The next day, Palatine, as a new priest, was sitting in the confession room, listening to his neighbors narrate and confess their sins. Paladin, who thought it was very fresh at first, became completely irritable after listening to the confession of the seven people. The sins of these commoners are nothing more than stealing a neighbor's egg yesterday, or seeing a friend's wife beautiful and jealous. After seeing the eighth peasant coming in to confess, Palatine clutched his nose and wondered if his decision to pretend to be a priest was wrong.
Paladin, who was wearing a brand-new priest's black robe and covering his nose with his sleeve, suddenly wanted to go back to the back hall. Because after Northam agreed to cooperate and became a temporary companion. Northam told him that the church had a basement, a storage room for wine barrels and dry food. The Palatine, desperate for a secluded spot, rejoiced.
Palatine in particular realized a major key. If he wants to stand out, have a good life and a lofty status, the most basic premise is that he must have power! And Paladin, who had just tasted the sweetness of the driving force, naturally couldn't wait to refine more Philosopher's Stones to enhance his power.
So Palatine, whose brains are filled with desire, tells Northam to capture some of the town's peasants tomorrow night, preferably those unloved, unlovable hooligans! In this way, even if he disappeared, not many people would pay attention. After all, Paladin is too young, and it is extremely dangerous for him to win over a fallen priest.
That Northam could just walk away and never come back. Paladin couldn't do anything about it at all. Fortunately, Paladin's luck is still good. Because after a hard day, night fell. When Paladin eagerly returned to the back hall, he happened to see Northam leaning against the wall, panting heavily.
Paladin didn't care about Northam's life or death at all, he lowered his head, and immediately saw four sacks of different sizes lying on the ground. Then it was not very obvious, but the dim light, which Paladin could make out, were two old men and two children. Messy hair and greasy face. Obviously people begging along the street. Paladin nodded with satisfaction, looked at the empty intersection on the street and said, "Good job, has anyone been found?"
Northam shook his head wearily, took out the water bottle from his pocket, and started drinking like that. "Stop drinking, and carry them into the basement together. It will be a potential danger here for a while." After that, he carried one of the children and walked into the church. Northam looked at Palatine's back with some hesitation, and wanted to say something, but after all, he didn't say it, so he had to grab one of them and follow in the footsteps.
Snapped! As the basement floor door opened, Palatine and Northam walked in carrying the four sleepy men. Throwing a few people to the ground, Northam immediately lit the torch beside the wall. It made the very dark basement gradually light up. Paladin glanced around, just like what Northam said, the basement is quite large, except for a few barrels of fruit wine, dry food and wheat piled up in sacks. There is still a lot of space that has not been used up.
Paladin nodded with great satisfaction, and suddenly waved: "Go out, remember to lock the door." Hearing this, Northam paused and seemed to finally ask, "Paladin, you want them." It's Father Palatine!" Before Northam finished speaking, Paladin immediately turned his head and stared gloomily at Northam, correcting the inappropriateness of his name.
"Father Palatine." Northam lowered his head and said slowly after considering his tone: "What are you going to do when you lock up these people? Now that you have cooperated, tell me what you want to do." When the time comes, I will tell you later."
The obvious perfunctory tone did not satisfy Northam, but asked angrily: "What the hell are you trying to do! You shouldn't, are you going to sacrifice them alive! To some evil god!" Paladin raised his brows , although that's not the case, but it's not far off.
I saw Paladin gloomy in an instant, his eyes full of viciousness and cruelty: "You don't need to worry about my business. And what does the life of these garbage have to do with you? Wouldn't you want to tell me, a fallen person of faith, Killing innocent dark wizards indiscriminately will care about the lives of a few garbage!"
Xu Shi's remarks offended Northam's bottom line. Immediately his face flushed red, and he roared with anger: "Trash? This is living, human life! I know that you are a noble, high above, and you usually call yourself noble, and look down on these lowly people like slaves. But I I tell you, Palatine! Even in poverty, people are human, they can breathe, they can grieve, they are heartbroken! They are all human beings, just like you and me!"
Unexpectedly, Northam's self-imposed scolding hit Palatine seven inches. Suddenly, the pupils of Paladin's eyes shrank violently, and scenes of the two decades of miserable and humiliating life in the Free Masons Association came to the fore. It flashed in front of his eyes like a horse and a flower. In my heart, a voice asked Paladin: "You are just like them, and you are just as low and down as they are. You are no different from them."
"No!" Paladin suddenly roared, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked viciously and brutally at Northam, who was still angry. I muttered to myself: "It's not the same, I'm different! I'm not the same as these garbage! What are they? Begging along the street and eating less. Obviously they have hands and feet, but they can't support themselves. Only I understand and accept alms! How much did I give? Killing, running away, eating grass roots, hiding in bear holes. I abandoned morality, because morality will only push me to a poor and low life! Now I am a nobleman, one who is more expensive than a commoner High nobles: Palatine, Flamel!"
Thinking like this, Paladin's brows sank, only to hear a pop, and suddenly he slapped the fan and gave Northon a loud slap in the face. Looking at the latter's stunned and unbelievable eyes, Paladin cracked a sinister smile and sneered: "I see that you are going back more and more, dead old man. As a dark wizard, studying forbidden dark magic and undead magic, cruel The executioner and butcher of the gang, what life did they say to me? Hahahaha! Don't get out!"
Northen was yelled at face to face by a junior, and his face was flushed with anger. With round eyes, he pointed at Paladin in exasperation and warned: "You better remember your promise and subvert the Holy See." After saying this, he waved his sleeves, and clacked up the stairs, slamming it up. door.
In the basement that was suddenly darkened, Palatine looked at the front door with a wicked smile, took out the quill from his sleeve, and smiled viciously: "Don't worry, Northam. When you drain your value, I will definitely treat you as a broken man. Throw it away like a rag."