Bishop Megaul, the man who happened to have the same name as the Pope of the Dream Church seven hundred years ago, was the head of the church in the Central Diocese, and Wright was no stranger to the name - the papal decree ordering him to go to the south to preach was signed with Megaul's name.

It's just that Bishop Megaul, who signed the edict, may not even know that there is such a person as him, and that bishop has a lot to sign every day.

The priest of the Light in front of Wright solemnly stated his reasoning, his tone was unquestionable, his expression was reverent, and the man who had been declared an evil heretic whimpered in a low voice—a heavy kick from the soldier might have broken his ribs, his voice tinged with great pain, and the woman in the shabby dress tried to beg the soldier to let her husband go, but the magic of the Decree of Silence still bound her throat and made her unable to make a sound.

Wright fell silent for a moment.

So, what those who fled from the plains of the Spirit to the south are true.

Therefore, the news from the merchants that the Church of Light is massing wealth by persecuting the cultists of the Divine Gods in the Plains of the Holy Spirit is also true.

He looked up at his "fellow churchmen" and asked aloud, "Will they be judged?" ”

"They're already out of judgment," the pastor said somewhat casually, "and what I just said is judgment." ”

"And what will they face?" Wright asked again.

"Do you need to ask?" This time it was one of the soldiers who spoke, "The men were taken out into the square and whipped dozens of times, and the women were put in water prisons for a few days, and then they were sent to the town church after they confessed, and then it was up to the priests to do their job." ”

"The Light will give them a chance," the white-rimmed cloak-hatter continued, presumably assuming that Wright was an ascetic in a remote monastery, with a deep impatience in his tone, "they can take refuge in the Light, and then hand over half of their property as atonement, and then they will be innocent, or they may not pay it—then they will have to go to the fire to see if their souls are saved." ”

This last sentence seemed to be humorous, and the two soldiers at the scene couldn't help but laugh.

Wright silently glanced at the priest in front of him, and then at the two soldiers next to him, he could tell that these two soldiers were not Templars of the Church, but should be the personal soldiers of the local lords - these soldiers would follow the priest to arrest people, so presumably the local lords also benefited a lot from the ransom.

"You've arrested a lot of people like this," he said, looking at the priest in a white gold-rimmed soft hat, his tone calmer than ever, "how many gold coins can you earn for such a poor commoner?" ”

The priest couldn't help but frown, and his expression suddenly showed a hint of vigilance: "Brother, you shouldn't care about this - this is the place for Raven's Church. ”

"Oh," Wright nodded, looking at the positions of the two soldiers next to him, "Holy Light asks me to have a word for you. ”

The two soldiers glanced at each other inexplicably, and the priest in the soft hat subconsciously felt a hint of danger, and couldn't help but put his hand on the holy badge on his chest: "What do you want to do?" ”

Wright said lightly, "The Holy Light tells us to stand up in the face of evil—"

As these words fell, he twisted his body violently, raised his arms, and his huge fist carried a whirring wind in the air, smashing like a stone bullet into the head of the soldier closest to him!

The soldier seemed to be stunned, he had been in the plain of the Holy Spirit without war for many years, and he could only wield his sword to scare and scare the civilians, and he didn't even react to this sudden attack, only to hear a loud bang, and the big fist of the casserole slammed into the soldier's helmet - the steel helmet exploded around the soldier's head like an inverted bell, and then he flew out sideways.

Before he could fly out, the soldier fainted, his helmet deflated in large chunks, as if he had been struck by a war hammer.

After a punch, Wright did not retract his strength, but took advantage of the inertia to directly turn half a circle, and swept towards another soldier with a sweeping leg, who finally reacted at this time, hurriedly jumped back, and then pulled out a one-handed sword from his waist and stabbed at Wright!

Wright had no fear of the sharp steel sword, his hands suddenly filled with holy white light, and then he reached out and grabbed the blade of steel with his flesh and blood hand, the holy light surged between his palms, turning into a solid barrier, and the soldier was horrified to find that the sword he had stabbed with all his strength was actually grabbed by the priest in the robe—the sword seemed to be stuck in the crack of the city wall, and he couldn't pull it out with all his strength!

Wright had sworn not to use the Light to damage, but that didn't mean he couldn't use the Light to defend against his enemies.

At this moment, a wave of magic power suddenly came from behind him, Wright did not look back, but grabbed the blade of the sword in his hand hard, and the steel weapon was immediately full of cracks, and then he pulled and pulled hard, dragging the soldier holding the sword in front of him, and the other hand shook it and smashed the shield in the soldier's hand, and grabbed the opponent's neck - like carrying a chicken, he casually threw the soldier in the direction of the priest.

The priest in the white gold-rimmed soft hat stared, and in shock condensed a divine impact at a rapid speed, but the scorching light only hit the soldier who was thrown over, who was bombarded in the chest by the powerful power of the holy light, and suddenly screamed and passed out in mid-air, while the priest who released the magic could only dodge to the side in embarrassment.

