Bishop Megall, who happened to have the same name as the Pope of the Church of Dreams 700 years ago, was the head of the church in the central diocese. Wright was no stranger to this name. Megall's name was signed on the decree of the Vatican that ordered him to preach in the Southern Region.
But Bishop Metro, who signed the edict, may not even know of his existence. The bishop had to sign a lot of things every day.
The Priest of the Holy Light in front of Leit stated his judgment. His tone was indisputable, and his expression was pious. The man who was declared an evil heretic whimpered in a low voice. The soldier's heavy kick might have broken his ribs. His voice was filled with great pain. The woman in the shabby skirt tried to beg the soldier to let her husband go, but the divine spell of silence still bound her throat, making her unable to make a sound.
Wright was silent for a short while.
So, what those who fled from the Holy Spirit Plains to the South said was true.
So, the news that the Church of Holy Light was wantonly persecuting heretic believers in the Holy Spirit Plains and amassing wealth from the merchants was also true.
He raised his head, looked at his "compatriots of the church", and asked aloud, "Will they be judged?"
"They have already been judged," the priest said somewhat casually. "What I just said is the 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 taken to the square and whipped dozens of times. The women will be locked up in the water dungeon for a few days. Then, see if they are willing to confess. After that, they will be sent to the church in town. After that, it will be up to the priests."
"The Holy Light will give them a chance," the priest with a white gold-rimmed bonnet continued. He probably thought that Wright was an ascetic in a remote monastery. His tone was full of impatience. "They can convert to the Holy Light and then hand over half of their family property as atonement money. After that, they will be innocent. Of course, they can also choose not to hand it over. Then, they can only go to the fire to verify whether their souls can be saved."
The last sentence seemed to be very humorous, and the two soldiers at the scene couldn't help but laugh.
Wright silently looked at the priest in front of him, and then at the two soldiers beside him. He could see that the two soldiers were not Knight of the Holy Church, but the private soldiers of the local feudal lord. These soldiers followed the priest to arrest people, so the feudal lord must have gotten a lot of benefits from the ransom.
"You've caught a lot of people, haven't you?" He looked at the priest wearing a white, gold-rimmed bonnet and said in an unprecedentedly calm tone, "How many gold coins can you earn from such a poor civilian?"
The priest could not help but frown. His expression suddenly showed a hint of vigilance. "Brother, you should not be concerned about this. This is Rayven Cathedral."
"Oh." Wright nodded and looked at the two soldiers beside him. "Shengguang asked me to pass a message to you."
The two soldiers looked at each other in confusion. The priest in the bonnet subconsciously felt a trace of danger. He could not help but put his hand on the holy emblem on his chest. "What do you want to do?"
Wright said faintly, "The Holy Light tells us to stand up in the face of evil."
As his voice trailed off, he suddenly twisted his body, raised his arm, and a huge fist whistled in the air. It was like a stone bomb smashing into the head of the nearest soldier!
The soldier seemed to be stunned. He had lived in the peaceful Holy Spirit Plain for many years. Usually, he could only brandish his sword to scare the civilians. Faced with this sudden attack, he did not even have time to react. With a loud bang, the huge fist smashed into the soldier's helmet. The steel helmet was like an inverted bell that exploded around the soldier's head. Then, the soldier was sent flying.
Before he flew out, the soldier had completely fainted. A large part of his helmet was dented as if it was hit by a warhammer.
After the punch, Wright did not retract his strength. Instead, he took advantage of the inertia to turn around and sweep his leg at the other soldier. At this time, the soldier finally reacted. He hurriedly jumped back and pulled out a one-handed sword from his waist to stab at Wright!
Wright was not afraid of the sharp steel sword. His hands were suddenly filled with a holy white light. He reached out and grabbed the steel blade with his hands. The holy light surged between his palms and turned into a solid barrier. The soldier was horrified to find that the sword he had used all his strength to stab was tightly held by the priest. The sword seemed to be stuck in the gap of the wall. No matter how hard he tried, he could not pull it out!
Wright once swore that he would not use the holy light to hurt, but this did not mean that he could not use the holy light to defend against the enemy.
At this moment, a wave of magic suddenly came from behind him. Wright did not even turn his head. He just gripped the blade in his hand tightly. The steel weapon was immediately covered with cracks. Then, he pulled hard and pulled the soldier who was holding the sword in front of him. His other hand smashed the soldier's shield away from the soldier's hand. Then, he grabbed the soldier's neck. Like holding a chicken, he threw the soldier in the direction of the priest.
The priest in the white, gold-rimmed bonnet stared with his eyes wide open. In shock, he quickly condensed a holy impact. But the scorching light only hit the soldier who was thrown over. The soldier was hit in the chest by the powerful holy light. He suddenly screamed and fainted in mid-air. The priest who released the holy spell could only dodge to the side.
Before he could stand firm, Wright rushed up.
