"What a sophistry!", said Father Donovan aloud suddenly. His voice was loud and immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

"Lady Medea, since you keep claiming that this world was created by the so-called god of magic, then I ask you. Is there any magic that can create life? Is the shining sun in the sky created by magic? Is the bright moon in the night sky created by magic? Is the vast sea created by magic? Is the endless sky created by magic? Is this vast world and all living beings created by magic?"

He asked in a loud voice in one breath, with a compelling momentum. Then, without waiting for Medea's answer, he preached to the people like a speech: "Throughout the ages, I wonder how many sages have thought and explored: how did this rich and colorful world come into being, and who created all these complex and complex things?"

"After all the explorations and discoveries, people finally realized that this world was created by an all-knowing god. Because the world is so vast, too colorful, and so beautiful that it exceeds the limits of our imagination. Who could create such a world but that god?"

"It is because we are afraid of this world beyond our imagination and common sense that we fear that God. It is because we are grateful for the world that has given us food and allowed mankind to thrive for generations to come, that we are grateful to that god. ”

It is for this reason that the Holy Religion was born. If we don't know how to fear, then we will bring about our own destruction in a lifetime of arrogance. If we don't know how to be grateful, then the so-called morality of propriety, righteousness, honesty and shame will fall apart. ”

"It is precisely because of our human beings who know how to revere and be grateful to the world, and because we understand the awe and gratitude to the gods who created this world, that we human beings can continue to move forward and continue to grow and develop. ”

"I just want to ask Miss Medea and Mr. Levi, do you still have a little reverence and gratitude in your hearts?"

His deafening speech was emotional and coherent. Even Father Donovan himself was smug and glanced at the room. I saw that most of the people had a look of fear on their faces, obviously shocked by his words. He glanced at the three justices again, and saw that they all looked thoughtful, obviously moved by his words.

It's just that when he looked at Medea and Levi, the smug look on his face froze. Not to mention the look of awe on the faces of these two people, they were not even impressed. What they have on their faces is still undisguised mockery and disdain.

"Bang bang," Medea applauded, "what a beautiful speech, this priest." But how do you prove that the god you are talking about is the God of the Father that you worship, and not the god of magic that I said I believed?", she spread her hands, "After all, you can't prove the truth of the god of magic?"

"Hmph, quibble!Can you answer my question, and is your so-called god of magic the creation of this world by magic?", said Father Donovan with disdain!", said Father Donovan dismissively.

"What's so impossible? The so-called magic is just a power that we humans have discovered and used. In fact, it is not only us humans, but orcs, elves, dark elves, etc., all use this power, but in different ways. ”

"The magic we humans use can't create this world, it can't create life, it doesn't mean that gods can't. Didn't you just say that the gods are omniscient and omnipotent. ", Medea retorted.

"Ridiculous! Do you think that the miracles of the gods are comparable to mere magic, and you are pure scoundrel quibbles!", rebuked Father Donovan severely, believing that he had seized a loophole in Medea's words.

"What's the big deal about this, isn't the magic unleashed by the clergy of your Holy Sect also claimed to be a miracle?"

"So what's the difference between magic and magic?", Medea asked rhetorically.

"Of course there is a difference! As far as I know, in order for humans to unleash magic, they not only need to have extraordinary talent in the caster, but also have to study and train hard for a long time, not only for humans, but also for orcs, elves, and dark elves, who rely more on so-called talent than we humans. ”

"I would like to ask you, what is the difference between the magic that can only be used with such hard cultivation and the martial arts that we samurai have cultivated? Not to mention martial arts, it is the cooking of chefs, carpentry work of carpenters, etc., which skills do not require such a long time of study and practice to learn. Not to mention that the release of magic is more dependent on human talent, and ordinary people cannot perform magic under any circumstances. Donovan directly relegated magic to the same status as carpenter's work and cooking work.

The priests beside him also laughed cooperatively: "That's it, the so-called magic, I'm afraid it's not as good as these inferior crafts." ”

Father Donovan was even more proud, and said as if he was in pursuit: "And the divine skills of our Holy Sect are very different, that is, ordinary people, as long as he is pious and truly believes in the gods, the father can give him the ability to perform divine magic. Doesn't this mean that the Holy Cult worships real gods, and that the god of magic you just mentioned is just a false god made up at will?"

After he finished speaking, the whole square was full of noisy whispers, and everyone discussed: "That's true, what this priest said is very reasonable, that magic is not fake, right?"

They didn't have a good impression of the mage in the first place, and they even coaxed one after another: "Sure enough, it was a false accusation! Burn them! Burn these two heretics! Burn these two blasphemers!"

Father Donovan listened to the shouts of the audience, and felt that the overall situation had been decided, and he did not forget to mock: "After all, if it were not for the gift of the Father, how could the black prison of our Holy Sect be able to hold up the vast magical masters?"

Medea looked at the people in the square, who were shouting "burn to death", and seemed to be able to see the excitement and fanaticism on their faces, not for noble reasons such as defending their beliefs, but more for the excitement of wanting to see killing, hoping to see torture and killing.

"It's disgusting, stupid pariahs. She murmured, spreading her arms.

For a time, the whole square was stormy!