Chapter 745: Prison
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The cold iron chains rubbed against the bluestone floor, making a crisp sound. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ο½ο½ο½Uο½Eγ ο½ο½ο½ο½
Evan was wearing special shackles on his hands and slowly walked into the cell of the inquisition.
"What a young imp!"
"Boom!"
"I bet he won't survive a day here!"
"Give him to me! Give me! β
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Black hands covered with filth stretched out from the iron railings, and many prisoners screamed together.
In this situation, even if he was mentally prepared, Evan couldn't help but tremble in his heart.
"Hey! Boy, what did you do? β
One of the prisoners asked, wincing.
"I have made no mistake, I am the holy warrior of my god!"
Evan retorted loudly.
"Paladin...... Hey hey ......"
A black-robed priest escorting him suddenly sneered: "Do you think the identity of a holy warrior is very rare? Tell you, there are more than a dozen paladins tried in the Inquisition, and there are many more priests! The guy in this room might be just like you. β
"What?"
What Evan had heard and seen before was the bright side of the church, but now he suddenly came into contact with the darkness in the Inquisition, and suddenly felt some kind of impact in his heart: "My God, ......"
"The gods are great, how can they have the leisure to watch what happens in the world......"
A priest next to him smiled indifferently: "Actually, some holy warriors and priests, even before they were burned at the stake, the divine grace on their bodies has not been dispersed, and they are still priests and holy warriors of our lord, but so what, aren't they still secretly executed?" β
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a tightening of his wrist.
It turned out that Evan had already grabbed his wrist at this time, and there seemed to be a flame in his eyes: "Aren't you afraid of being punished by God for distorting the doctrine and persecuting other divine graces like this?" β
"Divine punishment?"
The black-clothed priest smiled: "Since the end of the world, after the previous Holy See as a whole avoided the kingdom of God, our believers in the mortal world have been abandoned!" β
"That's what you think!"
Evan seemed to have understood something: "Although the Holy See is gone, the true God has not turned his back on us, and now the appearance of the Holy Warriors and Priests proves this?" β
"Jie Ji, what a holy warrior with firm beliefs, I hope that after you are burned at the stake, you can still be as hard-mouthed as now!"
The black-clothed priest looked at him with pity: "How dare you hurt Lord Duhuade......"
"Haha! Boy, you've got a kind! β
A hearty laugh suddenly came from the prison next to him: "It's a pity that you don't use a little effort to kill him directly......"
"I swear, I'll do it next time."
Evan gritted his teeth.
"Do you want to have a next time?"
The black-clad priest smiled coldly and pushed Evan into a cell, slamming the door shut.
Bang!
The iron door was closed, and the surrounding light was dim, with a foul smell and moisture, which was very unbearable.
In this environment, if you are an ordinary person, you may get sick in a few nights, and no one will be able to survive half a year.
Even though he was already a holy warrior and his body had been transformed by divine power, Evan also felt weak and uncomfortable at this time.
After all, how could the Inquisition, which was the trial of holy warriors and priests, not be prepared for these people?
Evan's cell was specially crafted, and a formation to suppress supernatural forces was secretly activated underneath, and with his poor paladin level, it was no better than an ordinary person at this time.
"Trial? Burn at the stake? β
At this time, no matter how prepared Evan was, he couldn't help but feel a little flustered in his heart.
"Forgive my fears, O God of salvation!"
He knelt down and began to pray: "Even if I am burned at the stake, my soul will go to the kingdom of my Lord and receive eternal life......
"Hey, hey! Boy, it's rare to see a paladin like you! β
At this moment, in the prison next to him, the hearty voice continued to come: "It's rare to see a rookie like you, just promoted?" β
"You are?"
Evan came to the iron door and tried to look through the window on the door, but found nothing.
"What do I ...... Once a paladin too! β
The voice sighed: "Since I was successfully promoted, I have joined the church, and I have had a pretty good time, but unfortunately the current Pope Jay is too ambitious, I am only a little dissatisfied with his way of modifying the doctrine, and after a few complaints, I was locked up......"
"That's ...... so"
In Evan's heart, since the Inquisition is all bad people, the one who is locked up here should be a good person, right? Not to mention that the other party is still a holy warrior! Although it was once......
"Wait...... Ever? β
Evan asked incredulously.
"That's right......"
The other party's voice was bitter: "Since I was imprisoned here, I have questioned the God of Salvation, and you have seen the end ......of it."
