ps1: Chapter 3 update is sent to... Thanks to the ocean of "The Peasant Women's Mountain Spring is a little sweet"... Well, the name is so connotational. Could it be that I am thinking too much? There are two oceans of "tempest" children's shoes... Thank you...

ps2: The chapters that owed are done... I'm going to pick up the devil's integrity...

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The three northern countries...

Although from the information collected, the three northern countries are completely under the control of the Holy See of Light, high-pressure policies and white terror have been implemented, and the Knights and the Inquisition that drove in are not as pious, kind and generous as usual priests. All files and records are collected, interrogated witnesses, investigations and samples are investigated and taken according to Hannibal's routine. Any civilians who maliciously provoke and injure the priests of the Holy See will be sentenced according to the law, fined and whipped prison gallows or even secret torture instruments, and they will be called up mercilessly. As for the officials, it will be even worse. As long as the judges and officials who maliciously sheltered civilians for crimes such as attacking churches without reason, they will be hung and executed, and the bodies are hung in the corners of the streets and alleys, intimidating these unruly people in the north.

Resistance and suppression have never stopped. The people of the three northern countries are fierce and naturally do not want to be governed by outsiders. However, the people of the Holy See are even more ruthless. Hannibal ordered that the Cardinals' Association jointly signed the letter, and the always polite Pope Hall issued the strictest decree. The whole family of the rebels will not be kept. If any clergy dies in the conflict, everyone on this street will be buried with them.

Blood flooded the city walls, and these civilians finally paid the price for their past pleasure and sins. Hannibal and Caesar rode their horses at the north gate of the former kingdom of Bourbon. Looking at the people nailed to the wall, the king shrugged: "It's so harsh."

"That is their worthy of sin, and if the people of the Holy See committed a sin, they would die more miserable than this."

"Tsk tsk, if this continues, the Holy See of Light will become a terrorist organization!" Caesar drove his horse to catch up with Hannibal.

"If the lovely people can spread their dreams without any danger, then it doesn't matter what the Holy See becomes." Hannibal looked around and a clerk dressed in linen clothes was squatting down. A warm white light appeared in his hand, dispelling the scars of the child leaning against the corner of the wall, and then holding his dirty little hand and walking towards the city. The child struggled a little at first, but the priest patted his head patiently and comforted him in a low voice. Finally, two people, one big and one small, walked slowly towards the city. The child seemed to be afraid of the knights guarding the city, but the priest talked to the knights with a smile. A knight also touched the child's head and looked at the other party's dodging action. Several people laughed kindly.

"Look... where did the scars on the child come from? Local people beat him and scold him for being disgusted with him, but the priest would always find him a place to spend money, teach him to read, or send him a craft to learn a craft, and there will always be food to eat in the future."

"These priests are just grassroots clergy, without any overall concept or scheming. In fact, they only have so many wishes, not to strengthen the spread of the power and influence of the Holy See. They don't understand these. They just hope that under the illumination of the holy light, everyone can enjoy the warmth of light, because after all, they were like that child when they were young, because the light made them feel warm and live to this day, and they want to spread their dreams."

Hannibal whispered, as if talking about something that had nothing to do with him: "The people of the Three Kingdoms in the North are too wild, and the principle of the strong beings are good, but now, the weak also have the right to smile. They don't understand, but the priests understand-so the priests chose this place full of dangers and resistance. Why did they come here?"

"Five hundred and twenty-three people... Ten years of data... In the past ten years, the three northern kingdoms have buried the corpses of 523 clergymen. Caesar, I ask you, are they old and die? Are they old and die!" Hannibal suddenly raised his head, and Caesar could see the anger in it, "Of course not! Murder! Murder! Murder! Pretending to be a robber thief, or even a wounded patient! Forced into the church to rob, just for those poor gold coins! Taking advantage of the anxious clergyman checking the disguised wounds, and then stabbing the dagger hidden around his waist! Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!!!"

Hannibal gasped for a few breaths: "Do you know how I felt when the Paladins of the Inquisition brought the cases and confessions of criminals collected within three days to me! Is it the Pope's Hall owed them or the innocent priests owed them! I wish I could razed the three kingdoms of the north to the ground, these ungrateful bastards!"

"Okay, OK, if you feel uncomfortable, let's go and slaughter the city now..." Caesar patted Hannibal on the shoulder, pointed his left hand at the tower in the city, and a purple fireball appeared in the palm of his hand, "Blast that tower first..."

"Uh...wait, you can't play really, right..." Hannibal held Caesar's arm.

"I'm not a murderer." Caesar shot Zi Yan into the sky. "I have never shown mercy since the first person I killed. In recent years, all the extermination cases of all large and small in the Twelve Middle-earth countries involved in the slave trade in the north were almost all the hands of the God of War. I have also done a lot, from old men to children and even babies, because they did the same. The robbed beast camps were not kept, and the bodies of babies and children burned to charred from the ashes of burning tents - do you know? This is called worthy."

"So, Hannibal, don't seek reasons for what happened here. You did it right, no matter how excessive it is, I always believe that all sins will be repaid for one day, and those who suffer are the retribution they deserve." Caesar drove forward, "Because I am not a hero! There is no stupid belief that hatred will not harm my family. I am just an executioner who defends my precious things. If you make me feel uncomfortable, I will make you regret it for the rest of your life. The sins you have done should be repaid. If you want to slaughter the old and weak babies, I will be able to pinch your newborn grandson into meat sauce in front of you. The pain of your soul is your own, and I am just a barbarian... I am just a king of the north, a guardian of barbarians and orcs, that's all! There is a flood in other places, and it's all my fault!"

Looking at Caesar's figure moving forward, Hannibal smiled knowingly and followed: "This view is not good. In the future, you must consider the lunar eclipse war for all mankind."

"Let's talk about it until then! Let me make a big fuss before." Caesar shrugged.

"Yes... make a big fuss... While we are still young, we have not let the endless years make our hearts hard, just like an ordinary young man, do what we want to do... When we become a saint, for thousands of years, we... will become indifferent..." Hannibal suddenly changed his face again, "So just follow what Caesar said! Even if we grab it, we will grab a girl! It is impossible to find a girlfriend? This fantasy will break myself! Hannibal... participate!"

"This guy..." Caesar looked at the paladin running all the way and shook his head, "Well, let's make a fuss with him...because..."

"According to this guy's love luck when he sees a ghost, I'm afraid this time... I'm going to get a discount again..."
Chapter completed!