Crack! Crack!
The cold iron chains made a crisp sound as they rubbed against the bluestone floor.
With his hands in special shackles, Evan slowly walked into the cell of the inquisition.
"What a young brat!"
"Hehe!"
"I bet he won't survive a day here!"
"Give him to me! Give him to me! "
…
Black hands covered in filth stretched out from behind the iron bars, and many prisoners made strange noises.
Even though Evan was mentally prepared for this situation, he still couldn't help but tremble in his heart.
"Hey! Kid, what did you do? "
A prisoner asked with a wink.
"I didn't do anything wrong. I'm a Saint Samurai of our God!"
Evan retorted loudly.
"Saint Samurai … Hehe …"
A black-robed clergyman suddenly sneered. "Do you think Saint Samurai is rare? Let me tell you, the inquisition has tried more than a dozen Saint Samurai, and there are even more priests! The guy locked in here might be just like you. "
"What?"
Evan had heard and seen the bright side of the church. Now that he was suddenly exposed to the dark side of the inquisition, he suddenly felt a shock in his heart. "Our God …"
"God is great. He doesn't have the leisure to watch what happens in the mortal world …"
A clergyman next to him smiled indifferently. "As a matter of fact, some Saint Samurai and Reverend were still the Lord's Reverend and Saint Samurai even when they were sent to the stake. But so what? Weren't they still executed in secret?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt his wrist tighten.
It turned out that Evan had grabbed his wrist, and there seemed to be flames in his eyes. "You misinterpret the doctrine and persecute other God's Benefactors. Aren't you afraid of divine punishment?"
"Divine punishment?"
The black-robed clergyman smiled. "Since the end of the world, when the entire church hid in the Holy Kingdom, our believers in the mortal world have been abandoned!"
"So that's what you think!"
Evan seemed to have understood something. "Although the church left, the true God didn't abandon us. Doesn't the appearance of Saint Samurai and priests prove that?"
"Tsk tsk, you're really a Saint Samurai with firm faith. I hope you can still be as stubborn as you are now after you go to the stake!"
The black-robed clergy looked at him with pity: "How dare you hurt Lord Dohuard …"
"Haha! Boy, you've got guts! "
A burst of hearty laughter came from the prison next to him. "It's a pity that you didn't use more strength. You could've just killed him …"
"I swear, I'll do it next time."
Evan said through clenched teeth.
"Do you think there will be a next time?"
The black-robed clergyman sneered. He pushed Evan into a cell and slammed the door shut.
Bang!
The iron gate was tightly shut, and the surrounding light was dim. There was a foul stench and humidity in the air. It was extremely unbearable.
In such an environment, if it were an ordinary person, they might fall sick after a few nights. No one could survive for more than half a year.
Even though he was already a Saint Samurai and his body had been modified by divine power, Evan still felt weak and uncomfortable at this moment.
After all, how could the Inquisition, which was responsible for judging Saint Samurai and priests, not be prepared for these people?
Evan's cell was specially made, and a formation that suppressed supernatural powers was secretly activated. With his pitiful Saint Samurai level, he was no better than an ordinary person at this moment.
"Judgment? Stake? "
At this point, no matter how prepared Evan was, he couldn't help but feel a little flustered.
"God of Redemption, please forgive my fear!"
He couldn't help but kneel and start to pray: "Even if I'm burned to death, my soul will go to the kingdom of my Lord and obtain eternal life …"
"Hehe! Boy, it's rare to see a Saint Samurai like you! "
At this moment, the hearty voice from the cell next to him continued: "It's also rare to see a rookie like you. Did you just advance?"
"You are?"
Evan came to the iron gate and tried to look through the window on the door, but he couldn't find anything.
"As for me … I used to be a Saint Samurai too!"
The voice sighed. "After I successfully advanced, I joined the Church and had a good life for a while. Unfortunately, the current Pope Jay was too ambitious. I was only slightly dissatisfied with his modification of the doctrine, and I complained for a while before I was locked up …"
"So that's how it is …"
In Evan's heart, since the Inquisition was full of bad people, the one locked up here should be a good person, right? Not to mention that he was a Saint Samurai! Although he used to be …
"Wait … Used to be?"
Evan asked in disbelief.
"That's right …"
The voice sounded bitter. "Ever since I was locked up here, I began to doubt the God of Redemption, and you've seen what happened …"
For priests and Saint Samurai, the wavering of faith was definitely a major thing that would damage their foundation.
