Not a Witch

"Heh—" the prisoner let out a disdainful voice.

"Don't blame me for everything, you gutter rats."

"I just want to live a comfortable life, and I won't do such crap."

"However, many of those captured 'Backlighters' are connected to your faction, including high-level members of the church."

"What does this mean? I can still say that they all drink water. Do other people who drink water also have problems?"

"I'm just helping each other. I'm not a worm in their stomachs. How can I know everyone's true thoughts. As long as the result is good for you and me."

"Too entangled and inquiring into other people's privacy will only lead to misfortune. Many things are not as clear as possible."

"Really." The man was not surprised, as if he knew the person in front of him very well.

The cell fell into a brief silence, and the only sound that could be heard around was the whirring of the torches on the wall.

"I didn't expect that after many years, we would be in the same room in this way." The man ended the previous inquiry, and seemed to lament the change of time.

After hearing this exclamation, the prisoner did not raise his head, but took a heavy breath, feeling a little cold.

"Please let me call you that again—Senior Sibbis."

After this brief statement, the cell fell into a rare silence.

"You used to be my role model. I still remember that when I first came to the headquarters of the church, I was a little shy and inferior because I was born in poverty. At that time, you took me up the long steps on the mountain path and walked me exhausted for a long time. long way."

"Tell me which restaurant in the palace is cheap and full of food. Teach me where to fetch water, wash clothes, and how to make quilts."

"In my eyes at that time, you were so tall and reliable. You gave me a notebook, which was also the first gift I received in my life."

"I wrote a lot of words you told me on it, and I can still remember a few words today."

"Birth doesn't mean anything, what matters is a positive heart."

"If you work hard and persevere, you will be able to enjoy the sunset without any guilt when the sun sets."

The man sitting on the iron chair took a trembling breath, and then sighed silently.

"If Xia Xia has fallen tonight, can you still feel no guilt?"

After hearing this question, the figure bound by the iron chain let out a piercing laugh.

"Hahahaha——, Keus, you understand very well, and you still use this to stimulate me."

"Ask me if I'm guilty, and let me tell you, I'm not guilty at all."

"Everything I have gained today, such as power, wealth, and strength, is all earned by myself."

"That's right, I used some methods. But so what? There are no rules and restrictions in this world, so what can't be done?"

"All the rules and dogmas are just imposed by later generations, just looking for excuses for your cowardice and incompetence. You are the same as me if you have the ability, and no one stops you."

"The reason why you can stand here and mock me all kinds of things is because you won and I failed. Stop these hypocritical truths. I was a fool back then, and I believed in dedication and hard work."

"This world will never reward you for dedication and hard work. Everything has to be fought, robbed, and sought. I have nothing to do with the lives of others!"

"I just want to live comfortably and enjoy myself. People are dying every day in this world. Do I have to care about them one by one? Can caring about them do me any good?"

Keus looked at the man who was yelling hysterically, waiting for him to vent the nonsense in his heart.

clap clap-

Clapping his palms unhurriedly, Keus stood up slowly and walked to Sibis.

"Have you finished, is this what you really think now?"

"It's as humble as an ant."

"It seems that I lost my sight once. I didn't expect Senior Sibbis's eyes to be so narrow."

"If you had never been in power, no one would blame you for thinking like this. But I'm afraid you can't bear a life of poverty and hard work."

"I want to be respected by everyone, collect various benefits, and occupy various benefits, but I don't want to make corresponding contributions myself."

"Rely on the big tree of the church, suck its juice, and become a fat moth. Is this your wish? That is really admirable. I admire you for daring to admit it so confidently."

"I'm so disappointed, Senior Sibbis."

"Even those heretics who betray the gods and angels, they look cuter than you. At least they are willing to dedicate themselves to their ideals."

"Now I also believe that you really have nothing to do with those 'backlighters'. After all, a person like you who is greedy for life and afraid of death will not have the guts to do such a thing."

Keus' words were like hard and sharp swords, piercing into Sibis' heart, dismantling his broken dignity.

"No, it's not like that. I just want to live a better life..." There was sobbing in the voice.

"Stop polluting this simple sentence, Master Sibis." Keus picked up the iron chair and turned to leave.

"People who really want to live a better life will use their own hands to grow full fruits. Instead of grabbing food from other people's baskets like you."

Chapter 130 Six Frost Rising

After drinking the porridge, Lorraine Hill recovered a lot.

She didn't go to Binnes right away, but moved a chair, sat under the eaves of the courtyard, closed her eyes and took a nap.

Although she has woken up, she will still be a little sleepy, just like after waking up back then, as if she would feel sleepy no matter how much she sleeps all day.

Looking back on the distant past that she saw in her dream, she now has a rough guess about her life experience, but she still lacks a lot of clues. It seems that she will have to find more information about the ruins of dusk in the future, so that she can slowly fill in the puzzle .

For the faction at the end of the Twilight Era, the plan of the "Original Heart" should not have been completely successful, otherwise it would not have been defeated by the "Mechanical Council".But their efforts were not in vain.

According to the records left by the "Tree of Life" sect at that time, the "Mechanical Council" seemed to be aware of its own flaws, and then absorbed the research of the "Original Heart", and began to deduce its own path to god-making.

