Bishop Mergol, who happened to be the same name as the Pope of the Dream Church seven hundred years ago, is the head of the church in the central diocese. Wright is no stranger to this name - the Vatican decree that ordered him to go to the southern border to preach, marked with Mergol's name.

However, Bishop Mergol, who signed the decree, may not even know that there is a person like him, and the bishop has signed a lot of things every day.

The Holy Light Priest before Wright spoke righteously and sternly, his tone was unquestionable, his expression was extremely pious, and the man who was declared an evil heresy whimpered in a low voice - the soldier's heavy kick might have broken his ribs, his voice was filled with great pain, and the woman in a shabby skirt tried to ask the soldier to let go of her husband, but the magic of the silence of the Ruling still bound her throat, making no sound.

Wright fell silent for a short time.

So what those who fled from the Holy Spirit Plain to the South are true.

Therefore, the news from merchants that the Holy Light Church is persecuting believers of alien gods and accumulating wealth is also true.

He raised his head, looked at his "comrades in the church" and asked, "Will they be judged?"

"They have been finished with judgment," said the pastor casually, "the thing I just said is judgment."

"What will they face?" Wright asked again.

"Do you still need to ask?" This time, one of the soldiers spoke. "The man pulled him to the square to whip dozens of whips, and the woman was locked in the water prison for a few days. Then, if they were willing to confess their guilt, they would be sent to the church in the town after confessing their guilt, and then what the priests were going to do."

"The Holy Light will give them a chance," continued the priest with a white gold-blade hat. He probably thought Wright was a monk who was practicing ascetic in a remote monastery, with a strong tone of impatientness. "They can convert to the Holy Light, and hand over half of their property as atonement, and then they will be innocent people in the future. Of course, they can not pay it-then they can only go to the fire to verify whether their souls are saved."

The last sentence seemed very humorous, and the two soldiers at the scene couldn't help laughing.

Wright silently glanced at the priest in front of him, and then looked at the two soldiers next to him. He could see that these two soldiers were not the Templars of the church, but should be the private soldiers of the local lords. These soldiers would follow the priest to arrest people, so the local lord must have gained a lot of benefits from the atonement.

"You have caught a lot of people like this," he looked at the priest wearing a white gold-blade hat, and his tone was unprecedentedly calm. "How many gold coins can a poor civilian like this make you earn?"

The pastor couldn't help frowning, and a hint of vigilance suddenly appeared in his expression: "Brother, you shouldn't care about this - this is the place of Ryervin Church."

"Oh," Lait nodded and looked at the positions of the two soldiers next to him, "Holy Light asks me to bring you a word."

The two soldiers looked at each other for no reason, and the priest wearing a soft hat subconsciously felt a trace of danger and couldn't help but put his hands on the holy emblem on the chest: "What do you want to do?"

Wright said lightly: "The Holy Light tells us to stand up in the face of evil-"

As the words fell, he suddenly twisted his body and raised his arms. His huge fist brought a whirring sound of wind in the air, like a stone bullet hitting the head of the soldier closest to him!

The soldier seemed to be frightened. He was in the Holy Spirit Plain without war for many years. Usually, Suli could only wave his sword to scare the civilians. He didn't even react at all in the face of this sudden attack. He only heard a loud bang, and the fist as big as a casserole hit the soldier's helmet. The steel-made helmet exploded around the soldier's head like an upside down bell, and then he flew out.

Before flying out, the soldier completely fainted, and his helmet was sagging a large piece, as if he had been knocked by a war hammer.

After one punch, Wright did not retract his strength, but took advantage of his inertia to turn half a circle, sweeping one leg towards another soldier. The latter finally reacted at this time, and jumped back in a hurry, and then pulled out a one-handed sword from his waist and stabbed towards Wright!

Wright was not afraid of the sharp steel sword. His hands suddenly filled with holy white light. Then he directly reached out and grabbed the sword blade made of steel with his flesh and blood. The holy light surged between his palms and turned into a solid barrier. The soldier was frightened to find that the sword he used all his strength to stab was actually grabbed by the priest in the robe. The sword seemed to be stuck in the gap in the city wall, and he could not draw it out even if he used all his strength!

Wright once vowed not to use the Holy Light to damage, but this does not mean that he cannot use the Holy Light to defend against enemies.

At this moment, a wave of magic power suddenly came from behind. Wright didn't look back, but just grabbed the blade in his hand. The steel weapon was then covered with cracks. Then he pulled and pulled the soldier holding the sword in front of him. He threw the shield in the soldier's hand with his other hand and grabbed the other's neck with his own movement. He threw the soldier in the direction of the priest.

The priest wearing a white gold-edged soft hat stared at his eyes and condensed a sacred impact at a rapid speed in shock, but the hot light only hit the soldier who was thrown over. The latter was hit by the powerful holy light power and suddenly screamed and fainted in the air. The priest who released the magic trick could only dodge to the side in a mess.

Before he stood firm, Wright rushed up.

"The Holy Light tells us that bullying the weak should be despised!"

