Chapter 41: The Breath of the Dead

Count Goodwin, the governor of the province of Sdi, was now pale and sat in his seat with a solemn expression, unable to utter a word. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 And the only local powerhouse in Stilwell City, the Bright Moon Sword Saint, also sat quietly, as if he didn't intend to give this city lord a helping hand. At this moment, Cardinal Philip smiled and said, "It seems that the Marquis's investigation has come to an end, now can I ask a few questions?"

Marquis Ryric gracefully made a gesture of please, and the cardinal did not ask Mira directly, as he imagined, but nodded to Conzes and said, "Captain Conzes, did you have a direct battle with the Desert Alliance in the Battle of Ferry?"

Conzes nodded proudly, "Yes, my men and I have been at the forefront of delaying the attack of the sand pirates, buying time for the soldiers crossing the bridge. ”

"Sluggishness, so did the Desert Coalition end up defeated by you?"

A look of shame appeared on Conzes's face: "No. To be exact, I was already aware of defeat when the King of the Hill and the Desert Lizard came into view, but the sudden appearance of the Scourge saved our fate. ”

Although he had already been mentally prepared, the words of the Cataclysm Legion still shook all the personnel on the Holy See's side, and Bishop Daqi couldn't help but stand up: "The Calamity Legion, was it summoned by Mira?"

Conzes glanced at Mira and said respectfully, "Dear Bishop, yes. ”

Bishop Daci laughed: "Mira, the evidence is conclusive, are you still ready to deny it?"

Mira said curiously, "I've never denied this." ”

Bishop Ducky's face was full of embarrassment, indeed, Mira had never denied the fact of summoning the undead, but she didn't take the initiative to mention it, probably subconsciously hoping to be able to get through the trick.

Bishop Lyudmila, who had never spoken, asked in a cold voice: "As a human being, don't you know that it is shameful to collude with the undead? Not to mention that the Scourge Legion has invaded our world many times and caused great trauma to mankind. Mira, are you determined to become a traitor to the human side?"

The room fell silent, and the people who had already seen a good fight back just now waited with bated breath for Mira's answer. Mila looked at Lyudmila, and there was a hint of concern in the eyes of Isabel behind her, and his mood seemed to change a lot at once.

In Mira's limited college career, he had watched several debates organized by the student council, and those wonderful speeches from both sides had made him excited, and after recalling a heated debate, Mira asked rhetorically: "My lord, may I ask you, my lord, if the hand with the knife kills someone, is it the knife, the hand, or the person with the knife who is guilty?"

Lyudmila hesitated: "Of course, of course it's that person." ”

"Very well, I agree with the Bishop, that it is the man who is guilty, not the knife. A knife is just a tool, and there is no good or evil in itself. In the same way, summoning the undead is only a means of warfare, and there is no justice or evil in itself, in the situation at that time, there was a wolf-like desert coalition in front, and a wolf-like rout in the back, and my comrades around me fell one by one, why can't I summon a powerful help to save the lives of my comrades?"

The cardinal smiled, and within the Holy See there were often debates about oracles, the Testaments, and canons, and although she was not the best of them, she would never be stumped by a young boy. She smiled and pointed to the immortal sword of the white-clothed Katsuyuki: "This light warrior, from Fuso in the far east, has an evil and cursed sword in his realm: Muramasa. Moreover, even in the West, there are also evil Doomsday Blades and righteous Weimar Dallas Dragon Lances, so it is not right to say that there is no distinction between good and evil in the knife itself. ”

"Taking a step back, even if the sword itself is not conscious, but what about the person who forged the sword? I have heard that in ancient China, in order to forge a famous sword, it was often necessary to martyr a living person, and such a sword was full of blood and evil from the day it was born. In the same way, the process of creating undead by necromancers is also extremely bloody and evil. ”

Mira yelled, "I'm not a necromancer. ”

Bishop Ducky smiled as well: "Yes? I don't think anyone dares to say that they are more authoritative and professional than the Holy See when it comes to identifying necromancers, right? Since you claim to be not a necromancer, how did you summon an entire army of scourges? Could it be that you just drew a circle on the ground and the undead swarmed out of it. ”

The bishop's words caused laughter in the hall, and also made Mira's face turn purple, and a disappointed Mira shouted: "I'm not a necromancer who can refine necromancers, and the reason why I can summon undead spirits is because someone gave me a summoning weapon." ”

"Summoner, what's that?" Bishop Lynch's heart almost stopped, and as a cleric who had studied the magic of light for many years, he could almost immediately tell that Mira did not have any undead mana. If such a person can also summon a complete Scourge Legion, then how powerful that magic weapon should be, and if it can be obtained by the Holy See, then ......

