Working Prophet.

Chapter 704 Answers
Ilkander was the first to come back to his senses, and immediately announced the end of the trial, and then had Herodotus' body quickly carried into the temple.

A group of priests from the Blood Moon Society also went in together, and they didn't know what they were discussing inside.

However, the crowd who came to participate in the trial did not disperse.

Under the instigation of Herodotus just now, many people were passionate, especially when facing those nobles who were usually superior.

Many people were often bullied by those guys, but now the fate of those noble gentlemen is in their hands. This made many people taste the taste of power for the first time, and they couldn't help feeling elated.

But now that Herodotus died, they realized what crime they had just committed.

Tried and slaughtered the nobles privately, completely annihilating a noble family with a long history, and what's more, offended the real rulers of the western region - the Figuerola family.

What should I do when the latter comes to them to settle this matter?
Herodotus is dead, who can lead them to resist the attack of those nobles.

Shapiro is the best example. He killed [-] new troops in a fit of rage. Just thinking about this incident sent chills down the spines of all the believers who participated in the trial.

They are now desperate to find a new one to rely on.

At this time, someone noticed Quintus under the stone steps.

As the high priest of the Silvermoon Church, Quintus has long been known to everyone in Multiscale City.

And unlike other high priests who came from noble families, Quintus, who was born in a peasant family, had always had a good reputation among the common people.

Before Herodotus ordered to attack all the high priests in Multiscale City, only Quintus was warned in advance, so he was able to escape.

At this moment, everyone was feeling uneasy, and subconsciously approached Quintus.

Someone took the lead, and others followed suit. After a while, Quintus was surrounded by more and more people.

The guards in charge of guarding him were also a little absent-minded at the moment, and did not disperse the nearby people immediately, but by the time they wanted to do so, it was already too late, and hundreds of people had already gathered around Quintus.

Moreover, the crowd was still increasing, and the guards guarding him simply ignored it when they saw it, and threw their weapons away, and slipped away to nowhere.

Quintus was ignorant of all this, his head was heavy now, and the death of Herodotus was a great stimulus to him.

Quintus has always regarded Herodotus as the number one enemy, and believed that his existence would cause division and irreparable damage to the Silver Moon Church, which was indeed the case.

Both sides believe in Pithia, but one is traditional and conservative, and the other is radical and violent.

But it is undeniable that Herodotus has indeed explored a path of his own, and with the turmoil in the western region, the Blood Moon Society is becoming more and more attractive to believers.

In this battle of Scales, Herodotus defeated Gwen and his [-] army, and almost eliminated the senior management of the Silver Moon Church, so Quintus could no longer avoid a question that had always been in his heart.

——Maybe Herodotus and his Blood Moon Society chose the right path.

Especially when the people in the multi-scaled city finally chose to stand with Herodotus, this greatly stimulated Quintus's heart, and he began to doubt himself and his choice.

This is why he was so depressed in the dungeon before.

Yes, he was shaken.

As the only remaining high priest of the Silver Moon Church, Quintus, who had always thought himself to be a firm believer, was actually shaken.

Just having such an idea is a kind of blasphemy against Picia, which made Quintus blame himself.

But then something unexpected happened to Quintus, and Herodotus died inexplicably.

Quintus felt as if he was walking in the dark, and saw some light vaguely, but when he walked over, he found that it was still a dead end.

So he was at a loss again, and it was the kind of loss that he had never seen before.

However, he finally noticed the believers gathered around him, and by this time there were already thousands of people.

They looked at Quintus expectantly, and someone said, "High Priest Quintus, what should we do now?"

"What to do, what to do?" Quintus subconsciously asked.

"We have killed so many people, those noble gentlemen will not let us go, now only you can save us."

Quintus shook his head, "I can't save you, I can't even save myself. Not long ago, I was judged by Herododra, have you forgotten?"

The believers were dumbfounded, but after a while, someone said, "No matter what, we all...hope to follow you."

"That's right, please lead us, High Priest Quintus, just like before." Everyone chattered.

However, Quintus never agreed, "I can't lead you anymore, because I haven't heard the voice of the goddess for a long time."

After a pause he added, "I think I've lost my faith."

The crowd was disappointed, but eventually had to disperse.

The guards and guards didn't come back either, and Quintus walked towards the city gate alone.

When passing Gwen's body, Quintus took off his robe and covered it over the former.

And he himself went on.

The cold wind blew on his thin underwear, making the high priest of the Silvermoon Church shiver uncontrollably.

But Quintus didn't stop. He walked all the way to the city gate, and the soldiers who were supposed to guard there disappeared.

Many people are fleeing the city in a hurry, driving ox carts, taking all their belongings, and there are guys who take advantage of the opportunity to rob, and no one cares, everyone looks like a catastrophe is imminent.

Fortunately, Quintus stepped forward in time. His identity as the high priest deterred the looters, and he saved the goods on the bullock cart for the robbed people.

The latter gave him a thick cloak and two loaves of bread as a thank you.

Quintus put on the cloak and felt warmer on his body. He ate half a loaf of bread, recovered a little strength, packed the rest of the bread, and then walked out of the city.

He needs someone to solve the doubts in his heart and show him the direction again.

Quintus knew that someone would be able to give him the answer.

Because just over a year ago, he had witnessed that person perform a miracle, not a fake one like Herodotus, but a genuine one.

If anyone in this world is closest to a god, it must be that person.

(End of this chapter)