The blonde nun continued to describe the current situation.
"After this incident, Lord Odysseus has voluntarily given up the idea of running for Pope. If Lord Charente does not come out, Lady Binnies is very likely to be the next Pope." The nun said.
"That's why Lady Bines has been very busy recently. Archbishops from various branches visit her almost every day to ask for her opinions and views."
"Is that so..." Loran Hill nodded. This time, he achieved his goal as expected.
"What about Sibis?" she asked instead.
"Lord Sibis is currently being held in the Judgment Department, awaiting the judgment of the new Pope after he ascends the throne."
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The headquarters of the Judgment Department, underground.
Passing through the strict and dense guards, the long tunnel with layers of checkpoints, opening the sturdy and thick doors, and entering the dark and cold cell.
Two torches were stuck on the wall, burning quietly. In the shadow of the flickering flames, a fat and tall figure was vaguely visible.
From the corridor beside them came the crisp sound of sliding iron bolts, the clashing of armor and leather, and a steady footstep slowly approached.
He stopped in front of the prison door and stood still.
Then a black-robed guard came over, helped open the cell door, and let the man in.
Hearing the approaching footsteps, the fat man in the shadow raised his head, took a look, and then lowered his head blankly.
An iron chair was brought in and the man sat in front of the prisoner.
"We have one more thing to ask you." His voice was as cold as the rock on the cliff.
"Do you know those who practice strange mystical arts, pray for chaos to come, and turn their backs on this world?"
"Heh--" the prisoner spat out with disdain.
"Don't pin all the blame on me, you gutter rats."
"I just want to live a comfortable life, I won't do such a thing."
"But many of the arrested 'Backlighters' have connections to your faction, including high-ranking members of the church."
"What does this mean? I can still say that they all drank water. Does that mean other people who drank water also have problems?"
"I'm just helping everyone. I'm not a member of their inner circle, so how can I know what everyone is really thinking? As long as the result is good for both of us, that's all that matters."
"Being overly concerned and prying into other people's privacy will only bring misfortune. Many things are not necessarily better the clearer they are."
"Really?" The man was not surprised, as if he knew the man in front of him very well.
The cell fell into a brief silence, and the only sound that could be heard around was the whirring of the torches burning on the wall.
"I never thought that many years later, we would be in the same room like this." The man ended his previous inquiry, seeming to lament the passage of time.
After hearing this sigh, the prisoner did not look up, but took a heavy breath, looking a little uneasy.
"Please allow me to address you as such once again—Senior Sibis."
After this brief statement, the cell fell into a rare silence.
"You were once my role model. I still remember when I first came to church headquarters. Coming from a poor family, I was somewhat shy and self-conscious. It was you who led me up the long mountain steps, pulling me along even though I was exhausted."
"Tell me which palace has a restaurant where I can eat cheaply and fill my stomach. Tell me where to get water, how to wash clothes, and how to make a quilt."
"In my eyes at that time, you were so tall and trustworthy. The notebook you gave me was also the first gift I received in my life."
"I wrote down a lot of the words you told me back then, and I can still remember a few of them today."
"Background doesn't mean anything; what matters is a positive attitude."
“If you persevere, you will be able to enjoy the sunset glow all over the sky without any guilt when the sun sets.”
The man sitting on the iron chair took a trembling breath, which then turned into a silent sigh.
"Now that the evening mist has set, can you still feel no guilt?"
After hearing this question, the figure tied up with iron chains let out a creepy laugh.
"Hahahahaha, Keus, you're quite knowledgeable, and you're using this to provoke me."
"Ask me if I feel guilty, then let me tell you, I don't feel guilty at all."
"Everything I have today, power, wealth, and strength, I have fought for every bit of it myself."
"Yes, I did use some means. But so what? This world has no rules or restrictions that say you can't do something."
"All the rules and dogmas were imposed by later generations, just to make excuses for their own cowardice and incompetence. If you have the guts, you can do the same as me. No one's stopping you."
"The reason you can stand here and mock me is simply because you won and I lost. Stop with all this hypocritical preaching. I was just stupid back then, believing in things like dedication and hard work."
"This world will never reward you for your dedication and hard work. Everything must be fought for, snatched, and schemed for. The life and death of others is none of my business!"
"I just want to live a comfortable and enjoyable life. People die every day in this world. Do I have to care about them one by one? What good will it bring me?"
Keus looked at the man who was yelling hysterically, waiting for him to finish venting his nonsense.
Pah pah pah——
With his palms clapping slowly, Keus stood up slowly and walked in front of Sibis.
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