She Is Not a Witch

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"After this incident, Lord Otis has voluntarily given up the idea of ​​running for the Pope, and if Lord Charente does not come out, Lord Beines is very likely to be the next Pope." The nun said. .

"For this reason, Master Beines has been very busy recently, and the archbishops of the various branches come to visit her almost every day to ask her opinions and opinions."

"That's it..." Lorrain Hill nodded, and this time he achieved his goal as expected.

"What about Sibis?" she asked instead.

"Master Sibes is still being held in the adjudication department, waiting for a ruling after the new pope takes the throne."

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The adjudication department is located underground.

Pass through the densely guarded, long and layered tunnels, open the strong and thick doors, and enter the dark and cold cell.

Two torches were inserted on the wall and burned quietly. In the shadow of the flickering flame, a fat and tall figure faintly appeared in the shadow.

There was a clear sound of sliding iron bolts from the corridor on the side, and the sound of armor and leather touching, and a steady footstep walked in slowly.

He stayed in front of the prison door, standing still.

Then a guard in a black robe came and helped him open the cell door and let the man walk in.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, the fat man in the shadow raised his head, took a look, and then lowered without a sense of purpose.

An iron chair was brought in, and the man sat in front of the prisoner.

"We have one more thing to ask you." His voice was like a cold rock on a cliff.

"Do you know the people who practice the weird and secret arts, pray that chaos will come to the world, and abandon this world."

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

"Don't put all charges on me, you rats in the gutter."

"I just want to live a comfortable life. I won't do such a mess."

"But many of the arrested'backlighters' have connections with your faction, and among them are the upper echelons of the church."

"What does this mean? Can I say that they all drink water, and other people who drink water have problems."

"I'm just helping each other with everyone, not the bug in their stomach, how do I know everyone's true thoughts. As long as the results are good and I am good."

"Too much entanglement and inquiring into other people's privacy will only invite misfortune. Many things are not as clear as possible."

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

There was a brief silence in the cell, and the only sound that could be heard around was the burning sound of torches on the wall.

"Unexpectedly, after many years, we will be in the same room in this way." The man finished his previous questioning, seeming to lament the changes of time.

After hearing this sigh, the prisoner did not raise his head, but took a heavy breath, and did not catch a cold.

"Let me call you that again-Senior Sibes."

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

"You used to be my role model. I still remember when I first came to the church headquarters, because I was born in poverty, I was a little afraid of life and low self-esteem. At that time, you took me to climb the long stairs on the mountain trail and pulled me away very exhausted. Long way."

"Tell me which palace restaurant is cheap and you can eat enough. Teach me where to fetch water, wash clothes, and how to fold the quilt."

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

"I wrote a lot of what you told me back then, and I can still remember a few words today."

"Born does not mean anything, what is important is a positive heart."

"If you work hard, you can appreciate the sunset glow without guilt when the sun goes down."

The man sitting on the iron chair took a trembling breath, and then turned into a long silent sigh.

"Now that the sunset has fallen, can you still have no guilt."

After hearing this question, the figure bound by the iron rope let out a penetrating laugh.

"Hahahaha—Keus, you know that well, and use this to stimulate me."

"Ask me if I am ashamed, then let me tell you, I am not ashamed at all."

"Everything I got today, power, wealth, and strength, was earned by myself."

"Yes, I used some methods. But so what? The world has never had rules and restrictions to say, what can't be done?"

"All the rules and dogma are just imposed by later generations. It's nothing more than making excuses for your weakness and incompetence. You are the same as me if you have the ability, and no one is stopping you."

"The reason why you can stand here and mock me all kinds of things is just because you won and I failed. Don't come to these hypocritical principles. I was stupid back then. I believed in dedication and diligence."

"This world will never reward you for dedication and diligence. Everything has to be contended, snatched, and conspired. What does the life and death of others do to me!"

"I just want to live comfortably and enjoy. There are people dying in this world every day. Do I have to care about them one by one? Can I benefit from caring about them?"

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

Bang bang bang ——

Two palms clapped unhappily, Keus slowly stood up and walked to Sibis.

"Are you finished, is this how you really think now?"

"It's really humble like an ant."

"It seems that I once looked away, but I didn't expect Senior Sibes' eyes to be so narrow."

"If you have never been in power, no one will accuse you of thinking like this. But I'm afraid you can't stand the poor and hard life."

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

"Relying on the big church tree, sucking its juice, and becoming a fat asshole, is this your wish~www.readwn.com~ That is really worthy of admiration. Admiring you, dare to admit it so confidently."

"I'm so disappointed, Senior Sibis."

"Even those heretics who have turned their backs on the gods and angels, they look more lovable than you. At least they are willing to dedicate their lives to their ideals."

"Now I also believe that you really have nothing to do with those'backlit people.' After all, you who are greedy for life and fear of death would not have the courage to do this kind of thing."

Keuth's words pierced Sibis's heart like a hard and sharp sword, dismantling his dilapidated dignity.

"No, it's not like that. I just want to live better..." there was a cry in his voice.

"Stop polluting these simple words, Master Sibis." Keus picked up the iron chair and turned away.

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