Chapter 323 Trial

"Your Majesty Cersei." The attendant said carefully, "You have been here for a long time. We should catch up with the large group ahead."

"Wait a little longer."

Cersei Milton tilted her head and smiled. She held her chin and looked out the window at the scenery boredly.

Farol.

It was already dawn, but there was no light in the sky.

Late autumn ended and early winter had arrived. The reeds on the banks of the Maria River were covered with a layer of white frost. The cold wind blew, and the reeds dragged gray-white blocks along the river bank. The damp and huge city wall gate slowly descended, and the alchemical gears made a sharp creaking sound. The convoy of the Golden Kite Knights went to the gate first to clear the way.

On both sides of the driveway are citizens from the lower city - the pollution from the stars has arrived, and these citizens have more or less developed hard spots on their skin.

They looked at the wheels of the Golden Kite Family from afar, and looked at the nobles surrounded by the army, and then they rushed forward like crazy, wanting to block the carriage and beg the royal family chosen by God to take them away from this blasphemous land.

"Please"

"May the glory protect you. At least, General, please let my child pass. General, I beg you, please at least take my child away!"

"Your Majesty the Great Emperor!"

"We are all glorious people too!"

"The glorious people cannot be abandoned - this is written in the scriptures. You are going against God's will!"

But they were all stopped.

The guards put long sticks on their necks and used flails to restrain the struggling mobs, so they knelt on the ground. The saint of the Heresy Management Bureau took out a scroll and paper and pen, and stood in front of all the residents in dark military boots. He glanced at the keratin or scales on their foreheads, saluted very gentlemanly, and showed regret on his face.

"Everyone, unfortunately, you are not the people of glory."

He shook his head. "The glorious people will not grow horns on their heads. This is a symbol of blasphemy and distortion. So we have not abandoned any of our people, nor have we violated God's will."

We can’t let the lower city leave—

As long as one person leaves and opens the gap, a large-scale rout will break out.

By then, the chaos will be unable to stop, and the chaotic stars will arrive ahead of schedule.

Everyone will die.

Therefore, in order to let everyone survive, to allow the noble people to leave safely, and for the future of the entire empire, it is [just] to sacrifice a small number of people.

Even if it is suppressed, it doesn't matter.

"Master Jun, I beg you, I...I can stay here."

A woman squeezed out of the crowd, knelt on the ground and tugged at the judge's clothes. The woman was dressed in tattered linen and was born in the lower city. The clothes were dirty and old, and looked like a worn-out shroud, wrapping her emaciated and starving body.

Despite this, she was holding a soft light yellow silk cloth in her arms. When she lifted the cloth, she saw a baby lying inside.

The ragged mother raised her head and said, "My child, my newborn baby is still clean. The priest of the Glorious Church blessed him the day before yesterday. Even the gods say that he is a glorious child. Please take him away!"

The Inquisitor lowered his eyes and reached out to touch the baby. Indeed, the child's aura was very pure and he wore a blessed cross around his neck, which was an expensive item. He was well protected by his mother, and probably because of this, the child was able to avoid being contaminated by the stars.

"Please." The woman was about to crawl on the ground. She looked at the judge with hope. "Even the glory has blessed him."

"This is a Dark Child, ma'am." The Inquisitor shook his head and said regretfully, "According to the instructions from above, our bureau must deal with tens of thousands of Dark Children every year. We will not make a mistake."

"No, it's impossible."

The woman's pupils shrank, and she tightly grasped the judge's hand. "During the blessing the other day, the priest said that Guanghui liked this child. No, you must be wrong. Look at him, look how cute he is!"

The mother's eyes were full of hope, as if the light of the whole world was before her. She embraced her child as if she was hugging her whole world. She held the judge's hand as if she was holding her whole world. She looked at the adult in front of her. The adult was wearing a golden kite badge, and the smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to be covered with holy light. Such a person is a saint, and a saint will not abandon a glorious child. "Madam, you are wrong. I am not wrong."

The judge tilted his head, still with that gentle and perfect smile.

"Our bureau handles tens of thousands of Darkseids every year."

In the mother's increasingly confused eyes, he raised his hand, and his fingertips gently brushed the baby's smooth and delicate cheek, and finally landed on the cross on its collar. The saint tilted his head and smiled, "But how can there be so many sons of darkness for us to kill every year?"

The corners of his mouth split violently, and that perfect smile was like a crescent moon, revealing a row of neat white teeth. With a little force in his hands, he tore off the blessed cross. The starlight fell down, and the pollution from the starry sky descended in an instant. The body and soul of an infant are the weakest.

