Chapter 115

The black magician always had a cynical face and never spoke to anyone in a good tone. Al didn't waste time dealing with him and got straight to the point: "I'll give you the chance to carry out the execution yourself. Do you want it?"

Hawthorne was stunned. "Didn't you stop me from doing it myself a few days ago?"

"If you use dark magic, the Holy Light Seal in the bishop's body will automatically activate and counterattack. There will be no such problem if you use an axe to execute him."

Hawthorne had no reason to refuse. He looked at the silver-haired young man's back as he walked away and whispered, "Thank you..."

Everyone would applaud if the nobles were to be executed. Originally, commoners and nobles were two opposing parties. Who wouldn't want the oppressors to disappear?

But the situation is different on the priest's side. Even though the crime was announced two days ago, there are still a large number of fanatics who are unwilling to accept the facts.

How could the priests be wrong? If their words and actions were all lies, then wouldn't I be a fool and an accomplice for following their instructions? !

Many believers are subconsciously unwilling to admit the facts. This is not the first time that Al has seen this situation. There are such believers in every city where a branch is located.

According to the degree to which the fanatics have been brainwashed, if the priests were arrested by the powerful or the army sent by the royal family, they would certainly cause a riot at the execution ground and try to save people.

They would only regard the crimes announced as a smear on the priests, as if the powerful wanted to embezzle church property!

But it is His Royal Highness the Son of God who makes all these decisions. After all, the fanatics are believers of the God of Light. The greatest and most trusted person in their hearts is of course the God of Light. His Royal Highness the Son of God, who was personally chosen by the gods, has a much higher status in the hearts of believers than bishops and priests.

Because it was the Son of God who sentenced the bishops to death, even if the believers resisted the facts, they did not cause a riot to resist His Highness's decision.

Women who had children with priests came to the church to plead for them and to appeal for justice. They wanted to have a child who was protected by God and had the glorious blood of priests, not the blood of criminals!

Al could only comfort them. After all, their father was a magician, and it was a fact that their offspring had a greater chance of showing talent than other civilians.

If the woman is still pregnant but does not want to have the baby, he also supports abortion. Anyway, there are two light mages here who can ensure the safety of this action.

The believers only knew that Abner came from the Bishop's Court of the Royal City and that his status was higher than that of the priests of the Ita Branch, but they had no specific idea, so Abner could not convince the people, and it was necessary for the Son of God to come forward to appease the believers.

Abner followed Al for two days and realized that even though they had known each other for so many years, he had never known that this boy was so good at speaking polite words.

The young man spoke righteously and with solid arguments. His tone was gentle but inspiring. His calm blue eyes seemed to be able to see through the skin into a person's soul. When he was preaching, his whole body was glowing!

Wow, no wonder the believers in the royal city started calling him "The Holy Son" when he was still a candidate! With this ability to win people's hearts, he was born to be the Holy Son.

Abner could only be thankful that this was a young man with his own opinions, who had not absorbed too much of the dregs of the Church and had a very fair view of dark talents.

On the day after the conversation with Hawthorne, the small square in Ita City, which was used to execute criminals, was bustling with people.

There were more than two hundred people wearing shackles and kneeling on the ground in a panic. From noble priests to wealthy businessmen and knight guards, and even common people, they all received equal treatment for the first time.

Some people saw the situation clearly and cried for mercy, saying they were willing to be exiled and only asked to spare their lives. Some people still couldn't believe how they could fall into such a situation in the blink of an eye given their status.

Kneeling on the dirty ground, being pointed at and criticized by a bunch of untouchables? They couldn't stand it and started to curse.

The silver-haired young man looked at Hawthorne, who was holding an axe and standing quietly behind the bishop, and suddenly realized that there were many Hawthornes in the world, and many civilians who were exploited, framed, and had their relatives killed and were full of hatred.

He thought for a moment, then took out a whip. "Today, you have the opportunity to repay the injustice you have suffered in the past and vent your hatred. Brave citizens, take the whip from me and punish the criminals who have brought you pain."

"From now on, I hope that your bodies can break free from oppression, your souls can be liberated, and with the help of the new city lord and new priests, you can start a new life and embrace a brand new future."

The civilians below the execution platform were in an uproar. Not to mention the lower-class people like them, even Abner and Austin were a little surprised.

