Chapter 9/Strangulation plan for Evan Ian, Church side
The eastern part of the empire, the holy capital, the Underground Cathedral of Theodore,
The temple, or chapel, the gods made an agreement with their believers at the beginning of the establishment of the Church by the Holy Twelve Apostles - no matter where they built the temple, whether the building was luxurious or simple, solemn or
Whether it is low, decorated with gold and silver or plastered on the walls, as long as the dome of the chapel can reach the sky, the gods will definitely respond to the believers.
Therefore, even in the headquarters of the Sunnah Tribunal, the Great Cathedral of Theodore, which is deep underground, there is an open-air chapel with a sky-like dome that reaches straight to the sky.
The gorgeous purple dusk slanted in from the sky, and the golden sunlight turned into the supreme divine brilliance, which was sprinkled on the silver diamond-shaped emblem on the empty altar.
"I beg the gods to listen attentively, we are not trying to steal your divine power."
In the empty chapel, a girl in white robe with chrome hair and a black ribbon tied behind her head knelt under the altar, closing her eyes and praying.
"Even though I am not a person of destiny, I still beg the gods to give me hope."
The golden divine light shines on the girl's white cheeks with a hint of cherry color, which is too holy to be desecrated. The girl's appearance is so pure and innocent, with a trace of childishness, as if she is the son of God, she is
She is a saint, she is that thing without stain or filth.
"Although I know that everyone in the world has their own good and evil, I am still willing to punish those who do so and eliminate all evil."
With her hands clasped together and placed under her small nose, the girl closed her eyes tightly, opened her red lips lightly, sang a hymn softly and slowly, and knelt on the ground with a pious and meticulous expression.
"Therefore, I beseech the gods to give ear and listen, for the Holy Word is here for eternity. We will not be discouraged by the evil deeds of the world, but we will give hope to those who long for salvation."
"The Black Saint..." Behind the girl, the silver-haired priest leaned on the seat next to the aisle. Hidden behind a pair of gothic black-rimmed metal glasses, his blue eyes like a winter lake appeared from the girl's eyes.
He slowly moved away from his back, looked at the empty prismatic Holy Emblem, and sighed.
"'Black Moon Tomorrow'... A position like the Triumvirate of Judges is not something that a girl with such a thin shoulder can shoulder..."
Unlike what Su Zuo had seen before, the giant prismatic holy emblem on the altar of the Cheka Cathedral in Wenning District was carved with the emblems of each of the twelve main gods, Theodor Underground Cathedral
There is nothing on the holy emblem of the altar, just a piece of plain silver.
Because this is Theodore, this is the headquarters of the Holy Act Tribunal. If there is light, there must be shadow, then this is the necessary evil under the Holy City, the home of filth, and everything in the Church of the Gods cannot be told.
The tomb where human secrets are buried deep in silence, the abyss of holy evil that even the gods do not want to gaze upon.
It was a pity that the girl came here just because of her identity as a black saint. She fell into darkness before she saw the real daylight. While the silver-haired priest felt very sad, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.
I worry about how long such an innocent, untroubled girl can persist in a dark and cruel trial where the truth is naked and where criminals are attracted.
"...Forget it, it's useless to think so much. I'd better hope that the fate of the Black Saint is not as fragile as I imagined..."
Seeing that the girl finally finished her prayer and stood up, the silver-haired priest patted the dust on the priest's black robe and stood up.
"Father Netlord, don't you need to pray?" A girl with long silver-blue hair, wearing a black textured nun's robe on a white background, patted the white ash on her knees and walked towards Netlord on tiptoes.
Come, the two silver cross swords hanging on the waist are like two high-raised tails behind the girl, bumping together from time to time, making a clear crashing sound.
Tail... Knight Lord was amused by his own thoughts.
Confused by the silver-haired priest's smile, the girl had a straight face, lowered her head and glanced at her clothes quickly, then frowned and couldn't find anything wrong. The girl looked like a real saint.
The knight once again asked Netlord: "Excuse me, is there anything in my appearance that is not in line with the church's appearance?"
"No, I'm sorry, Miss Kirsner, I took the liberty." The priest is very tall, but with a height of 1.9 meters, he has a seemingly thin body. The broad black priest's robe is draped on his body.
It was as if the wind could blow him away, "Although I believe in the gods, the gods do not accept my belief, so I'm sorry, I can't pray with you -"
Looking at the girl's pure and innocent red eyes, the silver-haired priest leaned forward slightly, covered the cross on his chest, and showed a somewhat sad smile: "Because I am a sinner abandoned by God."
"..." The girl was silent for a moment. Compared with the tall priest, she looked very petite at less than 1.7 meters tall. She grew up in the Orphanage of the Holy Capital Cathedral, listening under the eyes of the gods.
Following the teachings of the great priest of the Holy City, and receiving a full set of paladin training, he has a devout faith, and his divine skills and sword skills can be regarded as a talent created by God.
And with just a word from the Pope, she did not hesitate to give up her promising status as a reserve knight of the Holy Silver Knights, and transferred to the Underground Saint Theodore, who was talked about by everyone in the Holy City.
Church, and became a Sunnah Inquisitor. But to be honest, until this moment, she still didn’t know much about what kind of organization the Sunnah Institute was.
But here, she decided to trust her intuition. Facing the silver-haired priest with a kind smile in front of her, she stretched out her hand: "Father Knight Lord, since you are a priest recognized by the church, please stop talking.
What a sinner of God. Also, just call me Kate. From today on, we are partners."
Partner? It’s such a long-lost term.
