The blond nun continued to describe the current situation.
"After this incident, Lord Otis has voluntarily given up the idea of running for the Pope. If Lord Charente does not come out, Lady Begnès will most likely be the next pope." The nun said this.
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"It is also because of this that Lady Beenice has been very busy recently. Archbishops from various branches come to visit her almost every day, asking for her opinions and views."
"That's it..." Lorraine Hill nodded, and this time he achieved his goal as he had expected.
"What about Sibes?" she asked instead.
"Lord Sibis is currently being held in the Adjudication Department, waiting for the new Pope to rule after he ascends the throne."
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Adjudication Division Residence, underground.
Passing through the strict and dense guards, the long and layered tunnels, opening the strong and thick doors one after another, and entering the dark and cold cell.
Two torches were inserted into the wall, burning quietly. In the shadow of the swaying firelight, a fat and tall figure vaguely appeared in the shadow.
The crisp sound of iron bolts sliding could be heard in the corridor nearby, and the sound of armor and leather touching could be heard, as a steady step slowly walked in.
He stopped in front of the cell door, standing motionless.
Then a black-robed guard came over, helped him open the cell door, and let the man walk in.
Hearing the approaching footsteps, the fat man in the shadow raised his head, glanced at it, and then lowered his head.
An iron chair was brought and the man sat in front of the prisoner.
"We have one more thing to ask you." His voice was like the cold rock on the cliff.
"Do you know those people who practice weird secret arts, pray for chaos to come to the world, and abandon this world?"
"Haha——" the prisoner spat out disdainfully.
"Don't pin any charges on me, you bunch of gutter rats."
"I just want to live a comfortable life, and I won't do such bad things."
"But many of the captured 'backlighters' are related to your faction, including senior leaders of the church."
"What does this mean? What else can I say that they all drink water? Do other people who drink water also have problems?"
"I'm just helping each other. I'm not a bug in their stomachs. How do I know what everyone really thinks. As long as the results are good for you and me."
"Being too entangled and inquiring into other people's privacy will only lead to misfortune. The clearer the better in many things."
"Really?" The man was not surprised at all, as if he knew the person in front of him very well.
There was a brief silence in the cell, and the only sound that could be heard was the whirring sound of torches on the wall.
"I didn't expect that many years later, we would be in the same room in this way." The man ended his previous inquiry and seemed to be lamenting the changes of time.
After hearing this sigh, the prisoner did not raise his head, but breathed heavily, feeling a little cold.
"Please allow me to call you this again - Senior Sibis."
After this brief statement, the cell fell into rare silence.
"You used to be my role model. I still remember that when I first came to the church headquarters, I was a little afraid of life and had low self-esteem because I was born in poverty. At that time, you took me up the long stairs on the mountain road and pulled me exhausted for a long time.
A long way.”
"Tell me which palace's restaurant has cheap prices and can fill you up. Teach me where to get water, wash clothes, and how to fold quilts."
"In my eyes at that time, you were so tall and trustworthy. The notebook you gave me was also the first gift I received in my life."
"I wrote a lot of words you told me back then, and I can still remember a few of them to this day."
"Born does not mean anything, what matters is a positive attitude."
"If you work hard and persevere, you will be able to appreciate the sunset in the sky without any guilt when the sun sets."
The man sitting on the iron chair took a shaky breath, and then turned into a long silent sigh.
"If the sunset has already set, can you still feel no guilt?"
After hearing this inquiry, the figure bound by the iron rope let out a heart-wrenching laugh.
"Hahahaha——, Keus, you know it very well, and you still use this to stimulate me."
"Ask me if I feel guilty. Let me tell you, I don't feel guilty at all."
"Everything I have gained today, power, wealth, and strength, I earned every penny by myself."
"Yes, I used some means. But so what? There are no rules or restrictions in this world that say what can't be done?"
"All rules and dogmas are just imposed by later generations to make excuses for their own cowardice and incompetence. If you are capable, you are just like me, and no one will stop you."
"The reason why you can stand here and ridicule me in all kinds of ways is because you won and I failed. Stop talking about these hypocritical truths. I was stupid back then and I didn't believe in dedication and hard work."
"This world will never reward you for your dedication and diligence. Everything has to be fought for, robbed, and plotted. The life and death of others have nothing to do with me!"
"I just want to live a comfortable and enjoyable life. People are dying every day in this world. Do I still have to care about them one by one? What benefits can I get from caring about them?"
Keus looked at the man who was yelling hysterically, waiting for him to finish venting the nonsense in his heart.
Bang bang bang——
With his two palms slapping together unhurriedly, Keus slowly stood up and walked to Sibis.
"Are you done? Is this what you really think now?"
"You are really as humble as an ant."
"It seems that I made a mistake. I didn't expect Senior Sibis's vision to be so narrow."
"If you had never been in power, no one would blame you for having such thoughts. But I'm afraid you can't stand the life of poverty and hard work."
"I want to be respected by everyone, receive various benefits, and occupy various interests, but I don't want to make corresponding contributions myself."
"Relying on the big tree of the church, sucking its sap, and becoming a fat moth. Is this your wish? That is really worthy of admiration. I admire you for having the courage to admit it so confidently."
"I'm so disappointed, Senior Sibyss."
"Even those heretics who turn their backs on gods and angels, they look cuter than you. At least they are willing to sacrifice themselves for their ideals."
"Now I also believe that you really have nothing to do with those 'backlighters'. After all, a person like you who is greedy for life and afraid of death will not have the courage to do such a thing."
Keus's words were like hard and sharp swords, piercing into Sibis's heart, dismantling his broken dignity.
"No, that's not the case. I just want to live a better life..." There was crying in her voice.
"Don't pollute these simple words, Lord Sibis." Keus picked up the iron chair and turned around to leave.
"People who really want to live a better life will use their own hands to grow full fruits. Instead of grabbing things from other people's baskets like you."
