Chapter 352 Lanqi Kills People and Breaks Their Hearts

The door of the Governor's Office extends on both sides. It is made of old maple wood that was cut down three hundred years ago and has been carefully carved. The door frame is inlaid with delicate silver patterns, which is noble and full of historical sedimentation.

The office was unusually quiet. Even Agnello's previous hoarse roar came to an abrupt end and no longer echoed in the spacious third floor of the Governor's Mansion.

"Loren...!!"

Agnello, whose body was bound by forbidden magic ice spikes, began to feel a series of stinging pains due to being moved, but the physical pain was insignificant compared to the fear in his heart.

Seeing Loren again in person, Agnello's breathing became rapid, and every time he inhaled, he made a slight choking sound, as if the air was condensing in his throat.

The surrounding noise gradually faded, and Agnello's eardrums fell into a silent blank, with only his own heartbeat echoing - it was a rapid, chaotic rhythm. His hands and feet could no longer move, and the distance between him and Loren was an abyss that could never be crossed.

The horror in his eyes, the fear that penetrated deep into his bones, bound him tightly like invisible chains.

The two figures on the sofa, Lanqi and Sigrid, were sitting quietly, looking even more calm and relaxed.

Lanqi sat on the left side of the sofa, as dignified as a chess player, stroking the black kitten in his hands.

On the other side, Sigrid leaned against the sofa, her chin supported by one hand, her palm resting on the armrest. Every knuckle revealed strength, as if the whole empire would tremble as long as she waved it lightly. She glanced at Agnello who was lying on the ground, with a condescending scrutiny.

The two people have completely different temperaments and sitting postures, one is as gentle as a poet, and the other is as majestic and domineering as a queen, but they unexpectedly get along very well with each other.

Looking at this atmosphere, Agnello's eyes revealed rage, despair and disbelief.

He originally thought that after he left, High Priest Loren would first control the weak Tyrannical Church.

Unexpectedly, this woman seemed to have mutual trust with the high priest.

Could it be that Tyrannical Catholicism had already betrayed the Protoss Empire and reached an unspeakable cooperation with the High Priest Loren...? Agnello was gradually unable to comprehend the scene before him, and all kinds of emotions in his heart surged like a tide.

He couldn't bear the feeling of losing everything and falling into the abyss.

Agnello's breathing was rapid and his vision was distorted. He just wanted to find a breakthrough, but every bit of his remaining rationality told him that there was nowhere to escape.

He suddenly shouted: "Loren!! You are such a sanctimonious, despicable hypocrite! Didn't you agree to let me go?!"

Agnello's voice was as mournful as a night owl, mixed with all his resentment and unwillingness.

“…”

Lanqi still kept the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, and his smile, in this situation, made Agnello even more terrified.

"I really won't kill you. Aren't you living well now?"

He spoke with a hint of naturalness, as if all this was natural.

The brief response pierced Agnello's heart even deeper, and his body trembled violently again.

He didn't understand why the high priest Loren, who was rumored to be always noble, could be so cold, hypocritical, and liked to play tricks on others, even worse than the cardinal of the Resurrection Church who had some evil tastes.

Agnello took a deep breath, the last of his strength.

He looked at Viscount Kingston, his voice filled with a hint of bitterness and struggle: "You have been deceived by him! He is Loren, the high priest of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny in the Southern Continent, and he is the enemy of the Empire! You will become sinners of the Empire if you do this! You...you have no idea what disaster you have caused!!!"

But.

None of Viscount Kingston and the guards stood up, and no one expressed their agreement with Agnello's words. Perhaps they simply didn't care about it, and they were terribly indifferent, staring at Agnello without any emotion in their eyes.

They may even become more convinced of something.

That kind of look is like looking at a crazy, stupid person who has completely lost his mind.

Viscount Kingston shook his head and chuckled, then walked gently to Lanqi's sofa, bowed his head and said respectfully: "Governor, you are indeed as good as a god. You hit every point right."

At this moment, Agnello completely collapsed.

That kind of despair surrounded his whole body like ice, even worse than his frozen body.

The little hope in his eyes shattered, and he felt like he was about to lose everything.

"He is a big liar! You have all been deceived by this liar!!!"

Agnello cried and laughed, as if he was finally driven crazy by all this absurdity.

Every word of that heart-wrenching cry sounded like his final cry of despair.

The other people in the room turned a blind eye and a deaf ear. No one showed the slightest sympathy or understanding, and no one came out to defend him.

They just looked at Agnello quietly. His madness and vanity appeared so real in front of them, but they were just looking at the scenery in the desert, so distant and indifferent.

