Jeno couldn't remember how he had left the temple or how he had returned to Roland and them.

His mind was in turmoil. The bishop's voice echoed in his ears repeatedly

"There is no plague. You remember, there is no plague. ”

Although the bishop's face could not be seen through the red curtain, Jeno always felt that he should be smiling when he said this.

The corners of his mouth are raised high, his eyes are gently squinted, but there are no wrinkles at the corners of his eyes—it's the kind of smile that has no warmth.

The grinning of a murderer. The executioner's smile. Unusual smiles.

- That's the monster's smile.

"How's it going, Jeno? What's the situation? ”

Roland, who was standing outside the cordon, showed a look of concern.

"I ......"

As soon as Jeno spoke, he felt a numb sensation rise from the base of his tongue. There seemed to be sand in his throat, and he couldn't help coughing twice, choking back the words that almost came out of his mouth.

What should he say?

No plague? Are they all the blighters? No kidding!

The Blighters are also druids, and they simply can't harm the forest!

Jeno hates the Karars. Very annoying since childhood.

However, because of this, he knew more about the Karals than the average Banza. He knew very well that the druids were not barbarians dancing around stones in animal skins, that the blighters would not make trees wither, and that the druids could not transform into beasts at all.

The bishop's words may have deceived others, but they could never have deceived him.

From the bishop's words, Jeno knew that something big was going to happen to Bansa.

He watched as the people in the Iris Swamp contracted the plague and died—not only him, but everyone in his team saw the whole process clearly. From the beginning of the cold, dizziness, weakness. Nausea, vomiting, convulsions, then blood stains emerge from the body, and finally death quickly.

By the time he and his friends entered the Shrouded Jungle, only a quarter of the village's people had died. But after less than three days, there was no one left inside. Even traces of their existence have been erased.

Then, as if the officials didn't know anything. Not to mention not declaring war on Caral and handing over diplomatic rhetoric. No one was even sent to search.

It's as if they knew about it from the beginning and acquiesced to it.

can make the official compromise, so who did it, Jeno can understand it after a little thought. And I felt chills all over my body.

This almost turned the worldview that Jeno had cultivated over the course of fifty years. However, the facts were laid out before his eyes, and he could not be unbelieving.

It was clear that the gods wanted to hide the plague at all costs—in other words, to show that even the gods had no problem with the plague. Otherwise, His Majesty will definitely drive out the plague.

Since even the gods can't dispel it, it undoubtedly means that this can't be the punishment of the gods for Karar.

Maybe now the gods are expecting Khalar to develop a solution to the plague, or maybe they're going to watch Khalal melt into the wind that comes up from hell - but either way. It was completely inconsistent with his imaginary impression of a merciful god.

…… Kill them? Chop off their tongues? There could be no plague in Bansa? This is more aristocratic than nobles, more like a murderer than a murderer, where is it like a bishop to say it!

He was glad that the confessional had a red curtain. At least it kept the bishop from seeing the angry almost distorted look on his face.

But even though he was almost carried away by indignation and dissatisfaction, Jeno finally hesitated.

His companions, no matter which one Jeno did, didn't want them to die. It was not easy for them to save a life from the shadow of the dragon wing. They still have parents, children, and siblings to support. Because of this, they are so desperate to take on tasks to earn money. If they die. Or if you lose your combat effectiveness, there will definitely not be only one person who will die.

For the first time. Jeno felt the weight of his life on his back.

According to his own personality, Jeno would never give up the opportunity to make the truth public. But this time it was different, this time his stake was no longer his own life, but the lives of his companions, even innocents who were several times their size.

One is to make the truth of the plague public at the cost of dozens of lives, so that people can recognize the truth as soon as possible; Or swallow poisoned sugar. Choose silence in exchange for a stable life.

There's no choice at all......

Jano opened his mouth and swallowed the words that came to his lips again.

“…… OK. ”

Met Roland's gaze, Jeno hesitated for a moment, then replied, "The merciful Bishop has decided to forgive my sins......"

Of course. It was after taking the money.

Jeno made up the second half of the sentence with hatred in his heart.

"Huh? Is it? But I don't think your face is very good. Did he make any harsh demands on you? ”

Lilia asked bluntly.

"It's okay, as long as it's ......"

Halfway through speaking, Jeno's face suddenly froze.

It was at this moment that he suddenly realized something.

Even if he could silence his buddies, he couldn't interfere with the Roland trio. Neither in terms of position nor in terms of force, he had no possibility of interfering with Roland's decision.

…… No, which side was Roland on before that?

He told Roland about the plague at the beginning. It seems that Roland does not seem to know about this.

However, the Bishop said that the opinion of all the temples of Bansar had been unified......

Is Roland acting, or is the bishop lying? Or is it that Roland hasn't learned about it yet? So do you want to tell him?

The constant rush of thoughts made Jeno's brain a mess. He couldn't think rationally at all.

However, Roland's silver-gray pupils kept staring at his face, and an illusion that seemed to be seen through made his back stand on end.

Suddenly, Roland smiled brightly.

He leaned his face to Jeno and asked softly, "Just ...... Hiding the plague in Bansa? ”

The sudden fear instantly caused Jeno's pupils to shrink to the limit.

As if he had gotten the answer he wanted from Jeno's face, Roland raised his face and laughed heartily three times.

The expressions of the surrounding guards suddenly became a little serious, and their right hands unconsciously rested on their waists, but they didn't dare to pull out their weapons.

However, the next unfolding made everyone's eyes, including Lilia, widen.

"If I see the sun shining in the sky, my heart will rejoice."

Roland prayed loudly without warning: "This light is born from all four realms, rising from the east, hidden from the west, **** endlessly." ”

Suddenly, a dense golden flame poured out of him.

After switching the realm to [Sun], Roland's Holy Flame also changed its attributes.

The scorching, dazzling flame terrified the guards of order around them, and they retreated one after another.

It's fine if it's an ordinary person who has nothing to do with God. It was because they were Templars that they could perceive what a glorious light was shining on Roland at this time.

It was a flame far beyond the scale of the bishop. Roland's whole body melted into the golden flames, and the three-meter-tall holy humanoid stood majestically, and the divine power was immense. The Guardian of Order couldn't even breathe, so he could only kneel tremblingly and fall to the ground.

"Bold!"

An old and angry voice sounded from afar: "This is the ...... of the gods"

"-You're bold!!"

A roar far louder than the old man's roar rolled through the air like rolling thunder, easily suppressing the man's voice.

"Receiving bribes. Bribes, concealing the plague, misinterpreting the divine will, mutilating the innocent—you are the boldest! Extremely daring! Sin is unforgivable! (To be continued.) )