Ilkander was the first to come to his senses, and immediately declared the end of the trial, and then had Herodotus' body quickly carried into the temple.

The priests of the Blood Moon Society also went in with them, not knowing what they were discussing inside.

However, the crowd that came to participate in the trial did not disperse.

Just now, under the instigation of Herodotus, many people are enthusiastic, especially when facing those nobles who are usually high.

Many people are bullied by those guys on weekdays, but now the fate of those noble lords is in their hands, which makes many people taste power for the first time, and they can't help but flutter.

But now that Herodotus was dead, they realized what crime they had just committed.

Privately judged and slaughtered nobles, completely exterminated a noble family with a long history, and even offended the real rulers of the West, the Figuerola family.

What if the latter came to them for reckoning?

Herodotus is dead, who will be able to lead them against the attacks of those nobles.

Shapiro is the best example of this, he killed 20,000 new troops in a fit of rage, and the mere recollection of this incident sent chills down the spine of the believers who participated in the trial.

They are now desperate to find a new one to rely on.

And at this time, someone noticed Quintus under the stone steps.

As the high priest of the Silvermoon Church, Quintus can be said to have long been known to everyone in the Scaly City.

And unlike other high priests from noble families, Quintus, who was born into a peasant family, has always had a good reputation among the commoners.

Herodotus had ordered all the high priests in the city to be attacked, but Quintus was only able to escape if he was warned in advance.

At this moment, everyone was anxious, and subconsciously moved closer to Quintus's side.

Some people took the lead, others followed suit, and after a while, the people around Quintus became more and more crowded.

The guards in charge of guarding him were also a little absent-minded at this time, and did not disperse the people nearby immediately, and by the time they wanted to do so, it was too late, and hundreds of people had already gathered around Quintus.

And the crowd was still increasing, and the guards guarding him simply didn't care about it, just threw their weapons away, and didn't know where to go.

Quintus was ignorant of all this, his head was now groggy, and the death of Herodotus stimulated him greatly.

Quintus had always regarded Herodotus as his greatest enemy, believing that his presence would cause irreparable damage to the Silvermoon Church, and this was indeed the case.

Both sides believe in Pisia, a traditional conservative and radical violent.

But it is undeniable that Herodotus did find his own path, and with the turmoil in the West, the Blood Moon became more and more attractive to the faithful.

In this battle of Scales, Herodotus defeated Gwen and his army of 8,000 and almost wiped out the upper echelons of the Silvermoon Church, so Quintus could no longer avoid a question that had always been in his heart.

- Perhaps Herodotus and his Blood Moon were on the right path.

Especially when the people in the Scaly City finally chose to stand with Herodotus, this greatly stimulated Quintus's heart, and he began to doubt himself and his choice.

That's why he's been so depressed in the dungeon.

Yes, he wavered.

As the only remaining high priest of the Silvermoon Church, and Quintus, who has always thought that he had a strong faith, was also shaken.

The mere thought of this was a blasphemy against Picia, and made Quintus blame himself.

But then something unexpected happened, and Herodotus died inexplicably.

Quintus felt as if he was walking in the dark, and he could see some light, but when he walked over, he realized that it was still a dead end.

So he was at a loss again, and it was the kind of person who couldn't go to the village and couldn't go to the store, and he was at a loss like never before.

Eventually, however, he noticed the believers gathered around him, and by this time there were already a thousand of them.

They looked at Quintus expectantly, and someone said, "High Priest Quintus, what are we going to do now?" ”

"What to do, what to do?" Quintus subconsciously said.

"We killed so many people, those noble lords won't let us go, now only you can save us."

Quintus shook his head, "I can't save you, I can't even save myself, not long ago, I was judged by Herodotra and I did, have you forgotten?" ”

The believers were dumbfounded, but after a moment there was a humane, "No matter what, we are all ...... Hope to follow you. ”

"Yes, please lead us, High Priest Quintus, just as before." Everyone gossiped.

However, Quintus never answered, "I can't lead you anymore, because I haven't heard the voice of the goddess for a long time. ”

After a pause, he added, "I think I've lost my faith. ”

The crowd was disappointed, but eventually had to disperse.

The guards and guards did not return, and Quintus walked alone in the direction of the city gates.

As he passed by Gwen's body, Quintus took off his robe and covered the former.

And he himself continued to walk forward.

The cold wind blew on his thin underwear, making the high priest of the Silvermoon Church shiver.

But Quintus did not stop, he walked all the way to the city gate, and the soldiers who were supposed to be there were nowhere to be seen.

Many people are fleeing the city in a hurry, driving ox carts, taking all their belongings, and there are guys who take the opportunity to rob on the road, and no one cares, all of them look like a catastrophe is coming.

Fortunately, Quintus stepped forward in time, and his status as high priest deterred the raiders, so that the goods on the ox cart were saved for the robbers.

The latter, in gratitude, also gave him a thick cloak and two loaves of bread.

Quintus put on his cloak and felt a little warmer, and he ate half a loaf of bread, regained a little strength, wrapped up the rest of the noodles, and walked out of the city.

He needs someone to solve the doubts in his heart and show him the direction again.

Quintus knew someone would give him the answer.

For just over a year ago he had witnessed the man's miracles, not of Herodotus' forgery, but of the real thing.

If there's anyone in this world who is closest to a god, it's that person.

(End of chapter)