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Chapter 589 Hades Priests and Slaves
At that time, the people of Naxos were still relatively unfamiliar with the Temple of Hades, and Coriantus was responsible for spreading the teachings.After seven years, the people here have completely accepted Hades, the benevolent King of Hades, and the people who worship him every day are far better than Demeter. This shows the ability of Coriantus and his years of sacrifice. The hard work that goes into it.

The prison was dark, damp, and smelled bad.Coriantus had been here many times and was already used to it. He ignored the pleas of the other prisoners in the cages on both sides, walked through the middle passage, and came to a cage.

The jailer unlocked and pushed open the iron door.

Coriantus walked into the cage, and the smell of blood hit his nostrils.

Corinthus frowned, and took a few quick steps. Through the dim light cast by the narrow window, he saw a naked man lying in the haystack in the corner, the blood oozing from the dense scars. It has dried up outside the body and turned into a blood man, completely turning him into a blood man from top to bottom. He lay there motionless, only the faint sound of breathing could be heard...

Coriantus turned to look at Diocasis who was following him, and said in a reproachful tone: "Why did you hit him so hard?!"

Facing the priest's reproachful gaze, Diocasis actually felt a little ashamed and said hesitantly: "He...he has always refused to tell the truth..."

"You can go out, there is no need to stay here." Coriantus said in a deep voice.

"It's too dangerous here, respected priest!" a jailer warned.

"Don't worry, with Hades' protection, he will not hurt me!" Coriantus said firmly.

Diocasis and his men had no choice but to walk out.

"By the way, bring me some pots of boiling water." Coriantus asked again.

After they left, Coriantus and the two priests who came with him carefully lifted the slave onto the simple bed next to him.

Coriantus had been to the prison many times and already had extensive experience.He asked his subordinates to carry two large medical boxes, one filled with medicine for treating wounds and the other filled with clean linens.After the boiling water was delivered, he and his subordinates first dipped linen cloth in the water and began to wipe off the blood on the slaves.At the wound, they would gently peel off the blood mixed with soil and wheat straw, and remove the green pus from the wound bit by bit...

You know, under the instructions of Davos, Helps sent doctors many times to train the priests of the Temple of Hades in basic medical rescue skills. Coriantus was one of them who studied hard, and with many years of experience, In practice, his level of treating trauma is no less than that of an ordinary Dionysian doctor.

However, the pain of cleaning the affected area still made the slave wake up from his coma. In his eyes, he saw the person squatting in front of him wearing a pure white robe and a simple black "A" drawn on the chest. He subconsciously struggled to think Sit up.

"Don't move yet, wait until I finish applying the medicine and tie the bandage on you." The slave trembled slightly: this kind voice is so familiar, and it is the same as him at the Hades celebration in Naxos on September 9th every year. The sounds of slaves being freed are very similar.

"...Merciful Priest Coriantus?!" He shouted uncertainly in a hoarse voice.

"It's me." This answer was like a ray of warm sunshine shining into the slave's dead heart, making his eyes wet instantly. He managed to hold up his head and stared blankly at the old man who was extremely sacred in his heart. Pour cool and comfortable wound medicine, and then use clean cloth strips to paste and tie the wounds one by one... His white robe was stained with dust and blood, and his face with many wrinkles was covered with beads of sweat. This man The old man didn't care at all, his expression was so focused.

Coriantus finally finished his work, stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and asked: "What is your name?"

no respond.

He looked up and saw that the slave's face was full of tears, looking straight at him, but biting his lip and making no sound.

Corrientus suddenly felt a little relieved: This seems to be possible.

So, his expression became serious and he said, "I'm crying now, but you brutally killed so many people before!"

"I didn't -" The slave saw that the person he respected the most misunderstood him and almost blurted out the truth. He quickly shut up, and then said unwillingly: "After I died, I met the three judges. They I will be given a fair trial."

"A fair trial?" Corinthus pondered for a while, and said slowly: "If you didn't kill someone, then you're lying, aren't you afraid of being sentenced to tongue-pulling hell and accepting endless torment?! What's more, if you conceal the facts and let the real criminal escape punishment, you are an accomplice, and the three judges will make you bear half of the crime he committed. This is not as simple as pulling out your tongue, you are ready ?"

After hearing this, the slave's expression changed drastically. He quickly lowered his head, but he saw the muscles on his arms protruding, and the linen that had just been tied immediately became stained with blood.

"Don't use force with your hands, otherwise the wound you just applied the medicine will burst again!" Coriantus immediately patted his arm with concern. Seeing that he still clenched his fists, he asked softly: "You What is your name?"

"...Laxese." The slave forced out a sentence.

