Quan Zhendong pointed at Jeon Bora on the screen and sighed with regret: "This is a very sad story, and it is worth listening to for everyone who enters our country."

"When Paula was first accused of being a witch by the priest, the court had already issued an order for her execution, but many people across the country were unwilling to believe this fact and questioned the court's decision."

"They held parades for Paula, with large numbers of men, women, young and old participating. They were all people who had received the grace of Paula's Saint Patrol. They hoped that the trial process of Paula would be made public. They refused to believe that such a beautiful woman like Paula was actually a witch."

"But facts have proven," Quan Zhendong stated solemnly, "the court's decisions are never wrong."

"Next, let's take a look at the entire process of Paula's trial."

He clicked a button, and the screen jumped to a huge and solemn courtroom.

In the center of the courtroom, Paula was tied to a wooden stake with her hands tied behind her back. She still looked calm, and her purple eyes looked up at the judge on the stand. She firmly stated again: "I am not a witch. I did not seduce him. I am innocent."

The priest who testified against Paula stood at the plaintiff's table, with his head retracted and his eyes dodged, not daring to look directly at Paula.

The jury behind Paula protested particularly fiercely. Some were crying and cursing the priest fiercely:

"You slandered Paula!"

"Don't you dare look Paula in the eye and repeat what she said to you?"

Quan Zhendong explained casually, "This is the early stage. The court has not established its authority in everyone's mind, so everyone will question the court's decision. Now, making such a noise in the court is a serious crime. Please remember this."

In the video, the bishop, who was sitting high up in the judge's seat, knocked on the table and said in a deep voice, "Be quiet."

"Please tell me how the witch seduced you."

"That night, in the church..." the priest's voice became quieter and quieter as everyone was watching, "She took off her clothes, lay down in front of the statue, smiled seductively, waved at me and said, 'Come here, let me come over.'"

"Her back was so white, her waist so soft, her eyes glowed purple like a succubus in the moonlight, and she had two shining horns on her head. I was not paying attention and..."

The priest lowered his head in shame, his eyes flashing with a dark light:

"I didn't have enough self-control and couldn't keep myself steady. I was bewitched by the witch. It was my fault. I confess to God and I am willing to bear all the punishment for my sin. Even if I am publicly tried, I will report that Paula is a witch so that people will not be deceived by her sanctimonious appearance and prevent more people from being deceived by her like I was!"

"How is it possible!" The jury's emotions heated up again, "Paula would never do such a thing!"

"Be quiet!" The bishop slammed the table again. He looked at Paula coldly and said, "The defendant, please describe what happened at that time."

Paula paused for a moment: "I did take off my clothes, but I didn't know there were people there. I just changed my clothes there."

The bishop asked very indifferently: "Did you have a relationship with this priest?"

Paula's fingers curled up for a moment, then she quickly calmed down: "Yes, but it's not what he said..."

"You have had a relationship with a priest and have lost your qualifications as a saint." The bishop coldly interrupted Paula's defense and then sentenced, "You have swallowed so many eels, and you are only a step away from being a witch. If you cannot abide by your heart and remain holy, and you take off your clothes at will to seduce others, then you are indeed no different from a witch."

——In the midst of these casual remarks, he had already declared the fact that Paula was a witch.

Just as the verdict was about to be announced, a pair of middle-aged men and women with very intense emotions suddenly rushed out of the jury. They looked very haggard, with gray hair and wrinkled faces. They lay on the fence with tears streaming down their faces, howling in pain, and stretched out their hands to touch Paula who was tied to the trial pillar.

"Paula! My child!" The two men were about to climb over the fence, and they risked their lives to save Paula, cursing as they climbed over, "You damn court! You are evil! Let go of my Paula!"

"I told you a long time ago not to be a fool and try to be a good person. We shouldn't have taught you so well! We should have sent you away when you were born!"

"My good Paula!"

Paula's calm eyes moved. She bit her lower lip and looked at the middle-aged man and woman who were crying loudly outside the fence. Her eyes were a little red, but she still abided by the rules of the court and did not make any noise or speak nonsense in the court.

Even though the visitors were her parents.

The jury began to make noise again, and now a man in priest's clothes trotted up to the bishop with a nervous look and whispered in his ear:

"There's another parade outside the court for Paula, your Excellency."

"Our trial was live-broadcasted publicly. After Paula's parents arrived, many people strongly demanded that the priest be tried, saying that he was lying."

"Although we need to clean up the internal affairs and establish authority, considering the current situation, we should not take action against Paula so early. It will arouse public anger, Your Excellency."