Mira took out the harmonica in a huff: "You see, it's just a musical instrument, not even a knife, could it be bloody and evil?"

With a flash of blue light, the speed of the Wind Sword Master was almost exerted, but to his surprise, a large furry hand snatched the purple glowing harmonica before him.

The Wind Blademaster could hardly believe his eyes, there were indeed a few people in this world who were faster than him, but none of them should appear here without warning. He looked back in astonishment, just in time to see a hairy-faced, sharp-mouthed man in a black robe handing the harmonica to Cardinal Philip.

The cardinal smiled gracefully and took the harmonica, not forgetting to say thank you, but when her fingers touched the equally elegant harmonica, it was as if they were touching a red charcoal fire. She quickly let her hand go, letting the harmonica fall on the table, but coldly spat out two words from her mouth: "Resentful spirit." ”

Almost in the snap of his fingers, a white light appeared on the harmonica on the hands of the three bishops at the same time, and the harmonica immediately conjured up a purple light and shadow, and three translucent resentful spirits appeared in the light and shadow

The crowd in the audience made a tidal sound, although they had heard that there was such a thing as a ghost in the world, but only a very few people had seen ghosts. But today, the inhabitants of Stilwell City had the privilege of seeing horrific creatures only seen in the picture books in broad daylight, and it was clear that these resentful spirits had lost the slightest attack power under the control of the bishops, like a lion in a circus that had lost its fangs, just enough to satisfy everyone's curiosity.

"Oh my God, is this a ghost? ”

"yes, especially the one with the severed head, that head is still dangling, and it's scared to death. ”

"Scary? Why didn't I see you covering your eyes? ”

"Gee, don't worry about the details, you see that guy with a few nails on his chest is so cool, I want to give him a monkey. ”

The three wraiths were frightened, looked panicked, and tried to flee in all directions, but they couldn't escape the range of light and shadow. The spike screamed in despair: "Mira, save us", and in a moment he saw the blonde girl beside Bishop Lyudmila and shouted at her: "Isabel, save us".

Isabel's face turned pale, and Lyudmila's face changed drastically, and with a clasp of her fingers, a golden flame shot out from her fingertips, burning the three resentful spirits to ashes almost instantly. She had just recovered her breath, but she saw Bishop Daqi looking at her with a sly smile: "Lyudmila, are you killing ghosts?"

Lyudmila raised her eyebrows, and was about to speak, when Cardinal Phili's face was already covered with a layer of frost: "Isabel, what's going on, how can that resentful spirit know you?"

Isabel was so anxious that her face was flushed, but she couldn't say a word, and Lyudmila wanted to help say something, and the cardinal raised his hand: "Mad dog, you go." ”

The hairy-faced, sharp-mouthed black-robed man ran around Isabel in a circle, making some monosyllabic sounds coming out of his mouth. The cardinal's voice became even colder: "Mad Dog said that you have a heavy undead aura on your body, but I didn't expect that the spies of the Cataclysmic Legion actually infiltrated the Holy See and became one of the candidates for the Holy Maiden." ”

Isabel knelt down in front of the cardinal in a few steps: "Your Excellency Philly, you listen to my explanation. ”

"You don't have to explain, listening to your explanation is the business of the God of Light, and my duty is to send you to the God of Light. Bishop Lyudmila, do you have an opinion on my decision?"

Lyudmila smiled bitterly: "It is the duty of the light attendant to purify all evil in the world, and I have no opinion. ”

Isabel kowtowed repeatedly, and her forehead was blurred with flesh and blood: "Your Excellency Phili, Teacher Lyudmila, I really didn't accidentally get caught by the undead, and I really wasn't a spy of the Scourge, and I didn't betray the Light Faith. It was Mira who rescued me, and he can prove it. ”

The cardinal chuckled: "Mira, the undead aura on his body is heavier than yours, and he is a more serious source of evil than you, and he himself is difficult to protect, do you still want him to protect you?"

Soon, two huge pillars were erected on the high platform, and Mira and Isabel were tied to the pillars, and they tried to make a move, but they were immediately driven off the platform by the city guards and the samurai of light.

Mira smiled bitterly and said to Isabel: "It seems that this time it is difficult to escape, but with you and me, it will not be too lonely after all." Isabel immediately turned her face away: "I don't want to talk to you." ”