Chapter 33: Authority is unqualified for the human world
The slain count, the wizard, their wives, and several other victims began to spontaneously combust, and then disappeared from the floor like ashes, leaving behind a few pools of dark blood. The fire in the fireplace rose, and the drawing room became warm.
Griffith came to his seat, holding a weapon in his hand, and looked at everyone silently.
No matter whether the dead person in front of him was a false illusion or a real person, there was nothing he could do. Moreover, he felt the fluctuations of spiritual energy, but saw no signs of the disintegration of this space. He was not very sure about the mysterious realm in front of him and was not sure.
What happens next.
With the power of the War Knight, it may be possible to break through by overcoming the rules here. However, it is unknown whether a brute force breakthrough will affect ordinary people.
Who knows if there are other rules and dangers in this area... Griffith turned to look at the flames in the fireplace. He could feel something unusual, but he couldn't explain why.
While Griffith was hesitating, those who had just committed murder, whether rich or poor, were in panic and fear with a bit of expectation and joy, feeling relieved that they would not freeze to death or be burned to coke.
"Do you think this is over?" Griffith asked Mr. Beble.
"I think so," the shareholders of the shipping company no longer looked like they were pleading just now, "We have done a great thing, praise the courage!"
After saying that, he sat down on the sofa that originally belonged to Earl Hill opposite Griffith, closed his eyes and rested.
"Let's sit down and rest for a while, warm our hands and feet!" someone said, "We should be able to leave here soon."
His proposal was immediately responded to. The standing people came over and sat on the couch. Mr. Beble, the leader of the entire operation, took his wife to the exclusive seat where Earl Hill had been, and the others moved from him.
Go around him and don't compete with him.
Mr. Ram and the gentlemen invited several strong men to sit in the middle seats. Two nuns and several elders sat on the wizard's seat. It was a bit crowded, but they all seemed satisfied.
"It was a wonderful flame," one nun said. "I heard a sublime voice. It was a blessing."
"It's a revelation," said the elder sitting at the same table. "My Lord is conveying His will through this flame. I feel the need to tell you these truths."
These people of different faiths communicated and stated to each other the oracles they had received from the flames. Some said that soon everyone would be able to leave here safely, while others said that the Lord would send new tests, and only the most pious people could
be rescued.
Because they had received different divine revelations, the group of people soon started to quarrel.
There were many people who did not grab a seat on the sofa near the fireplace, and could only be scattered everywhere in disappointment. Tina was among them. She glanced at Griffith, but still cautiously did not go over to talk to him, but went to the door.
Go and want to open the door to the outside.
The door remains locked and cannot be touched.
Everyone, whether sitting or standing, noticed this.
"Why is this?"
"What happened? (Why can't we get out?)"
The doubtful inquiry turned into tears for a moment, and the people who had just breathed a sigh of relief began to panic again. Even the most determined Mr. Beble opened his eyes wide.
Mr. Ram, the cotton mill owner who was always smiling, gasped and stared at the door for a while: "What did the wizard just say?"
"Burn a few people, and the others can go out..." Someone replied hesitantly, "Isn't it enough to burn them?"
"Yes! That must be the case!" Mr. Ram shouted like a little boy who had been beaten, "It's not burned enough, it's not enough!"
Led by the people sitting on the couch in the middle, many civilians without seats also joined in. They wiped the blood on their faces and gathered in a circle:
"We must not have burned it enough, otherwise the door should be able to be opened by now."
"Yes, I feel cold again."
They all turned their heads and looked around like vultures hunting for prey.
"We should burn her!" A former civilian pointed at Tina and shouted, "I know what she does! I know that she is the embodiment of blasphemy. It must be because of her existence that we, upright citizens,
I can’t get away!”
As soon as the words fell, the men and women gathered towards Tina. An old nun said: "I just noticed that there was a nun's black dress hidden in her package, but I guarantee with my last few teeth that she will definitely
If you are not a nun, you can smell the blasphemous smell from far away."
Mr. Ram immediately rushed forward, grabbed Tina's package from her hands and tore it open. Among the pile of changes of clothes, everyone found a black dress worn by a nun.
"I knew it!" Mr. Ram shouted, "Some people like this, I know it."
The old nun immediately said in a deep and incomprehensible tone: "We will sacrifice her to the fire. This is purification."
Several other believers of God who were sitting with the old nun also agreed. Their reasons were different, but they all agreed that they must make sacrifices now.
Just because you can interpret this flame? I can't understand it even as a supernatural person. Who are you kidding? Griffith was taken aback. He was about to use his sword and musket to rescue Tina. In the reception room
Suddenly a commotion broke out.
"I'll expose it!" A person without a seat pointed at a man who had just sat on the sofa and shouted, "He is a relative of the count who was stabbed a thousand times. He must have had evil thoughts to avenge the count. We will
Imprisoned here."
"You're talking nonsense!" the accused man shouted, "That guy and I are just distant relatives that we can't even compete with."
"So you don't deny that you are a relative of the earl?" the accuser said proudly, "I suspect that you want to kill the respected Mr. Beble, or plan to go to the Bureau of Investigation to make a false accusation immediately after leaving here."
"Catch him!" The shipping tycoon, whose nerves were stimulated by a certain word, immediately raised his hand and pointed, "We must eliminate all traitors. Those who are not of the same mind as us are the culprits who trap us here!"
At this time, the people in the reception room got excited. They accused each other, exposed each other, and even started fighting.
