Xiuxian became the king of witches

Inferiority, cowardice, dirty, vulgar... I already hated myself to the core.

The painful whip wound on my back is the best encouragement for me.Should I be a coward for the rest of my life, or enjoy a heroic situation in the sea of ​​fire.

In short, we must rescue you!

The thin body rushed into the flames again without any scruples.

Chapter 47 This is Persecution and Massacre

"Found a dead body, male, about 15 years old, face burned, unidentified..."

Amidst the reports one after another, the clerk was simply recording last night's human tragedy with the ink-jammed pen in his hand.The choking smell of smoke still lingers in the street, causing the dry throat to continuously emit vicious curses.

"Ahem... Those disgusting bastards at the fire station in the outer city! The water magician on duty dared to get drunk on duty, he really deserves to be a magician!"

The shiny leather boots stepped on the scorched wood, and the crackling sound made the clerk's already impatient mood even more anxious.

"Don't be lazy! If you can't complete the mission target, the whole team won't even want to eat lunch!"

Sitting on a towering stone in the ruins, the clerk took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth. He squinted his eyes slightly to monitor the work of the civilians around him, but suddenly kicked something strange under his gently shaking feet.

It looked burnt and broken, and it could be vaguely seen that it was a dead man's arm.

"Bah, what a bad luck!"

Kicking away the rotten flesh at his feet, just as he was about to change to a new position, his eyes were keenly aware of the movement in the distance.

Is it finally here?

The clerk quickly spit out the cigarette in his mouth, spit on the palm of his hand, carefully arranged his shiny hair, and greeted him respectfully.

"Report sir! I'm Marcy Campbell, the executive secretary of Bittle Lane. I'm in charge of the aftermath of the fire. 67 bodies have been cleared out, and emergency treatment has been arranged for the injured residents. No injuries..."

Marcy has rehearsed these steps countless times in his heart for the able report, the standard salute posture, and the serious and sad expression.

There is a big guy here!

From the corner of his eye, he secretly looked at the face of the head of the inspection team. His tall hooked nose looked majestic and fierce, and his thick and curly eyebrows raised an aura of calm and prestige.Marcy recognized that the person in front of him was his immediate boss, the General Affairs Officer of the Dawn City Hall, and the eldest son of the Red Dragon Duke——Nelson Stuart.

"Not bad, have you found the starting point of this fire?"

Those blue eyes looked around like eagles, and the desolate scene that came into view finally turned into deep grief.Seeing the stern expression on the officer's face, Marcy tried hard to squeeze a few crystal clear tears from the corners of his eyes.

"It's confirmed, sir! The fire started in the old church at the end of the lane!"

The original dilapidated appearance of the church could not be seen at all between the ruined walls, and even the sun chrysanthemums planted in the flower garden in the backyard had already turned into ashes and floated to an unknown distance.

"What happened to the people in the church?"

Hearing Marcy's report, Nelson's voice seemed to be a few degrees colder.

"We have confirmed that a trainee priest, four nuns, and [-] adopted children in the church were all killed. However, there is also a full-fledged priest who was taken away by the Sun Knights yesterday..."

"Bastards! Those damned bastards! This is an absolute massacre!"

Nelson suddenly burst into rage, frantically swung his fist and directly smashed the rubble piled up beside him. The hysterical appearance made Marcy tremble like a chill.

He didn't expect the young master duke to be so sympathetic to the common people. Fortunately, he was well prepared and didn't get caught by the boss, otherwise he might be the one who was broken on the spot.

"Those bastards are dark devils! It is they who want to persecute the glory of truth!"

The mournful voice echoed among the dilapidated ruins, and all the civilians present focused their eyes on him for a moment, and there seemed to be some painful sympathy in the already numb eyes.

"I will definitely uphold the justice of the truth! Find the real culprit of this disaster! Let all souls who died unjustly return to the embrace of heaven!"

The powerful words once again shook the wounds in their hearts. Some civilians who lost their families in the fire began to sob on the spot. They did not expect such a kind noble lord to speak up for themselves.

Thank you for the mercy of truth!

It seems that those innocent dead souls can really rest in peace before you...

The news of the Beetle Lane fire had already spread throughout Shuguang City, and even the headlines of those tabloids were finally willing to withdraw the lace stories about His Royal Highness.But when the news arrived at the palace, the solemn atmosphere was mixed with a bit of weird complexity.

"Your Majesty, the special envoy of the Holy Empire, the Duke of Mutterburg, requests an audience."

Castine put down the paperwork in his hand, tapped the armrest of the throne lightly with his rough fingertips, and scanned the sky outside the hall with deep eyes.

"Let him come up."

After obtaining permission, the Duke of Mutterburg quickly stepped into the throne room of the palace through two neat and solemn columns of white rock pillars outside the palace.Compared with the magnificent and fine decorations in the Palace of the Holy God Empire, this place looks much more simple and empty.

"Your Majesty the King, I have something important to discuss with you."

Various forms of sun patterns are depicted on the huge walls, and the high-hanging magic crystal chandelier is also made into a radiating corona shape.A tall throne is displayed on several steps, and the canopy covering it faintly flashes with golden patterns.

