Chapter 60/A Dialogue Between Two Second Generations (Part 1)
The Holy City, Mirandor, is a place of sacred and sacred spire of the church. When the Holy City was still called Mirandal, it was already a place with a strong religious atmosphere. Most of the predecessors of these famous cathedrals were built during the Mirandal period. After the church headquarters moved from the south of the empire to the east, it was not transformed, and it had been settled as if it had been rooted for hundreds of years.
The Pope Hall, the Mount of the Holy Tribe, and the headquarters of the Paladins, each of them is centered on a giant church, forming an equilateral triangle, and the sub-chapels of the other twelve main gods are in the form of a twelve palace, drawing a regular twelve lateral shape.
Therefore, no matter where the windows of these fifteen cathedrals look outwards, the scenery presented to you is so pleasing to the eye.
The white sacred temple, black roads, gray houses, devout and clean citizens, patrols wearing white robes and black belts patrol slowly on the streets, and facing the Paladin riding on the towering white unicorn horse, the believers also cast respectful and envious gazes.
But looking at the regular and unique layout in the city, Adolf Leobett, as the Supreme Bishop below one person and above ten thousand people in the church, knew very well that this was not a coincidence.
The glory of the church comes from countless careful plots and sacrifices. For that only purpose, nothing is something that the church cannot sacrifice.
Even his son is no exception.
"Adolf, are you worried about Lamberts?"
The sudden sound from behind interrupted his thoughts.
"Don't worry, we have let go properly. As long as the Silver Rose family has not planned to break completely with us, he will not do anything to the priests."
"Nona..." Adolf frowned.
Like Lambert, Adolf Leobet has a very pure head of light silver hair that is usually only found on very pure imperial people. He combed all his hair behind his head, and his resolute and rigid face reflected a light golden radiant under the sunlight.
It looks like a god's face.
"Look" as he turned to look at himself, Nona hid in her pupils under her headscarf, and couldn't help but show her admiring gaze.
Perfect image, perfect temperament, and perfect ability.
Everything is exactly the same as the unworldly saints in the legend of the church.
This is why more than half of the people in the church think that, like the somewhat disrespectful Pope's crown who is sitting in the Holy See, Bishop Leobert's Cross is more suitable as a representative and leader of the Pope's Hall.
However, there was a small flaw in the almost perfect man in front of him, which made his extremely dazzling resume no longer so difficult to look directly at.
Nona couldn't help feeling a little guilty about the sudden dark thoughts in her heart. In order to divert her attention, she asked Adolf: "But I heard that you plan to dismiss the child's teachings. Will such a punishment be a bit too severe for him?"
"Is that boy Lamberts..." Adolf couldn't help but remain silent for a moment, "Maybe all this is really because of my fault."
"This punishment is very suitable." Adolf said lightly, "That child has always caused a lot of trouble to everyone in the church. I originally wanted to make him commit sin and make meritorious service and repay the kindness and tolerance given to him by dedicating his life to the church. But now it seems that this child may be really not suitable to continue in the church."
"Maybe he is not what you imagined..." Nona argued subconsciously. Lamberts was the child she grew up watching. Although she sometimes felt a headache about what he did, she still felt a little embarrassed to see him really reach this point.
"I..." Adolf suddenly spoke, interrupting Nona's persuasion, "I was still selfish after all..."
"This is the best ending for him." Adolf looked quietly into the distance, "because he, so many people in the Holy See were killed and captured in battle, in order to save him, the Pope Hall could even give up all the others - I know this is your care for me, but such things can't continue like this, so... I finally decided to let go..."
"But have you ever thought about what this means for Lamberts?!" Nona finally got angry, "It is right that you will relax yourself if you let go like this, but what about Lamberts? He was given up by the church and the Lord God whom he believed in, and by the father he most longed for...what would he think!?"
"..." Adolf listened to Nona in silence and then said calmly, "Nona, do you know? I have been thinking about whether I have harmed him, Lamberts."