For priests and paladins, wavering in faith is definitely a major event that damages the foundation.
In particular, being deprived of the divine grace of the priest and the holy warrior basically means that the other party has given up their faith.
"Ironic, isn't it?"
The voice continued, "When they were first caught, the paladins and priests were innocent, but when their faith was shaken and their priesthood was stripped of their priesthood, the inquisition convicted them of their crimes, and instead became justified! β
"That's why this place is also known as the 'Grave of Faith,' and I sincerely wish you to persevere......"
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"The grave of faith?"
Evan understood it all at once.
Human beings are fickle, and even more so in times of despair, where unbelievers can become devout, and devout believers are just as likely to abandon their faith in despair.
If these priests and paladins did so, the Inquisition would have no worries about judging them.
"In that case, uncle, you ......"
"I've been holding on until now, but it's really hard to control my mind, especially in this environment......"
The other party replied with a wry smile: "Maybe, I will be burned at the stake with you tonight!" β
"Burn at the stake......
Speaking of which, Evan doesn't have any confidence.
Originally, he was sure that Robin Paladin would come to his rescue, and what he had done was not a big mistake.
But since he was in this prison, he knew that he was still naΓ―ve.
Does it matter to those in positions of higher authority the size of their sins?
Look at so many holy warriors and priests, aren't they just fabricating accusations and executing them at will?
A deep despair suddenly enveloped Evan's heart.
He now began to understand why the prison was called the 'Grave of Faith'.
"It's time for dinner!"
As the outside light became dimmer and dimmer, a gong-like sound sounded outside the cell.
The iron door was opened and a few pieces of roasted kudzu and a glass of water were brought in.
"Enjoy the Last Supper, boy!"
The jailer's voice was playful, and his footsteps faded away.
Evan looked at the muddy water, which was full of suspicious objects floating in it, and the foul-smelling, black, half-scorched kudzu, and he had no appetite.
"Damn it!"
An irritability hit his mind, causing him to hold Kudzu and slam it against the door.
Syllable!
The roasted kudzu is torn apart, revealing one of the small notes.
"Huh?"
Evan picked it up and found a small line written on it: "Pure faith, I will come to save you!" β
"It must be Robin Paladin!"
At this moment, Evan shed tears of gratitude, and even more ashamed of his wavering.
The arraignment came very early.
Almost just after dinner time, Evan was taken to a temple by two grim-looking black-clad priests.
"Referee Gandorf, Captain Robin, and...... Pope? β
When he saw these people, Evan's heart sank.
In any case, this kind of battle is too overkill to use against oneself.
"See the Pope!"
He saluted Jay.
"Your name is Evan, a paladin who has recently become my lord, but you have injured many innocent mortals on that day and abused the divine power bestowed by our lord?"
Jay asked in a calm voice, "Is that so?" β
"Not really!"
Evan stood up abruptly and straightened his back: "Your Excellency, please listen to my explanation!" It was all caused by Duward, who hurt my family......"
"Even so, you shouldn't violate the precepts of the Holy Warrior and attack ordinary believers!"
Pope Jay frowned: "According to the precepts, how should he be punished?" β
"You should expose your body in front of the idol and be beaten with rattan and repent a hundred times!"
Gandalf replied in a rigid voice.
"Huh?"
Evan looked up in surprise, a little unbelievable that the other party would let himself pass so easily.
"But this is not the only thing involved in the Evan Holy Warrior!"
Gandorf continued: "He is suspected of participating in a religious heretical organization that is ready to overthrow the rule of the current Holy See! β
"I don't have ......"
Show oneβs true colors in the end! Evan immediately retorted loudly, knowing that he could never admit to this crime, otherwise he would really be burned at the stake.
"And how do you explain that?"
Gandalf raised his hand, and a small note appeared, which was the one hidden in the kudzu root for dinner just now: "In front of the gods, all lies will be hidden!" β
"It's ...... Robin Paladin gave me ah......"
Evan said weakly, but found a puzzled expression on Robin's holy knight's face, and his heart suddenly sank, knowing that he had fallen into a trap.
"I see......"
Gandalf smiled proudly: "Lord Robin Holy Warrior, should you give me an explanation to the Pope?" β
'Could it all be a trap and the real target isn't me, but Robin?!' β
Evan understood everything immediately, but unfortunately it was too late.