"Oh, my dear Lord Duke George, there is no need to be so impolite. What is the reason for coming to me in such a hurry?"

Kastin yawned lightly, looking lazily at the middle-aged man bowing down the steps, but a sharp cold light faintly flashed in his dizzy eyes.

"Your Majesty, you must have known about the terrible fire in the outer city. Your Majesty regrets the misfortune of your people."

The Duke of Multburg slowly straightened his broad shoulders, but he couldn't find much respect in his eyes looking up at the throne.

"Of course I know. I am heartbroken by such a tragedy, and I am preparing to comfort the people. I wonder if Your Excellency the Duke has any special insights into this matter?"

Looking at that pretentious expression, there seemed to be a bit of grief in it, and the vicissitudes of life in the corners of Kastin's eyes deepened a few layers.From the time the Duke of Multburg stood at the gate of the palace, Castine had already guessed all the other party's words, but he still had to cooperate with the performance.

"Your Majesty the King, as far as I know, most of the devout Truth believers live in Butter Lane where the fire broke out! And the fire started in the Church of Truth, and there is no survivor in the whole church! I There is reason to suspect that this is some anti-truth radicals in your country who are oppressing and massacring our religion!"

The Duke of Multburg didn't talk nonsense, and he spoke again just to see what he wanted. The plausible voice echoed in the throne room, and his sharp eyes pointed directly at Castine on the throne.

"I didn't expect His Excellency Duke George to be so well-informed. The city hall just gave me a report document to explain this matter, and Your Excellency has already understood it in such detail."

Kastin still casually glanced over the fluffy and curly beard of the Duke of Multburg, and then looked at the calm faces of several advisers and ministers in the Imperial Council next to him. Be wonderful.

"Your Majesty, I came to meet His Majesty because I received the spontaneous petitions from those suffering believers. They all hoped that I could act on behalf of the Pope's noble sage who has always been sympathetic to the common people, and denounce the justice of the Lord for all the believers who believe in the truth in your country! "

The righteous voice fell, and the atmosphere in the hall became a little more depressed.Kastin didn't speak but stared silently at the serious face of the Duke of Muttburg. In the suffocating silence, someone finally couldn't hold back his anger.

"Your Excellency, the justice of our country does not need you to maintain it! His Majesty the King's decision does not need your instructions. Do you want to interfere in our country's internal affairs?"

The Duke of Mutterburg was a little surprised, he didn't expect someone to fight back so directly.Glancing to the side, he saw that the rough and dark skin was thick with flesh, and two pairs of blade-like eyes were staring at him, which made the corners of the Duke's tightly closed mouth curl up.

"Your Excellency must be General Alger. I wanted to ask you something, why did the Sun Knights arrest the pastor of our Church of Truth for no reason! Why did it happen to be in Bittle Lane where the fire broke out!"

Seeing that the spearhead was pointed at him, Alger raised his eyebrows, naturally not to be outdone, he strode forward and stood beside the Duke of Mutterburg.

"Some people use the church as a cover to secretly cultivate armed forces, organize and plan various infiltration and sabotage operations. I planned to ask you about these things, Your Excellency the Duke!"

In the face of such severe accusations, the two sides have completely torn faces, and the expression of the Duke of Mutterburg has also become gloomy.

"You can't say such nonsense, General Alger! Otherwise, I can regard you as a slander to the Holy See of Truth and a provocation to the majesty of the empire!"

The loud threat directly raised the contradiction to the national level. If the situation continues to deteriorate, it may become the fuse of the outbreak of war.

"Both of you, please calm down. Please don't lose your manners in front of His Majesty. It would be even worse if you let impulsiveness affect the friendship between the two countries."

Seeing that the two might fight directly in the main hall, a middle-aged man who had just entered the main hall hurriedly separated the two, stood between them, and at the same time bowed to Kastin and saluted:

"Your Majesty, your loyal subject is late, and I hope for your forgiveness."

Seeing the mediation of the people beside them, the Duke of Multburg and Alger did not continue to speak, and each stood aside resentfully, and the eyes of the audience were also focused on the middle-aged man.

The broad chest and back, the strong face, and the seemingly easy-going eyes contain vigorous strength.

He is the well-known Red Dragon Duke, the head of the contemporary Stuart family, the Chief Advisor of the Orta Imperial Council, and the current Hand of the King, Andre Stuart.

"No, Sir Andre, you've come just in time. They've given me such a headache. How do you think the Pittle Lane fire should be handled?"

Andre's eyes dimmed, and after thinking for a moment, he first turned his gaze to Alger on the right.

"Your Majesty, I don't know much about this matter, so I dare not express my opinion without authorization. However, I just got a message from the Tower of Dawn, and I am just about to inform General Alger. The priest who was arrested yesterday was already believed in prison an hour ago. The fire was consumed."

"What! How is this possible!"

"This is murder! It's silence! It's death without testimony!"

As soon as the plain voice fell, the gunpowder barrels on both sides were detonated at the same time. Seeing that the emotions of the two became agitated again, Castine on the throne waved his hand to signal silence.

