Chapter 113
"This is easy. I'll bring the Mermaid King here and find a corpse that looks similar to Hawthorne."
Klevich's strength allows them to travel unhindered across this continent and arrive in time. The Mermaid King's singing can create a perfect environment for all the onlookers and the priests of the chamber, so real that they will not feel the slightest abnormality.
In full view of the public, they took the child away and tied the body to a wooden stake. The priest then lit the firewood, burning the life that was alive in their eyes.
After the fire dies down, who will know who the charred body in the ashes is?
The city of Ita successfully executed the little devil, avoiding future disasters, and after reporting it to the bishop's court, the matter came to an end.
Al thought, so that's how it is. Having witnessed the execution of the "devil" with his own eyes, there must be nothing unusual in the file records.
"Did you just happen to pass by and feel pity for him, so you saved Hosorn? Did His Majesty the Mermaid help you and ask for a reward?" Otherwise, why would the aliens care about the life and death of a human?
Since Klevich had made up his mind, he would not hesitate any longer. He slowly told the truth, "No, I saved more than just Hawthorne. In fact, all the successive deans of Aurelion have been trying their best to rescue those with dark talents from under the nose of the Church and hide them. The Mermaid King has also been cooperating with us, and all he wants is for us to help them search for mermaids when they go missing again..."
Fortunately, those with dark talents do not need to be brought to the bishop's court in the royal city and executed in person in front of the Pope, otherwise it would not be so smooth every time.
Al wasn't too shocked to suddenly know such a big secret. Is there anyone else whose secret is as big as his and Samuel's?
It seems that although the alien races appear to be on good terms with the Holy See, in fact they do not submit to the believers of light.
Yes, they each have their own beliefs, and the current situation where the God of Light is the only one in power is indeed not very friendly to them.
The silver-haired young man was gentle and solemn. As the Son of God, he didn't seem to mind this at all. "The attitude of the Holy See towards those with dark talents is indeed too extreme. I am cleaning out those priests who like to make alarmist remarks and selecting more fair and honest people to manage the branch. I hope that the new bishops can lead the believers to become more rational and peaceful."
"Thank you for trusting me. I will keep this secret. If you need help, I will do my best."
Klevich didn't show any expression, but he was actually relieved.
He knew the child's background. He was raised by a priest who was overly influenced by the Vatican, and was later accepted into the Bishop's Court. Logically, he should have become a radical, but in fact... Klevich thought it was a miracle that the young man had such values.
The middle-aged man laughed happily, "I hope Xia Zuo can break through the realm quickly and be introduced into the divine realm. Once you are promoted, I will be able to relax a lot!"
Al nodded. He thought so too. His goal was to transform the branch into a place like an orphanage or shelter, and then just sit there and do nothing, focusing on learning magic... oh, and falling in love.
Without the Pope, he can be bolder in his path of reform!
"How did the people you rescued become?"
Klevich: "Not bad. The world is so big, there will always be a place for them."
There weren't many dark talents, and successive deans had only hidden dozens of them over the thousands of years.
Most of those with dark talents are afraid of their parents, so they don't have much attachment to them. After being passive for a while, they start to focus on practicing magic. When they become sensible and calm, the deans will give them freedom to a certain extent and let them see the world.
Some have ordinary talents and die quietly after living for two or three hundred years; some fall in love, stop practicing, marry ordinary people, have children, and live a busy and ordinary life.
Some are introverted and unwilling to leave the protection circle drawn by the God of Space. After all, this place is very large and has everything.
Some have extreme personalities and think they live like rats in the gutter. Even the ignorant people at the bottom of society look down on them.
They grew up with hatred, and the hatred was directed at everyone, not just the Church. Before they could let humans see their powerful strength and succumb to fear, the dean had already killed them.
In addition to protecting innocent people, they also don't want to expose the relationship between the academy and them, or expose other black magicians who want to live a peaceful life.
Fortunately, there have been only two people who have been so extreme over the years, and Hosthorn, who came for revenge this time, is stronger than the bishop of the chamber, so his identity will not be easily discovered, and no innocent people will be implicated. The people sent by the bishop's court are their own people, so Klevich acquiesced in his actions.
Hearing that the black magicians were doing OK, Al smiled in relief, "That's good."
"By the way, I have some things here that are suitable for dark talents. The dean can pass them on to them. I hope it will be helpful for their practice of magic."
The young man took out a stack of wooden boxes and iron boxes and handed them to the dean.
He took it from the temple treasury purely as a collection, and it would be great if it could be put to use.
Klevich opened a few boxes out of curiosity, and found that they were full of high-grade dark magic minerals and plants, as well as several magic books.
Since the establishment of the Holy See of Light, any object related to darkness would be taken away and destroyed.
It is only because the magic academy was established before the Vatican and preserved the notebooks and records of most of the pioneers of human magic research that the surviving dark-type talents can learn magic smoothly.
Abner, who was behind, quickly caught up and took a look. He was shocked, "Al, where did you get these good things?" Anyway, they were not from the Vatican. He had been in the Vatican longer, but had never seen these.
"It was given to me by my dark friend."
Abner was certain: "Your friend must be an old senior. Could he be the Lord of Law who has been hiding his identity for many years? An ordinary black magician cannot collect so many treasures."
The dean was a little puzzled. "Even if it's a god of magic, it's strange to give these to a light mage who can't use them at all."
If the young man had said that he had picked up these items by chance while traveling in a remote place, Klevich would not have been so surprised.
Abner rolled his eyes and said, "I see. Al has always been likable. Maybe the old man treats you as his son? He has reached the end of his life, so he left these things to you as an inheritance."
Elderly senior Samuel: "..."
