Chapter 100 Chapter 100 Beo/Everyone worships Cyril...

"Archbishop, in compliance with your wishes, we have written a letter and sent it to the Holy Temple of the Temple of the Lord." The black-clad believer reported in a deep voice.

In the hall, Gryffindor, who was supposed to be imprisoned for trial, was still sitting there, with the trembling judge and a table full of sumptuous dinner in front of him.

Griffin drained his glass and snorted, "No need to wait for news from the Venerable. Let's set off immediately."

"But...without His Excellency's order, what if we are stopped..."

The believer was scared away by Gryffin's vicious look before he could finish his words.

"You must do whatever I say. Josephine, remember your identity. Your current boss is me, not Cyril."

"Yes." Josephine lowered her head in a trembling voice.

"Tell everyone to return to St. Petersburg tonight." Gryffin stood up and glared at the Inquisitor. "I'll settle your score when I get back."

The judge trembled and begged for mercy: "My Lord... Your Excellency, I have no choice. Under such circumstances, I can only sentence you guilty..."

Gryffin sneered and suddenly overturned the table, leaving cups and plates in a mess. The wine-red liquid splashed all over the Inquisitor's face, making him look very embarrassed.

"Then you'd better keep a clear head now. A little crime can't embarrass me." Gryffin's eyes were gloomy. He slowly put on the shackles and walked towards the carriage outside the house.

The bishop's travel was of high standard, with more than a dozen carriages accompanying him. The ceremony was so luxurious that it did not seem like the treatment for a criminal.

If Gryffin hadn't put on handcuffs on his own initiative, no one present would have dared to treat him as a criminal.

"Sir, do you still need to take those young believers with you?" Josephine walked in again and asked hesitantly, "Your trouble still needs to be solved by the Venerable. If he asks..."

"No." Gryffindor snorted, feeling rather annoyed. "Cyril has so many problems. He really thinks he's a saint."

Josephine didn't dare to respond and could only walk out in silence.

The inquisitor standing by didn't dare wipe the wine off his head until he saw Gryffin get up and walk out the door, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking of what he had just said, the judge couldn't help but sigh.

He himself was certainly not a good person, but Gryffindor was a real beast.

That day, he stood on the podium and pronounced judgment on Gryffin's crime. He felt terrified, but also felt an indescribable joy.

Thinking of this, he looked down at the Holy Light Church Medal again - this was what the woman returned to him.

His so-called faith had long since vanished after witnessing the darkness. But after that day, he seemed to feel a kind of pure warmth again, the words shouted by that worker—justice, fairness, science, equality…

It is like the most original belief in the Holy Light after removing all impurities - God loves everyone equally.

God is not just anyone; He is the wind, frost, rain, dew, the ebb and flow of the tides, the sun and the moon, and everything in the world.

People who wake up suddenly may not realize that they are awake at the first moment, but may suddenly realize it one day later.

Just like the judge at this moment.

He wiped the wine off his face, straightened his back, and looked into the depths of the night—

Everywhere one looked, black-robed believers stood solemnly, respectfully escorting the shackled bishop to the carriage.

Gryffin was in an irritable mood. He stepped on the guard's back and stepped into the carriage. He slammed the door shut and said, "Let's go."

The convoy set off in an orderly manner and camped in the wild at midnight.

Gryffin tossed and turned in bed, then suddenly opened his eyes. "Someone come."

Josephine, a member of the black-clad church, came in again, her figure looking even more hunched in the crowded tent.

"Bishop, what do you want me to do?" His voice was a little muffled.

Gryffin didn't pay any attention to his insignificant subordinates. He just felt a burning fire in his heart. "Go to any town and bring a child here."

The believer was silent for a few seconds: "But the Pope..."

Gryffin sneered, "Just clean it up before entering St. Petersburg."

The believers clutched their sleeves.

"Hurry up!" Gryffin looked up.

The cultist still didn't move, and Gryffin finally realized that something was wrong, but before he could stand up, a hand covered his mouth tightly.

The hunched believer stood up straight, and his figure suddenly became taller.

Not Josephine!

"Oooooh!" Gryffin struggled desperately.

The believer's headscarf fell, revealing a pair of dark and cold eyes.

Gryffindor's eyes widened and he struggled even more violently, but he was pinned down and unable to move.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die too easily." Heinrich said in a low voice.

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Outside the main tent, the accompanying guards and the black-clad cultists were divided into two groups, each setting up their own camp. Hearing muffled noises coming from the main tent from time to time, the leading guard was about to inquire, but was stopped by a cultist.

"The bishop just told me to bring a child here." The believer's voice was a little low, holding the child in one hand.

It was dark at night, and the leader only knew that the man wrapped in black was Gryffindor's attendant, so he said no more.

After all, such dirty things are too common, just like the other waiters didn't even ask.

"Okay, please let me know if there are any accidents."

The team leader looked at the main car again. There seemed to be shouts of struggle inside, but he pretended not to hear and turned away.

The believer who responded walked into the main tent with the child.

With a muffled sound, warm blood suddenly splashed on the child's face.

"Don't be afraid." The believer took off her veil, revealing her ice-blue eyes. She gently wiped the child's cheek, "No one can hurt you."

The child's eyes were confused and he was about to turn his head, but his eyes were blindfolded, so he did not see the bloody scene.

Griffin had been stabbed hundreds of times, lying in a pool of blood, a man no longer resembling a human. His mouth opened and closed, his eyes filled with resentment.

Heinrich threw away his bloodstained black robe, his eyes cold, and cut his throat neatly.

Isabel quickly handed him clean clothes and said, "Change into these and dispose of the body before dawn."

The two people acted in tacit understanding.

