The door of the Governor's Office, which stretches on both sides, is made of old maple wood cut down three hundred years ago and carefully carved, and the door frame is inlaid with delicate silver ornamentation, which is noble and full of history.

The office was unusually quiet, and even Agnero's previous hoarse roar stopped abruptly and no longer echoed on the third floor of the vast Doge's Palace.

"Loren......!!"

Anello's body, bound by the Forbidden Demon Ice Spike, began to feel a tingling pain as he was moved, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the mental horror.

Seeing Loren for himself again, Agnero's breathing became rapid, and every time he inhaled, he was accompanied by a slight choking sound, as if air had condensed in his throat.

The noise around him faded into obscurity, and Anello's eardrums fell into a silent void, echoing only the sound of his own heartbeat—a rapid, chaotic rhythm, his hands and feet long since he could not move, and the distance between him and Loren was an abyssal ravine that could never be crossed.

The horror in his eyes, the fear that went deep into his bones, bound him like invisible chains.

The two figures on the sofa, Ranch and Sigrid, sat separately, looking more calm and relaxed.

Ranch sat on the left side of the couch, dignified like a chess game, caressing the pitch-black kitten in his hand.

On the other side, Sigrid leaned back on the sofa chair, holding her chin with one hand, her palm resting on the armrest, each knuckle revealing strength, as if the whole empire would tremble with a slight wave, she glanced at Anello lying on the ground, it was a high scrutiny.

The temperament and sitting posture of the two are completely different, one is as gentle as a poet, the other is as majestic and domineering as an empress, but they can surprisingly get along with each other.

Looking at this atmosphere, Anello's eyes revealed rage, despair, and disbelief.

He had thought that after he left, the High Priest Loren would first control the weakened Catholic Church.

Unexpectedly, this woman seemed to trust each other with the great priest.

Could it be that the Catholic Church had already betrayed the Protos Empire and reached an ulterior cooperation with the Grand Priest Loren......

Anello was no longer able to comprehend the scene in front of him, and all kinds of emotions were surging in his heart.

The feeling of losing everything and falling into the abyss, he couldn't bear it.

Anello was short of breath and his eyes were skewed, just trying to find a breakthrough, but every ounce of reason he had left wanted to tell him that there was nowhere to run.

He suddenly burst into a shout: "Loren!! You sanctimonious, despicable hypocrite! Didn't you say you'd let me go?! ”

Anello's voice was as poignant as a night owl, mixed with all his resentment and unwillingness.

“……”

The corners of Lanchi's mouth were still slightly upturned, and his smile, in this situation, made Aniro even more creepy.

"I really won't kill you, aren't you living well now?"

He spoke, with a touch of naturalness, as if it were all taken for granted.

The brief response pierced Adenello's heart even deeper, and his body trembled violently again.

He couldn't understand why Loren, the always noble priest, was rumored to be so cold, hypocritical, and playful to others, more than the cardinal of the Resurrection Church.

Anello took a deep breath, the last of his strength.

He looked at Viscount Chenston, and his voice carried a hint of fragmented bitterness and struggle: "You have been deceived by him!" He is Loren, the archpriest of the Goddess of Destiny Church in the Southern Continent, and he is the great enemy of the Empire! You will be sinners of the Empire by doing so!! You guys...... You don't know what you've done!! ”

But.

None of Viscount Chchenston and the soldiers of the Guards stood up, and no one agreed with Anello's words, or they didn't care about it at all, but they were still horribly indifferent, staring at Anello without the slightest emotion in their eyes.

They may even become more convinced of something.

That kind of gaze is like looking at a person who is crazy and stupid and completely out of his mind.

Viscount Chingston shook his head and chuckled, walked lightly to Lanch's sofa, bowed his head and said respectfully, "Your Excellency, you are really like a god, and you have said everything right. ”

At this moment, Anello completely collapsed.

The despair enveloped his whole body like ice, even more so than his frozen body.

The few hopes in his eyes were shattered, and he felt like he was about to lose everything.

"He's a big liar! You've all been deceived by this liar!! ”

Anello cried and cried out with laughter, as if he had finally been driven crazy by all this absurdity.

The liver and intestines were unwilling to scream, and every word was like his last desperate voice.

The rest of the room turned a blind eye, did not turn a deaf ear, and no one showed the slightest sympathy or understanding, let alone come out to defend him.

They just looked at Anello in silence, his madness and vanity so real in front of them, while they were just looking at a desert landscape, so distant, so indifferent.

Finally, Lanch sighed.

