Emily's face was gloomy, and she walked quickly in the direction of the dungeon.

Doubt is like a seed that, once planted, takes root and sprouts uncontrollably.

Just now, she smelled the strange stench again on the clothes of her teacher Moslian.

As the man said, the smell of death was so special that even if his teacher had used a lot of magic potions to cover it up, he still couldn't completely eradicate it.

Then she took advantage of the absence of Master Moslian in the manor and began a full range of inquiries and investigations.

The conclusion is that whether it is the time of the crime or the physical evidence, his teacher is suspected of a major homicide!

When the facts were in front of her, Emily was stunned.

Years of trust made her never doubt her teacher at all. Perhaps it is precisely because of this trust that the old mage's concealment of the traces of the crime is also very sloppy.

But even so, Emily still doesn't want to admit it. She didn't know why she had come to the dungeon, perhaps hoping that the man's sharp sarcasm would completely shatter her remaining illusions.

But when she came to the entrance of the dungeon, she was dumbfounded.

What about the dungeon? What about a dungeon the size of our Lawrence family? It's still here this morning!

How did it turn into a hot construction site in the morning?

Why has the originally narrow and dark entrance been tripled? Why are the guards at the gate sitting on the stone piers with the prisoners, wiping sweat and drinking water, chatting and laughing?

From time to time, people in the passage carry garbage and waste materials out, talking and laughing in pairs, full of enthusiasm!

I knew that this was a dungeon, but I didn't know that I thought that an underground palace was being built here!

The guards of the dungeon saw Emily and quickly stood up and greeted: "Ah! Miss Emily, you're here! May the Holy Light bless you! ”

The other prisoners and guards saluted: "May the Light protect you!" ”

Emily's eyes widened, and her face was full of disbelief: "Holy ...... Holy Light? Have you all become followers of the Light? ”

Although the Cult of the Holy Light is the state religion of the Principality of St. Grant, and the people generally believe in the Holy Light Goddess, the two groups of people in front of them should have been exceptions.

The cell guards were the private soldiers of the Lawrence family, who had been raised by the Lawrence family since childhood, and believed only in the Lawrence family.

Not to mention these prisoners in the dungeon, if they were really good believers in the Holy Light, they would naturally not have committed adultery and been arrested.

What's more, it was fine here this morning!

The guard's face was filled with a happy smile: "To be exact, it is refuge!"

We were originally believers in the Light, but we didn't realize it. It was Mr. Wright who woke us up and allowed us to return to the embrace of the Light and to our original selves.

Praise the Light! ”

"Sure enough, that guy is doing the trick! He...... Where is he? ”

"Sir, I'm doing my morning class."

"It's morning! What do you do in the morning? Take me to him! Fast! ”

The guards didn't say anything, and led Emily into the dungeon. At this time, not only was the passage widened, but even the stairs were renovated and strengthened to make them more suitable for walking up and down.

The interior of the dungeon is also thriving, with guards and prisoners cleaning up. A large amount of garbage was swept away, and some people carried clean water to splash and wipe it.

The dim and smelly cell was rejuvenated by the efforts of everyone, and the air was filled with the smell of water vapor and dust.

Led by the guards, Emily arrives at the door of Wright's cell.

I don't know when a skylight opened in the dungeon, and a beam of light shone down on Wright's body. In the dimly lit cell, the scene was particularly sacred.

Coupled with his vicissitudes of life, melancholy eyes and handsome face, Emily was a little fascinated for a while.

"Since you're here, come in and sit down."

Emily woke up from a dream, and when the guards opened the door, she cautiously stepped inside.

"What the hell did you do? How did the dungeon become this ghost in the morning? ”

"It's a shame on your conscience, you were called ghosts before the dungeon. Now so, isn't it? ”

Wright didn't raise his head, and shouted, "Come! The slogan goes through again! ”

In an instant, everyone in the cell stopped what they were doing and recited in unison with their heads held high.

"Holy Light Man! Holy Light Soul! The Holy Light is a human being! Fight hard! Come on! A good life in your hands! ”

After shouting the slogan, they enthusiastically threw themselves into the new work.

Emily looked at the scene in horror and didn't come back to her senses for a long time.

"You! What exactly did you do to them? ”

Wright spread his hands: "It's nothing, I just made them realize that life can be beautiful, life can be full of meaning."

The reason why they are living so hard and miserable now is because they have not found the right way.

It's like a fish wants to soar in the sky, and a bird wants to swim all over the world.

The Holy Light, on the other hand, can guide them to find themselves, get their lives back on track, and make their lives meaningful. ”

"Really...... Are you sure? ”

Wright rolled his eyes: "Of course it's fake!" I'm just idle and have nothing to do, and help them baptize their minds.

In addition, the dungeon environment of your house is really poor, so I thought of a reason to fool these people into doing a sanitation cleaning to improve the living environment.

As long as you believe in the Holy Light, you can be happy, so why fight the Holy War a hundred years ago? Are the rebels all masochists who want their lives to be unhappy? ”

Emily, as a nobleman, is naturally also a believer in the goddess of holy light, and she can't help but be angry when she sees him like this.

"As a paladin, do you treat your faith like this?"

"Let's make this clear, my profession is a paladin. But personally, I'm a Light pragmatist. ”

"Holy Light, practical?"

Wright grinned, "It means that the Holy Light is for use, not for letters." A good light is a good light.

Rather than the so-called doctrines, precepts, codes and obligations, I am more concerned about the benefits, conveniences, and privileges that the Light can bring me.

Instead of studying the holy scriptures, he practiced magic hard and prayed to the goddess of light sincerely. I'm more interested in how to use the Holy Scriptures, the Divine See, the Holy See, and the Goddess to achieve my desired purpose or effect. ”

"Despicable and shameless! You're blaspheming the Holy Light! It's even more disrespectful to the goddess of light!

Why would a despicable person like you be favored by the Light? It's really unfair! ”

"It's not your turn to say the word fairness, right?

The annual income of the town tavern is not comparable to the cost of a week on the earl's manor, let alone the tired serf tenants.

I really like fairness so much, why don't you give up all your wealth to help the poor people? ”

Emily's face flushed, but she couldn't think of anything to refute, so she couldn't stop panting.

Seeing this, Wright laughed: "Okay, okay, don't be angry like a little toad, I'm not interested in caring about your nobles."

You didn't come here to find me for the sake of justice, did you?

Tell me, haven't you found anything yet?

Oh, or rather, did you finally find out? ”