Amid the mother's desperate cries and the judge's wild laughter, the child's bones grew wildly and pierced through the skin, and hideous scales grew on its smooth and delicate cheeks. The baby struggled and cried violently, every inch of its skin burst into blood, and small eyes grew in the folds of the scales.

"Look, look!" the judge laughed, "Isn't this the Son of Darkness?"

“I’m doing this for justice.”

He raised his hand, and deep black flames gathered from his palm, and in an instant fell towards the baby.

But in the next second, it hovered in the air.

A man in a dark black cloak and a hood grasped the Inquisitor's wrist.

"Sir." The man showed a flattering smile and wrapped the silk cloth around the baby again. "It doesn't have to be like this."

"Do you also want to become a child of darkness?"

The judge looked at the man with a wary look. He didn't even notice when he approached. He was a little afraid and frowned, saying, "Get out of here and don't interfere with my duties."

He had never seen this face before.

"You're joking." The man didn't get angry, but just laughed and said, "Where is there a son of darkness in this world?"

“That’s it.”

The judge pointed at the deformed baby, and the words came to his lips, but stopped and could not come out. He widened his eyes in confusion and lifted the silk cloth to see that the baby, whose face was once covered with scales and small eyes, had now returned to normal. He lay quietly in his mother's arms, his eyes slightly closed, his golden eyelashes trembling slightly, as if he had fallen asleep - just as the mother said, this was a lovely child.

The distortion of the soul is reversed.

He suspected that he had seen it wrong, because according to common sense, a soul that was distorted by pollution could never be restored, which was against common sense.

"Your Majesty, I just got out of prison, and there are many things I don't understand."

The man still had a flattering smile on his face. "Please forgive me if I have offended you. It was Queen Cersei who sent me here. Could you please take me to their 'real location'? She should not be here."

He took out a stack of scented tea from his collar, and the elegant fragrance spread. The judge looked closely and saw that it was the sacrificial scented tea brewed by Golden Iris. Even the nobles were not qualified to enjoy it.

The only royal family member who knows how to brew this scented tea is the third princess, Her Majesty Cersei Milton, who is known as the 'Princess of the Golden Kite'.

The Golden Kite Princess's true location.

The Inquisitor's eyes changed as he looked at the man.

The man was right. The Farol royal family was indeed not here - this information was only known to insiders.

In order to prevent the rebels from rioting and colliding with the imperial carriage, the royal convoy with the golden kite pattern here is just an empty shell, just a smoke bomb. The civilians kneel on the street and beg the great emperor for salvation, but they don’t know that the faith they are kneeling and begging for is no longer here.

The Inquisitor knew that since the death of the eldest prince, the factional struggles within the empire had become increasingly fierce, and the mysterious sorcerer before him was the priest invited by the princess.

There is no way this gentleman could be a cultist. The Inquisitor could sense the sacred aura emanating from his body.

The man took out another object from his robe. On it was engraved the Golden Kite's circuit. Sacred magical fluctuations floated between the runes. It was a seal, a royal seal that could not be imitated.

The judge quickly changed his expression and showed his perfect, gentle smile again, "Your Majesty, I am honored, please follow me."

As if remembering something, he turned around and looked at the civilian mother and child who collapsed on the ground. "Madam, it seems that there is some misunderstanding between us. Of course, we will not abandon any of our glorious subjects. Your child can leave the city, and you can too. Please follow our soldiers."

The mother bit her lip and stared at the man's smiling face. She felt the warmth of the child in her arms, and the hatred in her eyes slowly dissipated. She stood up and was about to follow the Inquisitor's entourage out of the city, but at this moment, the mysterious hooded man stopped her.

"Madam." The man smiled and shook his head. "Please don't leave the city. Please remember to stay in the city. Please believe me."

Don't leave the city? But the stars are about to fall. If you don't leave the city, you will die.

The woman was stunned. She looked at the man in front of her. It was this gentleman who saved them. From under the hood, the woman did not see any malice. She felt the moisture in her eyes and finally nodded slowly. "We know. I believe you. Thank you. May the glory bless you. I pray for you, sir."

"That's really the best encouragement for me." The man smiled.

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The Inquisitor remained silent. He had seen many warlocks with strange tempers. He signaled his followers to open a small path on the side, and then led the man out through the side door and through the secret passage specially built by the royal family.

