1355: Fool

"You have been told not to be arrogant, and you think that it will be arrogant to cultivate the sub-divine beast level! Now that my demon clan has a demon leader, you are dead!" The Great Demon King Jiuyou looked ferocious, his hands were sucked hard, and he drew a bunch of dragon tendons and threw them into the treasure bag!

Li Wushuang, Agli and Yan Luosha were not willing to fall behind, and divided the rare beast corpses of the two sub-divine beasts.

Zhenyan held a palm in vain, and above the slightly blood-red palm were two balls of beast souls, one green gray and one red flame colored, and the other hand brought four thousand-year demon pills into his pocket!

At least the vast majority of people have to obey the law. The current situation is that civilians do not believe in the law at all, and those nobles, even kings, do not take it seriously. Wouldn’t those who obey it be fools? Just because they are paladins, they must obey it, isn’t that fool among fools?

Neo didn't expect Megi to understand his truth. He looked at Sophia: "It's too late to rush to the court now, but once the trial is over and Clarpool is convicted, even if you go to rob the prison, he may not be willing to leave. In this case, what can you do?"

Sophia had a headache, and of course she understood the ideas of those knights who had a real sense of honor.

"Honor is my life", this is the basic creed of those knights. Indeed, after Clarpole was imprisoned, some knights gave up their loyalty to the king and called themselves "fallen", but they would rather engrave a cross that symbolizes shame on the knight's badge than take it off. That means that although they had reasons to abandon the knight's belief, they were still ashamed of it.

Unfortunately, her second brother Cangqiong did not know these real knights, otherwise he should have known that he had no need to kill Clarbor. As long as he was nominally the king of this country, Clarbor would never betray him.

That was the loyalty of a Paladin.

"I need to meet Clarpool anyway." Sophia thought for a while, then looked at Neo, "Or, do you have any good suggestions?"

"I don't have any advice!" Neo suddenly turned his head and looked outside.

As he looked, Sophia and Meggy saw a blood-red sharp-mouthed shrike falling on the ground, scratching the ground with their claws. Then they raised their heads. For a moment, Sophia felt a strange light shine from the eyes of the shrike.

"By the way," Neo's voice suddenly amplified, "I heard that the woman's eldest daughter Su Li also became the Rose Knight. I wonder how she is doing now?"

Sofia and Megi looked at each other in surprise. Because they were talking to Sofia about something that was not suitable for other drinkers to hear, Gonno's voice was always low, but now he suddenly spoke so loudly, it was like intentionally trying to let someone listen.

"I don't know." Sophia also made her voice louder, "I don't know where she is now."

Although the few drinkers around heard their conversation, because they didn't know who they were talking about, no one would care about them and would not come over to interrupt.

The shriek did nothing strange, but twisted his neck and was shocked by a passerby approaching.

Neo stood up and said, "I have to leave."

"Mr. Neo." Sophia lowered her voice, "'A Paladin will never escape from his duties.'--this is what you just said. Could it be..."

"Well," Neo looked at her seriously and bowed slowly, "I'm sorry to disappoint your father, the Majesty I have allegiance, but I have never given up on my duty, even now."

After saying that, he turned around and left quickly.

Sophia looked at his back silently.

Back then, Paladin Neho disappeared on the way to capture Bloody Mary. Mary Sullen Eviel was dead and even her body was sent back to the royal city. In other words, Neho's mission should have been lifted.

But he said he never gave up his duties.

What exactly is he doing now? Why should he stay in this city?

Of course, Clarpole's affairs are much more important and urgent than Neo. As Neo said, even if she meets Clarpole, she may not be able to convince him to escape from prison. For a Paladin, dignity and glory are far more important than life.

However, apart from robbing prison, she really couldn't think of any good way. The trial of Clarbool was this morning, and no matter what she wanted to do now, it would be too late. But once Clarbool was convicted, according to the law, the only one who had the power to pardon him was the king's sky.

What else can she do?

"Sophia, what are you thinking?" Meggie looked at her.

She shook her head and sighed. At this moment, she seemed to feel something flashing in her mind. That thought made her feel deeply scared, but she had to think about it.

...

Inside the evil door of the cathedral to the north of the city, Father Am stayed in front of the altar, silent.

Now is supposed to be the time for believers to pray and confess, but there is no one here.