With this sentence, a huge fist hit the priest's chest, but a layer of shield emitting a faint golden light appeared out of thin air, helping the priest block the heavy blow. His body flew backwards, and the disintegrating sacred shield flew away like blood.

Wright did not give the priest a chance to get up, he rushed up again, directly pressing the opponent into the soil with his huge physical advantage, and then raised his fist high.

"The Holy Light tells us that slander and false accusations are more important than robbers!"

The fist was smashed heavily, and the terrified priest condensed a layer of shield with the fastest speed in his life. In the next second, he saw that the shield was smashed out with countless fine cracks, and countless light spots splashed out from the shield.

The priest wanted to curse, but he wanted to chant the spell to release any possible counter-speech. However, a huge sense of oppression shocked his thinking, making him unable to even speak a complete sentence - Wright was too familiar with the priest's battle process, and he would not give the priest any chance to resist.

The heavy fist was raised again, and with the whistling sound of the wind, hit the layer of the holy light shield—

"The Holy Light tells us that greed and wealth-making behavior is closest to wild beasts!" "Bang--"

"The Holy Light tells us that doing evil things in the name of a holy is more important than doing evil things in the name of a bad name!" "Bang--"

"The Holy Light tells us that if unjust actions are not punished, they are no different from those who do evil!" "Bang!"

The heavy fist smashed the shaking shield of holy light. The sacred light could no longer protect the priest lying in the soil. Wright punched the terrified face, and the latter suddenly filled with blood.

Wright grabbed the priest's collar, pulled him in front of him, staring at the other person's eyes and asked word by word: "Holy Light tells you so much, have you remembered?"

The priest's face was covered in blood, his horrified eyes seemed to be looking at a madman, and his silence words squeezed out from his throat: "Remember... remember..."

"No, you didn't remember," Wright shook his head, pressed the priest back into the soil again, raised his right fist high, and then fell suddenly, "You are just afraid of being beaten by me."

With a muffled sound, the priest wearing a white robe and a white gold-edged hood was filled with blood between his mouth and nose, and finally completely fainted.

"The holy light tells us to be restrained."

Wright sighed softly and slowly stood up.

The layer of holy light beside him and on his fist used to protect himself had disappeared at some point.

He walked towards the civilian couple and bent down to check their situation, but the first thing he heard was the woman's low exclamation - the magic of silence that acted on this woman finally failed.

"Don't be afraid, you're safe." Wright whispered, and carefully examined the man's injuries - the young farmer's face was covered with bruises and blood. He obviously suffered a beating before being dragged out, but his worst injury was obviously the kick that the soldier kicked with iron boots. He breathed in pain and covered his chest with his hands: his ribs were indeed broken.

Wright knew how to tie the bones. He handled the man's injuries and told the other party not to move around. Then he whispered to ask for the Holy Light's response.

Only a little dim light emerged before him, and it was almost fleeting.

Wright was stunned for a moment, as if he understood something.

But he said nothing, but took out the prepared holy water and healing talisman from his arms. With the help of the power of these magical items, he finally healed the injuries on the man.

"Thank you... Thank you..." The young farmer got up from the ground and said thank you pale. Although he still couldn't figure out what was going on, he at least knew that the man in front of him who seemed to be a pastor was trying to save him.

"You'd better leave this village," Wright accepted the thanks and reminded each other, "you can no longer live here."

He knew that what happened here would soon reach the church and the lord, and the villagers who saw the fight passed in the distance would definitely go and report it. Although he was the one who took action, the lord and the priests in the church would not care so much - and even if this conflict had not broken out, Wright knew that the couple in front of him would not be able to survive in this place.

They have been detained for false crimes and have been regarded as heresy by the Church of Holy Light. There are only two consequences they can face, either they are burned to death by the fire, or they are confessed in the church, converted to their faith, and then handed over half of their property as "sinning money". But for poor people like them, is there still a way out after handing over half of their property?

Their land will be taken away and become the property of the church or lord, and their houses will be no exception. The best result will be that they will become serfs after that and continue to cultivate the fields that no longer belong to them. The worse result will be that they die hungry and cold when winter comes.

All of this was destined before Wright arrived.

"But where can we go..." The woman in a coarse dress twisted her clothes in pain. She had never left this village in her life and could not think of any way to live. "Where can we survive..."

"I have learned the carpenter skills," said the young farmer, "but the lord will definitely capture us again..."

"Go to Cecil, to the south," said Wright suddenly, "there is your way to live there."

"Cecil?" The couple looked at each other. They were invisible and ignorant, and they had no idea about the existence of the pioneering leader.

Wright took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. He looked at the two people in front of him and said solemnly: "I'll take you there."

(Recommended a book, "Fourth Fractures", a game novel. The protagonist is characterized by schizophrenia (literally meaning), and a book with a wonderful mind. The author Wei Ye Wutong is actually a reader in my group. I don't know if you know anyone... Although I just knew that he was writing a book, I still decided to have a sip of milk. What if it gets popular?)
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