This passage does not exist in the present world. It was created by court alchemists led by contemporary sages when Faror was built a thousand years ago. The demons had not yet become extinct at that time, and they used the demon's shadow technology. Without the key, no one can find it, let alone pass through.

Even the Vatican is not clear.

"Sir." The mother stood up holding her child and looked at the man's back as he gradually left. She felt the most sincere kindness, wiped the tears from her eyes, and finally said,

"One last question, sir. We don't even know each other, so why are you helping us?"

"Well, that's very simple." The man said as a matter of course, it's just because you brought the child.

"Because of the child." The mother murmured to herself, "You are so noble that you can't give up the child."

"No, I mean"

The warlock turned around and smiled refreshingly. He took off his hood and said with a bright and sunny voice, "Because I prefer breastfeeding wives."

Under the guidance of the Inquisitor, the man stepped into the door of shadows. This was a world of shadows that was different from the real world. Countless shadows traveled through and gathered in this world. Each shadow was a fork in the road and a passage. There was no sun or moon. Shadows were the light of this world. This was the world of night.

The man looked at the shadows around him with curiosity like a child, and at the magic circuits in the passage. His eyes under the hood seemed to be glowing as he looked around.

"Your Majesty, please hurry up," the Inquisitor urged. "It's easy to get lost in the shadow world. Please don't look around. This is a lost demon technology."

"I'm not looking around randomly." The man shrugged. "I'm looking with a purpose."

"What is the purpose?"

"I plan to copy them back." The man said seriously.

"You are kidding. We have arrived. In this world, all shadows correspond to random locations in the real world. Distance does not exist in the shadow world. This can prevent us from being tracked. Even demigods cannot do this."

The Inquisitor's mouth twitched slightly, he shook his head, led the man to a shadowy door, pushed the door open with the secret key, and the dark and gloomy scene in front of him changed instantly. All the running shadows of the night were expelled, and the light of the golden kite swallowed up the night.

What met their eyes were golden fields and clear blue skies. The banks of the Maria River were sparkling with ripples, and the chill of early winter formed a light rime on the river surface. Looking west from the Maria River, they could still see Farol, but it was so far away that it had shrunk into a tiny dot.

This place is far away from the capital, so it is already daybreak.

Although we have left the shadow world, this place is still shrouded in shadow magic and no one can explore it.

In addition to the bright and clear scenery.

The man also saw the army, the army was all over the mountains.

The Royal Guard stretched out all the way from the end of the hill. The noble saints drove unicorns, holding holy spears dragging on the ground, and marched in the world of blue and gold. At the end of this army's guard was the flag of the Golden Iris, which was the Golden Iris's most grand crown.

Holy, glorious.

"Your Majesty."

Cersei Milton walked towards the carriage. She stepped lightly on the grass, her pure white pleated skirt swaying with the scent of golden irises. She gently lifted the hem of her skirt, stepped back half a step on tiptoe, lowered her center of gravity and saluted.

"The golden kite is just ahead."

"This is a place shrouded in shadows, even the Vatican is unaware of it."

She raised her eyes, her golden pupils reflecting the face of the man in front of her, "Your Majesty Merlin."

The Golden Kite Princess smiled and said, "This is the promised land of Justice."

Merlin is that Merlin Andre? But isn't he imprisoned in heaven?

The Inquisitor turned his head away in disbelief. He opened his mouth, but the words were on the tip of his tongue and no more came out.

Because the man took off his hood, revealing a pair of pure white eyes.

"Please lead the way."

He looked at the army of saints at the end of the field, raised his hand, and smiled perfectly. The corners of his mouth also split to the sides, and the smile was as curved as the moon. The judge was very familiar with that smile because he had smiled like this before.

"Glorious Judgment." The man laughed.

Everything was turned upside down before the eyes of the judge.

The sky became the earth, and the earth became the sky.

The Maria River formed clouds in the sky, and the clear sunshine was swaying in the sparkling waves. The golden sky was full of golden kites, and the blue earth was rolling with waves and clouds. It was beautiful and strange, chaotic and orderly. The judge found that the whole world was upside down, but despite this, it seemed to be righted, just like the upside-down world for thousands of years, just like the upside-down good and evil, the upside-down humbleness and dignity, the upside-down light and shadow, and the upside-down life of every baby for thousands of years.

But it was not until he landed that the Inquisitor realized that it was not the world that was turned upside down.

Rather,

His head,

Flying backwards.

In the next moment, he saw countless noble heads falling from the sky like raindrops, soaking the sea of ​​golden kites.

——This was the last magnificent sight the Inquisitor saw in his life.

(End of this chapter)