Bishop Megall, who happens to have the same name as the Pope of the Dream Church 700 years ago, is the head of the church in the Central Diocese. Wright is no stranger to this name—the Holy See decree that ordered him to go to the southern border to preach, signed Magall's name.
It's just that Bishop Megall who signed the decree may not even know that there is such a person as him, and that bishop has to sign a lot of things every day.
Priest Shengguang in front of Wright stated the reason for his judgment in a righteous manner, his tone was unquestionable, and his expression was extremely pious, while the man who was declared an evil heretic sobbed in a low voice—the soldier’s heavy voice The kick may have broken his ribs, and there was great pain in his voice, and the woman in the shabby skirt tried hard to beg the soldier to let her husband go, but the magic spell of the law of silence still bound her throat, Make her unable to make a sound.
Wright fell silent for a moment.
Therefore, the words of those who fled from the Holy Spirit Plain to the southern border are true.
Therefore, the news from the merchants that the Church of the Holy Light is persecuting believers of other gods in the Holy Spirit Plain and amassing wealth is also true.
He raised his head, looked at his "brethren in the church", and asked aloud, "Will they be judged?"
"They have already been judged," the pastor said casually, "what I just said is judgment."
"Then what will they face?" Wright asked again.
"Do you still need to ask?" This time it was one of the soldiers who spoke, "The men will be dragged to the square to whip dozens of lashes, and the women will be imprisoned in a water prison for a few days, and then we will see if they are willing to plead guilty. Send it to the church in the town, and then it's up to the priests to do."
"The Holy Light will give them a chance," the priest wearing a white gold-rimmed soft hat continued. He probably thought that Wright was an ascetic monk who was practicing asceticism in a remote monastery, and his tone was full of impatience, "They They can convert to the Holy Light, and then hand over half of their property as a ransom, and they will be innocent in the future, of course they can not pay it—then they can only go to the fire to test whether their souls are still saved."
The last sentence seemed humorous, and the two soldiers at the scene couldn't help laughing.
Wright silently glanced at the pastor in front of him, and then at the two soldiers next to him. He could tell that these two soldiers were not the Templars of the church, but the private soldiers of the local lord—these soldiers would follow The pastor came to arrest people, so the local lord must have benefited a lot from the ransom money.
"You have arrested a lot of people like this." He looked at the pastor wearing a white gold-rimmed soft hat, and his tone was unprecedentedly calm. "How many gold coins can a poor commoner like this make you?"
The pastor couldn't help but frowned, and suddenly showed a trace of vigilance: "Brother, you shouldn't care about this—this is the place of Raelwen Church."
"Oh," Wright nodded, and looked at the positions of the two soldiers next to him, "Shengguang asked me to tell you a word."
The two soldiers looked at each other inexplicably, and the priest wearing a soft hat subconsciously sensed a hint of danger, and couldn't help but put his hands on the holy emblem on his chest: "What do you want to do?"
Wright said indifferently: "The holy light tells us that we must stand up in the face of evil—"
As the words fell, he twisted his body suddenly, raised his arms, and his huge fist caused a whistling sound in the air, hitting the head of the soldier closest to him like a stone bomb!
The soldier seemed to be stunned. He had been in the Holy Spirit Plain without war for many years, and he could only brandish a sword to frighten the civilians. He didn't even react to the sudden attack. He only heard a loud bang. The casserole-sized fist hit the soldier's helmet—the steel helmet exploded around the soldier's head like an upside-down bell, and then he flew out in a horizontal motion.
Before flying out, the soldier passed out completely, and a large piece of his helmet was deflated, as if hit by a war hammer.
After punching, Wright didn't take back his strength, but took advantage of the inertia and directly turned half a circle, sweeping his legs and sweeping towards the other soldier. Pulled out a one-handed sword from his waist and stabbed at Wright!
Wright had no fear of the sharp steel sword. His hands were suddenly filled with holy white light, and then he reached out and grabbed the steel blade with his flesh and blood hands. The holy light was in his palms. Surging and turning into a solid barrier, the soldier was horrified to find that the sword he stabbed with all his strength was caught by the priest in robes—the sword seemed to be stuck in the gap of the city wall , No matter how hard he exerted his whole body, he still couldn't get it out!
Wright once swore not to use holy light for damage, but that doesn't mean he can't use holy light to defend against enemies.
At this moment, a wave of magic power suddenly came from behind, and Wright didn't turn his head back, but just grasped the blade in his hand tightly, and the steel weapon was covered with cracks, and then he pulled and pulled hard, holding the sword The soldier dragged him in front of him, swung the other hand over and smashed the shield in the soldier's hand, and grabbed the opponent's neck—like a chicken, he threw the soldier at the priest direction.
The priest wearing a white gold-rimmed soft hat stared at him, and in shock, he condensed a holy impact at a fast speed, but the hot light only hit the soldier who was thrown over, and the latter was killed by the powerful Holy Spirit. The power of light bombarded his chest, and he screamed suddenly, and passed out in mid-air, while the priest who released the magic spell could only dodge to the side in embarrassment.
