When he said these words, the old bishop's eyes shone with boundless brilliance, a brilliance that even made Mozo feel dazzling.
The human heart is ugly, but human nature is dazzling.
This is what makes people valuable!
"As long as more people understand this, our sacrifice will be worth it!"
The old bishop pointed to the outside world with increasing excitement and said:
"We believe that as long as there are enough people like this, one day countless sparks will be ignited in this bitter cold land to send off this endless night!"
Looking at the old bishop, Mozo hesitated for a long time before asking:
"Hazel may be defeated, and Carol and the other monarchs may be overthrown by you, but what about the Church? What about the goddess?"
These words instantly plunged the old bishop, who had just been extremely excited, into a sad silence.
There are undoubtedly many reasons why the darkness in this land comes from.
The thoughts and actions of the powerful people in various countries are undoubtedly one of the main reasons, but as long as the church and the goddess are still there and do not change, everything will be in vain.
After a long while, the old bishop said as if to convince himself:
"Lady Arwen has given us enlightenment and guidance. Goddess, Her Majesty the Goddess does not care about the will of us mortals. As long as, as long as we can eradicate the darkness in the mortal world, we will definitely be able to take back the light!"
Mozo let out a long sigh and said helplessly:
"In fact, you also understand that even if this succeeds, everything will eventually return to the starting point."
The goddess’ indulgence is the root cause, and so is human greed. As long as these two exist, even if light returns it will only be a short-lived dream.
The old bishop gave a bitter smile and said as if giving up:
"But we can't think of a better way, so we can only do it this way."
However, Mozo shook his head firmly at this moment:
"No, there is a better way!"
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The old bishop then raised his head in surprise and looked at Mozo, who was also looking at him very seriously.
"You think there is a better way?"
"right!"
"What can be done about it?"
Mozo pointed at himself seriously and said:
"I!"
Then he pointed outside and said:
"And your companions!"
The old bishop was briefly confused before he said:
"I still don't quite understand."
"Launch an armed uprising as usual, but this time I will lead you to successfully capture Ge Ling!"
"You, you said you would lead us to successfully capture Ge Ling?"
"Yes! I will definitely be able to capture Ge Ling!"
After hearing this, the old bishop, who had been telling Mozo that he and his friends had no chance, asked in astonishment:
"How is this possible? We don't have enough troops, nor do we have enough high-sequence troops. Moreover, Geling City may receive support from other regions at any time, including the Skitarii! And even if you succeed despite all difficulties, what should you do next?"
The old bishop and his men did intend to launch an armed uprising, but all they wanted was to let people know that there were still people resisting.
As for what they had said to Mozo before, they themselves did not believe it, so this somewhat funny yet helpless and solemn scene appeared at this moment.
Mozo smiled and said:
"I have a solution!"
But as they were speaking, Mozo and the old bishop both heard a noisy noise outside.
They knew that it was Marquis Bill's men who came.
Mozo glanced at the closed church door and quickly said to the old bishop:
"I need to meet with your companions, and I need to meet with someone who is important enough! If you are willing to trust me, tell me how to find this person!"
The old bishop was obviously in a great mental struggle. After countless thoughts flashed through his eyes, he gritted his teeth and took out a brooch from his arms and gave it to Mozo.
“This will help you gain their trust.”
Mozo took a look at the brooch in his hand, and then he found that it was an extraordinary item that had been cast with the magic of taking a picture. And the magic of taking a picture had just ended.
Did the old bishop record everything that just happened
That should be enough then!
"How do I find them?"
"There is a secret passage in the basement of the hotel at No. 27 Li'er Street. At this time of year, the moonlight at one o'clock in the morning will shine through the window and shine on the mechanism!"
Just as the old bishop finished speaking, someone shouted outside:
"Damn it! This door has a powerful blessing. Go get the city defense troops and get me a battering ram!"
"Forget it, go to the armory and get me the type 7 explosive and blow it up!"
Hazel's No. 7 Dynamite and Battering Ram are both extraordinary items specially cast with the power of blessing-breaking magic.
These things can definitely break through this door.
Mozo listened to the voices outside and said to the old bishop:
"I have taken your instructions to heart!"
The old bishop, who had walked all the way here, naturally had no reason to doubt Mozo, so he tidied his clothes very carefully.
He said to Mozo seriously:
"Everything from now on depends on you. Please kill me now, otherwise I'm worried that they will invite extraordinary people from the Nightmare Path."
"Please don't hesitate, I am willing and hopeful!"
