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

The little follower Gouwei was terrified when he heard this, and beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva and asked carefully: "What exactly happened?" His voice trembled slightly, revealing his inner fear and anxiety.

Qi shook her head with a bitter face, a trace of helplessness flashing in her eyes: "I don't know the details, but I heard that the scene was very tense, the priest's words were very fierce, and he even directly accused the Emperor of God of his fault. I'm afraid the priest can't escape this time." Her voice became lower and lower, as if she was unwilling to face this cruel reality.

Gouwei said anxiously: "Sister Qi, can you find a way to save him? He has been my friend for many years, and I really can't bear to see him suffer such a misfortune. I am willing to pay, any amount is fine!" His eyes were shining with hope, as if he regarded Qi as his last straw.

Qi shook her head violently, with an even more helpless look on her face: "No, no! I really can't do anything about this matter. It's wrong to discuss the church in private, and openly provoking it is simply playing with one's life. I have a wife and children at home, I can't take care of this matter. I also want to help, but I really am powerless." Her words were full of apology and helplessness.

Gouwei showed disappointment and reluctance on his face, but he still held on to a glimmer of hope and asked, "Is there really no way to help me?" He and the priest had known each other for a long time, and they had not only a business relationship, but also a deep personal relationship. Seeing that he was about to die, Gouwei found it hard to accept.

Qi felt very embarrassed. She frowned and thought for a long time before she said, "Maybe there is a way we can try, but I can't guarantee that it will succeed." There was a hint of uncertainty in her tone, but Gouwei looked at her anxiously as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

"Hurry up and tell me!" Gouwei's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he saw a ray of hope. He held his breath nervously, waiting for Qi's answer.

"The priest has helped many people in the slums over the years and has accumulated a high prestige. If we can gather everyone to plead for him, perhaps things will turn around. After all, the Emperor has to take into account the expectations of believers and the will of the people." Qi licked her lips, which were dry due to nervousness, and continued, "However, this is just an idea of ​​mine, and it is hard to say whether it will succeed. After all, most of the poor people are cowardly and afraid of things. It may not be an easy task to get them to stand up and plead for the priest..." As she spoke, Qi's eyes dimmed.

However, Gouwei seemed to see the dawn of hope. Before Qi could finish her words, he turned around and rushed out the door. He headed straight for the slums, his heart surging with determination and hope along the way.

Gouwei pushed open the half-open shabby wooden door and saw Karami and Eric sleeping soundly on the haystack. Their breathing was heard one after another, and was particularly clear in the silent air. Gouwei pulled Karami up in a rage and shouted, "Wake up! Something happened!"

Karami mumbled in a daze: "Huh? What's wrong? What happened?" He rubbed his sleepy eyes and tried hard to see the scene in front of him clearly.

"Don't sleep! Get up!" Gouwei shouted loudly, his voice echoing in the dilapidated house, "The priest has been captured by the Emperor of God and will be executed tomorrow! We have to find a way to save him now!" Gouwei's words were full of urgency and anxiety, as if every moment was crucial.

Karami and Eric lost all their sleepiness upon hearing this, and looked at each other in horror. They could not imagine that the priest who had always helped and cared about them would encounter such a fate.

"How could this happen? The priest is a good man..." Karami muttered to himself, still finding it hard to accept this cruel fact. But he quickly cheered up, his eyes flashing with determination: "Tell me, what do you need us to do? As long as we can save the priest, we will do anything!" His words were full of determination and courage.

"Yes! As long as we can save the priest, we will go through fire and water without hesitation!" Eric also said firmly, with a fearless and determined light in his eyes. At this moment, they were willing to pay any price to save the priest.

Looking at Karami and Eric in front of him, Gouwei felt a warm current in his heart. He took a deep breath and said slowly: "What we need to do now is to gather all the people we can to go to the execution ground tomorrow to support the priest. As long as we have enough people and a strong momentum, maybe we can make the emperor change his mind and release the priest." Gouwei's words were full of hope and determination, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

"Okay! Let's go now!" Karami and Eric said in unison. Then, they turned and ran out the door, and began the intensive gathering. At this moment, they had only one belief in their hearts: rescue the priest no matter what!

