Chapter 265 Greed

The shadow of Saint Lakulas floated to the side of the Archbishop and stroked his face with his hand.

The Archbishop closed his eyes and felt the golden light shining from his thoughts. Like a dream, he saw himself standing in the Memeril Hive and Saint Lakulas who had turned into a physical body beside him.

"Do you remember this place?"

"I remember, Saint, this is the lower area of ​​the Memeril Hive."

"Very good, follow me."

Saint Lakulas floated away, and the Archbishop followed him closely in this dark and suffocating place. Every time he stepped into this place, the Archbishop felt sad and unbearable.

They walked to a shed, and their dream spirits passed through the wall and saw the scene inside.

A group of tired people gathered together to discuss their recent lives.

"Have you heard? The higher-ups are going to issue a benevolent decree."

A relatively sturdy man, leaning on a hammer in his hand, wiped the sweat on his forehead and whispered.

"It seems that there is such a situation. I heard that the people above finally showed mercy."

"Recently, the supervisors have been very stinky and have a bad temper. They whip people at any time. I have been whipped twice."

Another person complained and showed the people around him the new wound on his back to show that he was not lying.

"Huh. Thank the emperor. If life can get better, I am willing to do anything."

A thin woman prayed, but the archbishop did not feel her piety to the emperor from her words, but more of a sense of relief.

Grateful that he was alive to see this day.

"Bullshit!" A curse was particularly conspicuous in the crowd of people who were discussing in a low voice. A man walked to the front in three or two steps and stood on the table, looking very angry.

"What bullshit mercy! This is what we should take!"

"What? This."

The crowd did not understand what the angry man meant. What did they mean by what they should take? Wasn't everything they got a gift from the emperor?

After all, the people of the state religion always say that the fact that you can live in this world is the Emperor's blessing to you, so you must serve the Emperor.

"Yes, I know what you are thinking." The man glanced at everyone, paused for a moment, and waited for everyone to calm down before speaking again.

"They say we are born to serve the Emperor, but ask yourself, has anyone seen the real Emperor except that glowing statue?"

Some people were terrified by the man's words. What he said sounded more and more like heresy. They wanted to step back and slip away, but they were curious about what he would say next.

They really doubted whether the Emperor was real.

"Let's take a step back. The Emperor is real and he does protect us, but what about our production? What about our labor? I have worked for the Emperor for 20 years. I work overtime for 16 hours a day, but what about the fruits of my labor? None of them were given to the Emperor! They were all given to the supervisors! Who can guarantee that the supervisors can give these things to the Emperor?"

"This... seems to be the case."

The man's words were like sparks thrown into a gunpowder barrel, igniting the discussion among the crowd. They work every day and hand in their results, but they are connected to the supervisors, and no one has ever told them who their products were sent to.

"I remember when I celebrated the Emperor's Ascension Festival for the first time, I made a small statue with the collected parts and steel parts. I wanted to give it to the Emperor, but I didn't know who to give it to, so I asked the supervisor."

"Did the supervisor help you?"

"No. He scolded me for stealing the property belonging to the Emperor, and then gave me a whip."

Everyone fell into silence, but the way they gritted their teeth faintly showed their anger and dissatisfaction.

The man continued to vent his dissatisfaction, venting the hardship of his daily labor, and the cruelty of those supervisors.

"Why do people who produce everything have nothing? This is simply nonsense! Look at those churches, how many sheds can be built with magnificent towers? How many food supplies can the stained glass windows be worth! And those nuns! Each one is so beautiful! They must be treated as playthings by those old men!"

The archbishop was furious when he heard such slander. He just wanted to severely denounce this audacious guy who slandered the church and humiliated the nuns.

The church was transformed into a bunker during the attack of orcs and elves a hundred years ago, and the current church is the product of the bunker after renovation.

Which side of the stained glass is not made by their own sand? Those exquisite stained windows are not available if you want to buy them.

The religious stories and portraits of saints above are all more valuable than the vulgar throne coins and cannot be confused at all.

And the nuns. This is the state religion! It is a sacred church under the gaze of the emperor and the saints! It is a place to implement the Emperor's words! How could they do such a dirty thing!

