Urban Games: I can see malicious values

Chapter 152 Church of Pain: A Coachman

Yan Shu sat on the carriage, lifted the curtain and observed the surrounding environment.

Everyone seems to be living a normal life.

Except for those corpses, those tied to the wood, except for the maggot-smelling corpses.

"My lord, you should go to see the city lord first. It's against the rules for us to do this."

The coachman drove his carriage while talking.

There is a window in front of this carriage, which is convenient for the owner to communicate with the driver.

"Then why are you sending me there?"

Yan Shu was a little curious about the behavior of the coachman. He had never been to the West, and he didn't know the history of the West.

He can only roughly judge that it is now around the second industrial revolution.

"You are the head of the court of the Holy See, and I am the servant of the city lord. Compared to you, I know the city lord better."

"Going against the will of the city lord, I may be hanged and beaten by the city lord, but this is good enough."

The coachman didn't finish his sentence, but Yan Shu understood what he meant.

Would you rather offend your own master than offend the Holy See, or you, the head of the tribunal?

Yan Shu thought again of the servant who didn't straighten up until he left in the carriage.

Is this how the little people behave in the world?

Carefully but unexpectedly decisively made his own choice.

"Actually, it doesn't matter whether I see the Lord City Lord or not. I am loyal to the Holy See, and the Holy See is supreme."

After Yan Shu finished speaking, he drew a cross in front of his chest.

Yes, it feels a bit like a magic stick.

As for the reason why he didn't take the waiter's gold coin and didn't see the city lord before, it was also very simple.

[Gold Coins of Unjust Souls: Intermediate Maliciousness]

【Wusha Blessing: You found a gold coin with a ghost attached, no one cares whether he died for this gold coin. 】

For such things, Yan Shu subconsciously chose to refuse contact.

After all, every gold coin has medium-level malice, so what kind of scene will the city lord prepare for the five thousand gold coins?
As I said at the beginning of the game, there are very few copies of this kind, so I should do my part.

As for what will happen to that boy in the end, no one can guarantee.

After all, although the game is a copy, Yan Shu has never acted according to the script.

The coachman pulled Yan Shu to the door of the church, put down the pedals, and prepared to greet Yan Shu respectfully.

Yan Shu refused his support and jumped down with one step.

"I'm not the same as those dignitaries. I'm the head of the Heresy Trial. I'm just getting off the carriage, and I don't need other people's support."

After Yan Shu finished speaking, he threw out a golden leaf.

"Take this, if the city lord makes things difficult for you, you can change jobs."

Yan Shu said and began to look at the church in front of him.

And after the coachman over there collected the gold leaf.

He directly left the carriage that he depended on for survival, and ran back on the horse.

The coachman of the city lord said no matter how important he was, he was still a coachman and a servant.

He has no lofty ideals, he just wants to live with dignity.

He admitted that he was betting again just now, but the facts are already in front of him, and he made the right bet.

This piece of gold leaf from the head of the trial is not comparable to the tattered gold coins issued by the city lord.

Having been single for 40 years, he can not only marry a wife with this golden leaf, but even buy a piece of farmland and become a leisurely farmer.

By the way, you can hire two more young and beautiful maids.

Then give birth to a lovely little son, his son does not need to sleep with the horse, let alone pick up the manure and fodder

At that time, he will be the master, and his son will be the young master, just like the son of the city lord.

That feeling of happiness has completely surrounded the coachman, and he is about to leave the city now.

Yan Shu, who was watching the church, didn't care about the coachman leaving.

And two steps forward, touching the door of the church, feeling the history of this church.

"The Cathedral of Keynos, translated as the sanctuary of the gods, was built 300 years ago. The Red Archbishop personally presided over the baptism, and finally chose to open the church to preach on the day when the god was born. It is known in history as: the day of the baptism of the god."

An old priest came out from the small door behind Yan Shu.

Then he pushed his glasses, and slowly came to Yan Shu's side.

"It's spectacular, isn't it? When I saw this church for the first time, I made up my mind to become a servant of God. Now I have succeeded."

The old priest said, stretching out the hand wrapped around the cross: "Archbishop Kynos—Adams White."

Yan Shu also stretched out his hand: "The head of the trial—Ganjadi."

The two people's hands were separated at the touch of each other, and after their eyes crossed, they turned back to the gate together.

"The Pope sent a director of the Inquisition Institute this time, is he planning to completely clear this place?"

"If you think it is, then it is, if you think it is not, then it is not, as long as you don't hinder me from doing things."

As Yan Shu said, he moved his right hand.

The opponent's hand was very strong. If his current physique were not high enough, he would probably have his hand bones crushed by this priest.

"If the Pope's oral order is to wipe out the remaining people here, please forgive me for not letting you in."

The old priest said, while moving his hand, while covering up the pain from his hand just now.

The presiding judge on the opposite side is not simple.

Although his body is no longer what it used to be.

But how could the only survivor in this catastrophe have no means of his own.

"The reason? As a local bishop, do you want to rebel against the Pope? Do you know what this means?"

Yan Shu is conscientiously acting as the director of the Inquisition, a conscientious and good subordinate who is loyal to the Pope.

"You have to know that those monsters inside were once the servants of the Lord. They should be purified, not confiscated."

"Then can you tell me why these people who once held the Bible and swore their allegiance to the Lord forever turned into monsters?"

Yan Shu is not in a hurry, he is not in a hurry, the task is to clear the payment, and he didn't say that everyone must be killed immediately.

He didn't want to cause trouble, and he wasn't interested in making enemies everywhere. He didn't want to talk to the city lord, so he came directly to the church.

But ignore this old man, do you want him to go back to the city lord? Does he want to lose face?
The bishop on the opposite side saw that there was something to talk about, and he didn't rush to make a move. Instead, he pointed to the small door over there.

"Go in and sit?"

"not interested."

"When you face an ordinary coachman, you can give him a gold coin, can't you give an old man some time?"

"The coachman is indeed an ordinary coachman, but the old man is not an ordinary old man. I don't have time to waste here with you. His Majesty the Pope is waiting for my return."

"So it's not negotiable?"

"I have been discussing with you all the time. It is because I am discussing with you that I have not completed the task assigned to me by His Highness the Pope. Your Excellency, I hope you have not betrayed the gods behind you."

As Yan Shu said, he silently took out his weapon.

A shimmering and enlarged scalpel with Mo Qiling's amplification.

This scalpel is longer than a red tasseled spear.

(End of this chapter)