On the morning of the execution, the sun shone brightly, and the golden light filled the cobblestones of the Holy City Square. However, this warm light could not dispel the haze in people's hearts. People came from all directions, and their footsteps echoed in the empty square, like a tragic symphony, foreshadowing the upcoming fateful battle.

A high platform had been built in the center of the square. It was the execution platform. It symbolized the divine judgment, but also represented severe punishment. Although Father Jesus had not yet been brought to the platform, the people were already excited. To them, this trial was like a grand carnival, as if only through such a bloody way could they vent their deepest desires and dissatisfaction.

However, when a notice was posted, the originally noisy crowd suddenly became silent. The content of the notice made people dumbfounded and unbelievable. The originally respected cardinal was actually confused by paganism and went crazy after drinking, angering the supreme God-Emperor. What was even more shocking was that he had committed countless evil deeds in private: occupying private houses, abusing women... His crimes were like a dark river, deeply imprinted in people's hearts.

Qi Ruisi and his little brother also stood in the crowd, their eyes were cold and firm. Qi Ruisi looked at the angry people around him with disdain, but he felt angry in his heart. He couldn't help but feel sad for those who were blinded and couldn't see the truth. They were like a group of blind lambs, fooled by the so-called "holy" judgment, but they didn't know it. Qi Ruisi spit on the ground fiercely, as if he wanted to spit out all the anger and contempt in his heart with the spit. However, his anger accidentally splashed on the shoes of the person in front of him.

The man turned around angrily, wanting to see who was so blind. However, when he saw Qi Ruisi's gloomy face, the anger in his heart was instantly extinguished. His temper that was about to explode also disappeared at this moment. Qi Ruisi stared at him, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes, as if warning him not to act rashly. Seeing this, the man quickly apologized and left the scene in disgrace. He knew that a conflict with Qi Ruisi at this time would be tantamount to seeking death.

At the same time, the bystander kept looking at his watch, his eyes revealing an anxiety that could not be concealed. He looked towards the slums from time to time, as if waiting for something. His heart was uneasy, like the surging waves, eagerly hoping that the reinforcements from the slums would arrive in time. Because he knew very well that the priest's life was hanging by a thread at this moment, and it all depended on whether the poor could rescue him in time.

The slums are a land full of hardships and sufferings, but they are also a source of hope. I have spent countless days and nights there, and I know that although the people there live in poverty, they have a tenacious will and a kind heart. They are like pillars in the stream, firmly supporting the fragile community.

At this moment, Gouweixudiao was in an extremely heavy mood. He knew that this trial was not only about the fate of the priest, but also about the future of the slums. If the priest was found guilty, the people in the slums would lose a leader who led them to the light, and the whole community would fall into deeper darkness.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the Emperor of God and the high-ranking officials of the church slowly walked onto the stage, dazzling like stars, yet also making people feel an inexplicable sense of oppression. Their arrival pushed the atmosphere of the entire venue to a climax, as if it was the prelude to an impending storm.

The Chief Justice presided over the trial in person, and his loud and solemn voice echoed in every corner of the square, as irresistible as the will of God. The audience cheered in unison, and the sound shook the nine heavens, as if this sound could shake the sky and move the heavens and the earth.

The Emperor looked around expressionlessly. His eyes were deep and majestic, as if he could see through all the lies and truths in the world. He knew that today's trial was not only a punishment for the priest himself, but also a warning to the entire Holy City. This was a moment to demonstrate justice and power, and also a moment to test faith and loyalty.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, the priest was taken to the platform. His body was covered with wounds, and his bloodstained clothes clung to his skin, revealing his weakness and fatigue. However, although the priest's face was full of helplessness and pain, his eyes still flashed with a firm light, like the brightest stars in the night sky, guiding people in the direction of progress.

The chief judge listed the priest's crimes one by one. His voice was cold and ruthless, cutting the heartstrings like a cold blade. Then he asked seriously: "Do you admit the above crimes?" The priest smiled bitterly and replied weakly: "You tortured my body, do you think I am afraid of death? I tell you a truth, people cannot live in lies for a long time... I tell you, people cannot survive without the truth."

