Done! Your Majesty is going to prostitute me for free!

"Later, the mutual aid association organized a team of people to patrol and supervise the streets, and encouraged everyone to develop good hygiene habits. When they saw someone urinating or defecating anywhere, they would step forward to remind and stop them; if they encountered stubborn situations, they would take a special punishment measure - let a group of people watch and criticize this uncivilized behavior. Although this method is somewhat embarrassing and direct, over time no one dared to mess around anymore." Qi Ruisi said with a smile.

As the topic deepened, the atmosphere in the tavern gradually became relaxed and pleasant. Qi Ruisi continued to share interesting stories and touching deeds about the mutual aid society; while Father Jesus and Dogtail Grass also listened with relish, laughing and praising from time to time. In this dark and warm tavern, the hearts of the three people seemed to be closely connected by these stories, and formed an indescribable tacit understanding and resonance.

“Although these poor people live in poverty and have suffered many misfortunes, they still maintain their love for life and their care and support for others. This spirit is really touching!” Father Jesus exclaimed and took a deep breath. “I hope I can do something for them to repay their kindness and tenacity.”

Dogtail Grass also nodded in agreement with deep feeling, "Yes! Although they are poor and at the bottom of society, their character and spirit are richer and nobler than many people! We should learn from their merits and strengths and do our best to help them improve their living conditions."

When talking about this, Qi Ruisi suddenly changed the subject and mentioned another important purpose of Dogtail Grass's trip, "Father! If you want to live a stable life in the church and enjoy peace and tranquility, then it is best to establish a good relationship with the Mutual Aid Association and build deep friendship and cooperation. They have a high reputation and great influence in the slums and can help you solve a lot of unnecessary troubles and disputes. You must know that these poor people look pitiful and fragile, but sometimes they can become very hateful and difficult to deal with! At that time, if something unexpected happens, don't blame me for not reminding you!"

Father Jesus nodded, and a bitter smile appeared on his wrinkled face. He picked up the wine glass in his hand and took a sip of the bitter wine, as if he wanted to swallow the troubles in his heart along with this sip of wine. Then, he fell into deep thought, staring ahead with confused eyes.

Seeing this, Gouweicaoer couldn't help but feel a little curious. He looked around and found a middle-aged man named Qi Ruisi sitting next to him, tasting wine alone. So, Gouweicaoer came over and tried to find out some information about the internal situation of the Holy City Church from Qi Ruisi.

Qi Ruisi knocked on the table, glanced at Gouweicaoer, and raised a meaningful smile, "Friend, of course there is no problem drinking with you, but if you want to get news about the Holy City Church from me, the price is not ordinary."

Hearing this, Gouweicao'er's heart moved, and he took out a crystal clear jade pendant from his arms and handed it to Qi Ruisi, "How about this?" Qi Ruisi took the jade pendant, glanced at it casually, and said lightly: "This stone is not valuable here."

Dogtail Grass was stunned and hurriedly explained: "This is not an ordinary stone, it is jade." However, Qi Ruisi just chuckled and shook his head, "I don't know this stone. People here only value precious goods."

Dogtail Grass frowned, pondered for a moment, and asked tentatively: "How about porcelain? Are you interested in porcelain?" Upon hearing this, Qi Ruisi's eyes widened, and he leaned forward with both hands on the table and asked anxiously: "Do you have oriental porcelain? Are you from Ferrero? Did you make the porcelain there?!"

Dogtail Grass thought about it for a while and felt that there was no need to hide this matter, so he nodded slightly. Seeing this, Qi Ruisi laughed out loud: "Haha, great! You really found the right person! In the current market, porcelain is a hot commodity and circulates quickly. You got this clue by accident today, which can be said to be a profit!"

However, Qi Ruisi's next words made Gouweicaoer fall into deep thought again. "If you choose to cooperate with the church, they will definitely exploit you severely and take at least 50% of your profits. But you are lucky to meet me. If you cooperate with the church, they eat the meat and you can only drink some soup at most; but if you cooperate with me, we can eat the meat together!"

Gouweicaoer frowned, weighing Qi Ruisi's words in his mind. He felt that Qi Ruisi's words were a bit exaggerated, but there was some truth in them. After all, there was a risk of being exploited in cooperating with the church. However, he could not completely trust this new acquaintance. After all, this person's identity and background were not clear, and the pros and cons of this business cooperation also needed to be carefully considered.