"The holy light tells us that bullying the weak should be spurned!"
Along with this sentence, a huge fist slammed into the priest's chest, but a layer of pale golden shield appeared out of thin air, helping the priest block the heavy blow. His body flew backward, and the disintegrated Divine Shield scattered all the way like blood.
Wright did not give the priest a chance to get up. He rushed up again and directly pressed the priest into the ground with his huge advantage. Then, he raised his fist high.
"The holy light tells us that slander and framing are worse than robbers!"
The fist smashed down heavily. The terrified priest used the fastest speed in his life to condense a new layer of shield. But in the next second, he saw that the layer of shield was smashed with countless fine cracks. Countless light spots splashed out from the shield.
The priest wanted to curse, but at the same time, he wanted to cast any possible counterspells. However, a huge sense of oppression shocked his mind, making him unable to even speak a complete sentence. Leit was too familiar with the combat process of a priest. He would not give the priest any chance to resist.
He raised his heavy fist once again, and with a whistling sound, he smashed it onto the layer of Holy Light Shield.
"The holy light tells us that greedy and greedy behavior is the closest to that of a beast!"
"The holy light tells us that doing evil in the name of the Holy is worse than doing evil in the name of evil!"
"The holy light tells us that if unjust behavior is not punished, it is no different from doing evil!"
The heavy fist smashed the crumbling holy light shield. The holy light could no longer protect the priest lying in the ground. Wright's fist smashed into the terrified priest's face, and the latter immediately bled.
Wright grabbed the priest's collar and pulled him in front of him. He stared into the priest's eyes and asked word by word, "The holy light has told you so much. Do you remember?"
The priest's face was covered in blood. His frightened eyes were as if he was looking at a madman. He squeezed out the words from his throat. "Yes … I remember …"
"No, you don't remember." Wright shook his head and pressed the priest back into the ground. He raised his right fist high and then slammed it down again. "You are just scared by me."
With a muffled sound, the priest in a white robe and a white gold-rimmed bonnet finally fainted with blood flowing from his mouth and nose.
"The holy light tells us that we should control ourselves."
Wright sighed softly and slowly stood up.
The layer of holy light around him and on his fist to protect himself had disappeared.
He walked towards the civilian couple and bent down to check on their condition. But the first thing he heard was the woman's low cry. The divine silence spell on the woman had finally failed.
"Don't be afraid. You are safe." Wright whispered and carefully checked the man's injuries. The young farmer's face was bruised and bloody. Obviously, he had been beaten before he was dragged out. But his most serious injury was obviously the soldier's iron boot kick. He breathed in pain and covered his chest with his hand. His ribs were indeed broken.
Wright knew how to set the bones. He treated the man's injuries and asked him not to move. Then he whispered and prayed for the holy light's response.
Only a dim light appeared in front of him and almost disappeared in a flash.
Wright was stunned for a moment and seemed to understand something.
But he said nothing. He just took out the prepared holy water and healing amulets from his arms. With the help of these magic items, he finally healed the man's injuries.
"Thank … Thank you …" The young farmer got up from the ground and thanked Wright with a pale face. Although he still did not understand what had happened, he at least knew that the man in front of him who looked like a priest was saving him.
"You'd better leave this village." Wright accepted the gratitude 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. The villagers who saw the fight in the distance would definitely run to inform. Although he was the one who did it, the lord and the priest in the church would not care so much. And even if the conflict did not break out, Wright knew that the couple in front of him could not survive in this place.
They had been accused of a groundless crime and were regarded as heretics by the Church of Holy Light. There were only two outcomes for them. Either they would be burned to death in the fire, or they would repent in the church, change their faith, and then hand over half of their family property as "ransom". But for poor people like them, after handing over half of their family property, would they still be able to survive?
Their land would be taken away and become the property of the church or the feudal lord. Their houses would be no exception. The best result would be that they would become serfs and continue to farm the land that no longer belonged to them. The worst result would be that they would die of hunger and cold when winter came.
All of this had been decided before Leite's arrival.
"But where can we go …" The woman in a coarse dress wrung her clothes in pain. She had never left the village in her life and could not think of any way to survive at this moment. "Where can we go to survive …"
"I've learned carpentry," the young farmer said, "but the lord will definitely catch us again …"
"Go to Cecil, in the south," Wright suddenly said, "there's a way for you to survive."
"Cecil?" The couple looked at each other. They were ill-informed and ignorant, so they did not know about the existence of the pioneer territory.
Wright took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled. He looked at the two people in front of him and said solemnly, "I'll take you there."
(Recommended book, "Quadruple Split," a game. The protagonist's characteristic is schizophrenia (literally). It's a wonderful book with a lot of imagination. The author, Weatherleaf Wutong, is actually a reader in my group. I don't know if anyone knows him … Although I just know that he's writing a book, I decided to give him some support in case it becomes popular.)
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