Chapter 385: Gretel, can you prove that the Church of Light is harming people?
Beckett Black Rock was extremely sad and extremely angry.
Although he had fallen out with his eldest brother a long time ago. Even on the day of the Hearth Festival, when his eldest brother walked into his house, he could only drink a glass of ale - which was almost a treat for strangers. As for the reason? Bah, who called him
Betrayed God the Father!
What can the Lord of Glory believe in! Can the sun shine into the mine?! Can he help them mine?!
Even if they are prospecting in the wild, what they can rely on more is the teachings of God the Father!
But he couldn't do anything except fall out. His eldest brother had a serious lung disease and was often out of breath. He knew that. And God the Father's pastor... tried his best to treat it, but the effect was just that.
The treatment may be of some use on the day, but within a month or even less than ten days, it will return to the same condition. And how many patients can a pastor of God the Father take care of?
The moon does not come up once every three to five years...
At this time, having a pagan healer involved was better than nothing. Beckett Black Rock could not do anything except restrain his wife and children from going to his eldest brother's place, let alone listen to the pagan priest.
I'd rather die!
snort!
However, when his eldest brother was called to participate in the "lung washing" treatment and finally died, Beckett's sadness and anger still made him unable to ignore it. He was the one who took care of his eldest brother in his last few hours! Yes!
He watched his eldest brother die!
He couldn't lie down, he couldn't breathe, he stretched out his hands and grabbed his chest, his face was blue, and there was blood in the foam coming out of the corner of his mouth! There was nothing he could do! There was nothing he could do!
If they hadn't been called to wash their lungs, if it hadn't been for the pagan priest who naturally asked them to dedicate themselves to their tribe and the Lord of Glory, my eldest brother would never have died... Another acquaintance who died together was also called to go.
Of the four dwarves, two died...
"Despicable and shameless infidels! Lackeys of the alien gods! Don't even think about hiding in there without saying a word! Give my eldest brother his life! My eldest brother is a good person, but you called him to wash his lungs and tortured him to death.
Yes! Kill for life! Kill for life!!!"
"What, washing the lungs? Can the lungs be washed too?" Grete tightened his palms, and the silver dragon girl came to his ear and whispered:
"Turn the lungs out and wash them, it will definitely kill someone! Those guys are so annoying!"
"Actually..." Gretel took a deep breath, pulled her back two steps, avoided the flow of people, got into a quiet corner, and whispered:
"I started doing lung cleaning and other things here..."
"What? You?!"
Serila looked him up and down, as if she didn't recognize him, and as if she had discovered some strange treasure. After a moment, she clenched her fists and waved, and said angrily:
"So they're stealing your technology? They're a bunch of bastards! - Just wait, I'll take off their tortoise shells!"
"Hey, hey, don't!!!" Gretel quickly grabbed her. As soon as he took hold, the whole person was dragged outward and staggered two steps. Fortunately, Cerira stopped in time and prevented him from being thrown out of the corner:
"Don't go! I guess they didn't steal it!"
"Are you still speaking for them?" The silver dragon girl stopped and turned back, staring at Gretel with her silver-blue eyes, her pupils becoming lighter and lighter:
"With those guys, how can there be any good people among them?!"
In fact, there are really good people. In terms of probability, in a large organization, there must be good people, people who sincerely believe in gods and practice the teachings. In practical terms, Pastor Martin also left a good impression on Gretel.
impression.
But under the anger of the silver dragon girl, Gretel never wanted to argue face to face. He could only smile and said:
"I'm not speaking for them, but they can't steal it. - Those people don't even know what's inside the lungs. How can it be so easy to insert a tube into it?"
"So they did it on their own..." Cerira rolled her eyes, accepted the answer, and glared outside:
"No wonder it kills people. Bah!"
In fact, "correct", or in other words, under the supervision of modern medical methods and monitoring equipment, lung washing performed strictly according to the regulations will inevitably lead to death. Grete smiled. Cerira had already grabbed him:
"So the lungs can really be washed? How? How many have you washed? Hey, can you let me take a look next time you wash your lungs?"
"If you abide by the rules and your family agrees..."
Gretel sighed.
The noise outside became louder and louder. Suddenly there was a roar, and the door of the mansion opened. Four glorious knights faced each other and stood in front of the steps with their swords drawn. Then, two dwarves walked out of the mansion, one on the left and one on the right, standing side by side.
:
"Beckett, stop scolding. Beckett and we all accepted treatment voluntarily. Lung washing is inherently dangerous. We are all ready to sacrifice for our people. Even if we die, the Lord of Glory will accept our souls.
…”
"Bah! - You don't want him to be able to return to Father God?!"
Beckett punched them. The two dwarves fought back angrily. Some people at the scene helped beat them, some started a fight. The Radiant Knight wanted to separate the two sides but could not use too much force. Some people took advantage of the chaos and hammered their armor.