The priest's words were like a bombshell, causing a stir among the crowd. People began to whisper and discuss, doubting and wavering about the trial. They began to re-examine the case and think about what the truth was. But the chief judge smiled slightly, as if everything was under his control. He said provocatively: "You can deceive me temporarily today... but how long can you deceive me?" His words revealed his confidence and arrogance in power, but also exposed his inner fear and anxiety. Because he knew that the truth would be revealed one day.

However, the priest just looked at him quietly without saying anything. His eyes revealed a deep sadness and helplessness, but also a firm belief and hope. He knew that his fate was already determined, but he still chose to stick to truth and justice, even at the cost of his life.

Just as the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense and a conflict was about to break out, Gouweixudiao suddenly saw a group of black spots surging on the street in the distance. He was delighted, as if he saw the dawn of hope. The reinforcements from the slums had finally arrived! They poured into the square like a torrent, unstoppable. The guards fell one after another, unable to stop this powerful force.

The poor people pleaded for the priest, shouted his name and defended him. They told the priest's good deeds and contributions in the slums in their own way, and the whole audience was moved. At this moment, tears flashed in the priest's eyes. He felt the support and strength from the poor. He knew that he was not fighting alone, but fighting side by side with the people of the entire slum.

The face of the Emperor of God was mixed with anger and surprise. He roared, "What's going on! Who let the people from the slums in here!" His voice revealed the loss of control and fear of power. However, no one answered him, because everyone was shocked by the scene before them. They saw the bravery and determination of the poor, and also the kindness and selflessness of the priest. This sudden change caught the Emperor of God and the church leaders off guard, and they had to reconsider how to handle this case.

The Chief Justice was at a loss on the stage, his majestic image gone. He looked around and saw the audience casting questioning and angry eyes at him, and he was terrified. He knew that today's trial could no longer proceed as planned. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the Emperor had to compromise. He announced that he would re-investigate the case and gave a vague promise that he would make a fair verdict. Although no one fully believed his promise, at least at this moment, the priest's life was saved.

With the Emperor's compromise and the cheers of the audience, the atmosphere in the square gradually eased. The poor spontaneously formed a circle and protected the priest in the middle, their faces filled with smiles of victory. The Emperor and the church leaders left the scene in disgrace, and the trial ended in their failure.

Gouweixudiao and Qi Ruisi smiled at each other, knowing that the success of this operation was inseparable from everyone's efforts. They cheered for the priest's rescue and were proud of the bravery and determination of the poor. At this moment, they seemed to see a new hope rising in the slums.

As the Emperor left, the Grand Judge once again ascended the platform. He was tall and strong, wearing a gorgeous robe that seemed to be coated with a layer of gold under the sunlight. He looked around, and then reiterated the order for the investigation in a solemn and deep voice. Unlike the previous trial, his voice this time revealed a sense of justice and determination, giving people hope that the church would correct its mistakes.

In the crowd, Karami's eyes were as sharp as an eagle. He caught a glimpse of the dogtail in the distance, and without hesitation, he led Eric through the crowd and approached quickly. Seeing them coming, the dogtail smiled deeply and warmly. They held each other's hands tightly, feeling the firmness and strength from each other.

"How did you gather so many people?" Gouweixudiao asked anxiously.

Karami chuckled softly, his eyes flashing with cunning and wit. "At first, people were not enthusiastic about this action, and even had some resistance. But as soon as the priest's notice came out yesterday, the slums exploded! His kindness and justice have been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and people have spontaneously come to support him. This time the church has really shot itself in the foot."

Gouweixudia nodded and looked at the bound priest again. His face showed concern and admiration, and the priest's eyes were also shining with unyielding tears. They knew that this victory was only temporary, and the real challenge had just begun. But they also firmly believed that as long as people united as one, nothing could stop them from moving forward.

The atmosphere in the square gradually calmed down, but people's hearts were still surging with passion and strength. They gathered together, their faces full of determination and courage. Some people began to organize themselves spontaneously to prepare for the next struggle. Others gathered around the priest, expressing their support and admiration for him with their actions.

