As a priest trained in the orthodox teachings of the Radiant Cross, Weber Alexander knew all too well what happened to all those who lied and fabricated miracles throughout history—he could definitely bear Edward that guilt, not only because it was a fact, the grace of the Radiant Cross, but also because the other person was his friend...... One time at a time, he protected his friends.

Edward Witwood was reincarnated from the Starry Sky by the Radiant Cross, and Webb was convinced of the mission of the Radiant Cross, so he ...... This time it's my turn to protect him!

This qiē is a miracle descended by the glorious cross. The little priest calmed down with excitement, and answered the chief cardinal's question with such respectful obedience: "As you say, Cardinal, I am only a little priest, a humble servant of the Radiant Cross, and noble only the glorious proverbs I have recited—it is the Radiant Cross that has sent down such miracles, and only the Radiant Cross can perform such miracles!"

Peter's expression was stunned for a moment, and for a moment he noticed that the weak-looking young priest seemed to have grown taller. But just such a momentary fluctuation of emotions was not enough to shake his heart: "But you claim that it was your prayer to the Radiant Cross that caused such miracles!"

"I prayed to the Radiant Cross, and the Radiant Cross performed such miracles—and I did only what all servants of the Radiant Cross do. Webber shook his head slightly: "I have no power in me - my noble lord, the Radiant Cross has given me only the grace to witness this miracle, and I am a witness and not a doer." ”

"I am only a priest, but this qiē has nothing to do with this miracle, because in the presence of the Radiant Cross, we are all humbled, and this grace, the Radiant Cross, has decided to be witnessed by me!"

Webber finally let go of his right hand on Edward's shoulder, and his thin, thin body stood tenaciously there, without the slightest hint of backing down: "I prayed to the Radiant Cross, and he decided to answer my prayer, or he decided that I would witness this miracle!"

"Oh my God...... What is he—what is he talking about?" the young clergyman standing behind the archbishop turned pale with astonishment, and he even wondered if the little clergyman knew what he was talking about. The old man who sat there had a very calm face, and listened in silence to Weber's explanation.

"Lies!" Bishop Peter, whose face was so cold-faced, was so angry that he pressed his left hand on the hilt of his sword, and loudly rebuked the little priest who no longer had the slightest fear of himself: "As a servant of the Radiant Cross, how dare you distort the grace of miracles so wantonly here, do you think that the Radiant Cross has shone its glory on you?! This is an outright lie, a misinterpretation of the doctrine!"

"The glory of the Radiant Cross shines upon all. Weber didn't have the slightest intention of backing down, he folded his hands and bowed his head reverently: "Because the Radiant Cross is the only true god in this world, and only the Radiant Cross can perform miracles, don't you think so, do you think that there are other forces that can perform such miracles?!"

"Of course not!" Peter's face turned pale, he couldn't even believe that this little priest would actually refute himself, and his pupils were almost torn apart by blood: "But what you are saying is only to justify your hypocritical soul and shameless actions, falsely claiming that you have seen this miracle, and then complete your sinister intentions!"

"I don't think we need to go any further, this little priest is a hypocritical liar, trying in vain to use his falsified teachings to accomplish those vicious and despicable purposes!" The chief cardinal pulled out the long sword at his waist and turned his head to look at the old man sitting there: "Archbishop, we need a judgment - only the flame can discern the real gold, and only the flame can see the truth and the false!"

In an instant, the little priest's body trembled, of course he knew what the other party meant by the judgment, he had seen it in the books of the church at Fort Hague, heard it from the bishop's mouth, and the final judgment to test the authenticity of the faith - burning at the stake!

"I think it's better not to jump to conclusions right away, at least not enough to justify that kind of thing. Archbishop Castro stretched out his hand, and the young priest on the side hurriedly stepped forward to support the old man, and slowly got up from his chair: "Moreover, don't you think this child's answer is justified?"

"The devil is best at deception and lies to cover up his hypocrisy and treachery. Bishop Peter looked cold: "This is not enough evidence at all!"