He looked down at Anello, his compassionate eyes as if they could see through everything, and he saw Anello's soul in the bare eye.

But he wasn't as high as Anello had seen him in the snow.

There's no cat-and-mouse banter at all.

There is only pity and pity, like a kind old principal looking at a student who is about to be dissuaded.

Anello held his hands on the ground with trembling hands, trying to stabilize his body and emotions.

His eyes were filled with utter confusion and horror, staring intently at Ranchi, trying to find a glimmer of truth in his unfathomable eyes, or a glimmer of possible life.

In any case, it was the high priest Loren who captured him, and as a believer in the goddess of fate, he should be a very benevolent person, right?

He said that he would influence himself with love, and promised not to kill himself!

"Loren, let me go, you shouldn't have to deal with me with this status."

Anello's voice gradually increased, and the tears in his eyes also slipped down, flowing on his pale but determined face, with a sense of remorse in the face of death, and as if praying for Loren's compassion.

At this moment, he is like a misunderstood child, who does not understand why everything around him has become so strange and indifferent.

"Son, do not believe in his ......"

Sigrid seemed to be a little angry and wanted to say something, but Ranchi raised his hand to stop him, meaning please trust him and leave it to him.

Ranch still stared at the Son of Silence, and the Virgin's forgiveness had not receded.

"Do you think the meaning of the existence of rules and laws is more important than prevention or retribution?"

He asked.

"It's prevention! It's prevention, and I promise I'll never be an enemy of the Goddess of Fate again! I swear to the goddess of fate! ”

Anello replied to Ranchi as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

However, Ranch just smiled, with a hint of regret and distress in his smile, and shook his head.

"It's retribution. Deterring and reforming criminals is secondary, but those who do bad things will be punished, and those who do not do bad things should not be punished. This is the foundation on which punishment and justice are built, and retribution is its most important role. ”

Ranchi looked unusually serious, and told Anello the correct answer.

Hearing Lanchi's words, looking at his attitude, Anello's slightly open lips trembled, and his empty pupils seemed to foresee his future.

His body grew colder, everything around him became blurred, and even his own presence became so nihilistic.

"Spare me, or Lord Asquesan won't let go of those innocent priests of the Goddess of Fate......"

Anello repeated the phrase over and over again, crying as if it were his only support, but each time, his voice seemed weaker and weaker.

"Why? I'm not from the Goddess of Destiny Church. ”

Lan Qi was stunned for a moment, and asked with a little confusion.

“……？”

Suddenly, Anello also froze.

He didn't know what Loren meant.

Is Loren still going to play dumb and play a scoundrel?

"I'm Rocky McCarthy."

Ranchi raised his hand and said very clearly.

"No!! You're Loren, you kill me, and Asksan will know sooner or later that it's you! ”

As if terrified of the fact, Anello screamed, he couldn't tell the truth from the fake in this city, and the world seemed like a real nightmare ever since he stepped into this office.

But the only thing he must be sure of is his only remaining hope, the only answer that the other party is the Great Priest Loren!

"Ahh

Ranch sighed helplessly,

"Why don't you believe it, everything I say to you is the truth."

Lanchi took out the [Fake Slate-Wind] and showed it to Anello as he took out his Imperial ID.

The document reads - Rocky McCarthy.

"You see, the snow was joking with you before."

Lanch smiled a little embarrassedly, no one knew if he was really a little guilty, or if he couldn't hold back his smile.

Sid on the side finally leaned on the sofa and hugged her stomach and laughed, looking at Anello's stupid appearance, she couldn't stand laughing, and kept patting Lanchi beside her.

At this moment, Anello's eyes widened, and the puzzle was finally solved in his mind.

"Ah...... Ah......h

After being completely reduced to a prisoner, he realized that at that time he had the means to kill the Tyrant Catholic and the Tyranny Holy Son.

However, he was deceived by fear.

Step by step, he was deceived from the gate of heaven to this abyss from which there is no escape.

His eyes slowly turned blood-red, like two beads soaked in blood, about to shatter, a furious flame that had been extinguished boiling in it, about to jump out of its sockets and destroy everything.

Every cell, every inch of skin, trembled, the corners of Anello's mouth twitched, teeth creaked, drops of crimson liquid slipped from the corners of his eyes, not tears, but blood, but proof that he was so angry that he almost tore himself apart.

"Locke-——!!!"

The heart-rending voice of the Holy Son of Silence is also a signal that all his thoughts are gone.

Today's 10,000-word update, the night is tired, begging for a monthly pass!

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