt on the ground, praying to God and people, and longing to pray for Mo Shi's shoes.

"'Fun', that's an interesting word, isn't it?" Mo Shi paced on the fur carpet in the room, he was thin and not very tall, but at this moment it was like a dark cloud hanging over the dormitory of this white courtyard.

A quarter of an hour ago, Mo Shi and the court's servants forcibly pried open the door.

At first they knocked on the door, but Afaya, who was supposed to be in retreat, was reluctant to open the door anyway.

And when they slammed open the door, not surprisingly, there was more than one person in the room.

The windows in the dormitory room of the Spinel Academy were too small for a person to get out of—when Mo Shi looked inside, a young man who had climbed halfway was only halfway through his clothes.

"An interesting saying," said Mo Shi, who walked up to the young viscount and narrowed his eyes, "isn't it?

The students of the White Academy trembled. He could barely speak because of the burning heat and fear of estrus.

"If you don't speak, how can you explain your sins and repent of them?" Mo Shi snapped.

He never knew he could be so sharp.

The young man—who looked a little smaller than Moshi, was terrified. He shuddered twice, then pointed to the boy who was kneeling on the ground and shouted, "They made me do this, they were the ones!" I was the first time, I had just been divided, I didn't understand anything, and then someone asked me if I wanted to...... Would you like to, be happier, and solve these problems—I thought I'd be laughed at by my friends if I didn't listen to them!

Suddenly, Mo Shi felt a weight on his knees.

He lowered his head and saw the young man kneeling on the ground, the Beya, rushing over and hugging his legs.

"Please, sir!," he cried, "I need money, I need my master's support, I shouldn't, but I—I just want to stay here...... Lord Moshi Toyoho, I have heard that you are not the master of all, I have heard that you also serve others, that you are a retainer of the Firefinch, I beg you, I beg you to think that there is no way for me to refuse the master's request......"

"I didn't force him to do it, I didn't force anyone!" the young man in the White House almost roared.

"My lord, I can't help but to-" The child of Seinoin whimpered.

The sounds are mixed together, sharp and noisy.

Mo Shi stood here stunned and angry.

He felt everything twist into a spiral.

"A ...... Crime. And not one. Many, sin ......"

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The church was involved in this incident and wanted to investigate the "sin of **".

And the Church is far more powerful and acerbic than the just court, they directly represent the supreme power of the Holy Priests, and their motivation is to uphold the precepts required by the Holy Scriptures, which cannot be questioned in the name of faith and justice.

As soon as they arrived, they sealed down the Spinel Academy, forbidding students who had applied to withdraw from the school to leave without permission, all the young people who were in the period of good parenting were interrogated by the priests while suffering from estrus, and all the students were investigated and asked to submit a review and report letter to the school...... There are many more initiatives on the way.

"Lord St. Ant's wants to see you. The priest in red told Mo Shi.

Moshi heads to the Platinum Temple.

As he left the Spinel Academy and stepped into the Platinum Temple, he felt a overwhelming sense of exhaustion that had rushed over him over the past few months, almost bringing him to tears.

White marble, lofty spires, light falling from above, candles, incense oil, the image of a tall empty wheel......

Mo Shi did not worship these things, knowing in his heart that this was nothing more than an attempt by Gothic architecture to give people a sense of sacredness, but it was undoubtedly successful, and it made people like Mo Shi who had no belief in gods feel solemn and peaceful.

The old man sat in the leeward corridor, the sun shining on his layers of white robes. He is like a withered, faded, double-petaled lily, pressed into a dry and sacred bookmark by the book of years and life.

Despite this, when Mo Shi saw him, he felt that he was not seeing a leader figure symbolized by religion, but an older, wise relative. St. Ann was older than before, and he sat there, trying to stand up when he saw Mostone, but slowly and with difficulty.

Mo Shi walked down the corridor, stepping through the fragments of light and shadow, and walked quickly to the old man, kneeling beside his knees, and the long staff in his hand fell on the fur blanket with a dull sound. So the old man stopped trying to salute or make a blessing, and continued to sit back in the sun-wrapped rocking chair.

Mo Shi buried his face in the old man's outstretched hands, tears wetting the holy priest's shaved palms.

"Poor child, poor child. The old man sighed in a low voice, a little confused, but also extremely tolerant. He seems to soothe any child's crying, and anyone is his child. He allowed them to release their pain in moderation before him, allowing them to pour out their doubts briefly.

"Lord St. Ant, I don't know why I did that, I don't know what I'm doing......" Mo Shi didn't even understand what he was talking about at this moment, he just talked nonsense, and looked up at the old man in anticipation of some gentle affirmation and understanding, "Why do I have to look at those dirty things, why do I have to hurt and persecute those who are already in great pain?"

The old man looked at him, and under the wrinkles were the eyes of an old dog like an emerald stone.

The old man gently stroked his hair through the hood.

Mo Shi slowly regained his composure under serene reassurance, his eyes still red, but he was no longer gasping.

An emotional breakdown is never an easy thing to deal with.

He was ashamed.

"King Manka told you to do it, didn't you?" the old man spoke softly and slowly, with no rebuttal in his tone, "You wrote to the Platinum Sanctuary on behalf of the Inquisition's investigation team, denouncing the vast amount of criminal transactions that exist in the Spinel Academy. I don't think that's a decision you can make. ”

Mo Shi found himself holding his breath.

He heard birdsong. The garden here is planted with blue naw trees, which are in full bloom, and those tiny blue flowers give off a faint honey smell.

"Your Majesty, he ......" the mucous membranes of his throat were glued together because of the dryness.

"No, kid, you don't have to tell me. The old man heard his uneasiness and trepidation, "These are just the conjectures of an old man—but this old man has lived in the center for a hundred years, and though I am so old and deaf, I am still blessed by the Lord, and am the nominal supreme administrator of the Platinum Temple." Don't be afraid to talk to me, son, I didn't let you come here to see me, to punish you here. ”

He looked up and saw the old man's witty smile.

"I know that you must have a lot of troubles to confide in God right now, why don't you let me be your confessor? ”

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