Surrounded by people, the priest was slowly carried down the platform. Although his face was still tired and scarred, his eyes were shining with a light he had never seen before. He felt the love and strength from the people, and saw hope rising in front of him. He knew that he was not alone, and there were so many people willing to face the challenges of the future with him.

At the same time, the audience was quietly waiting for new news. The chief judge led a bound man slowly onto the stage, with a hint of apology and helplessness on his face. He explained the previous misjudgment to everyone and expressed the church's apology. Although there was a hint of helplessness in his voice, people could still feel a sense of determination and justice from his tone.

"However," the chief prosecutor changed the subject and his tone became serious, "insulting the emperor in public, disrupting the order of the temple, and speaking rudely are indeed serious violations of the rules." His eyes swept across the crowd and finally fell on the priest. People's hearts were hanging again, they knew that the next trial would determine the fate of the priest.

The Grand Judge continued, "But considering so many people have pleaded for him, we have decided to use divine judgment to determine his fate. As long as the priest can carry the statue to the city gate, we will pardon his crime." His voice echoed in the square, and people fell silent. They knew that this was a concession and a challenge from the church, and the priest's fate would be in his own hands.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the statue and the priest, as if they were expecting something. Gouweixudia also looked at the statue eagerly, his fists clenched tightly. Although the mottled copper rust of the statue showed its heaviness, it looked more solemn and sacred. It stood quietly on the high platform, as if waiting for something.

Gouweixudiao knew the weight of the statue. It represented holiness and faith, as well as difficulties and challenges. For the already injured priest, carrying it to the city gate was almost an impossible task. But he also understood that this was the last chance given by the church and the way for the priest to prove himself. He prayed silently, hoping that the priest could create a miracle and go through this difficult journey. However, at this moment, the perseverance and determination shown by Jesus shocked everyone present, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky. When the ropes that bound him were untied, he walked down the scaffold barefoot and steadily, his eyes as sharp as torches, staring straight at the heavy statue. There was a fire burning in his eyes, which was the desire for challenges and the persistence of his own beliefs.

He looked around, his slightly raised mouth corners like a stone thrown into a quiet lake, stirring up ripples. What he saw were silent and solemn faces, their eyes full of concern and worry. Jesus understood that these people, his compatriots, did not want him to die. Although he did not know if he really had the strength to carry the statue to the city gate, he knew that he could not let them down.

So, he turned around, facing away from the holy image, and clasped his hands tightly around it. His face was red, veins were bulging, and all the strength in his body was concentrated between his arms and back. Just as everyone was holding their breath, he actually slowly lifted up the holy image! This scene was as amazing as a miracle. The atmosphere at the scene was instantly ignited, and thunderous applause rose and fell, and people cheered for his courage and strength.

The crowd seemed to be pushed by an invisible force and automatically dispersed, making a wide path for him. The brave priest walked forward step by step. Although each step seemed so difficult, as if walking on the edge of a knife, his eyes remained firm as ever. People were watching him nervously, even the Emperor of God was watching intently, as if waiting for a miracle to happen.

However, after walking more than 20 steps, the wound was rubbed by the holy image, and a heart-wrenching pain spread throughout his body. He had to stop, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his face was as pale as paper. Despite this, he did not groan, but just silently endured the pain.

After a short rest, he stood up again and continued to move forward. The road seemed to be getting longer and longer, and every step seemed to challenge his limit, but his determination never wavered. At the same time, Dogtail Grass was anxious, but he did not notice that Karami had quietly left the crowd.

Karami moved among the crowd, his eyes were sharp and keen, and finally he locked onto a member of the Razor Society. He whispered to the man, "You go! You hold it up there!" The man was a member of the Razor Society, and after hearing Karami's instigation, he widened his eyes and angrily retorted, "Why don't you go? Why do you want me to go?"

Karami used both soft and hard tactics to induce him, "Do you want to join the Razor Society? I have nothing to do with your boss. If you help me, I can speak well of you in the Razor Society. Besides, Father Jesus may know me, and I am afraid that the Razor Society will be exposed. Go! If you go and hold it, you can be incorporated into Ferrero's group and be exempted from hard labor."