Before he could get his footing, Wright charged forward.
"The Holy Light tells us that bullying the weak should be cast aside!"
Accompanied by these words, a huge fist slammed into the priest's chest, but a shield emitting a faint golden light appeared out of thin air, helping the priest block the heavy blow, and his body flew backwards, The disintegrated holy shield flew all the way like blood.
Wright didn't give the priest a chance to get up, he rushed up again, directly took advantage of his huge size advantage to hold him down in the mud, and then raised his fist high.
"The Holy Light tells us that slander and framing are more serious than robbers!"
Slamming his fist down heavily, the terrified priest used the fastest speed in his life to recondense a layer of shield, and in the next second, he saw countless fine cracks in that layer of shield, Countless light spots splashed out from the shield.
The priest wanted to yell, and he wanted to curse and release any possible counterspells, but a huge sense of oppression frightened his thinking, and he couldn't even speak a complete sentence—Wright was too familiar with the priest's battle process, He would not give this pastor any chance to resist at all.
The heavy fist raised again, and smashed on the layer of holy light shield with the sound of howling wind—
"Holy light tells us that the act of greed and money-gathering is the closest to a beast!" "Bang—"
"The Holy Light tells us that it is better to do evil things with a holy name than to do evil things with a bad name!" "Boom—"
"The Holy Light tells us that if unjust actions are not punished, they are no different from doing evil!" "Bang!"
The heavy fist smashed the crumbling holy light shield, and the holy light could no longer protect the priest lying in the mud. Wright punched the terrified face, and the latter immediately overflowed with blood.
Wright grabbed the priest by the collar, pulled him in front of him, stared into the other's eyes and asked word by word: "Holy Light told you so much, do you remember?"
The pastor's face was covered with blood, his horrified eyes seemed to be looking at a lunatic, and the words came out of his throat: "Remember...remember..."
"No, you didn't remember," Wright shook his head, and pushed the priest back into the soil again. He raised his right fist high and then dropped it suddenly, "You were just scared by me."
Accompanied by a muffled sound, blood gushed from the mouth and nose of this priest in a white robe and a white gold-rimmed soft hat, and finally passed out completely.
"The Holy Light tells us to exercise moderation."
Wright sighed softly, and slowly stood up.
The layer of holy light around him and on his fists to protect himself had disappeared at some point.
He walked towards the commoner couple and bent down to check their situation, but the first thing he heard was a woman's low exclamation—the silent spell on this woman had finally failed.
"Don't be afraid, you are safe." Wright said in a low voice, and carefully checked the man's injuries—the young farmer's face was covered with bruises and blood. He had obviously been beaten before he was dragged out. But his worst injury was apparently kicked by a soldier with an iron boot, and he breathed in agony, clutching his chest: his ribs were indeed broken.
Wright knew how to set the bone. He dealt with the man's injury, told him not to move, and then prayed for the Holy Light's response in a low voice.
Only a dim light emerged in front of him, and it was almost fleeting.
Wright froze for a moment, as if he understood something.
But he didn't say anything, just took out the prepared holy water and healing amulet from his arms, and with the power of these magic items, he finally healed the man's wounds.
"Thank you... thank you..." The young farmer got up from the ground and thanked him with a pale face. Although he still couldn't figure out what happened, he at least knew that the man in front of him who looked like a priest was trying to save him.
"You'd better leave this village," Wright accepted the thank you, and reminded the other party, "You can't live here anymore."
He knew that what happened here would soon spread to the church and the lord, and those villagers who saw the fight in the distance would definitely run to report it. Although he was the one who did it, the lord and the priests in the church It doesn't matter so much-and even if this conflict did not break out, Wright knew that it was impossible for the couple in front of him to survive in this place.
They have been charged with unwarranted charges, and have been treated as heresies by the Church of the Holy Light. There are only two results they can face, either they are burned to death in a fire, or they repent and convert in the church, and then hand over half However, for poor people like them, is there any way out after handing over half of their property
Their land will be confiscated and become the property of the church or lord, their houses are no exception, the best result, they will become serfs after this, continue to cultivate those fields that no longer belong to them-worse result , but died of hunger and cold when winter came.
All of this was doomed before Wright's arrival.
"But where can we go..." The woman in a coarse skirt twisted her clothes in pain. She had never left the village in her life, and she couldn't think of any way to survive. "Where can we survive..."
"I have learned carpentry," said the young farmer, "but the lord will surely bring us back..."
"Go to Cecil, to the south," Wright said suddenly, "There is a way for you to survive."
"Cecile?" The husband and wife glanced at each other. They were ignorant and ignorant of information, and they didn't know the existence of the Frontier Territory at all.
Wright took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly. He looked at the two people in front of him and said solemnly, "I'll take you there."
(Recommend a book, "Quadruple Split", game category, the protagonist is characterized by schizophrenia (literally), and the direction of the brain hole is a wonderful book. The author Weiye Wutong is actually a reader in my group, I don’t know Do you know anyone... Although I just found out that he is writing a book, I still decided to take a bite, just in case it becomes popular.)