Including Sarai, Sherry and Euros, the Holy See had three cardinals died in a row, and they all died under swords, which caused the cohesion of the Holy See to begin to collapse. But at this time, the power of the God Noswell began to disappear, and more and more Templar Knights left.

The Templar Knights are different from ordinary knights. They do not need to serve the king, but only need to obey the orders of the Pope or the Cardinal who holds real power. Now that the church has completely divided, no one can restrain them anymore, and they are unwilling to stay here to fight for the interests of His Majesty the Sky and the Marquis of Lianting. Therefore, a large number of escapes are naturally inevitable. As far as Father Am knows, some of them have even given up their knighthood and joined the fallen knight organization that claims to be "the heart of destiny".

Father Am couldn't blame them. Because he discovered that at some point, even he himself began to doubt whether the Lord God, whom he believed in and served for most of his generation, really existed? The faith of God Noswell was so collapsed, which was beyond everyone's expectations. Perhaps, in these hundreds of years, few people had truly believed in this Lord God, but it was just that worldly power that set off its majesty.

Father Amme has never had a high status in the Holy See, both in the royal city and in Morglier. He has no ambition and just does what he should do in silence. It is precisely because of this that neither Sarai nor Sherry had ever been embarrassed by him. After all, people like him were also needed in the church to deal with the complex rituals and cumbersome rituals. But after Euros' death, he found himself suddenly pushed to the front desk, as if he could become a cardinal at any time as long as he wanted.

Of course he understood what was going on. Although the faith of Noswell God was already shattering, traditions still had to be followed. In this crisis, for those uneasy nobles, abandoning traditions meant abandoning themselves.

But they didn't want another Reddy Sarai in the Holy See, so Father Am, who was old and harmless in everyone's eyes, became a good choice.

Father Am sighed heavily.

The dazzlingly gorgeous light from the inlaid glass made Father Am squint involuntarily. At this time, he saw two people walking into the evil door.

Walking in front was a young woman. The pale yellow windbreaker covered her face, making Father Am unable to see her appearance. Behind the young woman was a boy, a few years younger than her. He was wearing a gray magic robe, which made Father Am feel that the boy was more dazzling than the light that sprinkled on his eyes from the window.

Magicians are rare in this kingdom, but there are fewer people who will walk into churches.

The young woman walked to the altar and knelt down. She pulled off the hat of the windbreaker and lowered her head. The young man looked around, as if he was curious about something.

The young woman pulled the boy's robe, and the boy had to kneel behind her helplessly.

"Father. I want to confess!" the girl whispered.

"What do you want to repent? Child. Tell the Lord God all your confessional behaviors, and the Lord God will forgive them." Father Am opened the scriptures on the altar. These two people were the only ones who were willing to enter the church this afternoon. Not long ago, Cardinal Euros also forbidden civilians from entering the cathedral. Now, although the good and evil doors of the church have been opened to the civilians, no one is willing to enter again.

The young woman lowered her head: "But I am afraid that even the gods can't forgive me for the mistake I have made."

"Child, do you know how proud you are of this sentence?" said the priest, "Only the Lord God is qualified to determine whether what people do deserve His forgiveness, not you, nor me. Reflecting on your past and humbly listening to the teachings of Lord God is what the people of Lord God should do. Besides, all doubts will only make you look proud because you are trying to put yourself above the wisdom of Lord God. Now, tell me, child, what are you repenting?"

"I confess," said the young girl softly, "I confess that I have walked in the fate arranged by others because of fear, and have never thought with my heart; I confess that I once thought I was qualified to save others, but I did not know that I needed to save me; I confess that I had no choice but to repent that I had weakness and hesitation, and obsessed with the cleanness of my hands and forgot the eyes of the weak..."

Father Am looked at the woman under the altar in shock. Jae-gun, he thought that this woman was guilty of doing something wrong, so he was worried that her sin would not be forgiven by the Lord God. But now, he knew that he had guessed wrongly, and this woman had never thought about letting the Lord God forgive her.

There is true pride hidden in her heart.

The magician boy next to him looked at her face from the side in surprise.

The young woman raised her head with tears on her face: "I confess that I did not do well, Father!"

Father Ammu saw her face clearly, and he walked down the steps tremblingly: "Your Highness the Princess..."

"Please forgive me, Father!" The young woman looked at him in pain.