It sounded "bang bang"...
It was like cold water pouring into a frying pan. In an instant, there was chaos at the door of the mansion.
The more Serira listened, the angrier she became. She geared up and pulled Grete:
"You stand here and wait for a while! I'm going to beat them!"
"Forget it, don't go." Gretel's eyes were heavy, and he pulled her into the alley, far away from the center of the noise. Cerela was very unconvinced:
"What are you doing? They are using your methods to do whatever they want, and you are helping them?"
"I'm not helping them." Grete emphasized the word "them" very hard:
"I am……"
He sighed softly. After a person was executed, his family members carried the body, and gathered a group of people outside to curse. This scene was so familiar - in his more than ten years of career as a doctor in his previous life, he had experienced it, and it was almost like a nightmare.
Maybe the Shining God Religion really doesn't take the dwarf's life seriously, maybe they want to fight him in the ring, but there are people who are willing to come out and testify for them, saying that they voluntarily participated in the experiment. Those who use their faith to fool them are also voluntary...
At least, in the absence of evidence, he had no way to make a presumption of guilt and say that the Guanghui Cult deliberately killed people. He also had no way to let the people around him smash things up just because people died.
He looked gloomy and sighed silently. Cerira said "Oh" and actually stopped shouting about going to fight or destroying the house. She patted the back of his hand and followed him without saying a word.
The two people went around and back to the entrance of the trade group's station. Just as Gretel was thinking about how to avoid Cerela and quietly inform the Archmage of her identity, he saw several dwarves walking over quickly:
"Gretel? You're back? Just in time! I was looking for you!"
The Royal Court attaches great importance to the fact that the Reverend of the Lord of Glory is preaching among the dwarves, but it is difficult to raise an issue - after all, the Royal Court cannot send troops to various tribes. However, they killed the dwarves in the Royal Court, and some people started to make trouble, that is
That's another story.
Archmage Serrano, Mage Hemond, and Gretel were invited to the royal court together. Cerela also followed as a matter of course. Seeing that she was an elf ranger, several magicians had nothing to say.
He only looked at Grete again and again.
Grete could only smile. When he came to the group of elders, he had discussed lung washing with them before. The elder who presided over the contract had a serious look on his face and asked Grete directly:
"Mr. Nordmark, someone took the lives of our compatriots in the name of treating them. We want to know whether they intended to kill them, or whether they were negligent in the treatment process, or deliberately ignored the danger. Lung lavage is a treatment
You first created the means, can you give us some pointers?"
Gretel was silent for a moment. So, is this the rhythm for a medical evaluation?
He looked around and saw a corpse not far away. The dwarf who had made a noise outside the mansion cried so much that his beard was covered with snot. He lay on the corpse and was sobbing. It's good. At least there was a corpse and he didn't have time to judge.
crime……
A little further on, two shining knights stood on either side, closely protecting a white-robed priest and glaring at him. Gretel sighed:
"If I were allowed to dissect the body, I could roughly find out the cause of death medically. But -"
"What? An autopsy?"
"You want to cut open my brother's body? No!"
"Beckett!"
There was a series of arguments and scoldings. Grete sighed helplessly.
I just know it is like this, I just know it is like this - most of the family members are not allowed to dissect the body, and they are unwilling to do it, and they have to seek medical evaluation. This becomes an unsolvable problem. And there are many family members who cannot get the answer, and
Will resort to extra-legal means...
He rubbed his forehead with a headache. Next to him, Cerira blinked at him, pressed her fingers on the corners of her mouth, and pulled out an exaggerated smile.
Grete reluctantly smiled at her. In order to prevent the argument from turning into a fight, he raised his hand to signal for silence and continued:
"As for issues other than medicine, I am only a low-level magician and don't know much about magic and divine arts. I may not be able to accurately judge the method by which the deceased died."
The Glory Knight's expression softened slightly. Gretel continued:
"As for whether they were intentional or negligent, perhaps we should ask the caster himself. Or - ask the gods."
"snort!"
"snort!"
The dwarf who was holding the corpse and crying, and the Glory Knight on the other side snorted at the same time. One may think that he is evasive, and the other may be offended by the word "gods"? After all, in the eyes of the Glory Holy See, only the Lord of Glory is the only one.
of gods...
Gretel didn't look at anyone, turned around and bowed to the group of elders sitting there:
"My ability only goes so far. I'm very sorry."
The scene was silent. Archmage Serrano frowned slightly, the dwarf elders had serious expressions, and the Radiant Knight glared angrily. Gretel slowly stepped aside and sat down on the chair at the bottom of the mage's seat without saying a word.
Suddenly, the dwarf holding the body slowly raised his head and wiped away his tears:
"So, if I ask you to wash your lungs and you survive again, can it prove that they are harming my brother?"
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