The bishop looked at Paula, his eyes moved darkly, then he nodded slightly, raised his hand to let the priest who brought the message go, and then spoke solemnly:

"Despite the accusations of the priest, Paula is a saint we all know. She has been eating eels for so long without any sin in her heart. She has always remained holy. It is not easy for us to be convinced by such a simple accusation and destroy the treasure of our church."

The bishop changed his words again. He looked at the accusing priest on the other end with a cold look, and said, "Father, apart from these accusations, do you have any evidence to prove that Paula is a witch?"

Of course the priest had no evidence at all. He just happened to hear that the Vatican was planning a purge and wanted to bring Paula down to establish the prestige of the Vatican. That's why he dared to force himself on this saint, who was famous in the country, when she just changed her clothes, and he saw that she was at her weakest.

Paula's reputation and power were so great that no one disliked her. The Vatican had long since given up on this, and the priest thought that if he just went with the flow, nothing would go wrong.

But no one expected that even at this point, Paula, the saint, would still have so many people supporting her and turning the situation around.

The priest finally panicked. He trembled and said, "No, there is no other accusation against the bishop."

"Are you lying?" the bishop asked solemnly, "Are you slandering our greatest saint, Paula?"

Finished.

When the priest saw the grim expression on the bishop's face, he knew that he would be sacrificed. With his lips completely white, he looked at Paula on the judgment pillar. For a moment, he even absurdly hoped that this saint, who had always been kind and great, would say a word for him and save him.

But Paula never looked at him from beginning to end. Even though this man had forced her to do the thing she disliked the most, she was still strong and holy. She just glanced at him inadvertently. There was no love or hate in Paula's eyes. It was just a light and plain glance, and then she looked away.

——It was like he was an ant, and no matter how hard he struggled, he was not worthy of touching the flying edge of her knight's uniform.

"He was lying," Paula said.

All of a sudden, the priest was overwhelmed with a strong hatred - since this woman would never even look at him, and he could never get her, no matter what he did, he might as well fight to the end and drag Paula into hell with him.

It was not too bad for him to have the most beautiful saint in the world to be judged by God together with him.

Driven by this extreme emotion, an ingenious idea suddenly popped into his mind.

"I didn't lie!" The priest raised his head suddenly, his chest heaving vigorously, his face covered with tears, "I was indeed seduced by a witch! But I made a wrong accusation! The witch was not Paula!"

"Oh?" The bishop showed some interest. "Were there other women around that night?"

Paula quickly retorted, and she looked the priest straight in the face, coldly, "It was just you and me that night, don't talk nonsense and involve other girls."

"It was really just you and me that night." The priest looked at Paula with a strange, fanatical look. His expression was indeed remorseful and hateful, as if he was condemning a real witch. "But do you know, Paula, in order to be born into the world, witch cubs can let their mothers seduce the men they like and let the mothers become the cradle to breed them."

"What an evil monster." The priest's eyes moved down to look at Paula's belly. He licked his trembling lips and said, "It's not you who seduced me, it's the child in your belly."

“You’re a victim too, Paula.”

Paula's expression was blank. She slowly lowered her eyes and looked at her belly with a slightly confused look.

Almost at the same time, everyone's eyes turned to Paula's belly.

The bishop's eyes swept across Paula's belly meaningfully: "Send Paula for a checkup now."

"No! Don't do that!" The priest raised his voice almost instantly and retorted. He looked at Paula with heavy breathing. "Any inspection measures will alarm the witch in Paula's stomach and make her escape. Witches are extremely cunning creatures. We can only wait until she is born and completely attached to the flesh, and then kill her."

——This way it can be delayed for at least ten months. During this period, the Vatican may be able to get rid of Paula.

The bishop thought for a moment, then said, "You have a point."

"Then wait ten months..."

Paula's father interrupted the Vatican's verdict with a sharp voice. His eyes were red and he looked at the priest and the bishop with hatred: "What if Paula is not pregnant? Doesn't that mean the priest is lying? He should be executed! Burn him to death!"

The bishop paused and said, "Of course."

"If Paula is pregnant with a boy." Paula's father took two deep breaths, his old hands were shaking, and he looked at his young daughter with tears in his eyes. "Then she is innocent, and this priest deserves to die!"

"We in the Vatican are always fair. We will of course execute a priest who tells lies." After being refuted twice in a row, the bishop pronounced unhappily, "But if Paula is pregnant with a girl, then the girl must be executed."

"We will monitor Paula's whereabouts during this period to make sure she doesn't do anything on her own to release the witch."

Paula's father wanted to continue to refute, but the bishop stood up and said coldly: "The verdict of this trial is over, and the meeting is adjourned."

