"They judge the world, decide life and death at will, and the judge is the greatest sinner—because they need the blood of the living. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" the young lord said in a deep voice.

"Liar, blasphemous, traitor!" someone screamed, trying to rush up and tear the young man in the green robe to shreds.

"Before I entered the Imperial Seminary, I swore to the true god Osiris and gave my life to Him. So, I was given a bowl of holy water—droplets of water from the holy spring. ”

I drank it—in sharp pain, as if burning in flames, and saw my skin festering rapidly, revealing the skull on top of my head. Carter recounted the past without emotion, as if it were his mouth, not his own experience.

"But I didn't die – after that I bathed in the holy spring and miraculously regained my health. Since then I have been given the power of the god Osiris to use spells, and I have been faithful to Him without question. ”

"Look what you're doing now!" the man, who was struggling with the guards, spat at Katralson and accidentally touched the chain where the body was hanging next to him, shivering and paralyzed on the ground.

"Two of the people who went with me were my brothers-in-law, who died in agony because they were 'not pious enough' and did not survive the baptism of the holy springs. No one doubts this argument and considers it an honor to die before the true God. But now, I have deep doubts about all this. ”

Carter frowned, as if suppressing pain: "That's right, faith should not deprive worldly affection. ”

He raised his hand, his robes obscuring some of the sunlight that came in, and his face was hidden in the shadows.

"The Faceless Inquisitors, fearing to lose their lives by drinking the holy water, bathe only in the holy springs and gain great power—but this power decays over time, and only by soaking in blood can the body be reborn—otherwise, they will die in the agony of aberration. ”

Carter pointed to the pool of red bubbling blood and whispered, "These are the people who will judge you—they deserve to be guillotined, they deserve to be hung upside down in chains." They only want your blood. ”

"You should lift their masks and you'll find them like monsters full of bulging flesh and muscles. And the Templars—" the young lord chuckled contemptuously, "nothing more than a splash of holy springs. ”

"In order to strengthen their power, families are vying to send their heirs to the seminary—even a humble monk, a Templar who can only threaten with a sword, can give the family a little more status in the Sanctuary and a greater share of the money—and of course this wealth comes from your indulgence tax. ”

Katralson had a pained expression, as if he wanted to break with his past self. He slowly bent down and lifted the kneeling freedfolk up, while the others swarmed up, tearing off his robes, spraying saliva on his body, punching and kicking his back, and scratching the badge on his chest with his untrimmed nails. It took a while for the guards to stop them.

"The calamity that befell my family made me realize that the so-called faith may be a huge deception, and I am deeply involved in it, and I can see it better than you can see. As long as you have paid the indulgence tax, you can kneel before the temple and pray in peace, without being arrested by the knights, and you will be promised the protection of the true God. ”

"And I, who have always known the secrets hidden by the Larson family, have been tormented by pain—I know that the city has been laid with a circle, and the blood on the ground will seep into the dirt and into the bronze pipes, and it will not solidify, it will remain warm, and some will flow to distant places that I do not know, and some of it will flow to the pools of blood in the Inquisition. ”

Carter was visibly trembling when he said this, and he barely dared to look at the blood red behind him, nor did he dare to face the weeping crowd in front of him. The corpse hanging above his head seemed to express his resentment.

"The Larson family has always served the gods devoutly, and is in charge of the underground passages, and even the inherited staff and sword arrows are the keys to the passages of sin. And the Inquisitors, for thousands of years, have run over our land, one after another, who only know how to draw blood, loot wealth, and slaughter!"

"Perhaps it is because of this that the Larsen family can survive under the totalitarian power of the Sanctuary, and it is also the reason why the power of the lord has been able to compete with the power of the Templar for thousands of years! If it weren't for this accident, I would definitely be arrested by the Inquisition, forcing me to hand over the "Possession of Myelin" and "Quenching Poison", and tell the secrets of the underground, and from then on Paliwa City will become a hell of blood and flesh!"

"Liars, you killed them, you brought disaster to everyone, the Templars will protect us......" The people cried out, only to find that what they were shouting was not proven by facts.

The terrible sight in front of them made their voices weaker and weaker, but the hatred in their eyes did not decrease, and they wanted to vent all their anger on the man who confessed to them.

Carter knelt down in front of the people, the lord's robes, a symbol of power, already in tatters, and he tried to raise his hand to point to the icon behind him, his voice trembling: "Trust your eyes...... There is no God above to protect us......"

"There is truth in this world, and the source of the world is always in motion, and if we listen attentively, we will hear His voice and gain strength......"

The young lord endured the fists and kicks of the people with his eyes closed, and it didn't hurt him much, but it only hoped that the hatred of the poor people would be appeased, though it was not he who should bear the punishment.

"I beseech you to follow me, and I swear by the life and glory of the Larson family until the blood is drained, and to protect the people of the Paliva family!

The angry people found that their anger had no effect, they couldn't breathe well in this eerie space, and the lord's last oath finally shook their faith - after all, they could not have to pay taxes and enjoy money, which they never dared to imagine!

"Ah, after all, that terrible water pipe is buried in the ground of the Inquisition—or maybe this Larsen man is not lying......" Several men pretending to be Orions crumbled, and deliberately knocked down a skeleton, and the big man next to him was almost stunned.

"If you pay the atonement tax, you will not necessarily be blessed by the true God...... When the Manca invaded five years ago, it was the knights of Larsen who protected us with their blood—everyone hid in the city-state, the lord distributed bread to us, and I snuck into the mansion, and he didn't expel me!" said another.

"But the Templars didn't do anything!" chimed in.

"Ah, but this new lord...... It's horrible...... "People turned blue.

"How can the true God not exist......"

"But none of us have burned the icons...... We have long since betrayed the true God......"

The chains of the Inquisition's dome were still babbling, the skeletons above their heads were still swaying in strange positions, and the water of the fountain of blood was still terrifying.

However, after venting their anger, people gradually forgot their fears, and what was previously considered common sense in their hearts was torn open a big black hole. There are two paths before them, one is to believe in the new lord in front of them, and the other is to flee this nightmarish land forever as if none of this existed.