To the north of the holy city, this place was comparable to Noland's Squirrel Street.
That was where the poor people who had migrated from all over the world lived. During the era of the Pope, these poor people should have been driven away by the Sacred Army, but under the advice of the Saintess, they were allowed to stay.
Outside the walls of the holy city, an area where the poor gathered was temporarily built.
Messiah hid in a corner of the holy city and watched Heroria in the distance with her hood on.
The season in the holy city was approaching the end of winter, and the city was actually far less prosperous than Noland, so the poor at the edge of the city were basically on the edge of enduring the cold and hunger.
"It's fine now."
A pale golden light overflowed from Heroria's hand. After healing the frostbite of a poor person, she gave him a kind smile.
Perhaps in this cold winter where death was approaching, meeting such a 'kind person' was no different from meeting a god.
But in fact, many poor people did sincerely surround Heroria and pray for blessings.
A long time ago, Messiah should have been very happy to see this scene, but now Messiah had a strange feeling in his heart.
She had gained too much knowledge from the spellcaster forum and learned too much about the Kingdom of the Saints. Now, even Messiah himself could not naively pray to the gods.
Thinking of this, Messiah shook his head and expelled the strange thoughts in his mind. He looked around with his' third eye ', looking for those who tried to harm Heroria.
But Heroria's rescue operation this time was very successful. When Heroria quietly left, Messiah saw many poor people kneeling in the snow and praying to the heavens.
"The recording this time is considered a success."
Heroria came to Messiah's side. The camera floated around her and fell into Heroria's hand.
"Madam Heroria, do you really care about those who are suffering, or is it just to record you giving them charity?"
After hesitating for a moment, Messiah asked another question that might anger the Saintess.
"Hmm? Messiah, as far as I know, you don't ask such strange questions. "Heroria sized up the female knight," It seems like the Weave has changed you. "
"I … I'm sorry, Lady Heroria, I … asked too much."
After saying this, Messiah realized her mistake. She shook her head, not understanding what was wrong with her.
"It's nothing. I helped those poor people just to take those pictures and obtain their power of faith. If it wasn't for that, I wouldn't have been interested in coming to the slums."
Heroria's straightforward answer made Messiah instantly stunned.
"When humans are suffering, they receive charity. Only then will they know how to be grateful and have faith." Heroria looked at the particles gathered in her hand.
This glimmering particle came from the power of faith of those poor people. Messiah couldn't see the light, but for Heroria, although it wasn't much, it was much more solid than the faith of the people in the Holy City.
"I should have revealed it to you, Messiah." Heroria's golden pupils emitted a dim light, "The hope and faith of the believers in the Holy City is my power. I need these things, so I will obtain them by hook or by crook, even if I have to cooperate with the devil."
Messiah listened to Heroria's words. Just the last sentence of 'cooperate with the devil' was enough for her to stand on the side of the Pope, but now Messiah wasn't as naive as before.
"But Madam Heroria still saved those poor people," Messiah said.
"Of course, they are the source of my power. If they die, I will be distressed." Heroria smiled and took Messiah's hand. "Don't think too much, it's time to go to the next place."
"Wait, Madam Heroria."
But at that moment, Messiah suddenly pulled Heroria back before she could take a few steps, and the sword hidden at his waist was also unsheathed.
Messiah's sword cut the arrow coming from above, but sharp blades made of magic followed behind the arrow. Messiah's armor and arm were instantly cut by the sharp blades, and blood gushed out.
"Madam Heroria, we must leave here."
Heroria's whereabouts were absolutely confidential, but it was obvious that there were assassins who knew about Heroria's trip.
"The people from the Court of Heresy?" Heroria looked at the arrow that had fallen to the ground, and there was some gray mist wrapped around it. "This is the second time today."
"The second time?"
Messiah didn't expect the Court of Heresy to attack so quickly.
"I'm fine here, Messiah, go catch him," Heroria said softly.
"But …" Messiah saw Heroria's expression. It was completely different from when she was with the poor. It was a kind of coldness that made people feel danger.
"Understood."
After Messiah received Heroria's order, a faint golden light flowed out of Heroria's hand and into Messiah's body.
The moment the light healed the wounds on his body, Messiah felt an unknown power surging in his body. His body became so light that it felt like he was floating, and even his armor was covered with a large number of faint golden inscriptions.
"This will prevent you from being affected by the judges' mind attacks. I have given you enough power. Go, Messiah," Heroria said.
Messiah nodded, and with a light leap, he easily landed on the roof.
The female knight used her "third eye" to find the location of the attackers. There were two of them …
With the help of Heroria's blessing, Messiah spent nearly half an hour to heavily injure the other person, and at the cost of his own injury, he caught one of the attackers.
Messiah brought the attacker who was bound by the holy light magic back to Heroria.
The attacker was wrapped in a tattered cloak. When Messiah took off the cloak, an old man over a hundred years old was exposed to the air. His face was full of filth, and he looked like a member of the slums.
"Drop your disguise, Inquisitor," Herolia said as she stared at the attacker with pale gold eyes.
However, the attacker did not answer Heroria. He only let out a strange laugh … Heroria sighed slightly, and suddenly snapped her fingers. A translucent figure suddenly appeared on her body.
"Madam Heroria, is that … a banshee?" Messiah looked at the undead floating behind Heroria in disbelief. This was definitely the enemy of the holy light.
