Al raised his hand, slightly blocking the sunlight projected like a sharp sword, but he didn't prevent the shackles around his neck from being pulled hard. Al stumbled and nearly fell to the ground.

"Go, Al Edward, and get ready for your judgment. Again, that nasty voice, full of inexplicable condescension and deep contempt and disgust. Al blinked, looking at the priest in front of him, and he smiled slightly.

"I have come into contact with priests, who have always been modest and humble, who have never seen themselves as the conveyors and proclaimers of God's will. ”

The priest sneered, and he pointed to Al's soaked clothes and said, "Judges, only those corrupt and arrogant nobles of the kingdom will steal the authority and will of the gods and judge people, but in this world, only the will of the gods, not the ridiculous laws and powers of mortals, can really condemn sin. He held the cross hanging from his chest and said with a humble face.

Al pointed to the shackles around his neck and said, "But it seems to me that what you are doing now is different from those of the powerful? ”

The priest had a disgusting expression on his face, as if he was disdainful of Al's words to compare him to the so-called "powerful": "We are obliged to purge those who disobey God and those who violate God's will to pass it on to mortals, as can we compare with those who are stupid and depraved mortals." ”

He stretched out his hand to Al, "I will not be like a sinner like you, who will be condemned and tortured by his conscience in the dark, so that he will sweat and be unable to help himself. He gently touched his forehead to the holy cross in his hand, "The holy commandment is in your heart, don't dare to forget."

"A sinner in a mouthful, a mortal in a mouthful, is this the so-called fanatic?", Al stroked the slightly wet shirt on his body, and then looked at the solemn black robe of the Father and the shining Holy Cross on his chest.

"Father, have you never wondered why the ordinary clergy in ordinary churches are usually dressed in white robes, and only the clergy in your inquisition wear black robes. ”

"Haven't you looked into the difference between the two?" asked Al meaningfully.

The priest frowned, "What do you want to say, sinner?"

Al smiled and shook his head, and walked first towards the door of the boxy, uninhabited Inquisition, which made everyone smell different. "I don't want to say anything, it's just that I've seen a lot and experienced a lot. So I know very well that there have been several great, pure, and unsullied saints in history, at least that's what is recorded in the books. But no organization has ever been great, pure, and unsullied. ”

"It doesn't matter if they're dressed in black or white. ”

......

The interior of the Inquisition was not as damp and gloomy as Al had imagined, nor did it smell of decay or decay as Al had once thought. "After all, it's the Inquisition of the Holy Religion. It can't be like a prison in the city. Al thought to himself, contrary to what he expected, the inquisition was naturally heavily guarded, and what he felt most along the way was that the oil in the inquisition really didn't cost money.

Every few steps, a flaming torch glowed wildly, making the inquisition so isolated from the outside that it was so bright that it was as if it really didn't want to leave a shadow behind.

El walked a long way under the priest's escort, and the endless corridors and gray-black stone bricks were enough to drain all patience. When Al counted more than a thousand in his heart, the corridor always changed a little:

An ordinary wooden gate stood in the way like a guard. The priest nudged Al, "Go in, behind the door is the Hall of Judgment, where the chief judge will judge you for your sins." ”

Al took a deep breath, knowing that he couldn't escape this fate. He stretched out his hand to push open the door, and was immediately attracted by a large chandelier hanging from the top of the hall, which was shining like a small sun. Al looked a little familiar, and then thought that this chandelier was not made by himself? The crystal used alone costs a lot of money, and Al secretly complained before: "I don't know which nobleman is so coquettish that he wants to decorate such a big chandelier at home." It's just that for the sake of a lot of money, Al didn't check it carefully, but he didn't expect it to end up in the hands of the Holy Sect Inquisition.

And just as he looked up at the chandelier, the door he pushed open was unconsciously shut.

"What an invention, Mr. Al Edward, for in all the years I've lived in old age, this is one of the few magical creations I've ever seen that can bless people. A slightly hoarse and aged voice rang out.

Al followed the voice, and an ordinary old man who looked very ordinary, dressed in ordinary linen clothes, and sat on a wooden chair with a normal backrest, was looking at Al with curious eyes.

"Could this be the chief referee?", Al thought to himself, but he didn't dare to be careless, the more ordinary and harmless the elderly, the more likely it was to be the kind of mastermind behind the scenes, or an unborn master.

Al bowed slightly, "Thank you for the compliment, in fact you are one of the few people who can see the essence of electric light at a glance: electric light was invented for the benefit of all mankind. ”

"Oh, I didn't expect a little guy like you to have such ambitions. The old man tilted his head slightly, "But I've heard that the price of each electric light is very expensive, could it be that when Mr. Al speaks of all mankind, is it true that Mr. Al refers to these few big businessmen or high-ranking officials and nobles who can afford electric lights?"

"Of course not. Al shook his head, "But the emergence of new things, from birth to popularization, is often a difficult and long process. Take the waterwheel common in the field as an example, when the waterwheel was first invented, due to its complex structure and the use of many materials, it was regarded as a high-end gadget that only the landlords and nobles could afford. In essence, it was not originally used to irrigate crops, but to grow valuable flowers and fruits. ”

"It wasn't until the structure of the waterwheel was slowly improved and people's craftsmanship progressed that the waterwheel was slowly popularized and eventually used for ordinary farming. ”

"And I believe the same is true of electric lights. ", Al said solemnly.