At this moment, the Lord God really wanted to beat the man to death, but considering his lover, he could only swallow his anger and pinch his lover's waist to vent his emotions.
Because Samuel had been in a listless state since just now, holding the silver-haired young man's waist and half leaning on him, others just thought that they had a very good relationship. The action of pinching the waist was not obvious, so no one noticed it.
Abner's guess was hilarious. Al was tickled by his lover again. He was having a hard time holding back his laughter. He said perfunctorily, "No, we are close friends regardless of age difference."
Ah... Now that I think about it, there is a generation gap between human parents and children. Samuel has lived tens of thousands of years longer than him, and he is still like a little wolfdog. There is no generation gap between them, which is good.
"He doesn't lack things that can help him practice, so he gave it to me to play with. It just so happens that I don't have any use for it, so I'll give it to you."
The dean felt that he really had no use for them, so he accepted them on behalf of others. He hoped that these gifts would make the children who had never been accepted by the world believe that the reputation of black magicians would change, and if they lived long enough, there might be a day when they could walk openly in the city.
I have to say that the dean is indeed a caring and good teacher.
Al was very satisfied and gave the gift away. It was good that he wanted to offer help, but he was reluctant to give. The dean accepted his things, and if he needed help in the future, he would probably feel embarrassed to refuse.
Hank, who had been listening nearby, also took out something he didn't need from his ring and stuffed it into Hawthorne's pocket. "This is for you. Practice well."
The black magician suddenly had an armful of things: "?"
Klevich had a strange look on his face. He began to doubt whether the human race's records on the abyss demons were as biased as those of the Holy See.
Everyone has a different personality, and every demon has good and bad sides. Could it be that... this is a good demon who is bold, cheerful, empathetic, and likes to make friends?
If Hank knew what the dean was thinking, his expression would be very interesting.
He didn't have any idea like "We all have dark talents, so we should take care of each other". The demons did not regard dark mages like Hosorn as their compatriots, and had no sympathy for them. He sent things purely to strengthen the power of darkness and cause trouble for the Church of Light.
There were guards at the city gate, so the group certainly couldn't just go in. After talking it out, Klevich used magic to divert everyone.
The devil walked for a while and looked at the rows of low, dilapidated earthen houses and the uneven, dusty stone roads. He began to feel disgusted, but he didn't believe it. He thought that he would be able to see many interesting things when the daybreak came, right?
The devil asked the messenger to stay until daytime, and Al agreed indifferently.
Of course, Hawthorne had not given up the idea of revenge. Al had a chat with him, mainly explaining the matter of the Holy Light Seal on the bishop, and finally came to a cruel conclusion -
"You can't even die together."
Abner was thankful, "I wanted to remind you before, but the crystal ball couldn't contact you. Fortunately, I found you now, so you didn't die in vain."
The black magician looked at the calm silver-haired young man viciously, "Am I supposed to watch him continue to be worshipped by a bunch of fools? And continue to be his high and mighty priest?!"
Samuel, who originally didn't care about this shit, suddenly narrowed his eyes. Who was this person being mean to? Even he had never been mean to a kid...
Al felt that the God who had been leaning on him stood up straight, and he immediately secretly grabbed His hand and gave Him a soothing look. Then Samuel began to sulk, but did not do anything extra.
Al briefly introduced his recent actions to clean up the Vatican, and said that if he found that the priests of the Ita Branch had violated the law, he would convict the entire city and impose imprisonment at the least and execution at the most.
Hank was very satisfied listening to this. No wonder our God would choose a person with light talent as his messenger to openly interfere in the affairs of the Holy See and weaken the faith in the God of Light. This move was really too clever!
Hawthorne gritted his teeth and decided whether to torture the man to death or let his enemy lose all his glory and reputation and be executed in public?
It was a difficult decision, but Hawthorne had no choice because he couldn't kill the bishop.
The sinister young man snorted coldly, turned and ran away. Abner was afraid that he would act impulsively, so he followed him.
The dean stayed. Hosorn could rush over at any time, but the demon could not be controlled. He had to keep an eye on the demon until it returned to the abyss.
Al took the dean and Hank to the hotel and opened a new room. "There's nothing to see at night, so let's get some rest. When it gets light, Mr. Hank will walk around the street, but we have to go back to the Abyss, understand?"
"Don't worry, Your Highness!"
As Klevich listened to their conversation, he always felt that they were not just friends who had just chatted for a day. Why did a demon who had lived for who knows how many years use respectful titles to address young humans?
He looked back at the person who entered the room with the silver-haired young man and thought that the knight named Winster was also very strange.
Who wouldn't be surprised by what we just talked about? But Winster was still not interested. Even when he looked at the demons and gods who were much stronger than him, he didn't show any vigilance or respect. He was too indifferent, or... arrogant.
He was only moved when the silver-haired young man was offended, like a dragon guarding a treasure, but that kind of protective attitude was completely unrelated to that of a knight.
The dean shook his head, feeling that this Holy Son and the people around him were full of mysteries.
After Al returned to the house, he contacted Yarlin and Austin and asked them to come back and rest. Then he sighed and looked distressedly at the Lord God who was leaning against the window with his brows furrowed and his arms crossed, not knowing what he was angry about.
There were several things that made lovers feel emotional that night, and Al was not sure what he cared about the most...
The young man leaned over and kissed his lover on the lips, taking the initiative to kiss him deeply. Seeing that the other person was just breathing heavier but did not kiss back, he knew that he had to coax her.
Although Al felt that he had done nothing wrong and that Samuel must be too petty, he had not spoken a word to offend anyone and arouse other people's suspicion along the way. He had been very well behaved. What was wrong with coaxing him?
"I was wrong."
Those who admit their mistakes do not feel guilty, but rather feel justified.
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