It was true that the two of them were compassionate, but their class mentality was also deeply rooted. They were the top of the human race, and they had no problem making any decisions about the priests and nobles, but...how could the common people whip the nobles? There was no precedent for this.

Once this line is crossed, will the common people begin to think that the powerful and wealthy are just like that, and will cry out for mercy when they are hurt, acting in an ugly manner?

Will they begin to despise the powerful and wealthy from the bottom of their hearts and become difficult to control?

Austin and the others had such subconscious thoughts, but they couldn't say specifically what Al did wrong. After being shocked, they felt quite relieved.

This group of powerful scum is really disgusting, and the civilians are really pitiful. If they were deceived and oppressed like this, I would also want to beat them up, otherwise I would be unwilling to accept it!

After all, the people that Al wants to make friends with are all kind-hearted and not so feudal and conservative. After hesitating for a while, they thought it over and had no objection to Al's decision.

The silver-haired young man gave Austin a look. After his Royal Highness reacted, he stood up to boost the reputation of the human rulers, saying that the royal family also supported the people in whipping criminals and hoped that the remaining dignitaries in Ita City would take it as a warning.

The person who was sent to take over found it ridiculous and worried that it would arouse the people's confrontational mentality and would be difficult to manage in the future. However, since the top superiors had said so, there was nothing they could do.

"This is a noble family. Do we really have the qualifications?"

Someone spoke up amid the noise. Al had sharp ears and heard the question. "They have been stripped of their identities and are just criminals about to die. It's okay if you don't want to do it. We won't waste any time and will execute them immediately."

He just wanted to provide an opportunity for revenge, but he wouldn't go to the trouble of persuading others to do it.

Not everyone among the lower class who has been cowardly for half their lives can dare to resist like Hawthorne, and not everyone has the heart to take up arms and hurt others, even their enemies.

There were many people in the audience who were interested, but no one stepped forward. The criminals cursed and still acted like big shots. Even though they were tied up and kneeling, their aura was much higher than that of the civilians standing. The people felt that even if these people died, they would become evil spirits and continue to torture them...

Until someone took the whip from His Royal Highness the Son of God and lashed it hard on the bishop, then lashed the priests next to him one by one, beating them until their skin was torn and they cried out in pain...

Seeing the person they feared dodging and begging for mercy, the people suddenly were not afraid anymore!

Even if they really become evil spirits, so what! They also have new priests appointed by His Majesty the Son of God himself, who can completely destroy these criminals!

More and more people came to the front of the crowd, waiting to vent their anger and take revenge.

Seeing this, the knights who were guarding the execution platform took out their whips and handed them to the people.

A woman grabbed one and rushed to the former city lord with tears in her eyes, "You beast! Give my daughter back to me!!"

Her beautiful and well-behaved daughter went to work as a maid in the city lord's manor and never came back!

The whips were taken away one by one, and after a while, there was crying and shouting on the execution platform. The criminals being beaten were crying, and the torturers were also crying. One side was crying for the physical pain, and the other side was crying for the sad past. The pressure on their souls finally disappeared, and they were crying for the hard-earned relief.

"Who are you? I have never seen you before! We have no grudges against each other. You just want to take advantage of the opportunity to do violence to me, right? You are a lowly person with a dirty soul..."

The former bishop's face was already a bloody mess, and begging for mercy was useless. He began to curse. The black magician sneered and whipped his throat. When he was about to die, a white light enveloped his whole body and restored the bishop to his intact state.

The bishop laughed triumphantly and crazily: "Ha...hahahaha...untouchable! See? My God is protecting me!!"

He looked at the silver-haired young man fiercely: "Your Highness, Holy Son! Since my God is willing to grant me asylum, it means that He does not think I am guilty, and you are not qualified to judge me!"

This was not the first time that the bishop had yelled at him like this. Al said calmly, "Oh, if the Holy Light descends upon you once more, it will prove that my God does not recognize your guilt, and I will let you go."

Unfortunately, the God of Light abandoned those He once protected. A group of priests and other criminals were beaten to death. They were supposed to be beheaded... It doesn't matter, they will die anyway.

Al glanced at the new city lord and priest who had unhappy faces beside him, and felt that showing the hatred and violence of the lower class people could serve as a deterrent. Even if the new bureaucrats became greedy in the future, they would not dare to go too far.

He decided that every time he executed a criminal, he would create a scene like this!

