Chapter Thirty-Seven: You Are Not Worthy of This Black Robe
The tower has nine floors, but the remaining two floors are not used to hold prisoners on weekdays because of their special functions.
If you want to enter the eighth layer, you need to open it yourself by the black-clothed archbishop. If you want to enter the ninth layer, you need to cast a spell with the Pope and three archbishops at the same time.
Therefore, the seventh layer of prisoners is already the most heinous and heinous group of people in the courtroom.
But now, like the prisoners on the third floor, they stood in the cage in a proper manner, with their legs spread and their heads bowed, extremely humble.
Even with the experience of the third layer, Flandor was as frightened as Emily, and it was difficult to accept it for a while.
The ancestor-level vampire is only locked up in the third layer. It can be seen what kind of flood beast the seventh layer is.
The natural disaster level is considered the bottom line, and the extinction level is very common, and there are even several wanted criminals at the cataclysmic level.
Any one of these people throws out can cause a terrible creature of widespread extinction. Now he lowered his head like this, and he didn't even have the courage to look at his group.
No, I didn't even have the courage to look at that man.
They were really curious about what Wright had done in the short two years he had been in the Holy City to achieve such an effect.
But Wright was so familiar with the scene that he drove as if he were his own home, and led the group to the last cell on the seventh floor.
This was originally his exclusive room. Nowadays, there is one person sitting another.
He sat there in a daze, dressed in black monastic robes, unkempt and blind.
I don't know, I thought it was a sculpture that hadn't been cleaned for too long.
Even when footsteps were heard, the sculpture was indifferent. Until Wright stood in front of him and laughed.
"The noble son of the Holy Light, is that such a virtue? It's good that your group of little fan girls didn't come with them, otherwise the girl's dream in their hearts would be shattered. ”
Wright...... You're finally here. ”
"Are you waiting for me?"
"I'm waiting for trial."
"Well, because of what."
"Because of my dereliction of duty, my colleague's life was in danger."
"Joanna is not dead yet, and depending on her final ending, your sentence will be different."
Wright looked the other party up and down: "But I feel that before the results are out on her side, you have already finished the calf first."
What, is this some kind of slow suicide you've newly invented? ”
"I'm guilty......"
Adros's eyes were slightly red, but he couldn't even shed tears because he hadn't been dripping for a long time.
It can only be said that fortunately, the Holy Light has always supported his vitality, otherwise he would have died a long time ago.
Seeing him like this, Wright sighed.
Expertly, he pulled out a small bench from the dark corner of the cell and sat down in front of Adros.
"When I left the Holy Capital three years ago, you went to the Orthodox Gate to see me off. At that time, I gave you and Taylor a comment.
I said that Taylor is a stupid cow, but you are nowhere near as good as him.
I still remember how unconvinced you were.
What did you say at that time?
Oh, I'm Adros, nothing has gone wrong so far. All tasks are completed perfectly, and all assessments are passed with full marks!
I'm not as good as this stupid cow.
Now, have you figured it out? ”
Looking at Adros's still confused eyes, Wright sighed.
"Adros, you are a sword made of glass!
Pure and unblemished, extremely sharp, but too fragile.
You can defeat Taylor a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand times, but he'll still be standing in front of you.
But he only needs to beat you once and you'll be completely devastated.
Failure is the end for you, but it is another beginning for him.
This is the most essential gap between the two of you!
People can pursue perfection, because the pursuit of perfection, will be self-motivated, will work hard, will pay attention to details, will be outstanding achievements.
But your pursuit of perfection is not in conflict with accepting imperfection!
The huge Church of Light, which has existed for hundreds of years, has created such a glorious today.
Isn't it also the work of countless imperfect people, one after another?
There are no absolutely perfect people, haven't everyone come to this day? ”
After Wright finished speaking, the entire cell fell silent. Frando couldn't help but whisper to Emily on the side.
"So this person is so reasonable? I thought he was just messing around. ”
Emily couldn't help but think of her family's thriving and positive dungeon, shaking her head noncommittally.
"It's not good to comment, you'll understand after a long time."
At this time, the chief knight also hurriedly said: "Yes, His Highness Adros! His Royal Highness Wright is right when he says that all people are imperfect.
It's okay if you're not perfect, and you don't blame you, and it's not your responsibility to do so this time.
There are still a lot of things in the Black Church that need you to preside over the overall situation, shall we go out first? ”
Taylor also came over to persuade him: "Adros, I know you're in a bad mood!" But there are many solutions to a bad mood!
You see the boss is also back, how about we go to the old family to have a barbecue together? The boss said well, there is nothing that cannot be solved by a barbecue!
Yes, just eat again!
I got a piece of super-grade dragon meat two days ago! And the dwarven treasures!
Let's get drunk! The next day is a new day! ”
In the face of everyone's persuasion, Adros suddenly opened the outstretched hands of the two!
"Nope! That's not true! It shouldn't be like this! Mistakes should be punished severely! Discipline should be regulated!
It's because everyone is like this! The Black-Cloaked Sanctuary will become a place of filth! will breed so many scum! Villains! Those who are in the same stream!
I'm just going to prove it to my father! I'm going to let him know!
Be a member of the Cult in Black! Just obey the law! Abide by your duty! Discipline yourself with doctrine at all times!
Even if you don't do those dirty and abominable things, you can do your best!
I've worked so hard for so long, I can do it! But I ...... In this kind of place, it failed ......"
Adros grabbed his hair in pain, and the chief knight sighed helplessly.
Wright, however, suddenly stood up slowly with his hands on his knees.
Taylor shuddered, and hurriedly escorted everyone out of the cell: "Let's go!" ”
"What's wrong? What's wrong? ”
"The Boss is a patient man, but not a lot of patience. This is over, and Adros is going to suffer a little. ”
Before he could finish speaking, Wright in the cell suddenly hooked up the small bench with his foot, grabbed it in his hand, and slammed it on Adros's body.
With a bang, the latter was directly pumped out and slammed into the wall.
Wright threw away the wreckage of the wooden stool, and as if he didn't find it enjoyable, he stepped forward and kicked it again.
The chief knight was so frightened that he grabbed the iron fence and shouted, "Your Highness! Your Highness Wright! Don't be impulsive! His Highness Adros is only because of his father's affairs......"
"I know about his father."
Wright stopped, brushed two holy healings on the dying Adros, and then kicked two more feet.
"That's why I hit him."
Wright reached out and lifted Adros up to him, staring at him deadly.
"The noble son of the Holy Light can really say it? I thought it was everyone shouting to play, but it turns out that you really want to be a flawless sword?
Any idea why I hit you?
Because you've broken the doctrine!
In the seventh summary of the third chapter of the Holy Light Treasure Book, it is written that white is the symbolic color of the Holy Light.
As a member of the Holy Light, why do you wear black all the year round?
You haven't even figured out what the meaning of the existence of the black-clothed cultists is, so you're here to speak out. ”
Wright threw him to the ground in disgust: "The sheep don't need sheepdogs who cherish their fur, they want sharp claws!" Sharp teeth! And the consciousness of fighting the evil wolf to the death even if it is covered in blood!
Someone, take off his monastic clothes for me! He doesn't deserve this blackness! ”