"Mr. Qi Ruisi, we have just met each other for a short time. Although what you said sounds nice, why should I believe you?" Dogtail Grass asked bluntly.

Qi Ruisi slammed the table and said proudly: "You can ask around. Those who do business in the Holy City and can achieve what I have done must have extraordinary abilities! My business is spread across many countries. In the Holy City, there is no one who doesn't know me, Qi Ruisi!" His eyes revealed full of confidence and strength.

But Gouweicaoer asked calmly: "Aren't you a furniture seller? How can a furniture seller be so famous?" He expressed his doubts about Qi Ruisi's boasting.

Qi Ruisi chuckled and said mysteriously: "Every time I, Qi Ruisi, go out, I am accompanied by at least five beauties, and each time they are different. Do you think there is anyone who doesn't recognize me?" His words shocked Gouweicaoer, and at the same time, made him more curious about this seemingly ordinary businessman.

Gouweicao was silent for a moment, and then said slowly: "Mr. Qi Ruisi, you are really an amazing person." He began to re-examine the businessman. Although he remained vigilant, a trace of respect arose in his heart.

Qi Ruisi spread his hands and acted frankly, "I can prove myself to you, but you have nothing to prove now, and I can't completely believe you. So, if you can prove that you really have porcelain, come home with me. We will talk about it in detail. Even if the deal fails, I will tell you everything I know. You should be able to see that I am a straightforward person, right?"

Hearing this, Gouweicao'er thought to himself. He knew the importance of this business cooperation, so he had to act with caution. However, Qi Ruisi's words gave him a glimmer of hope. After all, it was a rare opportunity to meet such a powerful businessman in this strange city.

Meanwhile, Father Jesus was still drinking gloomily, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was thinking about something. When Dogtail Grass asked for his opinion, he simply said, "You go ahead. I want to stay here and wait for the Emperor. I'll come to you when I'm free." His attitude surprised Dogtail Grass a little, but since the priest had already expressed his opinion, he didn't say anything more.

Qi Ruisi looked at Gouweicaoer with a satisfied smile on his face. He pointed at the priest and smiled with white teeth: "I admire this man very much. He is really rare in the Holy City!" His praise for Father Jesus made Gouweicaoer more convinced that cooperating with Qi Ruisi might really be a good choice.

In this dim tavern, the fate of the three people seems to have begun to change subtly because of this encounter. A contest between business, faith and humanity is quietly unfolding.

A few days later, in the slums on the edge of Yangqu County, Gouweicaoer personally came to Qi Ruisi's shabby but lively home. At the same time, Father Jesus, who came from afar, was also invited to live in the battlefield of swords and winds in this slum thousands of miles away from heaven.

Deep in the slums, there is an old and forgotten church. The spire of the church has been mottled by the erosion of time, and the walls are covered with dust, as if telling the former priest's carelessness and long separation. The dust is so serious that it is almost impossible to enter. Only a few rays of sunlight shine in from the colored glass windows, adding a touch of mystery and solemnity to this silent space.

That night, the sunset glowed on the horizon, like a huge piece of brocade spread in the air. Father Jesus lay quietly on the bed, his thoughts as chaotic and complicated as the sunset glow on the horizon. The faces of suffering and poverty he saw during the day unfolded in his mind like heavy scrolls, making him unable to calm down. With mixed feelings, he found a worn-out broom and began to sweep in this silent church. Every sweep seemed to want to sweep away the turbulent waves and endless troubles in his heart.

When the sun gently penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on the marble floor the next morning, Father Jesus had already opened the door of the historic church. He stood at the door, and in front of him was a desolate and empty field. Only the breeze gently brushed the corners of his clothes, bringing a hint of coolness in the morning. As Kiris said, the residents of the slums work from sunrise to sunset, and their lives are hard but full of real fireworks. Therefore, the silence in front of him did not surprise the priest, but instead gave him a deeper understanding and acceptance of this unfamiliar environment.

In the afternoon, the sun began to set, and the golden light sprinkled every corner of the slum. Only then did someone notice that the door of the church was open, and someone walked in tentatively. This was the first visitor Father Jesus received in the slums - a man with a tired face and a thin body. He lowered his head and told the priest about the hardships and sufferings of life, as if he wanted to pour out all the troubles that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time.