In particular, if a priest and a Saint Samurai were deprived of their divine grace, it basically meant that they had given up their faith.
"It's ironic, isn't it?"
The voice continued, "When they were just arrested, the Saint Samurai and the Reverend were innocent, but after their faith was shaken and their priesthood was deprived, the Inquisition's verdict on them became justifiable!"
"Therefore, this place is also known as the 'Graveyard of Faith'. I sincerely hope that you can persevere …"
…
"Graveyard of Faith?"
Evan immediately understood.
Humans were fickle, even more so in despair. A non-believer could become a devout believer, and devout believers could also give up their faith in despair.
Once these priests and Saint Samurai really did so, then the Inquisition would have no qualms in judging them.
"If that's the case, Uncle …"
"I've persevered until now, but it's too difficult to control my mind, especially in this environment …"
The other replied with a bitter smile. "Maybe I'll go to the stake with you tonight!"
"The stake …"
Speaking of this, Evan had no confidence at all.
Originally, he was confident that Paladin Robin would definitely come to rescue him, and what he had done was not a big mistake.
But ever since he entered this prison, he knew that he was still too naive.
For those in power, was it important how big or small a crime he had committed?
Look at all these Saint Samurai and priests, didn't they still make up charges and execute him at will?
A deep sense of despair immediately enveloped Evan's heart.
Now he finally understood why this prison was called the 'Graveyard of Faith'.
"Time for dinner!"
As the light outside became dimmer and dimmer, a voice that sounded like a broken gong also sounded outside the prison.
The iron door was opened a small gap, and a few pieces of roasted kudzu and a glass of water were sent in.
"Enjoy your last dinner, kid!"
The jailer's voice was filled with mockery as he gradually walked away.
Evan looked at the muddy water with many suspicious objects floating in it, as well as the stinking, black, and mostly burnt kudzu. He had no appetite at all.
"Damn it!"
A sense of irritation attacked his heart, and he could not help but hold the kudzu and slam it against the door.
Crack!
The roasted kudzu fell apart, revealing a small piece of paper.
"Hmm?"
Evan picked it up and saw a line of small words written on it: "Pure faith, I will come to save you!"
"It must be Saint Samurai Robin!"
At this moment, Evan shed tears of gratitude, and felt even more ashamed of himself for wavering in the past.
The arraignment time came very early.
Almost as soon as dinner time passed, Evan was brought to a temple by two solemn-looking black-robed priests.
"Chief Inquisitor Gandalf, Captain Robin, and … the Pope?"
After seeing these people, Evan's heart suddenly sank.
In any case, using this kind of lineup to deal with him was a bit too much.
"Greetings, Your Holiness!"
He bowed to Jay.
"Your name is Evan, and you have recently become the Lord's Saint Samurai. But on that day, you injured many innocent mortals and abused the divine power bestowed upon you by the Lord?"
Jay asked in a calm voice: "Is that so?"
"No!"
Evan suddenly stood up and straightened his back: "Your Holiness, please listen to my explanation! All of this was caused by Doolittle, he hurt my family … "
"Even so, you should not have violated the commandments of the Saint Samurai and attacked ordinary believers!"
Pope Jay frowned: "According to the commandments, how should he be punished?"
"He should be naked in front of the statue of God and be whipped a hundred times with vines to repent!"
Gandalf replied in a rigid voice.
"Huh?"
Evan raised his head in surprise, somewhat unable to believe that the other party would let him off so easily.
"But Saint Samurai Evan is not only involved in this matter!"
Gandalf continued: "He is suspected of participating in a heretical religious organization and is preparing to overthrow the current rule of the Holy See!"
"I did not …"
The dagger was revealed! Evan immediately retorted loudly, knowing that he could not admit to this crime, otherwise he would really be tied to the stake and burned to death.
"Then how do you explain this?"
Gandalf raised his hand and a small piece of paper appeared. Impressively, it was the piece of paper hidden in the kudzu root during dinner: "In the face of God, all lies have no place to hide!"
"This … This was given to me by Paladin Robin …"
Evan said weakly, only to find a trace of doubt appearing on Paladin Robin's face. His heart suddenly sank, knowing that he had fallen into some kind of trap.
"So that's how it is …"
Gandalf smiled proudly: "Lord Paladin Robin, shouldn't you give me and the Pope an explanation?"
"Could it be that all of this is a trap, and the real target is not me, but Robin?!"
Evan immediately understood everything, but it was too late.
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