Before he could stand firm, Wright rushed forward.

"The Light tells us that bullying the weak should be rejected!"

With these words, a huge fist slammed into the priest's chest, but a shield with a pale golden glimmer appeared out of thin air, helping the priest block the heavy blow, and his body flew backwards, and the disintegrating divine shield flew all the way like blood.

Wright didn't give the priest a chance to get up, he rushed up again, pinned the other man in the dirt with his huge advantage in size, and raised his fist high.

"The Light tells us that slander and false accusations are more important than robbers!"

The fist slammed down, and the terrified priest recondensed a layer of shield with the fastest speed in his life, and in the next second, he saw that the layer of shield was smashed into countless fine cracks with a single punch, and countless points of light flew out of the shield.

The priest wanted to curse and chant the spell to release any possible counterspells, but a huge sense of oppression shook his mind, so that he couldn't even say a complete sentence - Wright was too familiar with the priest's combat process to give the priest any chance to resist.

The heavy fist rose again, and with the whistling sound of the wind, it smashed against the shield of holy light—

"The Light tells us that greed for wealth is closest to a beast!" "Bang-"

"The light tells us that it is more important to do evil in the name of God than to do evil in the name of evil!" "Bang-"

"The Light tells us that unrighteousness is no different from evil if it is not punished!" "Bang!"

The heavy fist shattered the crumbling shield of light, and the light could no longer protect the priest lying in the dirt, and Wright slammed his fist into the terrified face, which was immediately bleeding.

Wright grabbed the priest by the collar, pulled him in front of him, stared into the other's eyes, and asked word by word, "Do you remember how much the Light tells you?" ”

The priest's face was covered with blood, and his frightened eyes seemed to be looking at a madman, and the words squeezed out of his throat: "Remember...... Remembered ......"

"No, you don't remember," Wright shook his head, pushing the priest back into the dirt, his right fist raised high and falling again, "you're just scared of me." ”

With a muffled sound, the priest, dressed in a white robe and a white gold-rimmed soft hat, was bleeding from his mouth and nose, and finally passed out completely.

"The light tells us to be temperate."

Wright sighed softly and slowly stood up.

The light around him and in his fist to protect himself had disappeared at some point.

He walked over to the civilian couple and bent down to check on them, but the first thing he heard was a low exclamation from the woman—the silence spell that had worked on the woman had finally failed.

"Don't be afraid, you're safe." Wright whispered, and carefully examined the man's injuries—the young farmer's face was bruised and bloody, and he had obviously been beaten before he was dragged out, but his worst wound was apparently the kick he had received from the soldier's iron boots, and he was breathing in pain, clutching his hands to his chest: his ribs were broken.

Wright knew how to pick up the bones, and he dealt with the man's wounds, telling them not to move, and then whispered a prayer for the Light's response.

Only a faint glow appeared in front of him, and it was almost fleeting.

Wright was stunned for a moment, as if he understood something.

But he didn't say anything, just took out the prepared holy water and healing amulet from his bosom, and with the power of these magical items, he finally healed the man's injuries.

"Thank you...... Thank you......" The young farmer got up from the ground and thanked him with a pale face, and although he still couldn't figure out what was happening, he at least knew that the man in front of him, who seemed to be a priest, was saving himself.

"You'd better get out of this village," Wright replied, reminding the other of him, "you can't live here anymore." ”

He knew that what happened here would soon reach the church and the lord, and that the villagers who saw the fight in the distance would definitely run to tell the story, and although he was the one who did it, the lord and the priest in the church would not care so much - and even if the conflict did not break out, Wright knew that it was impossible for the couple to survive in this place.

They have been accused of trumped-up crimes, they have been regarded as heretics by the Church of Light, and there are only two outcomes they can face, either they will be burned to death by the fire, or they will repent and convert in the church, and then hand over half of the family property as "atonement", but for poor people like them, is there still a way to live after handing over half of the family property?

Their land would be taken away and become the property of the church or the lord, and their houses would be no exception, and at best, they would become serfs and continue to cultivate fields that no longer belonged to them—or worse, they would die of hunger and cold when winter came.

All this was predestined before Wright's arrival.

"But where can we go......" The woman in the coarse cloth skirt wrung her clothes in pain, she had never left the village in her life, and she could not think of any way to survive at this moment, "where are we going to survive......

"I've learned the carpenter's trade," said the young farmer, "but the lord will surely take us back......

"Go to Cecil, to the south," Wright said suddenly, "there is your way to live." ”

"Cecil?" The couple glanced at each other, they were closed and ignorant, and they didn't know the existence of the pioneer collar at all.

Wright took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, he looked at the two people in front of him, and said solemnly, "I'll take you there." ”

(Recommend a book, "Quadruple Division", a game, the protagonist is characterized by schizophrenia (literally), a book with a wonderful brain direction.) The author is actually a reader in my group, I don't know if you know anyone...... Even though I just found out that he was writing a book, I decided to take a sip of milk in case it became popular. ）