Finally, Lanqi sighed.

He looked down at Agnello, his compassionate eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, and saw Agnello's soul naked.

But he was not as superior as Agnello had been to him on the snowy plains.

There was no cat and mouse play at all.

There is only pity and regret, like a kind old principal looking at a student who is about to be expelled.

Agnello put his shaking hands on the ground, trying to steady his body and emotions.

His eyes were filled with extreme confusion and fear as he stared at Lanqi, trying to find a hint of real answers or a glimmer of possible hope of survival from those unfathomable eyes.

No matter what, the one who caught him was the high priest Loren. As a believer of the goddess of fate, he should be a very kind person, right?

He said he would use love to influence me, and he promised not to kill me! "Loren, let me go. You shouldn't attack me."

Agnello's voice gradually became louder, and tears began to fall from his eyes, flowing down his pale and determined face. He showed a sense of remorse and seemed to be begging for Loren's mercy.

At this moment, he was like a misunderstood child, not understanding why everything around him became so strange and indifferent.

"Son, don't believe him..."

Sigrid seemed to be about to say something angrily, but Lanqi raised his hand to stop her, meaning that please trust him and leave it to him.

Lanqi was still looking at the Son of Nirvana, and the Madonna-like forgiveness in his eyes had not faded.

"Do you think the purpose of rules and laws is more about prevention or retribution?"

He asked.

"It's a precaution! It's a precaution. I promise that I will never be an enemy of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny again! I swear to the Goddess of Destiny!"

Agnello answered Lanci as if he had grabbed a lifeline.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

However, Lanqi just smiled, with a hint of regret and distress in his smile, and shook his head.

"It's retribution. Deterrence and reformation of criminals are secondary, but those who have done bad things must be punished, and those who have not done bad things should not be punished. This is the foundation on which punishment and justice are built, and retribution is its most important function."

Lanqi's expression became serious for once, and he told Agnello the correct answer.

Hearing Lanci's words and seeing his attitude, Agnello's slightly opened lips trembled, and his empty pupils seemed to foresee his own future.

His body became even colder, and everything around him became blurry, even his own sense of existence became so empty.

"Please let me go, otherwise Master Asksan will not let go of those innocent priests of the Church of the Goddess of Fate..."

Agnello repeated this sentence over and over again, crying as if it was his only support, but each time, his voice seemed weaker and more powerless.

"Why? I'm not from the Church of the Goddess of Destiny."

Lanqi was stunned for a moment and asked with a little confusion.

"……?"

Suddenly, Agnello also froze.

He had no idea what Loren meant.

Is Loren still planning to act stupid and act like a rogue?

"I'm Rocky McCarthy."

Lanqi raised his hand and said very clearly.

"No!!! You are Loren, if you kill me, Asksan will know it was you who did it sooner or later!"

Agnello seemed to be afraid of a fact and screamed. He could no longer distinguish between the real and the fake in this city. Ever since he stepped into this office, this world seemed like a real nightmare.

But the only thing he had to be sure of, and his only remaining hope, was the answer that the other party was the High Priest Loren!

"well--"

Lanqi sighed helplessly, "Why don't you believe me? Everything I said to you is true."

Lanqi took out the [Fake Slate - Wind] and also took out his imperial identity card to show Agnello.

The ID clearly read: Rocky McCarthy.

"Look, I was just joking with you on the snowfield earlier."

Lanqi smiled a little embarrassedly. No one knew whether he was really feeling a little guilty or he just couldn't hold back his smile.

Sid, who was standing by, finally leaned back on the sofa and laughed, holding her stomach. Looking at Agnello's silly look, she couldn't help laughing and kept patting Lanqi beside her.

At this moment, Agnello opened his eyes wide, and the mystery was finally solved in his mind.

“Ah…ah…”

After he was completely imprisoned, he realized that he had a way to kill Tyrant Catholic and Tyrant Son of Heaven at that time.

However, I was deceived by my fear.

Step by step, I was deceived from the gate of heaven into this inescapable abyss.

His eyes slowly turned blood red, like two pearls soaked in blood, about to shatter. There was a rage and flame that had been extinguished, boiling in them, ready to jump out of their sockets and destroy everything.

Every cell, every inch of skin, was trembling. The corners of Agnello's mouth twitched, his teeth creaked, and drops of crimson liquid slid from the corners of his eyes. They were not tears, but blood, proof that he was so angry that he almost wanted to tear himself apart.

"Lo-chi-!!!"

The piercing and piercing voice of the Son of Nirvana was also a signal that he had given up all hope.

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