In the chaos, one man pulled out a dagger and stabbed his accuser, and was immediately knocked down by others. The killed man also spontaneously combusted and turned into ashes like the previous deceased.
Several others pounced on Tina, punched her in the beautiful face, knocked her to the ground, and then stepped on her.
"Boom!"
A loud noise overwhelmed the shouts, and the flash of catharsis startled the pushing and shoving crowd. Griffith charged through the crowd like a troop of armored cavalry, beating those who stood in his way to roll on the ground.
He came to Tina, grabbed her and protected her behind him.
"Quiet." Griffith stood upright in front of the crowd. He had made up his mind and no longer hesitated. He opened the hammer, loaded the gunpowder, and inserted a shining golden bullet into the barrel of the gun. His movements were smooth and smooth.
"Knight, don't stop us," Mr. Beble said in a serious voice. "This is the only way to get out of here and save everyone. We must use violence. This is our right and obligation!"
"No, it's not yours."
Griffith finished loading, stood sideways, raised the flintlock, and lowered the muzzle in front of the shipping tycoon.
In the dark, everyone in the room heard the echo of the death knell from the tower, and ferocious, desperate and indescribable living creatures were approaching from the void step by step. This was a terrifying atmosphere that had never been witnessed before, which made Mr. Beble
The two legs moved on their own.
Griffith pulled the trigger, and the muzzle sprayed out flames, smoke and an unstoppable barrage of adamantine projectiles. The crowd that had been shouting for violence just now dispersed like a nest of rabbits.
The loud noise echoed in the ears, and the eardrums were torn apart by the roar, leaving only a buzzing sound. When the white smoke dissipated, Griffiths stared ahead with a flintlock gun in hand. Mr. Beble and everyone held their hands.
His head was lying on the ground, his whole body was shaking violently, and a disgusting stench assaulted his nostrils.
Griffith looked above his head. He had just fired a shot there, and the adamantine bullet hit the ceiling, and bursts of shattering cracks were spreading from the smoking hole.
"Sit down, ladies and gentlemen," Griffith returned to his seat. "Now, please vote."
The shocked people asked: "What to vote on?"
"Vote who should be thrown into the fire."
"But... aren't they already dead?"
Griffith had watched this farce from beginning to end, and now he understood somewhat. He took out paper and pen and said to the people who were sitting on the three couches:
"As the decision-making body in this room, I ask you to vote on what has just happened and confirm that all citizens present and holding seats unanimously agreed with the decision to sacrifice the earl, the wizard and others and acted together. This decision will
It will be recorded and signed by everyone.”
After that, he looked around and found embarrassed looks on some people's faces, and then continued: "I noticed that some people are very embarrassed. It doesn't matter. In this way, it will be clear who is not of the same mind as everyone else."
.I will sit here and watch everyone continue what they were doing."
"Knight, you also have to vote with us, you are a member of this room!" Mr. Ram responded quickly.
"No, this is your business. I don't make the decision," Griffiths was already prepared for this question. He raised his reloaded musket and pointed it at the cotton mill owner's head.
"I am violence."
…
The illusion of No. 233B Baker Street was disappearing. The realm that had imprisoned everyone for a long time received an adamantine bullet. The resolution was completed and signed. Griffiths stood up and opened the door before collapsing. Which factor specifically brought it about?
The end of it is unknown. The only thing that can be determined is that it is turning into a misty mist and gradually dissipating.
"Tina, come to me." Griffith said. But the receptionist did not respond. She kept her distance from him as before, walked away and disappeared.
So the experience just now was a world created by the subconscious mind of people in this city? Or was it a dream?
Griffith stood on the deserted street, watching the people who had just staged a cruel farce disappear one by one, and the confusion that trapped him seemed to be dissipating.
While he was thinking, suddenly, he saw a man sitting on the steps of the street not far away.
There are drawing boards, pens and paints next to the man. He is a young man. He is wearing a loose cloth coat, with the left and right lapels overlapping up and down, and a black cloth belt tied casually around his waist. He wears strange wooden boots on his feet.
Shoes, made entirely of boards and battens, with thick ropes to fasten the toes.
The painter has a thin and handsome face, neatly combed short black hair, and beautiful eyes, but he has endless decadence and melancholy.
Griffith's pupils immediately shrank.
He had met the painter on the island of Neopolis, not long before the tragedy of Elodie. At that time he was just curious, but the appearance of such a person on the night of curfew, near the realm that had just disappeared, made him wonder.
It means that he is anything but simple.
The young painter first sketched a few strokes on the drawing board, and then looked at the knight: "Good evening, I'm glad to meet again. Did you gain anything from the world you saw?"
"Was that a dream just now?" Griffith asked.
"It is better to say it is a profile of reality, a subconscious refinement of your life experiences and thoughts, and a confession of the soul shown by my authority 'Disqualification in the World'," the painter said. "Through this, we can face the most true feelings of people."
pain."
Authority? Are you the Hand of God like Naira!?
Griffith was shocked. Fortunately, the painter in front of him was not hostile. He breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"I saw chaos,
"A step-by-step process toward self-destruction and denial. Why are you showing me this?"
"I said, what I see is not my decision. But, you did a good job, didn't you? If it were me, I wouldn't be so decisive. I'm afraid I would still be entangled in a situation that cannot be ended," the painter said
, "Before tonight, I was not sure whether you were the right choice and worthy of this fate. Now, I know, you are very suitable."
"What is suitable? Please tell me in detail."
"When you are ready, I will come to you again and give you more enlightenment." The painter just shook his head and after that, even his figure disappeared.