"There are countless people in this world who will never be able to break through the truth in their lifetime, but no one will be as scattered as the child of Lamberts." For the first time, Nona heard a clear sense of fatigue from Adolf's voice for the first time. "The same was true for the incident of the Black Blood Nine years ago. I kept wondering whether the child would have too high demands on himself. He always had only me in his eyes, and you also know that my absurd title is "the person closest to the saints"... So Lambert was also taking me as an example and asking for his own."
"I chose the church for him, and I chose the path of faith for him, because long ago, I always thought that this was the only right way." Adolf's voice flashed briefly, and then he regained his spirits. "But now I know that it was just my own naive bias. For Lamberts, there might be a path that is more suitable for him waiting for him...and I have bound him all the time."
"For the sake of the growth of children, the lions will drive the children out of the lions, and the goshawks will push the chicks off the cliff. Maybe it's a long time later, but I should probably let go of the shackles that bound Lamberts and let him find a path that suits him."
"...But what if he falls because of this?" Nona listened quietly, but didn't know how to dissuade Adolf for a moment, and finally said palely.
"I believe in the teachings of the gods and the church." Adolf smiled faintly. "Even if he is no longer a priest, he is still a child who has left the church. So I believe that the education and principles he has received have always been, he is not a child, and he will know what to do."
"This is also a little bit of my selfishness. If he really falls, I will take responsibility and kill him."
Adolf quietly looked at the sky south of the holy city, where cumulonimbus clouds seemed to be brewing quietly, but the power of the sun was so constant. Even if there were short-lived dark clouds, what was revealed after the wind and rain would eventually be a sunny day.
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The priest from nine years ago was quietly curled up on the hard bed in the dungeon, frowned, muttering something.
It seems that his spirit has been much calmer than ten days ago, but he still seems a little nervous.
When Ewen Ian pushed the door and walked in, Lamberts just looked up quietly and then moved his eyes back.
But Yiwen Ian could see that the lava-like hatred contained under his blue eyes.
"Good morning, Priest Lambert, have you been sleeping well these days?" He raised his hand to drive away Eofeta behind him. Ivan Ian sat outside the cage and looked at Lamberts across the railing.
"..." Lamberts's gaze swept across Yiwen Ian, then he stood up and slowly walked to the cage, his eyes filled with red silk staring at Yiwen Ian.
Lamberts pressed his head tightly against the iron rod, his expression full of anger and confusion, but he did not lose his mind like he had seen Ewen Ian several times before.
"Heaven... Why am I captured by you... Why is it that I, as a god-god, defeated by you, the dirty black-blooded man? Why is the justice of the gods trampled under your feet by you, the disgusting ant!?"
Yiwen Ian looked at the man in front of him quietly. The other party was twice as old as him. At this time, his beard was unshaven, like an uncle, but his expression and thoughts were so simple and childish.
"Is the cleanliness son raised by the perfectionist father..." Yiwen Ian muttered softly, "It's really easy to understand the dualism of good and evil."
"Justice requires strength to support it. I am better than you, so you failed." Yiwen Ian was not in a hurry. He played with the small glass bottle in his hand and talked to Lamberts. He suddenly remembered that this seemed to be the first time he sat down with Lamberts and talked quietly. Before, either Lambert looked down on Yiwen Ian, or Yiwen Ian looked down on Lamberts, and he didn't talk properly after all.
"What about God?! Can you be stronger than God?!" Lamberts was not willing to do so. "God's wrath is like a holy flame, and it should destroy all filthy Yin suck..."
"Okay." Ewen Ian interrupted Lamberts, "I am indeed not as strong as the gods, and the gods are not you. In fact, because the church is too powerful, I have already planned to let you out."
"..." Lamberts glared at Yiwen Ian, his teeth clenched. He took a deep breath as if he suddenly remembered it: "How strong are you? I will never believe that your strength is really only as the outside world says... "
"Oh...this...this is a deliberate intelligence operation, but since you all know it now, I will tell you." Yiwen Ian raised three fingers, "My anus spell is indeed only at the middle level, and this is not lying to you."
Then he bent down his finger: "But in elemental magic, I'm super high-level."