Visitors came one after another, all with the same tiredness and hardship on their faces. They walked into this ancient church with their own troubles and confusions, seeking a little spiritual comfort and strength. As night fell, people gradually dispersed, leaving only the lonely figure of the priest and the swaying oil lamp to accompany them in this quiet night.

Father Jesus lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep all night. His heart was filled with anxiety and uneasiness, his eyes staring at the ceiling in the darkness, as if he could see through the souls in the slums waiting for salvation. He was responsible for guiding only five people, but there were far more souls in the slums. Whenever he thought about the fact that he only had ten days left, his heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.

The priest sat up and looked out the window at the quiet street outside. The moonlight shone on the empty street, reflecting the figures of the mutual aid members and the poor who worked silently. They worked hard every day to make a living, cleaning the streets and building sheds, while as a priest, he could only sit in the church and wait most of the time. This feeling of powerlessness and guilt deeply hurt the priest's heart.

His face showed a complex expression, both guilty and determined. During this period, his concept has changed drastically. Before, he could sit in the church and wait for people to come to confess, but now, he can no longer sit still.

The priest lay on his side on the bed, silently looking at his hands. These hands had prayed for countless people and sought salvation for them. At this moment, he clenched his fists, as if vowing to do his best to save those souls waiting for salvation.

"Do your best..." he murmured to himself, his voice revealing great firmness and determination.

The next morning, the church door was closed, but a familiar figure appeared on the street. Father Jesus was sweeping the street silently with a cleaning tool. He swept the garbage to the side of the street and piled it into a small hill. The pedestrians on the street looked at him curiously, but no one dared to ask anything. However, his behavior touched the mutual aid members and workers. They picked up tools and joined the ranks of cleaning.

As the number of people increased, the cleaning work became easier. Father Jesus silently prayed while working. People around him listened to his prayers while working, as if they were comforted. The whole day's work was spent in a calm and peaceful atmosphere.

However, despite his involvement in community service, Father Jesus did not forget his duties. He also had to officiate at weddings, pray for the dying, and hear confessions. But time was limited, and he could not wait in the church for a long time for those who were busy making a living. So, after nightfall, he began to visit homes in the streets, helping the poor solve their problems, or inquiring about some news about the holy city and the church.

When it was late at night, he would return to the church exhausted and fall asleep. At first, people were wary of this strange-behaving priest, but after three days, they had gotten used to his presence. He spoke softly and always listened patiently to people's complaints and difficulties. When he met a family with a patient, he would even take the initiative to stay and take care of them, and give them some money and other things to help them through the difficult times.

In the slums, news always spreads fast, especially through close communication channels like the mutual aid association. Father Jesus' name and deeds soon spread throughout the slums. By the eighth day, he had completely integrated into the group. Although his robe was stained, his face was covered with beard, and he was thinner, his eyes were brighter and he exuded a calm and calm temperament.

On the evening of the tenth day, a blazing bonfire was lit in an open space in a corner of the slum. The light of the fire shone on everyone's face, bringing a touch of warmth and light. Father Jesus sat in the crowd, watching everyone share food and laugh with a smile. He knew it was still unknown when the Emperor would be free to meet him, but it would only take a day or two. He didn't want to waste the precious food of these poor people because they needed it more than he did.

In the light of the bonfire, not far away, Dogtail Grass and Qi Ruisi were talking happily. They often visited the priest and had become his confidants. "I really didn't expect the priest to come here," Qi Ruisi said with emotion, "I think he is more suitable to be the emperor than the emperor."

Dogtail Grass glanced at him and said, "Brother Qi, I have actually been wanting to ask you something for a long time. Logically speaking, you have a background in the upper echelons of the church and often profit from your connections, so you should like the church very much. Why do you hate the church so much and still help these poor people in private?"

Qi Ruisi was silent for a while, then sighed, "There are many women around me, and I have children in my old age. My child was baptized by the Emperor himself." He paused and continued, "When I saw him being baptized, I suddenly felt that he was defiled. So, I do good deeds, hoping to help him wash away some of his sins." He laughed at himself, "Ha, isn't it ridiculous?"