The video was paused at this point. Quan Zhendong looked around at everyone and said, "This is Paula's trial."

"Of course, people in our country are very familiar with what happened next. Paula was indeed pregnant. She gave birth to the child ten months later and was tried again. She turned out to be a witch and defected during this trial. That was the famous "Witch's Heart" trial."

Quan Zhendong smiled reservedly: "That was also a famous case of the Vatican - it proved that the accusation of the priest at that time was correct, and Paula was a witch."

“This is the video footage from that time.”

Quan Zhendong pressed the play button again, the video jumped, and the scene returned to the courtroom.

The priest was waiting anxiously in the plaintiff's seat, cold sweat dripping from his cheeks, just like a father waiting outside the delivery room - in fact, it was true, Paula had just been sent to the delivery room of the hospital.

However, the feeling he had while waiting was not anticipation, but fear and hatred. It did not seem like he was waiting for a newborn baby who was related to him by blood, but rather like he was waiting for a threshing knife that was about to chop him down.

The priest's face was pale, and he held the cross on his chest with his hands together and prayed softly: "It must be a girl, it must be a girl..."

Paula's father was waiting outside the delivery room. He was shaking all over, and his lips were trembling so much that he couldn't utter a complete sentence. He hugged his wife tightly, crying and praying: "If there is a God, please give us Paula a boy!"

"I will worship you forever!"

The delivery room was pushed open, and the nurse looked at Paula's father with tears in her eyes, and shouted with excitement that she couldn't hide: "It's a boy!"

"Paula's fine!"

Paula's father made a three-point prayer posture, then rolled his eyes and fell to the ground in exhaustion. With a powerless, tearful smile on his face, he just kept muttering to himself: "...Good Paula, you are right, doing good things will be rewarded."

"Hurry up and take the child and Paula to the Vatican." The nurse pushed Paula's father up anxiously, "They have to see it with their own eyes before they can sentence the priest!"

Paula's father stood up tremblingly: "Can Paula move? Is she okay?"

"Our hospital will send a car to take Paula and the baby to the Vatican. Will you come with us?" the nurse asked.

Paula's father said, "Together."

At the Vatican, the moment the news reached him, the priest knelt on the ground weakly. He looked at the bishop above with empty eyes. The bishop did not look at him. He tapped the table in front of him with his fingers in annoyance and looked gloomily at the judgment pillar where Paula was supposed to be tied.

Such a good opportunity to destroy Paula's spiritual support slipped away.

The door of the courtroom was pushed open, and someone walked in, holding a newborn baby and pushing Paula, who was pale and sitting in a wheelchair. After experiencing all this, Paula's purple eyes were still so clear.

"The priest is lying," Paula said. "Please kill him, Bishop."

The bishop glanced at Paula with an obscure look in his eyes, and then said, "Bring the child up here so that the priest and I can see him."

Paula looked at the child she was presented with nervously: "Please be careful, he has just been born."

The bishop lifted the swaddling cloth and took a look at the baby inside. He put the cloth down with disgust and waved his hand to signal others to hold the baby. "It is indeed a boy."

The boy was then presented to the distracted priest again. Under the strong light of the courtroom, the child moved uncomfortably in his cradle and opened his eyes for the first time - a pair of purple eyes.

The baby had a soft face and purple eyes, and looked very much like Paula. At first glance, it looked more like a girl than a boy.

…More like a girl.

The priest suddenly shuddered, he stood up, and suddenly pointed at the baby in anger: "Bishop, this child, this eye, it is the witch who seduced me that day!"

The bishop paused when he heard this. He seemed to think the priest was going crazy and emphasized again: "This is a boy."

"Yes, it does look like a boy." The priest held the child in his arms and described the child's appearance from top to bottom. He said in a perplexing tone, "But Bishop, take a close look at its face and eyes. Don't you think it is too charming and beautiful, like a girl?"

"Especially these purple eyes, they are exactly the same eyes I saw when I was bewitched that night!"

The bishop stopped tapping his fingers, narrowed his eyes, and seemed to understand what the priest wanted to do: "You mean?"

"This kind of witch, who has just been born, has strong magical power. We all know that witches can do many things." The priest said flatteringly and seductively, "What if this is a witch who can conceal her gender?"

"It just looks like a boy, but it actually has the [Heart of a Witch]?"

The bishop paused, then nodded in admiration: "You have considered it carefully. This child may indeed be a witch."

The priest wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath, and bowed his head humbly: "I am a priest, this is what I should do."