The silver-haired priest felt a little emotional in his heart, and he held the girl's petite right hand: "In that case, Miss Kate, you can also call me Abel. Welcome to the Thirteenth Lesson of the Secret Service of the Sunnah Tribunal, Caedlin
·Miss Kirsner, nice to meet you."
Kate firmly grasped the priest's hand, which was too big for her: "Me too, Father Abel Netlord."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
At this moment, a voice suddenly interrupted them: "Although I'm sorry to disturb you two, I want to tell you that Father Andrewson can't wait any longer."
If Su Zuo were here, he would be very surprised by the swordsman who walked in through the door.
Wearing a black eyepatch on his left eye, the former canon executive and current Sunnah judge, Paladin Lamberts, pushed open the heavy door of the chapel and walked into the chapel. His expression was solemn, and he was now over thirty years old.
His childishness has faded and he has become more mature, but only the pale fanaticism in that blue eye remains the same.
"The airship heading to White Rose City in Nanling will take off at 9 p.m. Although Miss Saint has just taken office, it is still a bit unhuman to let her carry out such a dangerous mission from the perspective of our trial court.
But this was personally ordered by the three giants of the Tribunal, so please don’t push it away, the formal running-in will wait until we put it on the airship."
"This mission is very important." Lamberts emphasized with a serious look. Whenever he thought of that person's name, his left eye under the eye patch could not help but hurt. "The opportunity to assassinate Ivan Ian is very rare. The Pope
We must complete the order given by Your Excellency personally, and for the glory of the gods, give the heretics eternal burial!"
Lamberts clasped his fists in front of his chest and performed a paladin salute.
"For the glory of the gods!" The girl who is also a paladin subconsciously clasped the gauntlet on her chest. The breastplate and the gauntlet under the white-on-black priest robe collided with the dull metal sound, "We will do our best to eliminate evil.
It’s your own fault!”
...Have you done all the work of eradicating evil...
Looking at the two people, Abel sighed. It would be great if it was really so easy to distinguish between good and evil.
That way, he can know whether he is "evil" or "good".
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Yi Wenyan sat on the stone steps with a gloomy face covering his face. At this time, the people in the cemetery had dispersed, so the mask he had been wearing on his face had also been taken off.
"...so tired..."
Although the crowd who watched a grand bonfire party said one after another: "Sir Ewen Ian is so awesome!" "Sir, I want to marry you! (There is a male voice)" "Long live Ewen Ian! Long live the Silver Rose!"
Long live the Emperor! Long live the Empire!"
But Su Zuo herself was really tired. She really felt tired. It wasn’t that she was physically tired, but that she was “mentally” tired.
"It's not easy to pretend to be cool..." He was posing and reciting lines. I thought that he, a man who has lived for almost forty years, was still doing this...
Is there anyone so ashamed?!
"Master Ian, what are you dawdling about? The carriage is ready." In the brief fight with the troll, the maid's outfit was not stained with any dirt, her etiquette was still perfect, her posture was still chic, and the white-haired maid's expression was as serious as ever.
Cold, she reminded Yi Wenyan, with a bit of reproach in her tone.
Unlike ordinary maids, as the head maid, she also has the obligation to correct her master's inappropriate words and deeds.
"Okay, here we come." After sighing, Yiwen stood up and patted his butt. Although he had to "maintain the dignity of the Silver Rose family" (that is, show off) in front of outsiders!
Yes, but when there is no one around, he can relax (lazy) as much as he can. The soul of liberalism (/lazy) has penetrated deep into his bones. Shoudiaosi’s temperament is not what it has been in the past seven or eight years.
Intermittent, pretentious aristocratic games can only be corrected.
"Where is he, father?" Ivan sat on the carriage. With the establishment of the factory and the addition of springs and rubber wheels, the comfort of the carriage has been greatly improved, otherwise he would rather ride a horse.
Hearing Yi Wenyan's inquiry, Iofita, who held up her skirt and followed him into the carriage, nodded slightly, her snow-white hair around her neck swayed slightly, and she replied respectfully: "What you said, sir,
I have gone back first. It seems that I have prepared some gifts for you, the young master. I need to go back and prepare it first to give you a surprise."
Hearing Iofita's words, Yi Wenyan sounded a little disdainful: "That old bastard, he is going to fight with the Blood Dragon King, and he is not going shopping in the imperial capital. What gifts can he prepare? The dragon of the Longge royal family.
Crystal scepter?!"
In Su Zuo's heart, Feldnan is not his biological father, but after nearly ten years of father-son games, even if one of them was a little absent-minded at first, by now, it can be said that the fake play has really reached Su Zuo's heart.
You won't feel anything strange anymore.
In his previous life, Su Zuo was very good at making his father happy. In this world, this seemingly useless skill was inherited.
After subconsciously complaining about the gift, Yi Wenyan suddenly lowered his head and pondered: "No, if it is really a dragon crystal scepter, that would be really incredible! That thing is an epic level magic weapon
, although it is a bit useless due to bloodline restrictions, but it is not impossible to dismantle the dragon crystal as big as the head of the staff and use it as the power core of the troll statue..."
Just when Yiwen Ian was thinking about how to cut the national treasure-level precious cultural relic and legendary staff into pieces, Iofita suddenly spoke up and planned his random thoughts.
The girl's delicate face was as cold as porcelain, and there was a hint of coldness in the lake-green eyes looking at Yiwen Ian. I don't know if it was Yiwen Ian's illusion, but he always felt that Iofita's expression now
, she is even colder than usual——
"According to the information previously transmitted by the Maid Mage Team, if there are no surprises, the so-called surprise..."