Maybe I and the other 3 original soul bodies were taken away by the "Mechanical Council" and joined in their plan.

According to the last records displayed by the system, the "Mechanical Council" should have succeeded in creating gods many years later, but many changes occurred, leading to the final fall of the gods, forming today's situation.

Judging from the power of miracles that I used for the first time at that time, the system called itself the third kingship, which meant that there were two more in front of it, so the throne of gods built back then was not one, but multiple.

This is the end of the information that can be known so far. Rest for a few days, and wait for Beness to stabilize the church situation before looking for the storage she wants to unearth in the past.

While thinking this way, Lorraine Hill leaned on the back of the chair and slowly fell asleep.

The wind in the courtyard passed through the leaves, making a slight sound. The girl's hair fluttered slightly and then fell, scattered around her fair neck. With the slight ups and downs of her chest, her eyebrows also slowly stretched, as if entering a peaceful world. Dreamland.

The nun guarding the door looked at the sleeping girl in the courtyard and felt a little affectionate and cute. She smiled and shook her head slightly, then looked up at the blue and clear sky.

The church seems to be quite peaceful recently.

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Clock tower capital o Mozwa

On the top of the tall clock tower, in the spacious and bright hall, twelve mages sit at the round table in the center, as if each person represents a tick of the clock.

"Presumably everyone has also received news some time ago that our plan at the Holy Mountain of Karen Riel has failed."

"The candidate for the next pope of the church is almost defaulted to Binnes, unless Charente suddenly jumps out to compete, but in fact he has not asked about foreign affairs for many years."

"This time is a huge failure for us. Not only did we lose a precious treasure, but the sanctuary fell to Clancia."

A mage wearing a black robe stood in the direction of 12 o'clock and narrated to everyone present, the scene was a bit dull.

"Is there any way to save it?" asked the next mage with a silver chain on his chest.

"No more, Holy Lance Knights Joint Judgment Division Martial Law Sacred Mountain, if you want to make any moves at this time, it's too easy to be caught."

"Well, it seems that Sanctuary is hopeless."

"How's the situation at Black Rock?"

"Now they are clearing out the remnants of the 'Bow Hunting Sect' inside. They have been doing this since defeating the 'Bow Hunting Sect' coalition forces at the beginning of the year."

"Why did it take so long?"

"It is said that the 'Bow Hunting Sect' has changed leaders and has become cunning now. Instead of fighting head-on with the Long Halberd Sect, they instead harass and raid in various ways, making the 'Long Halberd Sect' very passive."

"What a disappointment. Haven't their Musketeers finished their training yet?"

"The training is over, but they don't seem to want to put their elite musket troops into the complex mountains, because it would be a waste."

"Hey, it won't make a difference. This group of mercenaries still think about what they used to do, prioritizing their own strength and property, and they don't have any grandeur and big structure." Several mage representatives shook their heads, expressing their dissatisfaction.

"Let's set a time limit for them. Within two months, the domestic war must end, and then cooperate with us in the battle against Clancia at the end of the year."

"The only good news now is that we can finally confirm that there will be no major moves in the past two years. In this way, we can also send a large number of elites to the north to participate in the battle."

"Can you be sure of this? What if the Grand Duke Baska of the Green Empire overstepped the emperor's order and suddenly acted without authorization..."

"No. The physical condition of the two emperors is not very good now, and it is also a critical period for the transition of power. They are very sensitive. Such behavior, even if the emperor does not have an attack on the spot, will definitely leave a huge gap in the crown prince's heart."

"This estrangement will continue to ferment during their rule in the future, targeting the Baskar family."

"As for wanting to conquer our Snow Flower Seven Kingdoms, only the Baska family definitely does not have the strength. The current Patriarch will not be so reckless and embark on this extremely dangerous path."

"In addition, although he is not old, he is no longer young, and he will not be so adventurous and slanted."

Several representatives of mages who had placed their eyeliner in the Green Empire narrated their recent viewpoints, gradually reassuring other people in the venue.

"Since this is the case, then we can't waste such a good opportunity. Let's mobilize step by step from this month."

"Logistical equipment, food, required armor, weapons, transport ships, combat airships, and mass-produced golems must all be fully prepared."

"I agree."

"agree."

"It's at this time."

A mage sitting under the back of a high chair raised his arm, voted, and finally passed the decision with unanimous consent.

Three days later, carrier pigeons and messengers carried various orders and instructions, like the blood flowing from the beating heart, spreading from the city in all directions.

Various factories and workshops began to work overtime, machinery roared, smoke billowed, and soldiers wearing the same uniform began to train in the wilderness.

"Get ready, let go!"

boom--

Holding the new-style steel weapon in the palm of his hand, as the smoke rose, a short blazing light burst out in the dark Far East, hitting the boulder in front of him into a piece of broken stone fragments.

And more troops not equipped with muskets, under the command of the commander, pulled out the sabers around their waists, held up metal round shields, and slashed the wooden posts in front of them with all their strength, cutting off smooth incisions.

In other experimental sites, brand-new steel golems pulled down their covering curtains, and began to debug and test one by one.