The member of the Razor Society was tempted. He looked at Karami hesitantly and said, "But the priest is a member of the church! Our church and I are incompatible. If I surrender to Ferrero, what if he knows that I saved a person from the church?" He asked worriedly.

"But he's a good man!" Karami tried to allay his concerns.

"Hiss... I don't dare to go alone. Can you find two people to accompany me?" The members of the Razor Society were still a little scared.

Karami thought for a while and said, "It's so chaotic now, where can I find a job right now? The staff is limited, are you going or not? If you hesitate any longer, there will be no chance! Make your own decision!" After saying that, he left without looking back and continued to look for other possible help.

Father Jesus had walked more than a hundred steps during the difficult journey. His steps became heavier and heavier, and each step felt like stepping on the tip of a knife. The piercing pain spread throughout his body. However, he never gave up, because he could feel the concerned eyes and shouts of the poor behind him, which gave him endless strength and courage.

When he reached the 127th step, he suddenly felt a force coming from behind, supporting the bottom of the statue. He looked back and found that it was a few pairs of rough hands silently supporting him. Then, the second pair, the third pair... more and more hands joined in. In a trance, Father Jesus felt that the statue seemed to have become much lighter, as if a mysterious force was pushing him forward.

Could it be that the Holy Father had appeared? This thought flashed through his mind, and at the same time he felt a new surge of strength in his chest. He took three or four steps in a row before stopping to catch his breath, looking back, and tears suddenly filled his eyes!

It turned out that those dark-skinned poor people were behind him, holding up the statue with their calloused hands under the scorching sun, helping him to move forward. They grinned, showing their yellow teeth, and smiled at him. "Go! Father! No one says you have to carry it alone!" Hearing this, Jesus couldn't stop crying.

He turned this feeling and strength into motivation to move forward and resolutely continued to move forward. The Emperor of God and the Grand Secretary were already stunned! They never expected such a situation to happen! The poor people actually spontaneously helped Father Jesus and completed this seemingly impossible task together!

"What a bad idea! More and more people are gathering, and now we can't stop them. What should we do?" The Divine Emperor frowned and rebuked the Chief Justice. His eyes were like two sharp blades, pointing directly at the Chief Justice's heart. The Chief Justice stood there at a loss, cold sweat dripping down his forehead, and secretly complained in his heart.

Qi Ruisi was watching all this in the crowd with gnashing teeth, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He hurriedly pushed the servant beside him and ordered, "Go and help!" His voice was full of anxiety and expectation. The servant heard it and squeezed through the crowd without saying a word, his thin figure rushing left and right in the crowd.

At the same time, more and more people gathered behind Jesus, and they spontaneously joined the team to witness this miraculous moment together. The team continued to grow and slowly surrounded Jesus and moved towards the city gate, their faces full of determination and expectation.

After being busy among the crowd for a while, Karami returned to Gouweicaoer with a proud look on his face. "Brother Caoer, what do you think of my performance?" he asked proudly.

Dogtail Grass was originally staring at the shocking scene in front of him. After hearing this, he asked in surprise: "Did you initiate all this?" His tone was full of surprise and approval.

"That's right! I already had experience when I gathered the crowd yesterday. Without my encouragement, who would dare to take the lead!" Karami smiled proudly, his face full of pride.

Dogtail Grass also praised sincerely: "Good! Very good! I'll give you a great credit, you can go home early in the future!" His tone was full of affirmation and encouragement, and he also felt extremely relieved and happy about the result.

Eric stood quietly by the side, his deep eyes flashing with complex emotions. He listened to people's discussions, and an indescribable feeling surged in his heart. His eyes were almost wet, and he bit his lips tightly, as if he was trying to hold back the tears that were about to burst out. He stared at Karami not far away with hatred, and his heart was full of injustice and jealousy. That bastard actually took all the credit for himself, as if he had rescued the priest single-handedly, and didn't take Eric seriously at all.