The whip, which was dyed black and red and still dripping with blood, was handed to the clean and beautiful Holy Son. The Holy Son smiled politely and said, "No need to return it. I'll give it to you as a souvenir."

There were too many civilians who wanted to vent their anger. Even though the criminals were dead, they were still whipping their corpses. Al was sure that no accidents would happen, so there was no need to stay any longer. He left quietly with the new priest.

Abner did not follow, he took the black magician away.

"Not only did he not say thank you, but he also handed such a dirty whip to him. Who are you trying to annoy?"

Hosorn didn't want to talk to people who talked too much, and he didn't think the silver-haired young man would take such things to heart.

Abner said angrily, "Devils can be friends with Al, so why can't you get along well with him? If you are unlucky and get caught in the future, Al can still help you out."

Hawthorne raised the corner of his lip sarcastically. How could someone who hid like a mouse be friends with the one who was the center of attention?

Every time he sees such a person, talented, with a happy family and holding great power... when he sees other people's lucky life, he can only feel that fate is unfair. Why should he have to live such an unfortunate life?

Hawthorne knew that he was prone to mental imbalance. In order to avoid suffering, he always stayed away from people with good luck. Even Abner, whom he had met several times, he didn't want to get close to him.

Abner handed the black magician, who always had a sour face, to the dean who was hiding nearby, and then returned to the chamber.

"Send you back?"

"Um."

The black magician, whose grudges have been settled, has returned to the safe space where he has lived for decades, and may not come out again for a long time...

That day, after talking with the new priest, Al and Abner half-truthfully reported the situation in Ita City to Bishop Edgar, which made the bishop in a bad mood again.

Edgar looked at the pile of files on the table and began to suspect that the intelligence and events sent over by the various chambers were irrelevant or fabricated. So many priests were focusing on pleasure, how could they pay attention to any serious matter!

"Oh my God... I haven't left the royal city for a long time. I didn't know there were so many corrupt people in the Church! The people are suffering much more than I thought... I have managed the Church like this. How can I face His Holiness the Pope next time he comes out?"

"Ah... I don't know when His Majesty will end this period of training. I can also ask him to come up with a way to restrain the priests."

Al pretended to be disappointed and lowered his eyes, otherwise he was afraid that he would not be able to control his expression - why would the Pope care?! He is not as caring as someone who was forced to join the job and get promoted!

Damn moral cleanliness! His motherland in his previous life cultivated his moral standards too high, so he couldn't stand having such a filthy organization on his hands, otherwise he wouldn't bother to care about so many shitty things!

He just wants to have a leisurely time with his lover and learn magic quietly, okay!

After the events of Ita City spread, the two princes made the nobles and priests even more frightened, fearing that the God of Death would pass through their territory. Some of them who had done too many bad things actually became nicer to the citizens in order to avoid being held accountable.

Public security has improved a lot, and the policies that benefit civilians were issued too suddenly, making many completely ignorant people at the bottom wonder if these nobles have broken their heads. If so, I hope their heads will continue to break.

The longer the time goes, the more perfectly the criminals can cover up their crimes, and the more difficult it becomes for Al and others to investigate.

They even encountered an absurd incident where the nobles and priests used enchanted weapons to hypnotize the entire city and create a false illusion of harmony.

The more troublesome things they discovered, the more the Bishop's Court and the Royal Court realized that people and things were somewhat out of control far away from the royal city, so Her Majesty the Queen sent out several teams of confidants to investigate the parasites.

Bishop Edgar also sent a team of paladins to clean up the fallen priests with Al in two groups. The subsequent arrangements of the branch court were carried out according to what Al had done before.

The morals of the human race are getting better year by year, and Al is very satisfied with the progress. If nothing unexpected happens, he will retire earlier than expected - it doesn't matter if he still has to take over the position of Pope. In his mind, completing his work is equivalent to retirement.

Three years later, in the misty divine realm, in a completely quiet area, a magnificent platinum-colored temple stood. The divine light flower representing light had eternal life here.

In the hall, a pair of eyes suddenly opened, and the light golden pupils contained inorganic indifference.

Ashborn stood up, closed his eyes, and then slowly opened them. This time, a little white light was reflected in his eyes, and his handsome and gentle face finally had some expression.

The god frowned almost imperceptibly. Why did the power of faith of the creatures in the lower world decrease so much?

The protective seals that He bestowed upon the ants were also reduced by more than twenty...

Has it been many years since I last woke up?