Being watched by so many people for a while, Luo Jia's mind was a little dizzy, and he couldn't help falling backwards, being held firmly by Shelley. The priest on the high platform met his eyes and smiled strangely.

That smile was simple, and even kind, but it aroused a strange fear in Xiao Yuan's heart. The priest raised his hands in the air, a simple gesture that made people look at him again.

"Sons of Bethlehem!" He shouted, "Aren't your food and water clean?" Don't you live in boundless bliss that far surpasses the promise of all the saints! Haven't you achieved something that surpasses all miracles? ”

He paused dramatically to make room for the crowd's explosive approving. From Roga's point of view, it was as if the priest had been lifted up by a pair of hands stretched out towards him. He was in the center of the frenzy, and gently extended a hand to Luo Jia, and this seemingly tangible wave hit the young primordial body again.

"Now tell me, do you need an eternal King to dictate to you? Let you be unkempt and meditate all day long? If anyone wants to return to that difficult life, let him follow him and teach them the joy of asceticism and temperance. Bethlehem offers nothing but unbridled pleasure to her children, for we are as hungry as our queen! ”

Luo Jia's breath had stagnated, not because of the tsunami of approval and resentment, but because people had turned their heads to make hostile looks. Just now, just now! In the blink of an eye, his white, beautiful faces took on the characteristics of decay in a moment. Closest to him was a red-haired girl with frenzy written on her pretty face. Did her rosy lips really suddenly turn into a sharp mouth shaped like a lamprey?

Shelley let out a chuckle from behind him. "Look closely, you have a lot to learn."

"Tell me, O free people, what to do to those who seek to deprive you of boundless joy, to those who seek to deceive your parents, your husbands, and your children? You may have rational and clear eyes, but your loved ones may be bewitched by his lotus tongue and leave this paradise to walk barefoot in the desert. Can you tolerate it? ”

"Can't!" The red-haired girl waved her arms and shouted loudly. Luo Jia finally recognized her as the girl who gave her fruit. But didn't she reach out and lift herself up, and didn't she give him generously? She—didn't she raise a heart full of mercy and sweetness in this heavenly place? Why, then, is it that her dark green eyes are full of ferocity, and she spits out her forked tongue, as if she is thinking about where to take her mouth?

"It's time for us to go." Helriben said softly, and Roga heard her move her joints.

"Nope." The original body said, staring at the priest on the high platform. "I'm going to debate with him."

The banshee's eyes widened slightly, and before she could say anything, Shelley gently grabbed her wrist. So Helriben put down her hand and sighed.

"You are the king." She said.

Narek remained silent as usual, just silently guarding behind the Primordial.

Luo Jia took a deep breath and walked through the passage that the crowd had left behind. Shelley took his hand gently, the cold touch clearing his dizzy mind.

He trodden through the substantial, ill-intentioned gaze of the people, and finally reached the priest's side. Strangely, when he stood next to him, Luo Jia found that the other party was far from being as tall as he looked from afar. He also looked to have lost his charm of navigating the crowd frenzy.

"You're done," the little primordial looked at the other party earnestly, with a raised face. "Now it's my turn."

The priest looked at him, his lips twitching slightly, and the preacher's look of compassion almost burst. But the other party quickly raised his eyebrows and smiled at him: "You have a good fighter. He was referring to a few people behind Luo Jia. They can cut my throat in half a second, but young king, it won't help. ”

"Don't worry about them, I'll only fight you with words." Luo Jia replied.

"You are a noble man, completely different from your childlike appearance." The priest smiled, his speech strangely very rational, and his tone could be described as respectful, very different from the previous one. "My name is John, and if I had met you in the early years, I might not have been able to control my knees. But you are too late for those people to hear any truth except in the scriptures that encourage their recklessness. So I suggest you go quickly and leave far away. ”

"If you know, why don't you teach them?" Luo Jia said solemnly.

"The most pious and the least pious wear priestly robes, but those who love to speak the truth always die early. Burning at the stake is accustomed to dealing with those who cannot control their tongues and spit out their conscience. Look at these good people below, if what you say upsets them, they will pick coal on your fire. ”

"I know."

