The Clerics exchanged glances with one another. They could not think of any other reason to refute Zu Huanyao's words.
The crime of abusing a forbidden spell was on a completely different level compared to the crime they were going to charge Mofan with. Abusing a forbidden spell would not even land him in jail, as long as he did not hurt anyone!
"Ugh, that's all for today's trial. The Judges and the rest of the Clerics, please stay. The rest of you are free to leave." Remil immediately ended the trial when he realized something was not right.
They could not afford to follow Zu Huanyao's train of thought any further. If his words influenced the other Judges or the Clerics, the proposal to send him to the Dark Hell might fall through.
Life imprisonment, abolition of magic, and imprisonment in the Sacred City were not what the Sacred City wanted. Even if they beheaded someone like Mofan, who had the Demon Element, in public, he might be able to come back from the dead with some evil magic!
They had to carry out a dark death sentence!
Just like Wen Tai, they would never be able to free themselves!
However, many democratic countries in Europe had already abolished the death penalty, not to mention that the Sacred City was planning to send the soul of a dead person to the Dark Hell. If the person had not committed a heinous crime, it was unlikely they would carry out the trial.
Therefore, the trial had to be carried out according to the rules. No one was allowed to sabotage any part of the trial, as it might result in a different sentence.
…
After the crowd dispersed, Zu Huanyao walked down the stairs of the Holy Hall in his thick robe.
Zu Xiangtian stood to the side, waiting for Zu Huanyao.
"Grandpa, I heard that you are defending him," Zu Xiangtian said unhappily.
The news spread quickly. Zu Huanyao's defense would soon spread across the Sacred City, reaching the ears of everyone who was concerned about the incident. Zu Huanyao's stance was obvious.
He was no longer a Chairman who had to listen to the Sacred City's arrangements. He was now on China's side, trying his best to protect Mofan.
"It's a fact that he killed the Patrolling Angels. It's impossible to clear his name, so we can't change anything based on the crime. We can only rely on the outcome. As long as it's not sending him to the Dark Hell, everything else is acceptable," Zu Huanyao said.
Zu Xiangtian was confused. He initially thought his grandfather would side with the Angels of the Sacred City and send Mofan to the Dark Hell without any hesitation. After all, Mofan's power was too much of a threat to many people. He was a lunatic with no bottom line, and would interfere with the benefits of many people.
"Grandpa, I don't understand. You've spent decades establishing yourself in the Sacred City. You've earned an unshakable position in the Asian Magic Association. Why are you suddenly abandoning the Sacred City and Archangel? Archangel Michael and Remil? Archangel.......... to...... to you...... of Archangel..................
Mofan was their enemy, not their ally!
Why would the Zu Clan offend the entire Sacred City for the sake of an enemy?
Zu Huanyao stopped and stared at Zu Xiangtian. There was almost no light in his old eyes.
"Did … did I say something wrong?" Zu Xiangtian panicked a little. He felt that his grandfather's gaze was a little frightening. Zu Huanyao had always been the most respected person in the Zu Clan. Without his international influence, the Zu Clan wouldn't have achieved its current status.
"Xiangtian, I've done a lot of things in my life. Some of them were done with a clear conscience, while others were done against my conscience. I can't be like Chairman Shao Zheng, who would rather lose his position and stick to his principles and path. I can't be like Hua Zhanhong, who slays demon creatures at sea to protect this great country, but I do have a skill that none of them have. I know how to curry favor with those in power … To put it in a more decent way, I know how to negotiate," Zu Huanyao slowly walked forward with his walking stick.
Zu Xiangtian helped him up respectfully. The streets of the Sacred City were bustling with people. The grandfather and grandson did not return to their house. They continued to walk on the busy streets.
Zu Xiangtian knew Zu Huanyao had something to say to him.
Zu Xiangtian had always listened to him since he was young. He rarely dared to speak.
However, he could not understand his grandfather this time.
Could Mofan still be saved?
—
He had offended the Sacred City. He had killed a Patrolling Angel. He was a thorn in the side of the Archangels. How were they supposed to save him?
"I'm not doubting your decision, but we all know the rules of the Sacred City. We might not be able to change anything. We might even lose the Zu Clan's right to speak in the Sacred City," Zu Xiangtian said.
"It's easy for a person to change beyond recognition. After receiving the reward for sucking up to those in power for the first time, they might treat it as a new skill they've learned. They might tell themselves that it's an improvement, and that it's a self-transformation. They will eventually succumb to their wealth and privileges … but I'm different. Everything I've done in the past, whether it was against my conscience or against my conscience, was just so I could say what I want to say and do what I should in front of the real ruler one day," Zu Huanyao gripped his walking stick tightly. It almost sank into the ground.
Zu Xiangtian looked at his grandfather. He felt like he did not know the man before him anymore.
His grandfather had always taught him how to look forward since he was young. He had to look at the big picture, learn how to be patient, learn how to balance the situation, and learn how to control the situation …
Say what he wanted to say and do what he should do?
Zu Xiangtian believed his grandfather was the last person in the world who would say something like that!
"Do you think it's time for you to say something, grandpa … grandpa?" Zu Xiangtian noticed Zu Huanyao staring at the end of the path.
At the end of the path was the ancient plaza used for executions. After the two of them were destroyed and disappeared from this world, that place was completely sealed.
Zu Huanyao kept walking toward the square. His eyes never left the square …
Zu Xiangtian came to a realization.
It was that person, after all. Only that person could make Zu Huanyao do something like that at his age.
His hair had turned white, and he was holding onto a walking stick. His eyes were filled with pain, and his face was covered in tears.
However, Zu Huanyao could not say a single word, nor could he squeeze out a single tear. What principles? What principles? It was just that everyone had their own desires.
He was only using his actions to tell the people who had passed away how regretful he was!
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