Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

The High Judge re-ascended the platform and began to announce the investigation to the crowd anew.

Among the crowd, Dazhuang, with his sharp eyes, spotted Lai Gou'er and immediately led Fobert over.

Lai Gou'er, seeing him arrive, heavily patted him on the shoulder, excitedly saying, "Well done! How did you get so many people here?"

Dazhuang chuckled softly, "You don't know? Originally, not so many people were willing to come, but after yesterday's announcement about the priest, the entire slum exploded! What kind of person is the priest? How could they not know? Everyone was filled with righteous indignation and came running... The Church is also asking for it, writing it so seriously?"

Lai Gou'er nodded, his gaze returning to Father Solje.

People gathered together, obviously emboldened, and at this moment, some were still recounting the deeds of Father Solje, and others were asking after him with concern.

Father Solje was bound on the execution platform, tears glistening in his eyes.

Originally resigned to death, but now seeing so many people cheering him on, the hope of life was rekindled.

A flame in his chest kept jumping.

"It's worth it..."

The audience below had been waiting, waiting for an hour, when the High Judge arrived late with a person bound tightly.

Ascending the execution platform, the High Judge said with a face of apology, "According to the reaction of the believers, the Church re-examined the investigators, and as a result, found that this temporary investigator... this is the Church's oversight. However, Solje publicly clashed with the Pope, disrupted the order of the temple, and spoke disrespectfully, this is true!"

"He has violated the principles that a believer should abide by, but considering that so many people are pleading for him, he obviously still has merit!"

"Therefore, His Holiness the Pope personally instructed that the trial be changed to a divine trial! As long as Solje can carry the statue in the square to the city gate, he will be acquitted!"

"His Holiness the Pope is tolerant, he lets us believe that no matter how terrible a crime a person commits, he has the opportunity to be changed and redeemed. Now, untie Solje..."

The entire audience burst into an uproar, then fell silent!

The Church had already taken a step back, and used the divine trial method, so everyone could no longer plead.

Lai Gou'er urgently looked at the statue, and the moment he saw it, his fists clenched!

Which son of a bitch came up with this idea... Isn't this forcing people to their deaths?

The statue was not large, covered with mottled green bronze rust, but it must weigh a hundred and several tens of pounds, maybe even two hundred.

The square is about ten li away from the city gate.

The uneven distribution of weight of the statue, coupled with such a distance, is simply impossible for a human to accomplish, let alone Solje's body has already suffered trauma, and he may not have eaten or drunk anything.

The ropes on Solje's body were untied, and he walked barefoot step by step down the execution platform, arriving at the statue.

Looking again at the surrounding crowd, his chapped lips slightly curved upward.

Seeing the people around him keeping quiet, their eyes filled with concern, he didn't want to die.

He didn't know if the statue could be carried to the city gate, but he didn't want to let down the expectations of these people.

Solje faced away from the statue, his hands clasped firmly behind him, his face flushed red, and finally he lifted it up.

The surrounding audience nervously broke out in a sweat, and when they saw him successfully lift it, they burst into cheers.

The onlookers consciously began to disperse, forming a passage for Father Solje to walk.

One step, two steps, three steps, Solje walked staggeringly, and the surrounding people couldn't help but hold their breath.

Even the Pope looked down nervously.

After walking more than twenty steps, Solje felt the whip wounds on his back were extremely painful from the friction of the statue, and he slowly stopped.

After resting for a moment, he continued to take difficult steps.

Walking like this, let alone ten li, he couldn't even finish one li!

While Lai Gou'er was anxious, he didn't notice that Dazhuang had already run to his side, crouching down.

In a certain place in the crowd, Dazhuang grabbed the person next to him and whispered, "Go, you go up and help him!"

That person was from the Brotherhood, and seeing Dazhuang urging him, he said angrily, "Why don't you go? Why should I go?"

"Damn! Do you want to keep working here? What's my relationship with your boss? Besides, Father Solje might recognize me, and I'm afraid of exposing our Brotherhood." Dazhuang threatened and enticed, "You go, if you go, I'll have the chairman promote you when we get back, just lend a hand and you'll have a position, and when you go back to Fika in the future, you'll be able to manage things and won't have to do hard labor."

"Isn't the chairman's brother also doing hard labor?"

"Compare yourself to me? I just joined the Church, it's only been a short time, I'm training at the grassroots level."

"Really?" The Brotherhood member was tempted, but immediately hesitated again, "But that priest is from the Church, and we are irreconcilable with the Church. If people find out when I go back to Fika that I went to save a Church..."

"But he's a good person!"

"Hiss... I don't dare to go alone, can you find two more to accompany me?"

"It's chaotic here, where can I find them in a short time? There are only so many positions, if you want it or not, if I find someone else, you won't get a share, it's up to you!"

After saying that, Dazhuang didn't look back and went to find other people...

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Unknowingly, he had already walked a hundred steps, Father Solje's forehead was covered with sweat, and his lips were becoming increasingly pale.

Staring at the ground under his feet, his mind was dizzy, and the thought of giving up began to rise uncontrollably.

I can't do it anymore... It seems I can only go this far.

One hundred and twenty-six steps, one hundred and twenty-seven steps...

As he was walking, a rough palm quietly supported the edge of the statue, followed by a second, a third...

In a daze, Father Solje felt that the statue on his back seemed to be much lighter.

Did the Holy Father manifest?

As soon as this thought appeared, a surge of energy rose in Solje's chest, and he took three or four steps in a row.

Only then did he feel that something was wrong!

It was lighter! It wasn't an illusion, the statue on his back was indeed lighter!

Feeling someone approaching around him, Solje turned his head with difficulty, and at this sight, he stumbled, and tears began to fall down.

Behind him were a group of dark-skinned poor people, many of whom were from the Mutual Aid Society, and he had dealt with them before.

At this moment, this group of people were grinning, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, smiling at him.

"Let's go, Father, no one said you have to carry it alone!"

Father Solje couldn't stop crying, and hearing this, he turned his head, squeezed his eyes, and resolutely walked forward.

The Pope and the High Judge and his group were completely stunned!

They never expected that there would be such a scene!

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