As the priest listened to their conversation, a warm feeling welled up in his heart. He knew that his efforts were not in vain. At least in this slum, he used his actions and love to bring hope and warmth to the people living at the bottom of society. His existence was like a beam of light, illuminating this dark place.

As the night deepened, the embers of the bonfire gradually extinguished in the darkness. Everything around was swallowed up by the quiet darkness, with only faint starlight dotting the night sky. Father Jesus slowly stood up, his figure looming in the faint starlight, like an otherworldly saint.

He gently brushed off the dust on his clothes, and every movement seemed steady and powerful. When he turned around, the figures of Dogtail Grass and Qi Ruisi were reflected in his deep eyes. The two stood quietly behind him, with a strange look on their faces, as if they were infected by the holiness of the priest at this moment.

Dogtail Grass broke the silence with a soft voice: "Father, I have sent someone to inquire. The Emperor of God will sometimes receive people tomorrow morning. Can you put aside other things, go back to prepare, and change into clean clothes?" His voice was full of concern and expectation.

Father Jesus glanced at him calmly and shook his head slightly: "No need, clean clothes can't cover up the stain in my heart. We are just going to see the Emperor, not to a banquet." His voice was calm and firm, revealing his detachment from the worldly prosperity and his persistence in faith. After that, he brushed past Dogtail Grass and left first. Dogtail Grass and Qi Ruisi looked at each other, and each could read the admiration and worry for the priest from each other's eyes. They knew that tomorrow's audience with the Emperor would be of great significance to the priest, but it might also be full of unknown dangers.

Qi Ruisi frowned and looked at the priest's receding back and said, "I think his condition is different from usual. Although he still has a smile on his face, I can feel the heaviness in his heart. I'm afraid something will happen when he meets the Emperor of God tomorrow." There was an indescribable worry in his tone.

Dogtail Grass also felt this uneasy atmosphere. He took a deep breath and said, "You are right. The changes in the priest are indeed unpredictable. He used to be so calm and composed, but now he seems to be troubled by something. I am afraid that he will say something rude in front of the Emperor of God and anger him... That is a capital crime." When he said this, his voice trembled a little.

Dusk descended quietly like a huge piece of silk, dyeing the sky a light orange-yellow. Father Jesus, dragging his long shadow in the hazy night, returned to the inn. Dogtail Grass, the lively and enthusiastic inn maid, deliberately arranged to live under the same roof with the priest. She hoped to take better care of the priest who came from afar, and she was eager to get to know his inner world in depth.

However, the priest was always like an isolated island, silent and taciturn, with his eyes always covered by a layer of deep melancholy. Whenever night fell, he would quietly stare at the night sky outside the window, as if looking for something, or waiting for something. Dogtail Grass looked at him with doubts and worries, but did not dare to easily break the tranquility.

They tried to talk about the customs and practices of Jingjiang and Yangqu County, hoping to relax the priest. During that brief conversation, Gouweicaoer saw a rare light flash in the priest's eyes, as if those familiar place names touched a string deep in his heart. Seeing that the priest was not obviously abnormal, she felt a little relieved. Perhaps she thought too much, and the priest just needed time to adapt to this strange place. After all, the Holy City, a place full of mystery and solemnity, may make even those who are devout in faith feel tired and confused.

However, the next morning, when the first ray of sunlight shone through the window onto the floor of the inn, Dogtail Grass saw that the priest had simply washed his face. His black robe was still stained with dust from the journey, and his beard looked a little messy. The uneasiness in her heart surged up again like a tide. She couldn't help but whispered, "Father...are you really not going to change your clothes?"

Father Jesus turned slightly, his deep eyes revealing an indescribable firmness. He shook his head gently and said, "No, I'm used to it." His voice was low and powerful, as if it had an unquestionable power. "After the simple ceremony of the baptism, we can leave the holy city."

Dogtail Grass nodded helplessly, but the worry in her heart was like a seed of uneasiness, quietly taking root and sprouting in her heart. She felt that the priest seemed to be heading towards an unknown path, and she could not share the slightest burden for him.

As the morning came, the sunlight sprinkled the streets and alleys of the holy city like golden sand. The golden light shone on the Temple Mount, and the towering building looked more solemn and sacred in the morning light. Father Jesus and Dogtail Grass stepped on the morning dew and came to the foot of the Temple Mount again to prepare for the upcoming baptism.