"But that's how things are, so I suggest the two of you sit down and discuss slowly. As for the priest's problem, you can send someone to ask Captain Fergus who led the team yesterday. As for the fire, I believe it will not be discussed with He has a connection."

Andre's seemingly neutral speech instantly turned his finger on Fergus again. His brutal and violent personality is well known, and once he is held accountable, he is easily caught.

"How did I hear that there was a lady from the Herman family who was in charge of conducting at the scene yesterday?"

The Duke of Mutterburg looked deeply at Andre who was beside him, and made some appropriate supplements for him.

Chapter 48 The Fire of Sacrifice

Opening the curtains and looking downstairs, the chaotic and bustling streets in the past have been completely dyed in a neat and solemn white, which is the color of the Church of Truth that symbolizes piety and purity.

In this large-scale sit-in demonstration, in addition to the civilians who believed in the truth, there were actually a large number of nobles and their forces involved.Surrounding them are teams of elite cavalry performing guard patrol missions, and there is no sign of escalation of the conflict yet.

"Father, why did you do such a thing?"

Chebman quietly looked at the backlit figure of the Duke of Muttburg, his bloodshot eyes were full of hesitation and entanglement, he hesitated for a long time before asking the question in his mouth.

"What weird words are you talking about? I just need to put some pressure on the king of Orta in order to maintain the glory of the truth."

The Duke of Multburg gently closed the curtains, and turned his stern eyes to Chebman behind him.

The reason why the Duke often took this ineffective young son with him when he went abroad was mainly to let Chebman gain some knowledge and grow up earlier, and he was also afraid that his reputation would be ruined if he stayed in the country.

I heard that this idiot was stripped naked a few days ago because he was defeated in a duel, which embarrassed the Holy Empire.Seeing Chebman again at this moment, the Duke naturally didn't have a good face.

"I was in a bad mood the night before... went to drink with Uncle Rupert, but..."

The thick eyebrows suddenly stood up, and the Duke vaguely understood Chebman's stammering words, and his cold eyes seemed to point an unsheathed sword at his son's heart.

"Useless waste! If you have something to say, think it through before you speak! How decent is this stuttering look!"

Faced with his father's merciless scolding, Chebman's repressed emotions finally burst out with rebellious anger, he clenched his fists and roared out all the questions in his heart:

"I just wanted to ask you! Was that fire—"

Snapped--

Chebman's excited voice stopped abruptly in the loud slap, he fell to the ground and looked at his trembling father in a daze, his cheek and heart were experiencing burning pain at the same time.

Although he knew that his father didn't like himself who was a drunken fanatic, it was the first time that he was punished by beating him directly.

"You should grow up! Stop thinking about those useless things!"

The Duke of Multburg let out a long breath, and sat weakly on the chair next to him. He looked at Chebman who fell on the ground with deep eyes, full of indignation that he hated iron for being weak.

"Do you know how difficult my situation is! Do you know that I may send the whole family to the gallows if I take a wrong step now! How dare you question me like that all day long!"

Chebman stared blankly at the suddenly aging father in front of him, not knowing how to answer, since he only knew how to spend his days and nights on the prestige of his father, he naturally didn't know the secrets of those families.

"You should grow up!"

At the end, the Duke of Multburg sighed again, and the atmosphere fell into a long silence.

"Didn't you just become a knight not long ago... His Majesty the Emperor and the elders of the family... Didn't they all say that they appreciate you?"

Carefully looking at his father's cloudy and uncertain face, it took a long time before Chebman plucked up the courage to ask again.

"What do you know... I'm just an ordinary soldier who has just reached a high position. I have neither made great achievements nor made outstanding contributions in other fields... How can I be promoted to the Duke?"

A few days ago, Chebman thought that his father's promotion was just a special favor, but at this moment he heard such a rhetorical question, and he immediately got terrified.

"Then...why?"

The Duke of Multburg glanced at Chebman helplessly, and said leisurely:

"Now that His Majesty the Emperor is old, the most powerful families of the Electors are beginning to make moves, and our family is naturally no exception. Some actions are needed to test the external reaction."

The Duke of Multburg paused for a moment, seeing that the thoughtful expression of his stupid son could keep up with his thoughts, he continued to sigh:

"And I am the stone that the family uses to throw stones to ask for directions. It is not an honor to be promoted to the Duke, but to roast me on the fire..."

At this moment, Chebman finally understood the deep meaning in his father's words, and the sense of crisis began to linger in his heart belatedly.

"Then father... what should we do! We can't just sit and wait to die!"

boom--

Seeing that Chebman's cowardly appearance did not improve in the slightest, the Duke of Mutterburg directly smashed the table beside him with his clenched fists of anger.

"But this is both a crisis and an opportunity! If I can successfully pass this test, I will be able to enter the core of the family, and if the final candidate of the family can be honored at the grand ceremony, I will also become one of the real powerful people in the empire!"

The Duke suddenly stood up with his hands behind his back, the frustration and hesitation in his eyes slowly faded away, and the staring light was full of fierce colors.

"And Ota is the most special existence in the northwest countries, the successor of the ancient Sun Empire. Only by taking this place can I gain enough merit! Only then can I gain a firm foothold in this storm!"