Chapter 603 Nora's Question
"Patriarch Ignatius, do you know my name?"
Ignati stared at Nora for a long time, as if he was meeting her for the first time. After a while, he slowly nodded and said, "I know you, Nora. I know every buried person in the temple."
His gaze fell on Richard and Nini, who was also outside the tent. He lingered on Nini's scaly snake tail for a moment, then slowly retracted his gaze.
"Since you recognize me, then the Temple's abandonment of the resistance army must have had some hidden agenda, right?"
Ignati raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Nora without hesitation.
"You don't have to tell me. I can probably guess that it was simply to solve the White Disaster and sacrifice us."
The man's expression dimmed a little. He didn't say anything to defend himself, but just nodded.
"I'm not blaming you—or at least, I'm not going to blame you here. Although you gave up on me and the resistance, you didn't intend to live alone. I saw you planning to perish together with the White Mist."
After hearing these words, even Nini put down her pen and nodded seriously.
The choice of the Sanctuary of Silence may be laughable, and the ending may be laughable, but their courage should not be laughed at.
As the Patriarch, Ignatius gave up everything worldly and died with the priests of the church in the white fog. In any case, he can be called heroic.
And the extraordinary people in the temple were willing to follow him and sacrifice their lives.
"The Silent Temple has always been inseparable from sacrifice. When the catastrophe struck a thousand years ago, the Forgotten Temple abandoned its people and responsibilities, choosing to split the church and hide in the White Scourge. It was the successive sacrifices of the Buried that allowed the people of the Bone Crows to survive and prevented the church from being forever destroyed like the Temple of Poseidon."
Ignati's voice was deep and vicissitudes, his speech was not fast, and there was a sense of heavy power.
"We are no more noble than our ancestors. We are still using the blood of the Buried to buy a glimmer of hope for the people of White Crow."
“That’s the problem.”
Everyone looked at Nora.
Nora's face turned a little red, but she looked at them fearlessly. She looked at the people in the Silent Temple in the house, and there was some anger in her words.
"A thousand years ago, our ancestors sacrificed themselves in exchange for the continuation of the Holy Temple. A thousand years later, are we still forced to sacrifice ourselves?"
Ignati frowned, somewhat puzzled: "What else?"
"As I said before, we're in Castell. Do you know how long it takes to get from the North to Castell?"
"A few hours! Just a few hours! The railway built by the expeditionary force makes crossing half the empire closer than going to the next town!"
"Castel was able to resolve the White Scourge even without you. No army could stop those hordes of bones, and no life could fill the hole of infinite resurrection. But the expeditionary force managed to hold on thanks to the fortress!"
"Even if the expeditionary force doesn't have a solution to the White Scourge, they can still escape this catastrophe with the help of airships—you haven't seen airships yet, have you? Castel can already explore the sky, while we're still on the ground."
"Our flails are the same as they were a thousand years ago, our teachings are the same as they were a thousand years ago, and our sacrifices are the same as they were a thousand years ago. Are we just repeating the past over and over again?!"
“Sacrifice is a great thing, but if everything depends on sacrifice, is this really the right path?”
"Everyone, we were born in another land, where we have brothers and sisters, but now we can only gather in a foreign land. We have lost everything."
"We are not afraid of loss, we are not afraid of sacrifice, but now we have almost nothing. I think the Church of Silence is in the most dangerous time. We need to find a new path!"
She was breathing heavily, but there was light in her eyes. Looking at the people in front of her, she felt like she was back in that familiar land.
That land that I can never return to.
Nora turned to look at Ignati, her tone softening slightly.
"Master Pastor, the buried ones theoretically don't die, but you are the only one who can truly survive these millennia. Can you tell me if the temple has truly made any progress?"
Following Nora's question, the burials in the house all looked at Ignati.
Some people looked angry, some were just confused, and more people looked at him with pleading eyes.
The Undertakens hope that Ignatius can tell them in person that the temple is not just repeating the past.
They are not afraid of sacrifice, but they also worry whether their sacrifice is worthless.
Unfortunately, Ignati remained silent amid everyone's hopeful gazes.
"My Lord Patriarch, you sent me south long ago to find a home for the people of White Crow and an answer for the Silent Temple. This is my answer."
"This is Castel. You might as well see it with your own eyes and see this magical land."
Nora's eyes sparkled.
She arrived on the island almost at the same time as Zeus. When she first arrived, it was just a desolate land.
And now, Castel is extremely powerful.
"My compatriots, please go and take a look at this Castel, the new home of the Bone White Crow believers. The lord of this place, Earl Hughes, has promised me that you can visit as much as you want and even preach there."
The priests in the Church of Silence looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.
It is understandable to allow them to visit, but allowing them to preach?
The priests of the Silent Church thought it was lenient enough to allow these church members to set foot in their sphere of influence. You should know that they had to negotiate and report in advance before entering the Candlelight Society's territory.
Allowing missionary work was a little beyond their comprehension, and Castel seemed to have his own sect, right?
Is this lord crazy?
Ignati turned his head and glanced outside the tent. Richard nodded seriously, "Yes, this is an order from the Lord himself."
"If you need anything, you can come to me and I will show you around." Nini on the other side eagerly raised her notebook.
"Please express my gratitude to Count Hughes. He is a noble man." Ignatius bowed, glanced at the priests behind him, and then looked at Nora with a complicated expression.
"I'll see for myself, Nora. I'll see for myself the answer you give me."
"Patriarch, we..."
Ignati waved his hand: "It seems that the White Plague has been resolved, and the Holy Temple no longer needs me as the Patriarch. Nora is right about one thing. We need to find our own way. If I can only bring sacrifice to the Holy Temple..."
His eyes fluctuated and suddenly looked at Nora.
(End of this chapter)
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