Heinrich took away Grenfin's body parts under the cover of night, and only put the child on the carriage after he left the crowd.

Hermann and Audrey had been waiting in the woods for a long time, and were both stunned when they saw Heinrich bringing a strange child.

Heinrich gave a brief explanation and was about to go back when Audrey stopped him.

"Where's my sister?" Audrey asked while comforting the child.

"I don't know her full plan." Heinrich's fingers were still dripping with blood.

Gryffindor was dead, but Isabel had changed into his clothes and stayed in the main tent.

Audrey's eyes were dazed. As Heinrich wiped the blood and was about to leave, she said, "Please bring her back safely. Please."

"I will." Heinrich raised his eyes, took out an envelope from his arms and handed it to Hermann: "Please open it after we leave. This is also Bella's arrangement."

"What's the exact time?"

"With your wisdom, you will know when the time comes." Heinrich turned and left.

"You all have to come back safely." Audrey looked at his back, imagining her sister at the other end of the forest, and murmured to herself, "You all have to come back safely."

Heinrich waved his hand and walked into the darkness before dawn without looking back.

-

As the chief believer around the archbishop, Josephine slept until dawn. He was so scared that he peed his pants and hurried to the main tent to wait for orders.

But today the main tent was unusually quiet. A passing guard greeted him, "Hey, you're back so soon?"

Josephine was bewildered.

Has he ever been out?

Before I could even wonder, a dull voice came from inside the tent: "Come in."

Josephine shuddered and ran in, "Your Excellency, Bishop..."

The bishop did not speak, and the unusual silence made Josephine feel inexplicably frightened.

He slowly raised his head, but before he could see the person in front of him, he felt something cold pressing against his head.

"Now, I am the Bishop of Gryffindor, do you hear me?"

Josephine's mind went blank.

The voice was deliberately changed in its vocalization mode, so nothing unusual could be heard from a distance, but at such a close distance, it was enough for him to tell that it was a woman!

"I heard...I heard it." Josephine trembled and didn't dare to look up.

He just wanted to survive, and didn't dare to ask any more questions, or even think about it... This woman replaced Gryffindor, so where did the real Gryffindor go...

I dare not ask. If I ask too many questions, I won’t live long.

"What do you need me to do?"

-

A quarter of an hour later, the convoy set off again.

It was said that the Archbishop was ill and was being cared for by Josephine, and that he must proceed to St. Petersburg with all possible speed.

Heinrich blended into the crowd again, got the news, and slowly approached the main car.

Josephine, who was tied up, heard a knock on the car window, and the next moment, she saw the masked "bishop" open his eyes.

Others were afraid of Granfin's authority and never dared to approach the main car without orders, which allowed Heinrich to find an opening.

"Should this person be dealt with?" Heinrich's first words when he saw Josephine almost scared her to death.

He was gagged and whimpered for mercy, then was knocked unconscious by a punch from Heinrich.

"No need." Isabel glanced at Josephine, "He's still useful."

Heinrich frowned: "What else is there to do?"

Isabel was silent for a moment, looking at the approaching mountains through the gap in the car window.

"To St. Petersburg."

Heinrich was slightly startled.

"I know what you want to say." Isabel looked at him calmly, "But I still hope you will support me wholeheartedly."

"My father has already told us with his life that that path will not work."

"Yes, he didn't succeed." Isabel said calmly, "But do you think he failed, Hein?"

Heinrich was silent.

Isabel paused, a smile flashing across her icy blue eyes. "No road in the world is easy to walk on. It is precisely because Ludwig has walked on it that we can follow his mark and move forward."

She looked into the distance with a distant gaze.

"Replacing Griffin is just a means to an end. Our true goal is the Temple of the Holy Land." Isabel lowered her eyes. "We stand on the shoulders of our predecessors. What they failed to do, we may be able to do."

Heinrich looked seriously into those ice-blue eyes and paused for a long time before speaking: "Yes, but I must correct you on one thing."

"Please go ahead."

"Before you ask, don't assume my answer is no. Because no matter what decision you make, I will be loyal to you until my death."

Isabel was stunned. She had not expected that these were what Heinrich was going to say.

"In reality, no decision can guarantee a 100% chance of success. Sometimes, your denial is normal."

"But my decision isn't based on your chances of winning." Heinrich calmly wiped the bloody dagger and shrugged. "Even if you told me you wanted to break into the Temple of the Holy Land and cut Cyril into pieces, I wouldn't say no."

Isabel smiled. She laughed for a while, with a strange look in her eyes. "Unfortunately, you guessed it right. This is my plan."

Heinrich paused, then threw up his hands nonchalantly, "Let's do it, the worst that can happen is we'll both be torn to pieces by him."

The two looked at each other and laughed softly together.

As Heinrich smiled, his eyes gradually softened.

"Isabelle," he whispered, using his wife's real name for the first time. "You can do this."

"Even if it's a crazy plan."

"Yes, even if it's crazy." Heinrich paused, his eyes full of meaning, "You have always been a miracle girl."

Isabel was slightly startled, as if she could read something unusual in his eyes.

Heinrich chuckled, staring into her eyes and said, "Everyone worships Cyril as a god, but I know he's not... you are."

Isabel was stunned for a long time. She didn't know whether Heinrich had noticed anything.

No matter how slight an abnormality is, it cannot be hidden from someone who loves you deeply. This is true for your mother, your sister, and now... Heinrich as well.

What's more, she never thought of hiding it.

Isabel lowered her eyes and chuckled. She thought for a long time, then reached out and cupped Heinrich's face, saying earnestly, "Then please look forward to your miracle girl performing miracles again."

"No, it's my Miracle Queen." The breeze blew outside the window, and Heinrich kissed her forehead.