John sighed. "Then go ahead and I'll make your fire a little hotter."

People have been whistling out bored with their conversations. Luo Jia turned around and faced the crowd under the high platform. For the first time, he felt small and elevated. If these people swarmed up, they could tear him to pieces with their teeth, not even at the stake. Shelley squeezed his hand from behind.

"Don't worry, I'm here." She said.

Luo Jia calmed down a little. He swallowed and spoke to the crowd with a shudder: "First of all, I want to say to you that I have never been a miracle. I was a man through and through, inexplicably connected to this city, unheard of of any salvation or penance. ”

The crowd fell into a bewildered silence, their eyes sparkling.

Helriben looked at the little figure. She was ready for battle. The reason why she is not popular in this city is because she is too sensitive and too bad at pretending to be stupid. Inexplicably, she sensed something was wrong and raised her head slightly.

There is a star there. Her extraordinary eye searched for that little light. But it shouldn't have been—the first Twilight Stars weren't there.

"Secondly, your life is an unsustainable miracle." Luo Jia dropped this sentence and shook the crowd.

"Look around you, have you ever had an old or childish face? How can a city be full of youthful and beautiful looks? Along the way, I didn't see a single person who was plagued by illness or sorrow, but what kind of real life can always be joyful? Now that I have become your king, the king will ask you. Bethlehem, where have you hidden the unfortunate and unbeautiful? ”

The star was brighter, and it was getting bigger, spreading like a scalding hole. Helburn could barely hear the angry shouts of the people. They swarmed up and stretched out their hands to attack the heresy. If it weren't for the respect for the templars and the priests, they would have rushed up and dragged Luo Jia down.

But Luo Jia just stood there, quietly watching the frantic crowd below. His violet eyes didn't blink

The priest raised his hand, stopping the noisy crowd. He took a deep look at the primordial and then said to his followers, "Let us put the stake at the stake and see if this so-called king can be reborn in the fire." ”

Luo Jia's first reaction was to laugh. Fogrem told him the story of the Inquisition in Guterra. He didn't expect that after 10,000 years, human creativity would remain so unchanged. He stopped Narek and Helriben with his gaze, leaving a few robed acolytes to support him.

"I kept my promise." He said this at the blackened cross.

"Then I will fulfill mine too." John replied.

The rack was wide and rough, and Luo Jia was pressed tightly against it, and wooden thorns pierced through the robes and into the flesh. The acolytes took out rough hemp rope and expertly tied his joints to ensure that he would not fall easily.

At least they didn't nail their hands. Luo Jia thought bitterly. Otherwise, Shelley might have made some joke to cover his eyes but still see.

He's a little frustrated now, but he's not nervous. It's not that he can easily break these hemp ropes. Luo Jia knew she was right. After seeing these people's comical self-deception, he realizes that perhaps this is his innate, his father's motivation for creating himself.

When the flames burst out, but could not burn his skin, these people would realize their own foolishness. They are not inherently evil, and if a prophet could not shut up about their atrocities, they would know that these words were not utter of sheer madness. Then, they start thinking again.

Luo Jia doesn't like to use supernormal abilities to prove himself right, but it does work. The thought of breaking the barriers for so many people filled his heart with pride.

John's gaze interrupted his thoughts. The high priest came up to him with a torch in his hand. "Are you ready, Young King?"

"It is my honor to die for the truth." Luo Jia replied. Aside from his childish countenance, the picture could almost be considered solemn.

"Every heretic claims to have sacrificed himself for the truth." John said, "It is a pity that their truths contradict each other." So I think it's better to sacrifice for what you believe in. Believers are the most selfish group of people, they never care what God is like, only what God is like in their own hearts. ”

He threw the torch into the firewood at Roga's feet.

The tongue of fire licked the corners of the original body's clothes, making his body and heart warm.

My father created me to bear the truth that people can't bear, and to bear the pain that people can't bear. He thought proudly. I will do my best.