The process of entering the temple was unexpectedly smooth. The guards only reminded them of the precautions and did not embarrass them too much. Father Jesus walked into the gate of the temple alone...

Gouweicaoer chose to go back to Qiruisi's home. She already had a full understanding of this mysterious temple, and choosing to avoid dealing with it now might be the wisest decision. She decided to wait until she returned to the court to decide whether to continue to maintain contact with the temple.

In the temple, Father Jesus looked up at the dome covered by golden light, his heart as calm as a lake. He walked up the stairs, each step was firm and steady. Following the instructions of the guard, he came to the main hall. The decoration in the main hall was still as solemn and solemn as he saw it last time, but the atmosphere was more lively than before. People were leisurely visiting here, stopping to watch or talking in low voices.

Suddenly, a waiter with a stern look walked up to him and asked, "Father, why did you come in dressed like this?" There was a hint of disdain and sarcasm in his tone, as if he was very dissatisfied with the priest's dress.

The priest was not annoyed by his attitude. He calmly replied, "I came to the Temple Mount to be baptized by the Emperor and will soon be appointed as a cardinal. I have already informed you before. Please inform me again." Then he handed over the letter of appointment. The waiter took the letter of appointment and looked at his expression. He eased a little and said, "Wait here and don't walk around." Then he turned and left.

While waiting, Father Jesus silently observed the surrounding environment and people. He saw believers kneeling in front of the statue and praying devoutly, their faces full of awe and desire. The cardinals were discussing things nearby, their expressions were serious and earnest. These scenes were deeply imprinted in the priest's mind, making him fall into deep thought.

At the same time, in the luxurious and solemn study of the Emperor, an important conversation about the future was going on. The Emperor sat behind a spacious and bright desk. He wore a gorgeous crown on his head and exuded a majestic and solemn temperament. On his left and right stood the clerk, the chief justice and other important officials of the court. In front of him sat a blond, blue-eyed foreigner with a straight back. The foreigner's face was full of respect and gratitude. He seemed to be full of respect and worship for the Emperor.

"Thank you for the hospitality of the Holy See." The blond foreigner suddenly stood up and said respectfully, "Since we have signed the contract, I need to go back as soon as possible to report to my Majesty. Because time is tight and we can't delay any longer." His voice was full of firmness and decisiveness, as if he was fully prepared.

The Divine Emperor nodded and said slowly: "Go back and tell your Majesty that I have been very lenient with him. Although we have a two-year deadline, I hope you can speed up the progress and deliver all the divine punishment weapons to the Holy City within a year and a half. If you don't have enough manpower, I can send people to help you." His voice revealed an unquestionable majesty, as if it was an order or a request.

The blond man showed a grateful smile on his face and said, "Thank you for the understanding and support of the Holy See. But our Majesty has already sent two cardinals to assist us, so there is no need to send anyone else. Luxi Fort is far away from the Holy City and it is not easy to manufacture divine punishment weapons. We are already working hard to speed up the work and it is not easy to complete it within the agreed time limit. But I will report the matter you mentioned to His Majesty and strive to complete it and send it over as soon as possible." His attitude was very sincere, as if he had already felt the majesty and demands of the Emperor of God.

However, the Emperor of God waved his hand to interrupt the blond man. He was obviously not satisfied with this answer. He frowned slightly and said impatiently: "The first batch of divine punishment weapons will be delivered within three months. We must first prepare manpower for research. These weapons cannot be in the hands of outsiders for a long time." The Grand Justice beside him also nodded and agreed: "What the Holy See said is very true. These divine punishment weapons are a craft given to us by God. We must master their use as soon as possible."

Just then there was a knock on the study door, and the waiter came in and bowed and said, "The Holy See's cardinal from Ferrero has accepted your baptism and is now waiting in the main hall." His voice broke the silence in the study and excited everyone present.

The Emperor slowly stood up and straightened his gorgeous robes. A glimmer of anticipation flashed across his face. He said, "Well, go out. The situation has become increasingly unstable over the years. First there was the incident at Luxi Fort, then there were the Razor Society and the believers of the Earth gathering to cause trouble. We must quickly imitate the divine punishment weapon to deal with the possible crisis." After saying that, the Emperor had already walked out, leaving a group of people in the study room looking at each other. They were full of doubts and uneasiness, as if they had already sensed the coming storm. At this moment, Father Jesus was also quietly waiting for the baptism in the main hall. His face was full of determination and expectation, as if he was ready to welcome a new life.