"Are you a Numibian?" Coriantus looked at his dark skin and said, "I heard from the inspector that four of the girls who were killed were Numibians. Your compatriots!”

Laxai trembled.

"I heard from the inspector that the six corpses were arranged very neatly when they were buried, and each one had an Obol in his mouth. The murderer would not be so kind...Axe, all this It's the kindness in your heart that prompted you to do this..." Coriantus sighed and said with certainty: "I believe you are not the murderer, you are just forced to obey the command of the real murderer!"

Laxai's shoulders shook even more, and low sobs could be heard.

"My child, it must be painful to live like this..." Coriantus sighed again, and his tone became stern: "But...there is obviously a chance to catch the murderer and let him be severely punished by the law, but you have to do it for him. He took the blame and gave him the opportunity to harm more Numibian girls in the future. Do you really have the heart to do it?! And are you really willing to do so?!"

"I am not willing to give in!" Laxai raised his head, with tears in his eyes, and shouted excitedly: "But I am just a slave, he is a big shot, my wife and my two daughters are in his hands, what can I do? !What can I do?!”

"Hades is the most just god. Whether he is a slave or a senator, he treats everyone equally. His Majesty Davos adheres to his wishes and formulated the "Dionia Law" to protect all good people in the Kingdom of Dionia. The one who punishes all the evildoers. Don’t have any worries, speak out, tell the truth! My dear Hades, your devout believer Coriantus swears to you that I will definitely protect Axe. My wife and daughter, never let them get hurt in any way!”

Axel was surprised to see Corientus put his left hand on his chest, raised his right hand, and said the oath reverently. Endless gratitude suddenly rose in his heart. This gratitude melted the barrier in his heart, and he fell to his knees with a "plop" In the presence of Coriantus.

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Diocassis walked into the reception room of the Naxos City Hall, and when he saw Stromboli, he said excitedly: "My lord, your suggestion really works, that slave finally told the truth!"

Stromboli said with some pride and emotion: "I only know that the slaves in the kingdom trust the Temple of Hades the most. From time to time, there are slaves from all over the place who go to the Temple of Hades to complain. This is also related to the case of Polluxes that caused a sensation in Magna Graecia more than ten years ago..."

"My lord." Diocasis took a few steps closer and whispered with a slightly solemn expression: "The slave also revealed another thing about Laodissian..."

Stromboli looked at his expression and said in a deep voice: "What's the matter?"

Diocasis did not speak, but handed him the transcript in his hand.

Stromboli read the record carefully, but his two white eyebrows gradually knitted together. His face was filled with surprise. He suddenly pressed the record hard on the table and asked urgently: "Everything he said is true." of?!"

"He said that he had not done it, but that another slave who had committed suicide had been doing it secretly, but once he was drunk and confided in him... I have no way to confirm the truth of this matter now. ." Diocasis showed a rare hesitation: "After all, this directly involves the Laodicean senator... so I am here to ask for your instructions."

"You are right, don't act without authorization." Stromboli nodded in approval of Diokasis's approach, but in his mind he was thinking about what he had vaguely heard during the years he was in power in Naxos. rumor.

He clasped his hands behind his back, hunched his back, and walked slowly in the living room with a solemn expression.

Diocasis waited quietly.

After a moment, Stromboli said thoughtfully: "Who else knows about this?"

"My two most trusted subordinates and I...and the priest Coriantus..."

"Tell your men that they must never be told! Otherwise -" Stromboli's eyes flashed sharply.

"I understand, my lord."

"I will go talk to the priest about this. He is a smart man. What's more, the law stipulates that priests are not allowed to interfere in political affairs." Stromboli touched his beard, looked at Diocasis, and ordered: " You put off this case first and keep Paphogris in custody, but do not interrogate him. The slave will be detained as before for the time being... I will go to Judge Aldarus and ask him to grant you leniency. After some time, I believe he will still give me, an old man, a favor... Now, I have to prepare a letter to His Majesty. You go back quickly and take care of your inspection post."

Watching Laodicean leave, Stromboli stared down at the record on the table, with a sneer on his wrinkled face: "Laodicean, will you be the second Polluxes? "

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At the same time, in the residence of Antonios, the Minister of Military Affairs of the Kingdom of Dionia in Turiine City, Antonios was sitting in the courtyard with his nephew, enjoying the food and talking at the same time.

At this moment, it is already evening, night falls, and the bright moon rises.But a dozen candles as thick as a child's arms were lit in the courtyard, illuminating Antonios' mansion with candlelight.The three children chased and played in the surrounding corridors by the bright candlelight, and the crisp laughter continued.

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