"This is a boy." Paula stared at the child in the priest's arms with a tense face and asked in disbelief, "How could he be a witch?"

Paula's father roared in rage: "You beasts! You even want your child..."

"I've said before that no noise is allowed in the courtroom." The bishop waved his hand unhappily and coldly, "Cover his mouth and drag him away."

Immediately, a security guard came over, covered Paula's father's mouth tightly, and dragged him away.

Only then did the bishop retract his gaze with satisfaction. He looked at Paula with kindness and said, "The Vatican has always been fair. This is indeed the first time that the concept of male witches has been proposed. We will not make a judgment lightly."

Paula stared at her child and asked, "How are you going to judge?"

The bishop paused, and fell into deep thought.

The priest couldn't wait to suggest a way. He said quickly and impatiently: "Your Excellency, there is only one way to tell whether this child is a witch or not!"

The bishop looked at him and asked, "What method?"

A chill slowly spread up Paula's back. She seemed to have thought of something and looked at the priest with a frozen expression.

"That's the seven-conger eel! The witch must have eaten seven-conger eels and can digest them." The priest laughed strangely, "Just put the child together with the seven-conger eel and see if he can digest it, then we will know, right?"

——If you put the eel and the child together, there is no doubt that the child will die.

As long as the child dies, the trial is over. No matter whether the child is a witch or not, there is only one result in the verdict - that is, the child must be a witch.

The bishop nodded without hesitation: "You are right."

"Go to the Conger Eel Pond."

A transparent tank filled with seven-striped eels was dragged to the Vatican. The eels were rolling around inside. The priest, with a solemn expression on his face, lifted up the child whose arms and legs were slightly shaking and walked towards the tank.

"Wait a minute!" Paula tried to stand up by holding on to the wheelchair, but she failed after several attempts. It was a rare moment for her to be so desperate. Her tone was filled with pleading, and her eyes were filled with tears. "He's still a child! He's a boy! There's no way he can be a witch!"

"Please don't, don't judge him like that!"

"Judging witches by gender is now a very superficial concept." The priest turned around, with a twisted look of smugness on his face. He looked down at the saint who finally surrendered to him and begged for mercy. He was so happy that his scalp trembled, but his tone was still compassionate. "He is also my child, but this is for everyone. I am willing to sacrifice him."

"Paula, you are a saint, you can understand that, right?"

As he said this, the priest turned around and walked to the front of the glass tank. He held the child in one hand and kissed the cross with the other. He said "Amen" devoutly and was about to let go and throw the child in.

At this moment, Paula's originally light purple eyes turned completely dark purple. Her breathing became rapid, scales grew on her face, her body stretched out in an instant, and her eyes were filled with tears: "Let him go."

The priest turned around, his expression suddenly turned into horror, and he took several steps back.

Paula looked at the priest and the bishop and said hoarsely, "I admit it. I plead guilty."

"I seduced the priest that night. I am the witch. I took off my clothes to lure him to come and have sex with me..."

"I am the witch! I have the [Witch's Heart]!" Paula screamed hoarsely and cried, "But this child is not, he is innocent, please let him go!"

The bishop almost screamed his order: "Catch this evil witch!!"

The video ends here.

Quan Zhendong looked around at everyone and said, "This is a disgrace to the Saint Patrol Team. I hope everyone will take this as a warning and not follow in Paula's footsteps."

"Paula has already fled to the polluted witch district in the east. When you encounter her, kill her first. The Vatican will reward you greatly."

"Now let me introduce you to the way out."

Quan Zhendong smiled and said, "Of course, even though Paula is in trouble, your best way out is still the Saint Patrol Team. However, the Saint Patrol Team is also the most dangerous, closest to the devil, and has the highest requirements. It is very difficult to enter."

"But the Holy See is currently the highest-ranking place. If you join the Saint Patrol, you will naturally receive the best treatment."

"Secondly, you have two options: to be assigned a position or to join the company as a witch. You can find out about this later."

Quan Zhendong paused and said, "There is a fourth way. Although this channel is not public, it does exist."

"That is Saint Maiden Island. It also has another name, called the City in the Sky."

Speaking of the Holy Virgin Island, the strong security men of the Vatican below suddenly smiled knowingly, and some of them even made faces and chuckled twice.

"The Sky City is an island suspended at the highest point of the kingdom. It has beautiful scenery and a pleasant environment. Women who go there don't have to do any work to absorb eels. You just need to work and live normally. It is a Noah's Ark built by the Vatican for the purest women, a piece of pure land."