Father Jesus stood alone in the afterglow of the evening, his figure stretched out in the long carriage, as if he was expecting something important. The bustling crowd around him seemed to have nothing to do with him, he seemed to be in another world, quiet and firm, standing like an isolated island in the hustle and bustle.

Suddenly, a commotion broke the unique tranquility. The Emperor walked slowly, surrounded by a group of splendidly dressed followers. His golden clothes shone brightly under the dimming lights, like twinkling stars, making him look extraordinary, like a god descending from heaven. Seeing this scene, the priest's heart tightened, and his fingers unconsciously clenched the luggage in his hands, as if looking for a little spiritual comfort. In this strange and solemn place, he was about to usher in an important turning point in his life, and the arrival of the Emperor undoubtedly added more solemnity and sacredness to this baptism.

The Emperor walked slowly, his majesty naturally emanating, as if an invisible force was lingering around him. The people around him consciously stepped aside, making way for him. The golden sunlight shone behind him, reflecting a dazzling halo, as if a god had descended.

The waiter walked quickly to the priest, his steps were light and quick, as if he dared not be negligent in the slightest. He bowed respectfully to the priest, his face full of humility and respect. Then, he began to introduce this special priest to the Emperor.

The Emperor glanced at the priest, and a hint of surprise flashed in his deep eyes. He looked at the priest in front of him, and saw that he was in ragged clothes, his face was covered with dirt, and his messy hair seemed to have not been washed for a long time. This was very different from the glamorous image of the cardinal that the Emperor usually saw. Despite this, the Emperor still saw a firm and deep light in the priest's eyes.

"Are you the Cardinal of Ferrero?" the Emperor asked half-jokingly, trying to ease the sudden awkward atmosphere.

The priest bowed slightly to show his respect, then said slowly: "Jesus greets Your Majesty. I am not here for personal matters, but I have a long-standing doubt in my heart and I would like to ask Your Majesty for advice." Although his voice was a little hoarse, it was full of firmness and confidence.

The Emperor was shocked after hearing this, but still asked in a deep voice: "What do you want to ask?" He looked at the priest curiously, wanting to know what his opinion was.

The priest raised his head and looked directly at the Emperor. His gaze was as firm as a torch, as if he could see through the Emperor's heart. "What I want to ask is," he said slowly, "why are the poor in the Holy City isolated outside the wall and forbidden to walk during the day? Why are we still collecting donations from the poor when the inner city is so luxurious?"

The priest's question was like a bombshell, instantly setting off the whole scene. There was a silence all around, and one could hear a pin drop. Everyone stared at him, as if shocked by his bold words. The Chief Justice looked at him in astonishment, his deep eyes filled with disbelief.

The priest clenched his fists and was a little emotional. He continued, "I am here to question Your Majesty! Why can we tolerate the cardinal drinking openly in the temple? Priests should be spiritual mentors, but I see that they are actually digging into the church!" His voice became louder and louder, as if he wanted to pour out all the anger and dissatisfaction in his heart.

He paused, adjusted his breathing, and continued: "I lived in the slums for a while, and saw that although the poor were bullied, they still had full trust in the Vatican. However, what I heard were the shameless behaviors within the Vatican! When people asked the Vatican for help, they had to bribe to get a response; the believers were greedy for money and indulged in alcohol and sex!" His words were sharp and direct, and he ruthlessly exposed the ugly phenomena of the Vatican.

"I don't believe that Your Majesty has not seen these situations!" The priest's voice gradually became louder, almost turning into a roar, "Why is the church so corrupt yet still able to grow stronger? Is it because of the support of the Holy Father and the Holy Spirit? How can such a church be called holy!?" His words were like a sharp blade piercing the heart of the Emperor of God.

The people around were so frightened that their faces turned pale. They had never seen the priest lose control like this. The bottle in the cardinal's hand slipped unconsciously and smashed to the ground with a "bang". He looked dazed, as if he had not yet recovered from the priest's questioning. At this moment, the whole scene seemed to be frozen and motionless.

