"Are you done? Is this what you really think now?"
"You are as lowly as an insect or an ant."
"It seems I was wrong. I didn't expect Senior Sibis to have such a narrow vision."
"If you had never been in power, no one would blame you for thinking this way. But I'm afraid you can't endure a life of poverty and hardship."
"They want to be respected, receive various benefits, and monopolize various interests, but they don't want to make corresponding contributions themselves."
"Relying on the great tree of the Church, sucking its sap, and becoming a fat borer—is this your wish? That's truly admirable. I admire you for daring to admit it so confidently."
"I'm so disappointed, Senior Sibis."
"Even those heretics who have abandoned the gods and angels look more lovable than you. At least they are willing to sacrifice themselves for their ideals."
"Now I also believe that you really have no connection with those 'Backlighters'. After all, someone as cowardly as you wouldn't have the courage to do such a thing."
Keus' words were like hard and sharp swords, piercing into Sibis' heart and tearing apart his tattered dignity.
"No, it's not like that. I just want to live a better life..." There was sobbing in his voice.
"Don't pollute these simple words, Lord Sibis." Keus picked up the iron chair and turned to leave.
"People who truly want to live a better life will use their own hands to grow abundant fruits, instead of just grabbing food from other people's baskets like you do."
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