Chapter 267 Letter
The three questions in front of the temple quickly ignited the crowd.
Just one hour after the sermon ended, the news of what had happened spread throughout the human territory at an extremely terrifying speed.
Although the Vatican intended to curb this unfavorable trend, the invisible forces in the dark were unstoppable and added fuel to the already critical situation.
All kinds of opinions and speculations were flying around, some were half-believing and half-doubting, some were steadfast, and some were in panic and collapse. The Vatican was once again caught up in a storm of rumors.
Even during the third questioning, Pope Callisto responded immediately.
But all the formal and high-sounding answers seem so light in the face of the irrefutable facts and the heroic death of the questioner.
Even if the speaker was the great Pope Callisto, it would not make the response more credible.
Many things can be kept as a last piece of decent fig leaf if they are not exposed.
I got used to it and became numb, and placed my faith in this seemingly absolutely correct belief, and I endured the miserable days day after day.
Until the last piece of fig leaf was lifted, and the dazzling light shone in, stinging and burning the eyes that had long since accustomed to the dimness, and then let out a painful and confused wail.
"If the Holy See is no longer the pure land of our Lord, then let's stop here—"
The monk in white robes, with tears in his eyes, jumped down from the rooftop.
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“Boom—”
The statue of the god fell from the display stand with a dull sound, but fortunately the thick carpet kept it intact.
Lu Yi didn't take his eyes off the paper in his hand, and he asked without raising his head, "Why did you touch it?"
Ares retracted his fingertips and did not give a direct answer, but said: "The power of faith is undeniable. If there is no god to believe in, the sculpture should no longer be a statue of god, right? The so-called hero is a great person worth commemorating, the king of every empire..."
There was something else behind his words. Lu Yi finally looked up at him, only to see a clear smile in his eyes.
Lu Yi reacted instantly and realized that this was not a serious matter to discuss, but was just to attract his attention.
Ares is well versed in the art of amusing cats, and since he had already thrown out the lead, he continued the conversation even if the purpose was not this.
After all, he didn't care what topic they talked about, he just wanted Lu Yi to talk to him and keep his eyes on him.
"What do you think?"
Lu Yi blinked his eyes, and without wasting his magic power, he picked up the fallen statue and put it back on the display stand from a distance.
"I don't think of anything."
Ares raised an eyebrow, "Don't you want to replace all these sculptures with your own? Then it will be easier to become a god.
"As far as I know, Callisto secretly tampered with the statue of Chaos many years ago."
Lu Yi shook his head.
"The human race is more rebellious than you think, not to mention a matter as grand as faith. The more you force them to change, the less likely you will achieve your goal... Besides, I don't need it."
"Okay." Ares didn't force it. "Then you're just going to let them continue to believe in the God of Light? The fallen God of Light?"
"Let me correct you. What I have always announced to the public is that the God of Light is asleep, but I have never said that he has fallen."
"Why bother? It's a waste of faith."
"It's not a waste of effort. The collapse of faith is a terrifying thing." Lu Yi stood up and walked to the statue.
"The human race on this continent may need the existence of gods and faith more than you think."
As the only god believed in by the human race, the God of Light had a large number of devout believers, and there were also quite a few extremists. If the news of the God of Light's death was suddenly announced, the first thing that would inevitably result would be the collapse and chaos of a large number of extremist believers.
Just like many years ago, after the fall of the gods at Ragnarok, countless believers committed suicide, and after a long period of chaos, the human race finally re-established order.
Lu Yi just wanted to defeat Callisto and the current Holy See, not to completely destroy the Holy See and cause chaos among the human race.
From the beginning to the end, he was not in opposition to the God of Light and his devout believers.
Otherwise, he would not have gone to such great pains to alienate the relationship between the Holy See and believers.
Ares could not deny it, but said inexplicably: "Then you are quite considerate of them, what are you going to do next?"
Lu Yi smiled and asked, "How do the people of Katifan react? How does the Vatican react?"
"Compared to the blind enthusiasm for the Church in the past, the public's doubts are now completely unstoppable. Even the residents of Katifan have begun to waver. As for the Church, it is trying hard to spread Callisto's response that day, but to no avail."
"It's not enough." Lu Yi murmured, "It's still missing the last bit..."
Lu Yi took out the envelope that was at the bottom.
The envelope was empty; the blank letter that had once been printed with a violet fleur-de-lis pattern was gone.
Lu Yi tapped the envelope with his fingertips, unable to tell whether he was excited or ashamed.
Excited about the third gift he gave.
Shame on him for taking advantage of his old friend's friendship.
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Katifan.
