The car stopped in front of a small white building, and Peston looked at the door number with the word Mary written on it and rang the doorbell.

Who is it? A woman's voice came from inside the room.

I'm a friend of Patrigi, are you his family? Peston replied.

With a click, as the door opened, a woman in her forties appeared in front of Pesterton's eyes. Patrichi's friend! Then you come in first.

Peston looked at the emaciated woman in front of him and walked into the room. After entering the living room, he pondered for a while, and then said, Mary, I am sad and reproachful about Patrigi.

Mary took a cup of coffee and put it in front of Peston and said, Patrigi was killed by the church, what do you have to blame!

Peston looked at the steaming cup of coffee in front of him and said sadly, "No, Mary, it's my fault, because I killed him, I killed my own best friend."

Mary asked with a smile on her face, did you kill him? Kill Patriji?

Yes, it's me.

It's true?

Kindness.

Oh, you really killed him! With that, Mary took a step in front of Peston and grabbed the knife from the fruit basket on the table. Mary, who got the knife, changed her expression from a smile to a hideous one, you killed him, why don't you die? Mary grabbed the hilt of her knife with both hands and stabbed it fiercely at Peston.

Looking at the tip of the stabbing knife, Peston grabbed Mary's hand and pressed her against the table, No, Mary, calm down.

Mary, who was pressed under Pesson, struggled desperately, and stared at Peston with a fierce expression, and roared madly in her mouth, You killed my man, and you actually came to my house to calm me down?

Peston looked at Mary under him and hurriedly explained, Mary, listen to me, things are not what you think, I had no emotions at that time, just a killing machine of the church. And all this is the fault of the church, which is why I killed Patrigi, killed my best friend, and now I feel deep remorse for that, so I am here, I want to make amends to you.

Hearing Pesston's words, Mary looked at him like this and gave up struggling.

You calm down, calm down. Peston said as he let go of Mary underneath him.

Mary, who was let go, grabbed the knife and stabbed at Peston again, you die, you murderer, I will avenge Patrigi today.

Peston watched Mary rush at her again, slapping the knife off her hand and throwing her back onto the couch. Look at me, Mary, you look at me, look me in the eyes. Peston raised his hand and said word by word, "It wasn't me who killed Patrichi, it was the church, the bill that exterminated humanity."

Mary lay on her back on the couch, looking into Peston's eyes, not moving. Because from this look, she saw self-blame and confusion.

Mary, I know you hate me so much that you hate me for killing Patrigi, but I promise, I really didn't mean to. If I could be given a chance, I would never shoot. Peston said, crouching on the ground with his head in his hands.

Mary, I am very confused right now, the church has given me everything, but it has also deprived me of everything. My wife was snatched from me by the extermination team in the name of an emotional criminal and put her in an incinerator. And my only friend, Patriji, was even shot dead by myself, because of the so-called emotional bill!

Mary, I was really confused, and I even wondered if all the education I had received was wrong. And the church that gave me everything, I don't know if it's the object of my allegiance.

Mary just looked at Pesson in front of her, listened to him quietly, and waited a long time before she spoke again, do you really want to know the answer?

Yes, I have nothing, I don't know what my value is, I don't know what I'm doing all this for. I keep killing people every day, killing emotional criminals, killing rebels, but they seem to be endless, and they can never finish killing, and I don't know why the church is doing this, is it just because they have emotions, or because they have a collection of indiscipline. Mary, help me, I have emotions now, and I want to know why all this is.

When Mary heard Peston's words, she pulled out a photograph from her pocket, which was very old, and the two young men in the photograph were hugging each other tightly. Looking at the photo in her hand, Mary had a happy smile on her face.

Gently placing the photo on the table, Mary recalled, "Look, this is a photo of us when we first got married, Patrigi at that time, wearing the uniform of the cleaning team, tall, handsome, responsible, and a well-known handsome guy in the cleaning team.

I still remember that one day Patrichi came back and excitedly told me that he had been favored by a high-ranking person in the church called the knight, and that he would join the church and become an honorable priest and fight for the peace of mankind.

Do you know! At that time, the church had not yet developed Passian, and there was no so-called emotional criminal, we had just unified the city under the leadership of the priest, and during that time, everyone had a smile on their faces, and the rebels outside the city were rats that everyone shouted and struck, and they were spurned by the people.

As she spoke, Mary's smile gradually narrowed, and she said sadly that all this beauty and hope had changed with the appearance of Passian. People lost their smiles on their faces and stopped communicating with each other. With that comes apathy, indifference everywhere.

Mary shook her head, put the picture back in her pocket, and said to Pesterton, Peston, the current church, is no longer the church that led people to prosperity in the past. It's gone bad now, so we need to change. And you shouldn't be loyal to that spoiled church anymore.

