Shaman from Afar

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The pale priest, breathing became more rapid.

His footsteps were vain, and the whole person was trembling violently, and he shook his head subconsciously: "No, not like this, not like this ..."

"No ... that's it, it's such a simple thing." Loren's expression was calm, but the unquestionable attitude in his tone even made Victor Hughes on the throne frown:

"Your Excellency ... you just said that life is priceless, and the weight of the death of one person and the death of ten thousand people are equal; on this point ..."

"I very much agree!"

The voice of the dark-haired wizard fell, and the shocking little priest suddenly looked up and stared at his old friend.

In the silent council hall, the silver needle fell to the ground ... still thundering.

Albert Tarrow sighed heavily, and the expression of the church judge was still ugly.

The other cabinet ministers also have different faces.

In the gloomy council hall, the depressed atmosphere became more and more treacherous.

"And I am equally convinced that this is the same for Master Lusak Kovo." Loren's eyes were burning: "Because he has given everything and even life for this, hasn't he?"

"In order to cure a plague that has never been seen before, in order to promote the development of pharmacology ... He accumulated money, regardless of the life and death of the patient, and at an age, he did not forget to fight for power in the guild!"

"In his eyes, those who are alive, and even his own life, are no longer truly" living beings ", but one by one cold data; because in the face of the plague and experiment, the soul, the name and even the life have nothing significance!"

"Consoling patients, crying for patients, treating others with ease ... It may be possible to become a good doctor by these, but it is impossible to give birth to a miracle enough for thousands and even tens of thousands to survive the plague."

"Only treat the next patient right away and experiment with hundreds of lives!"

"A lot of nonsense!"

The little priest took a deep breath and looked pale: "In order to save people, are thousands of innocent people going to die?"

"That's exactly ... To save people, you can only kill first." Loren suddenly widened his eyes: "Only by doing so can we avoid more meaningless death ... Every living life in this world is exchanged in this way. of!"

"What should the dead innocent do?"

"Remember them, pray for them, remember their sacrifice ... this is the only thing we can do for them."

"That's all?" The little priest was stunned.

"That's all!" The black-haired wizard solemnly lowered his head: "It's cruel to say that, but this is the truth ... Without their sacrifice, we will never find a real cure for the problem, and it may never be possible to eradicate the plague And the haze of death. "

"In order to allow more people to survive, in order to allow the empire, Sacran, and even our human race to continue ... sacrifice is always inevitable."

"Majestic blood, innocent blood, blood of sacrifice, blood of injustice ... the same victim who fell in progress and development over and over again!"

"Because of our pharmacy, our medicine, all of our generation's life-to-life life ... it's all made up of these bones!"

Loren sighed, and his dark pupils also began to turn red: "Today's Sacrament Empire, now we enjoy all kinds of alchemy, pharmacy, and even the benefits of the development of the entire wizarding class, but we never thought of it. After all this ... is based on the sacrifices of people; all the achievements we have made are in exchange for these sacrifices! "

"There is no progress without sacrifice, and there is absolutely no gain without giving;" the black-haired wizard murmured: "Everyone understands this truth, doesn't it?"

"Then why when the sacrificed person becomes oneself, becomes all that you care about and cherish; everyone who enjoys all kinds of benefits will suddenly turn over and take these things that they take for granted ... it is wrong for others to say What about? "

"Why am I the one who sacrificed?"

"Why is the dead person not him?"

"Why is this cold-blooded monster still alive?"

"Let me tell you, the Weber of the Holy Cross Church ... It is not Lusak Kovo who killed those poor people, it is this world, this is still lagging behind, still ignorant yet unable to do omnipotent Sa Clan Empire! "

"The Holy Cross blessing our souls may be really omnipotent, but it is only ourselves who can save the weak, the mean, the incompetent and the foolish!"

"A lot of nonsense !!!" The little priest growled.

"This is the evidence!" The same roaring Lorren, blushing and smashing the scroll in the arms of the little priest.

"You can blame Lüssack for his incompetence, you can blame Lüssack's ruthlessness, you can blame Lüssack's snobbishness, greed, timidity ...

"But you are absolutely ineligible, accusing this master of pharmacy who paid the price of his life, saying he did not do everything he could!"

"When you say these accusations, these scumbags; trouble also touch your conscience, ask yourself ..."

"Can you do what he did-- ?!"

"You guys! Let's do it! Come! Do you? !!!!!!"

Roaring with hoarseness, the sky echoed over the dead hall.

With **** hands clenched, the tearful little priest opened his mouth and finally said nothing.

"When we said that some were not, discussing who was right and who was wrong, Lusak Kovo was already dead." The dark-haired wizard gritted his teeth and looked at the little priest word for word.

Look at this friend who is still unconscionable and still struggling for justice and ideals.

To defeat him, one cannot rely on external force, power, bribery and violence.

These will only make him more frustrated and bravery, repeated defeats and repeated battles ... and even like Fanesis, in order to defeat himself without any means and cost.

For a defender and fanatic who can pride himself on justice and even devote himself to his ideals ...

Only his own persistence, and the final bottom line.

"The empire's top pharmacy master is dead ... and this time no one can save him, no one can give him three quarters, or even one percent hope to survive."

Loren said hardly:

"No matter what we do, we will always go to a master who may give hope to the pharmacy of the empire and bring hope to thousands of patients ... it is us, we incompetent people ... that killed him personally. "

"Even if we are going to punish him and sentence this ruthless butcher to capital punishment, we can't do it yet ... don't we?"

The tearful little priest raised his head hard, and the tangle in his eyes had gradually turned into despair.

Without these nobles, the ministers of the Yuqian cabinet told themselves that no matter what decisions they made ...

Webb the young priest could actually feel that his pale cheeks became more and more desolate.

I lost myself.

Thoroughly ... lost to Loren Turin.

Amidst a silent crowd, the little priest glared at the dark-haired wizard.

As if none of this happened.

Two people ... still friends who can understand each other.

As a friend ... I want to give you a fatal blow to win ... Lorren's expression is serious, but there is another color in his eyes.

"Webber, don't you still have the last hole card?" The dark-haired wizard lowered his voice, and only two people could hear: "Play it out ... otherwise, you won't be reconciled, right?"

The little priest stared at him silently, and he didn't seem to understand why Loren had to do this.

"We are friends ~ www.readwn.com ~ So I will never blame you for struggling for your ideals." Loren's face showed a faint smile: "But the same ... As a wizard, I will try my best Means to defeat you without a skin! "

"Priest ... Lord Webber, let's move!"

Shocked, surprised, and calm, the little priest turned slowly, his eyes becoming firmer:

"His Excellency Victor Hughes ..."

"I request the summoning of the last witness, Miss Lena de Salleone!"

There was an uproar in the council room!

Loren turned his head slowly, gazing through countless aristocrats; outside the gate, a figure with black frame glasses appeared at the end of his sight.

The proud girl pushed her glasses and gave him an expression of disdain.

The wand of "arrogance" was clutched tightly in his arms. Mobile phone users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.