Working Prophet

Ilkander was the first to come back to his senses, and immediately announced the end of the trial, and then had Herodotus' body quickly carried into the temple.

A group of priests from the Blood Moon Society also went in together, and they didn't know what they were discussing inside.

However, the crowd who came to participate in the trial did not disperse.

Under the instigation of Herodotus just now, many people were passionate, especially when facing those nobles who were usually superior.

Many people were often bullied by those guys, but now the fate of those noble men was in their hands. This gave many people a taste of power for the first time, and they couldn't help but feel elated.

But now that Herodotus died, they realized what crime they had just committed.

He privately tried and massacred the nobles, completely annihilating a noble family with a long history. What's more terrible is that he offended the real rulers of the Western Territory - the Figuerola family.

What if the latter comes to settle matters with them?

Herodotus is dead, who can lead them to resist the attack of those nobles.

Shapiro is the best example. He killed 20,000 new soldiers in anger. Just thinking about this incident sent shivers down the spines of all the believers who participated in the trial.

They are now eager to find a new support.

At this time, someone noticed Quintus under the stone steps.

As the high priest of the Silver Moon Church, Quintus can be said to have been known to everyone in the Scaled City for a long time.

And unlike other high priests who came from noble families, Quintus, who was born in a peasant family, has always had a good reputation among the common people.

Herodotus had previously ordered all the high priests in the Scaled City to be attacked, but only Quintus was warned in advance and was able to escape.

At this moment, everyone was feeling uneasy and subconsciously moved closer to Quintus.

Some people took the lead, and others followed suit. After a while, more and more people surrounded Quintus.

The guards responsible for guarding him were a little distracted at the moment and did not disperse the people nearby immediately. By the time they wanted to do so, it was already too late. Hundreds of people had already gathered around Quintus.

Moreover, the crowd was still growing, and the guard guarding him simply ignored it, threw away his weapon, and slipped away to who knows where.

Quintus was ignorant of all this, his head was dizzy now, and the death of Herodotus had greatly stimulated him.

Quintus has always regarded Herodotus as the number one enemy, believing that his existence would cause division and irreparable damage to the Silver Moon Church, and this was indeed the case.

What both sides believe in is Pisiya, but one is traditional and conservative, and the other is radical and violent.

But it is undeniable that Herodotus has indeed explored his own path, and with the turmoil in the Western Territory, the Blood Moon Society is becoming more and more attractive to believers.

In this battle of the Scaled City, Herodotus defeated Gwen and his 8,000 troops, and almost wiped out the senior leaders of the Silver Moon Church. As a result, Quintus could no longer avoid a question that had always been in his heart.

——Maybe Herodotus and his Blood Moon Society chose the right path.

Especially when the people in the Scaled City finally chose to stand with Herodotus, this greatly stimulated Quintus's heart, and he began to doubt himself and his choice.

This is also why he acted so depressed in the dungeon before.

Yes, he was shaken.

As the only remaining high priest of the Silver Moon Church, Quintus, who always considered himself to be firm in his faith, actually wavered.

Just having such thoughts was a kind of blasphemy against Pisiya, which made Quintus blame himself.

But then something unexpected happened to Quintus. Herodotus died inexplicably.

Quintus felt as if he was walking in darkness and vaguely saw some light. However, when he walked over, he found that it was still a dead end.

So he was at a loss again, and he was at a loss like never before.

But he finally noticed the believers gathered around him. By this time, there were already thousands of them.

They looked at Quintus expectantly, and someone said, "High Priest Quintus, what should we do now?"

"What to do, what to do?" Quintus said subconsciously.

"We have killed so many people. Those nobles will not let us go. Now only you can save us."

Quintus shook his head, "I can't save you. I can't even save myself. Not long ago, I was brought to trial by Herodotus. Have you forgotten?"

The believers were speechless, but after a moment someone still said, "No matter what, we all... hope to follow you."

"That's right, please lead us, High Priest Quintus, just like before." Everyone was talking.

However, Quintus never agreed, "I can no longer lead you because I haven't heard the voice of the goddess for a long time."

After a pause he added, "I think I've lost my faith."

The crowd was disappointed, but eventually had to disperse.

The guards and guards did not come back, and Quintus walked toward the city gate alone.

When passing Gwen's body, Quintus took off his robe and covered the former.

And he himself went on.

The cold wind blew on his thin underwear, causing the high priest of the Silver Moon Church to shiver.

But Quintus did not stop. He walked all the way to the city gate, and the soldiers who were supposed to guard there disappeared.

Many people were hurriedly fleeing the city, driving oxcarts and taking all their belongings with them. There were robbers on the road who took the opportunity to rob them, but no one was paying attention. They all looked like they were in imminent disaster.

Fortunately, Quintus stepped forward in time. His status as high priest frightened the robbers, and he was able to save the belongings on the oxcart for the people who were robbed.

The latter also gave him a thick cloak and two loaves of bread in gratitude.

Quintus put on his cloak and felt a little warmer. He ate another half of the loaf of bread, regained some strength, packed the remaining bread, and walked out of the city.

He needed someone to resolve his doubts and point him in the right direction again.

Quintus knew that someone would be able to give him the answer.

Because just over a year ago, he had witnessed that man perform a miracle. It was not a forged miracle like Herodotus, but a genuine miracle.

If there is anyone in this world who is closest to God, it must be that person.