"And you, squire Edward Witwood, have been silent since the beginning. The tired and old archbishop slowly turned his gaze to the black-haired boy sitting there: "Aren't you going to defend yourself?"

Edward smiled, he knew that the old man had been so silent, and sooner or later he would find him, and he stood up from his chair with great calm: "I am only a squire, and I have received an unimaginable grace in the glory of the Radiant Cross. But, in fact, I didn't know if I was really resurrected, it was like a dream to me, and I just woke up from my sleep. ”

"Listen, he's already exculpating himself before the trial!" Bishop Peter turned his head away with disdain, as if looking at Edward twice would make him feel sick.

The little priest still stood there with an unchanging face, convinced that Edward could not have betrayed himself - of course, if it had allowed him to live, he did not mind being a glorious martyr and defending his faith in the flames - for this was his friend, and he had protected his friend again and again, and this was his only chance to protect him!

"However, I am convinced that Weber Alexander will never lie, he is the most devout believer in the Radiant Cross of all the priests I have ever met!" Edward put his right hand on his chest and bowed deeply to the old man, "and I am sure you will feel the same way after meeting him." ”

"Come on, kid. The old man looked at him in some surprise, and then beckoned to the little priest kindly: "Your friend thinks highly of you, and in fact, that brother of mine once said something similar—Weber Alexander's piety was enough to put half of the clergy in the kingdom of Turin to shame. ”

"You're too much of an award, I, I'm ...... I can't afford such praise!" The little priest's face, which had just been calm, turned red at once, like an introverted and shy boy, and with trembling hands, he picked up his crutches and staggered towards the archbishop.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then, as if he had guessed something, stretched out his right hand to stop the little priest, and the bright eyes under his tired face stared at Webb's feet: "Take off your boots." ”

"Uh...... Yes, sir. Although he didn't understand why, Webber still obediently untied the straps on his legs and took off the boots. With a look of curiosity, Bishop Peter and the young priest standing behind the old man could not help but look over, and then both of them could not help but take a long breath, their eyes full of consternation.

The feet were almost swollen, the soles of the feet were full of ruptured blood blisters, and there were many lacerations and blood scabs among the remaining blood stains, as if they were rotten flesh that smelled of rancidity.

Even Webb's calves were full of ruptured wounds, and the skin on his knees was even completely rotten, revealing the red and tender muscles inside, which were still oozing blood to the outside, and the originally pale skin became like a piece of rag that had been torn into countless pieces.

The three people present were all clergy, and of course they knew that the soles of the little priest's feet, calves, and knees would become like this, and for what reason, the atmosphere that had been cold just now suddenly became surprisingly quiet. The little priest's simple face, which was still a little immature, seemed to have become a lot more dazzling all of a sudden.

Now everyone is convinced that Weber Alexander, who has walked step by step from Fort Hague to this glorious cross church thousands of miles away, even Bishop Peter, who had just frowned coldly, now looks at Weber's eyes much softer.

"It looks like you do deserve the compliment, if not more than that. The old man's kind face showed a slight smile of pity: "Who can doubt such a pious priest?"

"So, today we don't have any judgment, and we don't have a verdict - I need time to think about this and then make a decision after more detailed verification. Walking forward slowly, Archbishop Castro gently stroked Webber's cheek, and then looked at Edward, who was standing beside Webber, and the calmness in the eyes of the dark-haired boy actually surprised him a lot.

"You will be treated by the Radiant Cross Church today, and you will rest here as guests and wait for the final verdict!" With that, the old man seemed to be a little out of breath and turned his gaze to the chief cardinal, who had fallen silent, "This is my verdict, dear Catholic Peter, do you have any objection?"

"I ......" The middle-aged man opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he was blocked by the old man's gaze, let out a long sigh, and put his sword back: "I respect your decision, Archbishop Castro!"

(To clarify the mistake, I apologize here, the length of the wall in chapter 50 is 6,000 meters, and one hand trembles into 6,000 kilometers, and suddenly it becomes a great wall...... Uh, if you think we're still sincere, can you give more tips and get a few recommendation tickets?)