The Grand Court, the Knights' Chamber of Judgment.
Wavelin sat quietly, with only two identical pure white envelopes on the empty desk.
There was a piece of blue paper under the two envelopes.
The two letters had not looked like this ten minutes ago. They were neatly placed in a larger blue envelope with "FROM RAND" written on the back.
The handwriting was not that of a person he was familiar with, but Waverin could roughly guess who wrote it.
After all, apart from Lu Yi, Rant's best friend, there is no other possible candidate.
In such a special period, the letter sent away from everyone's eyes was so suspicious, with words like "trap" and "danger" written all over it.
But because of the small line "FROM RAND", Wavelin couldn't refuse it. Even if this mellow wine was mixed with poison, he couldn't help drinking it.
Wavelin sat in his dormitory, slowly opening the envelope as if he was handling some of the most mundane chores - if one could ignore his trembling hands.
There was a piece of blue letter paper and several white ones, all with handwriting belonging to Rand.
The blue letter paper seemed to be loose pages taken from other letters, and had the least content.
Although there is no signature or inscription, the content shows that this is a letter written by Lan to Lu Yi.
The content of this short paragraph is very simple, just instructing Lu Yi to help Lante deliver the letter. Five years later, if Waverin is still in the Vatican and is doing well, he should give him the letter with the wax seal on the left; if Waverin is no longer in the Vatican, or if something happens to the Vatican, he should give him the letter with the wax seal on the right.
Obviously, Lu Yi did not listen to Rant's words, but gave the choice to Wavelin himself, and both letters were handed to him in advance.
Wavelin took a deep breath and suppressed the sadness that was brought up by the familiar handwriting.
He picked up the letter on his left hand.
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Dear Greatest Knight of Judgement, Waverin:
When you open this letter, it should have been five years since I left Isaiah - God of Light, this is much longer than the time I have known you! I wonder if I am still your best friend? Well, I will just pretend to be sentimental and think so. (A cheerful smiley face sketch)
How have you been recently? You must have become the Knight Commander of the Judgement! I believe...
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I have said so much, if you have read this carefully, then it is worth it that I regard you as my best friend!
Boy (crossed out) Youth! You must live a wonderful life with my share!
- Your best friend:
Sincerely, Rand
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There were three or two pages filled with writing. Even if Waverin read it carefully and slowly, and cherished it solemnly, he soon reached the end of the letter to sign.
Wavelin stroked the signature again and again. The familiar handwriting of his friend seemed to bring him back to the days when he was in Saint Dover.
Wavelin didn't realize it at the time, but those days were actually the happiest time of his life.
He should have felt happy for this letter, a happiness he hadn't felt for a long time, but this happiness also made him burst into tears. The pain that had never dissipated and was deliberately ignored came back again, pressing him so hard that he couldn't breathe.
Lant. The close friends who once fought side by side with him and supported him could no longer appear before his eyes, and could only appear in such silent and quiet handwriting.
He didn't even leave a photo stone for him as a souvenir.
Wavelin wiped away the tears that rolled down his face in embarrassment.
He didn't want to contaminate the paper that should be treasured for years.
Wavelin carefully put away the first letter, and then picked up the second letter on his right hand.
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Dear Wavering,
To be honest, I don't really want you to see this letter. When you see this letter, it means that the situation I least want to see has happened.
As of the time I wrote this letter, I was still hesitating whether I should tell you the truth about all this. At least when I wrote the letter, I was not sure whether I would send it in the end. (Draw a sloppy and slightly bitter smiley face)
Anyway, let me tell you everything I know now. About the God of Light and the God of Darkness, about the Church and Ka, about my possible death.
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Dear Wavering, do not shed tears for my departure. I am free.
I wrote all this not because I want you to do anything. No, in other words, I want you to leave the Church completely with my legacy.
Leave the source of all these disputes. Go to a place with wind and flowers, a place where your heart is truly at peace. Don't be driven by the church anymore, and don't become anyone's lackey.
- Your best friend:
Sincerely, Rand
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There was a piece of stiff cardboard tucked under the pages.
The cardstock was printed with a violet fleur-de-lis pattern, which Wevering recognized as the personal seal of Pope Callisto.
There were dried blood stains on the iris cardboard, and the brown marks silently revealed the friend's predetermined death.
At Rant's funeral, Lu Yi asked him what his plans were for the future.
Wavelin wiped away his tears, and a new answer came to his mind.
The author has something to say:
(Sliding on my knees) [Poor] I am tortured by the three-dimensional world and the late update——
I wonder if there are any little ones who want to read it. I can put the complete letter in the welfare chapter or the extra chapter qwq
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