The Emperor of God was furious: "You are too presumptuous! How dare you say that!" He stared at the priest with eyes wide open, with angry fire flashing in his eyes, "Come here! This man has been bewitched by heresy and has betrayed the Church! Put him in jail! Burn him at the stake in the square tomorrow!" His order fell on everyone's ears like a bolt from the blue.

As soon as the order was issued, several soldiers came forward to escort the priest away. The Emperor's anger had not yet dissipated; he ordered the Grand Inquisitor to immediately interrogate the priest and find out the truth... This sudden turmoil shocked and unsettled the entire Holy City. As night fell, the entire Holy City fell into darkness; only the lights in the stone prison flickered with a faint light.

Father Jesus sat on the cold stone slab with an expressionless face; his heart was as silent as dead ash. He looked up at the small skylight; he seemed to be thinking deeply about something... maybe he was recalling the past years, or maybe he was thinking about his future fate. But in any case, he was ready to face everything.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded in the empty cell; the Grand Inquisitor walked in, waved his hand to let the others leave, and faced the priest alone. He looked at the priest and said, "Is your name Jesus? I admire your courage. I have been in this holy city for a long time, but I have never seen someone as arrogant and unscrupulous as you!" His tone revealed a complex emotion.

The priest looked up at the chief justice and said, "Is there anything I said that is false?" Although he was in a cell, his voice was still firm and confident, as if nothing could shake his faith. The chief justice shook his head and sighed, "Do you want to be a martyr? Or are you just pursuing a tragic feeling?" He tried to understand the priest's inner world, but found that it was not easy.

The priest smiled bitterly and replied, "Martyrdom... maybe. But more importantly, during the time I lived in the Holy City, I saw too many unbearable things! Lies, disasters and oppression filled the world! I feel that the only one who can save me is myself!" His eyes flashed with a firm light, as if he was ready to sacrifice for the truth. After hearing this, the Chief Justice rebuked him, "Self-righteous! People like you are not uncommon in the Holy City! You think you can do whatever you want because you have mastered the truth! But in fact, you know nothing! This world and this church are much more complicated than you think! You will only drag people back into pain and chaos!" His words revealed a kind of helplessness and anger.

"You don't understand at all!" The Chief Justice continued, "Weak humans cannot bear the free choice given by God! They just need to learn to follow blindly and obey! You hope that the world can live what you call a pious and true life; but this is too difficult for ordinary people! Out of compassion, the church no longer requires believers to be perfect; instead, it allows them to be liberated and redeemed through simple acts of mercy! This is the result of our hundreds of years of efforts!" He tried to explain the church's difficulties and good intentions to the priest. However, the priest listened to these words quietly and said in his heart... He has his own beliefs and persistence, and will not be easily shaken by others. This conversation in the cell seems to be a contest about faith, power and humanity; and who will win in the end is still an unknown.

At the same time, in Qi's luxurious mansion, the atmosphere was completely different. Qi's youngest son Gouwei was playing with an exquisite toy in a spacious and bright room. This was his most cherished treasure, and he would be happy every time he saw it. However, a sudden change broke this tranquility and harmony. Qi rushed in in panic, her face full of anxiety and uneasiness. "Gouwei! Something happened!" she shouted, with a tremor in her voice. Gouwei's heart suddenly tightened, and the toy in his hand accidentally slipped and broke into pieces on the ground in an instant. This sudden change broke his inner peace, and he widened his eyes and asked in astonishment: "Qi, what happened? Tell me quickly!" There was a hint of panic and uneasiness in his voice, as if he had sensed the coming storm.

Qi came in a hurry, still panting, her cheeks slightly flushed from running, as if she had escaped a disaster. Her eyes were full of anxiety and eagerness, and she said anxiously: "I told you yesterday to be careful, but today I still got bad news. The priest openly contradicted the emperor in the court, and the scene was really thrilling. When the emperor heard the priest's words, his face turned pale in an instant, and he was furious on the spot and ordered him to be imprisoned. I heard that he will be burned at the stake in the square tomorrow, and the official notice may come out soon. My boss is also scared, fearing that he will be implicated by the priest's affairs. Now the whole department is in a panic. The priest is too bold!" (End of this chapter)