However, Eric knew that now was not the time to lose his temper. He had a more important task, which was to produce the key blueprint. As long as he could successfully complete this task, he could return to his hometown earlier, to the place he had been dreaming of. He secretly swore in his heart that he must produce the blueprint and regain his freedom as soon as possible.

The large group of people moved forward slowly, with firm and powerful steps, as if every step was stepping on Eric's heart. Dogtail Grass took a deep breath of fresh air, as if he wanted to breathe the breath of freedom and hope deeply into his lungs. He said with emotion: "It's hard to imagine that the priest would encounter such a thing... He is such an amazing person!" His voice was full of respect and regret, as if he felt heartbroken for the priest's experience, and at the same time admired his tenacity and courage.

After finishing his words, Dogtail Grass took a deep breath and began to arrange the next things in a clear and orderly manner. He turned to Karami and said decisively and firmly: "Kalami, you quickly prepare the carriages and horses, and gather everyone to wait for me at the city gate. As soon as the priest comes out, we will immediately take him back to Ferrero!" His tone revealed an unquestionable firmness, as if he was saying something that must be done.

After hearing this, Karami's face flashed with hesitation, and he said with some concern: "But the priest has offended the church, and our relationship with Ferrero..." He didn't say anything else, but his worries and concerns were self-evident.

Dogtail Grass waved his hand and interrupted Karami. He looked deep in his eyes and said, "It doesn't matter. We just need to adapt to the situation. I will write to the court to redeploy and make full preparations. I think there will definitely be a war between Jingjiang and the church." His voice was low and powerful, as if he had foreseen the future storm.

After making these arrangements, Dogtail Grass added: "Also, the church will definitely take action after we leave Ferrero. Send someone to gather information and report to me immediately if there is any situation." His tone was serious and earnest, as if he was arranging an important task.

At this moment, Qi Ruisi suddenly jumped out from the side and stood in front of Dogtail Grass. He wiped the sweat off his face while panting, and said with a smile: "Brother Lai, I finally found you. I didn't have time to help you before... You won't blame me, right?"

Dogtail Grass looked at Qi Ruisi who suddenly appeared in front of him, and said with a smile: "Brother Qi has helped me a lot, and I am very grateful. But now we have to part ways, and I plan to leave the Holy City." His words were full of gratitude, but at the same time revealed a deep melancholy.

Kiris looked around and whispered, "Are you planning to take the priest with you?" His tone was full of concern and inquiry.

"Yes." Dogtail Grass answered without hesitation, expressing his determination and intention concisely and clearly, "I must take him away. He is an important person to us and cannot let him get hurt again."

Qi Ruisi nodded after listening, and after thinking for a moment, he reminded: "Well...you have to be careful. From what I know about the church, they will not let it go. Although they may not do anything to you openly, they will definitely send someone to assassinate you in private. Have you heard of the Razor Society? I think they will take this opportunity to attack you." His tone was full of worry and reminder.

After hearing this, Gouweicao was startled. He bowed to Qi Ruisi and said, "Thank you, Brother Qi, for the reminder. I will be extra careful." His gratitude was beyond words, and at the same time, he became more determined to protect the priest.

Qi Ruisi waved his hand and smiled, "No need to thank me, I just did what I should do. I think you Oriental people are also amazing... I wonder if we can talk about business cooperation?" His words revealed a strong interest in Oriental culture and business cooperation.

After hearing this, Gouweicao's eyes lit up, and he asked back, "Oh? What do you think, Brother Qi?" After all, trade cooperation between countries is not a joke, and the feasibility and risks of cooperation need to be carefully considered. But he also saw the huge business opportunities and possible benefits contained therein.

Qi Ruisi licked his lips and his expression became serious: "I can help you open up the Western market and let your products enter a wider area. At the same time, I am also very interested in your silk, tea and other specialty products. I wonder what Brother Lai thinks?" His words were full of sincerity and enthusiasm for cooperation.