Quan Zhendong's expression turned sad again, and he said slowly:

"The witch's cholera will eventually end. The judgment of the Witch's Heart tells us that the offspring born by women who swallow eels are no longer safe. Whether they are boys or girls, they are likely to have the Witch's Heart, causing this terrible disaster to continue."

"For the continuation of humanity and for the survival of the entire world, we used many means to build the [Castle in the Sky], an island or spaceship that is suspended high in the air and will never be invaded by eels. We sent pure women who have never been invaded by eels to the island, so that they can reproduce and grow with pure men on that pure land, give birth to normal humans, and allow the entire world to continue to operate happily."

A woman asked very carefully: "Excuse me, in the castle in the sky, the pure men are..."

Quan Zhendong answered without hesitation: "Of course it's the men of the Vatican."

"All men with pure faith and belonging to the Church are eligible to set foot on the Sky Island and find their own Eve."

The woman bit her lower lip and said, "If a man who is not a member of the Church is allowed to go to the island, can he? If, I mean if, I have a husband who has never joined the Church, is he eligible to go to the island?"

Quan Zhendong's eyes suddenly turned cold, and then quickly warmed up. He looked at the woman who asked the question in a friendly and gentle manner: "Those could all be the children of witches, and they are very dirty."

"Break up with him." Quan Zhendong stroked the woman's head lovingly. "Only by having sex with men from the Vatican can you be holy and safe, and not be contaminated by the hidden witch's heart and turn into a witch."

"Then how can we get to the island?" the woman asked softly, with a cross hanging on her chest.

"I believe everyone is curious about how to get to the island." Quan Zhendong stood up, looked at everyone, and introduced in a friendly manner, "The Sky Island is a very special place. It is indeed a Noah's Ark built by the Vatican for all humans who want to escape. But unfortunately, our power is limited and we cannot build such a large place."

Quan Zhendong sighed with regret, "We really want to save the world and let everyone escape from this place polluted by witches, but this is impossible. Even Noah's Ark built by God can't do it - the number of people who can go up to the Sky City is very limited."

"In order to protect this pure land from being polluted, we have set very strict limits on the women who can go to the Sky City. I hope everyone can understand this because women are more likely to be polluted by eels. This pure land is too important to the Vatican, and we cannot accept the consequences of it being polluted."

"But this is not discrimination against women. On the contrary, we treat women very well - only women can stay permanently in the Sky City, a piece of pure land. Men cannot stay permanently. They can only stay for a week and then have to come down."

Quan Zhendong raised his head and said, "Women who want to go to the Sky City must meet three conditions."

"First, you must be under 25 years old."

"Second, there is no history of any female or male relatives in the family being reported as witches or children of witches."

"Third, I have never eaten an eel."

Quan Zhendong paused, the smile on his face becoming a little unclear: "Of course, there is a fourth invisible condition. It doesn't matter whether this condition is met or not, but if it is met, it is easier to be identified as pure."

"As we all know, the devil often tempts us through some kind of evil sexual relationship, so women who do not have sexual relationships are not so easily polluted."

"So fourth, women who have no sexual relationships are preferred."

"Everyone start choosing your future intentions."

The women in the warehouse stagnated for a moment, then began to slowly flow in all directions. Bai Liu was hidden among them. The Vatican's security guards were chatting casually on both sides of the warehouse, speaking a mixture of Chinese and English:

"Why aren't there any permanent men on Sky Island? Isn't there one? And she's the prettiest one, and the one who gives whores the most pleasure, hehehe."

"Have you ever been a whore?"

"How dare we? He is so noble, with purple eyes, the son of a saint, and the top star in the Sky City. Only the top figures and bishops in the Holy See can have sex with him. How can we, the little minions, have the chance to have a taste of him?"

"I heard that his father accused him of being the son of a witch, and forced him to be classified as a woman. He was placed in the Sky Castle and allowed to receive guests since he was twelve years old. Until now, every night has been fully booked. Tsk tsk, I don't know if he can handle it."

Bai Liu paused, walked over, raised his eyes and asked, "What's the name of this person?"

The two Vatican security guards didn't want to bother with Bai Liu, but when they saw his face, they paused for a second and asked in a vague manner: "Why, do you want to go to the island too?"

"I do." Bai Liu smiled and repeated his question, "What is the name of this Saint's son?"

"I don't know his name. No one gave him one, right?" The two security guards looked at each other and answered Bai Liu's question. "But in the Sky City, no one shows their true face. Everyone who goes up there has a code name. Those who stay there regularly have a fixed code name, which makes it easier for everyone to identify them. Generally, the code names are poker cards."

"The code name of this saint's son is Hearts, and everyone calls him the Queen of Hearts."