Pearson, for the sake of tomorrow, with the smiling faces of children, we must learn to rebel, to rebel against this brutal and unkind rule, not to fight for the tiger.

Listening to Mary's words, Peston thought of his children, his dead wife, and his friends. He even remembered the rebel who stained his gloves red with the blood of resistance.

After a moment of silence, Peston sighed, Mary, what do you say I should do?

Mary got up from the couch and said a man's name, Pesterton, go find someone, a man named Gigan, who will sue you for everything, for the meaning of your life.

In this way, Peston left Mary's house, but instead of the panic he had when he came, he had a dream of his own.

Pesston, who walked out of Mary's house, remembered the words of Patrici before he died, I, alone, left my dreams in vain, spread the wings of dreams under your feet, you stepped lightly, but stepped on the wings of my dreams—I can feel that one day you will be like me, I believe you have also dreamed, my friend, Pesston.

,,,Dang, dang, dang. With the knock on the door, the door of Zhu Kunming's room was opened in the dull courtroom.

Your Excellency the Presiding Judge, through that manipulation Bible, Peston is now in contact with the rebels.

Zhu Kunming lay on the swivel chair, turned his back to his subordinates and said, You are doing a good job, Priest Orton. Now tell our people not to pay attention to the rats who are making small moves in the Paxi factory.

Orton listened and asked in a low voice, Your Excellency the Judge, although those people's abilities are not good, they have a great appetite, and after our people withdraw, if they blow up all the factories, I am afraid that the rule of the church will be shaken?

Waver! Zhu Kunming turned around and looked at Orton, who was standing respectfully below, what did he shake?

After hearing the sound of the swivel chair turning, Orton lowered his head and said hesitantly, Your Excellency the Presiding Judge, without Paxian's support, his subordinates are afraid that those people will shake the foundation of the church if they do not obey the discipline.

Waste, after Zhu Kunming scolded, he grabbed the wine bottle on the conference table and threw it towards Orton. Orton below him heard the wind in his ears, hesitated, but still didn't dare to dodge. ,,Smack,,The bottle burst on Orton's head, and the drink slid down his head.

Useless stuff. Zhu Kunming scolded again, got up from his seat, patted the conference table with both hands, and said coldly, What do you think the church rules by? Passian?

Seeing that Orton lowered his head and didn't dare to look at himself, Zhu Kunming breathed a sigh of relief and said in a serious tone, Orton, you think more about it. We rule by the weapons in our hands, by these warriors who followed the priests to fight the world. Pacian, that's just a shackle, do you really think that a little Pacian will solve the problem? No, the problem depends on the more than 80,000 soldiers in the church and our spearfighting squad.

Zhu Kunming looked at Orton below, and said hatefully, Orton, my expectations for you are the highest, and I even want to train you as my successor, so you can't always be such a reckless man. After you go back, you have nothing to do, you have to read more books, use your brain more, otherwise how can I rest assured of you!

Hearing this, Orton's face was full of excitement, and he straightened up, stroked his chest and saluted, Yes, Your Excellency the Presiding Judge, Orton's stupidity has disappointed you.

Zhu Kunming nodded at Orton, and said word by word, according to your ideas, let go of your hands and feet. Don't be worried, you remember, with me, the heavens of the church will not fall. As for the little rebels, when the time comes, they will just be mantis arms as a car.

Yes, my Excellency the Presiding Judge. After Orton finished speaking, he went out with his head held high.

Seeing Orton disappear from his sight, Zhu Kunming's face no longer had the encouragement just now, but squinted his eyes and said, "Jumping clown, it's a pity that my good wine."

Bring the wine. Zhu Kunming sat on his swivel chair and ordered into the empty room.

With Zhu Kunming's words, in the shadow of the room, a female inquisitor who was also wearing a silver mask and a black priest's uniform walked out.

If Orton were still here at this moment, he would have been surprised, because none of the inquisitors in the Inquisition were women.

After Zhu Kunming's cup was filled with wine again, the female inquisitor spoke, "My lord, Inquisitor Rook, who we have installed in the rebels, has behaved a little strangely since John's death, and in the last few report meetings, Inquisitor Rook has also seemed to be preoccupied.

Well, Zhu Kunming nodded when he heard this, and then continued, Luke has lived in the rebel army for more than ten years, and it is normal to feel guilty about John's death. However, as one of the first batch of spearfighting students, Luke's loyalty to the church should be beyond doubt. Anyway, he is not the only one in the rebels, and his actions have nothing to do with the overall situation now, and today's Rook is almost in his prime! After this time, let him come back to take care of his old age, his little grandson has just been born this year, and it is time for him to retire.

Hearing that Zhu Kunming actually wanted Lu Ke to retire, the female judge said enviously, it all depends on the cultivation of adults.