After hearing this, Gouweicao was secretly delighted, but he also knew that this matter needed careful consideration and planning. So he bowed and said, "Thank you, Brother Qi, for your kindness! I need to discuss this matter with my companions before I can give a reply. But I believe that our cooperation will be very pleasant and successful!" His tone was full of confidence and expectation for cooperation. At the same time, he also wanted to take this opportunity to further understand the Western market and business environment and lay a solid foundation for future cooperation.

After the two chatted for a while, Qi Ruisi reminded them solemnly: "If you help me, I will definitely repay you. However, you have to be careful of the people in the church. They may attack you, so you have to be prepared."

Dogtail Grass nodded and expressed his gratitude: "Thank you Brother Qi for reminding me, I will pay attention." After that, he turned and looked at the sun that was about to set in the distance. The golden afterglow covered the entire holy city, adding a bit of magnificent beauty to this ancient and mysterious city. At this time, the crowd at the city gate gradually dispersed, but everyone's heart could not calm down for a long time. What happened today will become an unforgettable memory for them, and it will also inspire their faith and determination to move forward and pursue freedom and truth.

Father Jesus was lying on the ground exhausted. Although he was physically exhausted, his eyes were still bright and firm. He felt the care and support of the people, and also felt the strength and courage in his heart. He knew that no matter what difficulties and challenges he faced in the future, as long as he had faith and courage in his heart, he would be able to face and overcome them bravely!
When Dogtail Grass drove the carriage back to Ferrero, people at the city gate stopped to watch and saw them off. Their hearts were full of respect and blessings, and they also hoped that this brave priest could return to Ferrero safely and continue to fight for freedom and truth!
In the carriage, Father Jesus looked at the roof absentmindedly, as if recalling everything that happened today. But Dogtail Grass was in a very good mood, and he asked jokingly: "Father, don't try to commit suicide again. If you do it again, no one will be able to save you." There was a bit of teasing and concern in his words, as if he was happy and fortunate for the priest's rebirth.

Jesus smiled and replied weakly: "No, I really trouble you this time... I'm just worried that after returning to Ferrero, the church will monitor me more closely, and I can no longer go out at will, and I can no longer help you." There was a bit of apology and helplessness in his voice, as if he felt powerless and frustrated about his predicament. But Dogtail Grass didn't care about these. He encouraged: "You can do it! You survived the divine judgment in front of everyone today, which has proved your innocence and courage. No one dares to touch you now, and you are still the cardinal of Ferrero! We can use your identity and influence to do more things." After hearing these words, Jesus smiled on his face, and the light of hope flashed in his tired and deep eyes again. He nodded slightly and said: "I remember that Lord Lin once said to me, 'The idol in his heart is dead, but his ideal is not dead'. It was not until now that I really understood the meaning of his words." His tone was full of emotion and memories, as if he had found the answer and direction for his previous confusion and confusion. "But after I return to Ferrero, will the church really let me go? Can I continue my career?" Jesus asked with some concern, as if he was uneasy and confused about his future. After hearing this, Dogtail Grass answered firmly: "Go ahead and do it! As long as what you do is right, you stand with us, and we support you! Although the church may stop you, suppress you, or even assassinate you, you must believe that our Jingjiang fleet will always be behind you to escort you! We will support and protect you no matter where and when!" His voice was firm and powerful, as if he was cheering for Father Jesus, and at the same time expressing his confidence and determination for the future. After hearing these warm and firm words, Jesus seemed to see the hope and light of the future, and his tired and deep eyes flashed with a firm light again.

In the holy city shrouded in divine light, the Emperor of God stood alone on the towering viewing platform, his eyes wandering around with an indescribable anxiety. All around, the church leaders were like eggplants hit by frost, dejected and sad. They never expected that in the desperate situation, Father Jesus would turn the tide in an unexpected way and resolve the seemingly unsolvable crisis. And the residents of the slums, their power also gave these arrogant church leaders a loud slap in the face, leaving them speechless and humiliated at this moment.

The Emperor's face was gloomy and uncertain, and his complexion turned from blue to purple, as if a storm was about to come. He turned his head suddenly and glared at the Grand Justice standing beside him, his tone full of anger and dissatisfaction: "Haven't you been planning it? Why haven't you figured out a solution yet?" (End of this chapter)