"That Chaos Demon gave me an idea. What's his name again? Mental attacks are very effective against the judges. " Heroria covered her ears after saying this. The banshee behind her let out a mournful cry.
When the attacker heard this, he immediately covered his ears and struggled on the ground. Not long after, he turned into a middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties.
"What a lucky encounter. I didn't expect to meet you here, Bishop Kobler."
Heroria looked at the middle-aged man in front of her. He used to be one of the bishops of the Holy Kingdom, and was even the commander of the Holy Army. Unfortunately … he was also a judge.
"You were defeated by your friend's apprentice. Was it those crazy thoughts that slowed you down?"
"…" The attacker did not say anything. He lay on the ground in silence.
"I don't have time to chat with you. What are you guys planning in the holy city? Where are you hiding? Tell me now. "Heroria said.
Messiah was slightly stunned by Heroria's question. He remembered that Heroria should have completely wiped out the Court of Heresy …
But with the abilities of the judges, it was very easy for them to hide in the holy city.
The attacker still did not answer. He only let out a mocking laugh.
"Madam Heroria, you …"
Suddenly, Heroria snatched the sword from Messiah's hand and stabbed the attacker's arm. But the attacker still kept his mouth shut. He did not even make a sound.
"I forgot that after you became monsters, even your senses became dull." Heroria's pale golden eyes were a little scary. She lowered her voice and said. "What about your memories? Bishop Kobler, although you did not tell anyone, I know that you married a wife in the western district of the holy city 15 years ago, right? And you have two children, a boy and a girl. The girl seemed to want to join my choir. "
"Madam Heroria, you!"
Finally, the attacker shouted angrily. But Heroria suddenly turned the sword in her hand. The sound of flesh being stirred echoed in the alley.
Myrcella stared blankly at the scene. The justice in her heart should have made her stand up and stop Heroria, but …
"I know that you Nephilic Judges are planning to sacrifice the souls of all the people in the holy city! Tell me, how do you plan to do this! Where is the core of the sacrificial circle! "
Heroria's next words stunned Messiah. She looked at Heroria in front of her, not knowing what to do. The whole alley was filled with a hysterical atmosphere.
"Even if I tell you, I will still die." The attacker struggled for a while. Only then did Messiah notice the dense magic inscriptions around his neck. "It's all over! There is no hope! It's all your fault for releasing it … This city, including you, me … No one can escape! "
The attacker laughed crazily. Heroria raised the sword in her hand, expressionless.
"Madam Saintess!" Messiah wanted to stop Heroria, but she did not kill the Nephilic Judge. Instead, she knocked him out with the hilt of the sword.
"Bring him back to the underground of the cathedral. I remember that the torture room is still there." Heroria wiped the blood off her hand. She noticed Messiah's shocked expression.
The female knight still could not believe what she had just experienced.
"Messiah, do you choose to save him alone, or do you choose to let all the people in the holy city die together?"
Heroria sensed Messiah's thoughts. She looked at her wavering eyes and asked.
"My duty … is to protect you, Madam Saintess, and the people of the holy city." Messiah muttered to herself. Then, she suddenly thought of something. She looked at Heroria and asked, "But Madam Heroria, you don't really care about the people, do you?"
"Of course I care. I've already said that they are the source of my power. If they all die, where can I find so many devout believers of the God of Holy Light?"
Heroria threw the blood-stained handkerchief to the ground and put on a warm smile again.
"But let's heal your wounds first, Messiah."
… …
Noland, Hearthstone Tavern.
"Did you use perfume?"
Xiri, who was eating his dinner, suddenly raised his head and looked at Josh, who was standing beside him.
This girl's nose is as sensitive as a beast's.
Josiah could no longer smell the perfume of the Flower of Falosi on him.
"No, it's Carolee's. Mrs. Sizer is bringing her to stay in Noland for a few days. You should know about that, right?" Josiah said honestly.
"I met her in Minecraft this afternoon." At this point, Ciri instantly went into a state of alertness, but she still chose to change the topic. "Speaking of which, when do you plan to start filming 'The Shawshank Redemption'?"
"I'm … surprised that you'd like the script."
Josiah looked at Hiri's sparkling eyes and was sure that she was looking forward to the screening of Shawshank Redemption.
"Although I can't guess what the movie is trying to express, the plot is very interesting," Hiri said.
"Tomorrow, I hope to finish filming before the next Noland portal opens."
Josiah let Hiri have his meat for dinner. Magic strengthened the physique of humans in this world, and a girl like Hiri, who was inhumanly talented in magic, was the type that wouldn't get fat no matter how much she ate.
"The next time the portal opens, I was talking about the Oscars with my mentor today," Hiri suddenly said.
"Why are you talking about that?"
The Oscars, Grammys, and Pulitzer Prizes that Josiah mentioned before were just a concept, and he didn't think of a good way to implement it.
There were too few movies being released, and there weren't many actors that the audience was familiar with.
"My mentor said that it could be held at the same time as the Skegerona Prize ceremony. That would increase the attention of some young people."
"That's the weirdest idea I've ever heard."
Josiah knew that the Skegerona Prize was based on the Nobel Prize on Earth.
It was indeed weird to mix the highest award in science with the highest award in art.
"But it's still possible, I'll find time to ask the Sage Assembly."
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