quicksilver blood

Chapter 452 Xila's Enlightenment

"—My lord! My lord! Don't fall asleep! Sir Sira! Please wake up!"

Amidst the vague calling, Xi La struggled to open her eyes.

His vision was distorted and blurred, and his breathing was labored and rapid.

Xila's hands were shackled, her ankles were chained, and the other end of the chain was deeply nailed to the wall, like a criminal about to be executed.

He was wearing a tattered and dirt-stained white linen robe, and the dark red bloodstains that had dried up could be seen on his torn sleeves, just like two weeks ago.But his spine was no longer straight, his complexion was sallow, and his cheeks and eye sockets sunken deeply like an abyss.His long platinum-blond hair that once shone with pure light had completely lost its luster, and his lake-like blue eyes had also become cloudy and dark.

"Ah...I'm fine."

Xi La took a deep breath, her voice like a gossamer.

A hoarse voice that was so dry and hoarse that it had been deformed like a crow slowly squeezed out from his throat.He raised his lowered head with difficulty, and looked at the prisoners kneeling on the ground with bloodshot eyes. It took him a long time to confirm their identities, and he pulled out a thin, pale and ugly smile.

His situation is quite different from before.

He is no longer simply nailed to the wall.Twenty feet away from him was an iron fence, as if a ferocious devil was imprisoned, and several iron chains thicker than thighs were repeatedly wrapped around it.

This is so that the prisoners no longer serve him, give him water and food.

Every three days, the warden would come to beat him.Before the execution, the guards had to be shot to lock all the prisoners in the cell, and then the warden could enter the Sira cell and torture him for a whole day with a barbed iron whip.

At the beginning, some prisoners tried to attack the warden.They insulted him, beat the guards, and tried to save their saint.Their rescue Sira.

However, after the warden executed eighty prisoners that night, the corpses hanging from spears under the skylights finally managed to overwhelm the fanatical prisoners.Blood dripped from the corpse that ran through the spear, and the dark red blood left dark red marks on the ground and on the wall.You can even see the milky white marks left by the fanatic prisoners when they were smashed against the wall with their heads pressed.

Only then did the prisoners calm down a bit.The indistinct roar of Sira, whose tongue had been cut off, finally stopped their behavior completely.

Perhaps in order to continue to intimidate these prisoners, the blood on the ground of the corpses was not disposed of.If it weren't for the cold weather, there might already be a large number of flies attached to it.

Since then, no prisoners have rioted while Sira was being tortured.They would just fall on the ground and cry bitterly, praying loudly for Sira.

These prisoners are all people who have made big mistakes.

Most of them are cunning, evil, cruel, and twisted.However, they have now been moved by that Holy Prophet.Souls are washed together.

That's not to say they've come to worship Thiel, however.It's not so much that they regained awe and adoration for Tyr, but that they began to turn their heads to worship Sira.

That's right—they're not worshiping some god, not some devil.It was an ordinary, fragile mortal who was tortured every three days, a prisoner who was worse than their lives.

Even though his injuries would always be healed, he did not eat or drink, his body was suspended in the air, and he could not sleep.Xi La's spirit was weakening day by day.

Seeing this scene, the prisoners couldn't help panicking.

They worried that Sira would never wake up after falling asleep-they tried to get food and water there, but they all undoubtedly failed.

Xi La looked at the prisoners who were kneeling on the ground looking at her with tears of pain on their faces, with a gratified expression on their faces.

He also once thought about the meaning of letting this group of prisoners who can no longer see the sunshine of freedom all day long return to goodness-they can neither help others nor pass on his teachings.It seemed like a waste of Sira's time.

However, when Sira saw them come back from a day of hard labor, they stopped fighting each other, began to care about their companions, no longer despair and resentment, began to accept this kind of life, and started to exercise and think again, he felt very relieved from the bottom of his heart.

Yes, he has lost his chance to change the world.But he can at least change the people around him.

Maybe one day, word of what he brought them would spread.Then one person can change two people, two people can change four people, one family can change the people of a city, and one city can affect the atmosphere of a country.Maybe in the end, he can even change the world——

This less than one month sentence will change Sira's life.He started thinking about things that he would never have thought about before in his life.

He began to think about the reasons why people do evil.He began to analyze the deep meaning of what Jupiter IV had done before, and if he let himself do it, could he do it better than him.

The final answer was to frustrate him.

He finally reaffirmed that Jupiter IV was a great pope.He may not be a qualified priest, but he is indeed a qualified pope.

The pope should be the spokesperson of the gods, the leader of the flock, and the loyal dog guarding the flock, but he should not be a fanatical lamb.

Everyone can be devout, everyone can be devout to the point of fanaticism, but he cannot.His heart can't all rely on Tyre, he must dedicate half of himself to the believers.

If even the Pope is lost in the frenzy, how are others going to find their way to worship?

Now every time Sira is tortured, he repents to Jupiter IV from the bottom of his heart.He finally understood what Roland had said to him.

——However, if Jupiter IV appears in front of him again, Xila will still choose to kill him.

Because, Xi La finally realized that she was actually not religious.

From the beginning, he didn't give all his heart to Tell.He also leaves room for thought and questioning.

It is not so much that he is worshiping Tire as that he is worshiping himself.

This may be the reason why he can still cause miracles here in the iron city that is isolated from the eyes of the gods.

However, Sira's recovery time began to take longer and longer.

Finally, today, for the first time, he fainted in the middle of his mission.

"You...you must not forget my teachings in the future, and keep my commandments in your heart."

With a tone of confessing something, Xi La said in a deep voice: "Don't let mercy and truth leave you, but tie them around your neck and engrave them on your heart."

"Listen—you must not complain and hate others in the future, and you must be tolerant to your brothers and sisters. You must remember that people will eventually be rewarded with good things, and you must not act arbitrarily for the sky."

Looking at the worshipers who were looking at her in fear, Xi La kept chanting in a hoarse and distorted voice.

There seemed to be some enlightenment in his heart.

... My time is almost here.

　Today is my birthday, and I just got home after dinner _(:з」∠)_
　　So you need to know that Chapter 2 is still very pending...

　　(First set up an anti-flag for yourself)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)