"No," Father Amme looked at her, "no one is qualified to forgive you, or in this terrible era, no one is qualified to forgive anyone. The only one who can forgive you is yourself."

"I came here to confess because I couldn't do it."

"That's right!" Father Am sighed heavily. Then, he took some holy water from the altar with his hands and gently sprinkled it on Princess Sophia's head, "I forgive you."

"Are you forgive me on behalf of the Lord God?"

"No, I am on my behalf," Father Am smiled with an old face, "I just said that no one is qualified to forgive anyone. But now, I forgive you and hope you will always remember. There was an old man like me who forgave you in such a ridiculous place. No matter what you do in the future, no matter what mistakes you make, I hope you remember. You have been forgiven... That is the forgiveness of an old man as proud as you."

Princess Sophia raised her head silently, and her face was filled with tears...

The sunset light shines obliquely from the edge of the city, and the dark yellow land is mixed with reflections of city walls and trees.

Corotia rode her horse, first along the shadows of the fallen walls, and then ran south to Moglier. The colors of dusk gently stroked from the side, making her face look beautiful and unstable.

After passing a loess slope, she came to the thorny land. There were countless small animals hanging on the thorns. Looking around, they were so dense that it was shocking.

At this time, she was wearing no longer the armor of a male knight, but the elf mail that could perfectly outline her figure. The red rose badge on her chest was engraved with a deep cross, and her hair was briefly tied behind her head, making her look more refreshing and natural.

She got off the horse, tied the reins to a short pine tree, and then stepped into the bush. The knight boots made of deer skin were marked by the thorns, but they could not stop her.

After reaching the center of the thorn bush, she opened a scroll with the light behind the setting sun. The green characters on the scroll disappeared in a flash, and a thin mist came. She covered her with the dried animals on the thorns. In the blink of an eye, she felt the scene around her suddenly illusion, and then she entered a forest.

She saw the corpses of those small animals flying in the fluorescent forest, like dust swept by the breeze. Following these corpses, she walked forward, and the swaying tops of the trees made a baby-like scream, which made her heart chill.

"Who?" someone asked her.

She didn't know where the person was, nor what kind of person she was. The sound was too ethereal to tell which corner she was coming from.

"My name is Corotia," she said loudly, "I'll come and see the witches in this land."

"Corotia?" The voice sounded again, "Oh, you are the one who wants me to help me rescue your brother? Keep going forward, I'll wait for you here."

Corotia was quiet for a moment, and then continued to move forward. Not long after, she came to a small wooden house. Before she could push the door, the door suddenly opened itself.

As soon as she walked into the wooden house, she saw a girl, about the same age as Corotia, wearing a dirty gray dress, her face covered by long hair, but she reluctantly let her eyes emerge from the gaps in her hair.

The girl in gray squatted on the ground, setting a small stove in front of her. The iron pot on the stove was cooking soup, and pale shredded pork was rolling in the boiling soup.

Corotia felt a little surprised, she looked at the girl in gray: "You are..."

"I'm the witch you are looking for," the grey girl chuckled, "My name is Karin!"

Corotia really didn't expect that the witch she was looking for seemed to be no older than her own. She looked at the little witch with some doubts, not sure whether the girl could really help her rescue her brother.

The unpleasant medicinal smell overflowed from the boiling soup and filled the entire wooden house.

"Do you want to eat?" The little witch used a spoon to fill a bowl of soup from the pot and handed it to Corotia.

Corotia shook her head quickly. Who would eat something cooked by a witch?

"Don't you eat?" The little witch held the soup in one hand, grabbed her hair and tucked it in the other, and continued to make that strange "eat" laugh.

Although she was once a Rose Knight, Corotia still felt frightened by the witch who was younger than her. In her original imagination, what she saw should be a woman sitting on a tree trunk full of mushrooms, rather than such a strange girl.

But it doesn't matter. Corotia knows that the witch's ability does not depend on her age. It is an eternal force passed down from generation to generation. When a witch dies, the girl around her will automatically inherit the magic she has.

"I want to ask you to help me rescue my brother," Corotia whispered, "that man said, you can help me."

"No, no, no, no," the little witch shook her hands vigorously, and the hair on her right hand hurt her own head. The bowl on her left hand was splashed with hot soup, "I won't help you, I can only give you a deal, I'm one...one... what's the matter?"
To be continued...