The archbishop gritted his teeth, his hands clenched tightly, he felt that he was about to die of anger.

He and his fellow believers have always implemented the teachings of the Emperor and the saints, and have been pure in heart and desire, and have honed themselves like ascetics.

Except for eating porridge every day, they will not consume any other food.

How could it be like that man said, eating fish and meat during the day and partying every night.

This is simply pure heresy!

Saint Laculas floated to the Archbishop's side and touched his shoulder with his hand, "Did you see it? You worked overtime and stayed up late for them, calculated the quota every day, and left enough for them after completing the tithe." Stuff. That’s how they repay you.”

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"I. What should I do? The church is not like that! The words and deeds of the people in the church are really consistent with the emperor and your teachings."

Looking at the sad and sad face of the archbishop, Laculas nodded, "Of course I know you are very pious. So this is not your problem."

"But."

"It's their problem!"

"them?"

"That's right."

The archbishop looked at Laculas's face, and he thought about the profound meaning of the saint's words.

Their problem? Does it mean that these poor people have chosen to betray the Emperor from the bottom of their hearts? Did you choose to end up being a heretic?

He turned to look at the crowd who were still complaining and dissatisfied, watching them become more and more excited as they talked, describing the church as the biggest evil person that oppressed their lives.

"Those overseers are all fat-headed! They must have eaten everything we handed over! And the group of priests above the overseers! Have you seen that fat pig Rai?"

"I've seen it before! That priest is so fat that it's scary! I feel like two of me could fit into his stomach!"

"That's it! Those overseers took blood from us! The priests above them peeled off the skin! After layer upon layer of exploitation, the Emperor didn't get much! Instead, it all fell on us!"

The crowd's emotions had been completely aroused. They looked at the man and asked, "Then what should we do? I don't want to betray the emperor."

At this point, the man made an eagle salute on his chest. He looked at the crowd and shouted out what they were going to do.

"We want to strike! We want to fight! We have to get what we deserve from the church! We can't just go on starving!"

"Are you going to betray the Emperor?"

"Of course not! We just want to participate in the supervision of production. Those overseers and priests must be greedy for things that belong to the emperor! We want to open their bellies and see what evil intentions are inside!"

The archbishop looked at the crowd, feeling confused and painful, while Saint Laculas put his mouth to his ear, "See? They are so greedy. They want more things, and the mercy decree will only Let them get worse."

"You have to suppress them. Use blood and fire to suppress these rioters, instead of issuing a decree of mercy."

The scene changed rapidly. In front of the archbishop, there were no longer those angry people who were talking about knocking down the church and fighting for their rights.

But the thin child holding the food supply tightly looked at him with shrinking eyes.

"Destroy this heresy. Destroy all those who slander the church."

The archbishop looked at the scepter in his hand, and then at the child. He raised the scepter high, his eyes full of struggle and anger.

"Yes. That's it, destroy him! Purify him!"

cried the saint Laculus, who could already see the Archbishop killing the child.

boom!

The scepter did not fall on the child's head. Instead, the archbishop turned around and struck Saint Laculas in the face. The Archbishop gasped, his old face full of anger.

"You are not a saint. A saint would not be as cruel as you! Who are you! You actually deceived me through the illusion of a saint!"

"oh?"

Laculas' exploded head came back together, and he looked at the angry Archbishop, his eyes full of contempt and disdain.

"There may be some problems in the church. I will send people to investigate that Priest Rai, but you! You must pay the price!"

The archbishop shouted loudly, pulled off the bishop's robe with his hands, and exposed the body wrapped in it.

There is no extra fat on the strong body, and the muscles all over his body swelled with the archbishop's anger. He waved the scepter in his hand like a god of war.

"Day after day! The answer to the marches and prayers year after year! The strong body bestowed upon me by the great Emperor! If you are unwilling to repent! I will beat you until you do!"

Saint Laculas was obviously shocked by the archbishop's body. It was hard for him to imagine that an archbishop with such an old face could be such a muscular monster.

"repent!!!"

Extremist and Puritan inquisitor. Just smile and wave, smile and wave.