There are many ways to make people talk in this world, and the most popular way in the Hazel region is the extraordinary people of the nightmare path. The Hazel nobles who breed extraordinary people like the nightmare path very much, which can easily destroy other people's beliefs in dreams.
Therefore, the Nightmare Path is very popular in Hazel and the entire Bitter Cold Land. Even though the Nightmare Path and the Victory Path have nothing to do with each other, this group of people made it one of the mainstream paths in the area.
Therefore, the old bishop, who was worried about the secret being leaked, hoped that Mozzo would kill him in order to gain his trust while ensuring his own safety.
But Mozo shook his head and laughed:
"I respect your noble spirit of sacrifice, but it is really not necessary today!"
The old bishop said doubtfully:
"Why? You should know how terrifying the extraordinary people in the Nightmare Path are. They can't be defeated by willpower!"
Mozo smiled and said:
"The power of the Nightmare Path is indeed not something that can be countered by willpower, but my method is not to let you rely on willpower to fight against the extraordinary people of the Nightmare Path."
"So what do you mean?"
After Mozo took out the Nameless Book, he took out Victoria's handwritten letter and used the Nameless Book to make a copy of Victoria's handwritten letter.
Mozo tore off the rubbing, burned it, and sprinkled the ashes on the old bishop's head.
"Although this is just a copy of the Nightmare Lord's handwritten letter, I think it should be no problem to rely on it to guarantee your safety for a few days!"
As for why Victoria's handwritten letter was not handed over directly to the old bishop, one reason was that it was best not to hand over things that were too mysterious to low-sequence people easily, and the other was that if the letter had changed hands, Victoria would probably have come over too.
Even with what he has done now, Mozo is a little worried that Victoria will notice.
The old bishop nodded in understanding and said:
"I can feel the transcendent mystery of this! This should be fine."
After saying this, the old bishop said with a bit of self-mockery:
"I hope my old bones can still stand the torture!"
"Torture? No, you don't have to worry about that! And we should be able to rely on you to do something useful!"
"Um?"
While the old bishop was stunned, Mozo whispered something to him.
Immediately, the old bishop clapped his hands in amazement and said:
"Yeah! Why didn't I think of that!"
Seeing that the old bishop had understood, Mozo smiled and went to open the door.
With a loud bang, the church door that had just been closed was opened by Mozo from the inside.
This action really scared the private soldiers of Marquis Bill outside, who thought something strange had happened again.
However, after seeing that it was Mozo, a knight quickly stepped forward, took a look at the old bishop who was praying to the statue of Arwen, and said to Mozo:
"What happened?"
Mozo looked around before speaking to the knight:
“Are these people reliable?”
The knight looked back at the cowardly soldiers and took out a rune from his arms and crushed it.
Immediately a sound barrier enveloped him and Mozo.
Only then did Mozo say to the knight:
"The bishop inside was saved from the clutches of death because his self-destruction magic was interrupted by me. Now that he has realized that he is actually afraid of death, he plans to tell the Marquis everything!"
"It's just that this district bishop demands full treatment and pardon!"
Upon hearing this, the knight patted Mozo’s shoulder with a look of surprise and said:
“You did a great job!”
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After Mozo and the old bishop were brought back to Marquis Bill's Palace.
Naturally, the old bishop and Mozzo were separated by Marquis Bill's men.
This is not only because the old bishop needs to be kept in solitary custody, but also because he needs to be "interrogated" separately to prevent the two parties from colluding with each other.
Hazel's nobles are bad, but they are definitely not stupid.
So never pin your hopes of a comeback on the fact that your opponents are idiots. After all, people who can exploit others are not naturally stupid. Otherwise, who would let an idiot ride on their head and bully others
If so, I suggest you look for your own problem first.
Marquis Bill received Mozo again very politely.
"Oh, you have done a great deed this time!"
Mozo bowed slightly and said with a smile: "It's just a small favor!"
"Hahaha, just kidding, your little help really helped us a lot!"
Marquis Bill smiled and poured Mozzo a glass of wine that was of excellent quality and aroma.
Mozo took a quick sniff and was sure that this was definitely a top-quality wine worth thousands of pounds in the market!
Just this small cup is probably enough for a family of three to spend the whole year comfortably.
Thinking of this, Mozo couldn't help but think of the vendors he met when he first came here, and the bad wine he smelled that was as pungent as medical alcohol.
They all drank, but Marquis Bill did it for enjoyment, while the vendors did it to survive.
After shaking his head, Mozo said:
"No, I don't drink."