Crimson Servant

A prisoner said this as a sorcerer at a review meeting for his crime in front of three judges, one of whom was an orthodox priest. A warlock is a profession that believes in a certain great being and makes a contract with it to obtain spells given to it. It can be said that the talent of a warlock completely relies on the support of the contracted being. Warlocks are not priests, but more like priests. Many treacherous priests will change their profession to become warlocks.

But John Kemp made a declaration that was not pious about the existence of his contract, which... gave people an unreal absurdity.

Hardy Elshah folded his arms and sat in his seat, shaking as if he had caught the cold. The wingman pastor was taking a deep breath, suppressing the weird thoughts that kept popping up in his heart. No one doubted that this lady would soon be like her. They exploded like feathers standing on end.

The noble Elledge calmed his companions and motioned for John to continue.

So the warlock raised his hands, palms facing outward, and continued his slow and rhythmic expression amidst the sound of the magic-suppressing golden shackles.

"...At first I was completely disoriented and fearfully learned the rituals from my enemies at their behest. I yielded to any of their instructions like a follower of the Veltis. The ritual was successfully completed, but again Unlike what they expected, the Crimson God did not show me special preferential treatment in the sacrifice, as if the cultists' cancellation of the sacrifice and acceptance of me was just a temporary act of kindness on their part. They were soon disappointed, and more and more The sight of danger stimulated me. The desire to survive forced me to work hard to please the god. I had to make myself more favored than them. In the eyes of those madmen, it was obvious that there was no difference between similar people and sacrifices. "

"I have tried various methods, but with little success. I have always thought it was a matter of piety, which made me believe in a demon that destroyed my life. I cannot accept it. But now I am asked to perform better than a fanatical believer. , It’s simply a joke played by fate.”

"Just when I was in deep panic, I numbly performed another sacrificial ceremony according to my habit. I panicked and mistakenly replaced the designated sacrifice issued by the cultists with the bloody beef for food. However, As I waited desperately, the ceremony was completed."

"That's when I realized that the vision I was looking forward to had actually always existed."

"Such an ungodly Wiltis magician, I am the anomaly. I have no piety, but I can get a response. Why should I abide by the rituals taught by them, learn their piety, surpass them, and compare short with long? .To survive, I had to change.”

"What have you changed?" Louis asked quietly. His double chin was less than ten centimeters from the table, like a fat mouse lying on it to avoid being discovered. Elledge remained silent, and Pastor Hardy covered his ears, as if to block the cultists' blasphemous language from his head. He made no other move.

"I changed my thinking."

"I started thinking about what Wiltis wanted."

"Believers offer sacrifices because they want to get a response from their faith, to get their attention and blessings. To this end, Vertis believers hold cult rituals and massacre and sacrifice living people. This is what believers want, but this is Is this what Wiltis wants? Why should a great being who can cause catastrophes and turn an area into hell with just a raise of his hand respond to bloody sacrificial rituals? Because flesh and bones are his power and authority, he will show his power to the court. His sacrificial followers reward similar behavior..."

Louis Jim looked at John like he was looking at a monster. Although he was an atheist and occasionally pretended to be pious to one of the eight Holy Spirits when necessary, he still did not dare to openly call the name of the Holy Spirit, let alone speak ill of Him to his face. Being, trying to figure out His intentions. This is not only blasphemy, it is simply unforgivable. This kind of John Camp is simply a cultist among cultists. The crimson god, the endless red mist, why didn't the corruptor Veltis kill him? Is he crazy? Stop thinking about it, Louis, it's not you who is favored by the devil. Don't think about these terrible things.

"In trying again and again, I found the essence of the Wiltis ritual. Unlike those madmen who are intoxicated in the fanaticism of power and worship, I found the true appearance of Wiltis' power..."

John Kemp raised his head proudly, and looked over the heads of the judges to the higher beams, as if looking through them to the infinite starry sky, looking straight into the endless red mist.

"The Crimson God extracts the spirituality from life. The body is the carrier of spirituality. Every time it is sacrificed, it will harvest the surging spirituality, and the remaining residue will be corrupted into the spell given to us. Just like a transaction, We gather our spirits for Him, and He sends them down and gives them.”

"Blood is the best carrier, because blood is full of spirituality, and blood can be regenerated, which is convenient for me to collect. There are various types of spirituality, good or bad, and torturing the sacrifices to induce deeper fear and despair is a common method used by cultists. ...But I found a better spirituality. Because of an accident, I sacrificed a Wiltis cultist to Wiltis. That existence still responded to me and gave me new evil magic, [Viltis Chains of Sin], I realized then that He favored the sinful soul that caused the bloody tragedy more than the fanaticism in the hearts of believers for Him. The fallen spirituality stained with sin is the best sacrifice."

"I have concluded that the blood of sinners is the perfect sacrifice for Veltis."

"Later, I proved myself right. I obtained more spells than other Veltis warlocks, and I had some special characteristics... It was with these special characteristics that I miraculously survived the [Rotten Red Disaster]. I I understand Veltis better than every believer who serves Him, even if I am particularly ungrateful.”

The distinguished Elici Seabuckthorn took a deep breath, looked at his companions beside him, and stamped his seal without any further hesitation.

"John Kemp, I pronounce you guilty!"

The guards escorted the magician back to prison. He will be sent to an independent confinement room for a three-day observation period before being transferred back to his cell.

Before leaving, Elledge stopped the warlock.

"I have a question, prisoner. If you really hate the devil who caused everything, why do you still use his power and falsely believe in him now?"

John Kemp turned his head and looked back at the tall congressman.

"If you had nothing to gain, and the only thing worthy of praise was what you hated, would you give it up, Scalesman?"

Elledge returned to silence and watched John Kemp disappear behind the door.

Hardy Elshah immediately stood up and turned to look at the two gentlemen who were also judges.

"I also ask these two gentlemen not to dwell on the criminal's lies, and please also pay attention to curb the spread of rumors. If anything unusual happens to you during this period, please go to the church quickly. I am waiting there at any time, waiting for the Holy Spirit to purify you. . Holy Spirit, I sincerely hope that the lies of the cultists will not interfere with your work mood."

"Of course not!" Louis raised his voice, "We all know that the prisoner is lying, don't we?"

Facing the gazes of the two men, the noble Elledge Buckthorn silently packed up the files belonging to John Kemp and picked up the next one.

"Sullivan Prison has seen too many bizarre things."

…

The heavy iron door of the solitary room slammed shut, and John Camp stood in the dark chamber wearing magic-suppressing gold shackles, his blue eyes slowly closing.

…

As dusk approached, the oil lamps in the prison were lit one by one. The three judges were invited to the warden's office. The warden was also a lizardman from the Sea Buckthorn tribe. From the moment he left the chair and enthusiastically held the noble Ellich's hand, it could be seen that they had a close relationship.

"Adgar." After hugging the warden, Elledge touched the dragon's horn lightly, and the two gold rings made a sound.

"Lord Elledge, you are well." The warden laughed, showing his tongue and licking the exposed fangs. Warden Adgar then saw the other two reviewers, quickly retracted his tongue, and exchanged greetings as usual. Ms. Hardy showed a bit of clergy reserve, and Louis laughed, holding up the brewed tea and praising the taste.

"Sir Elledge, I have ordered people to start examining the body of [Cold-Blooded] Martin Connelly this afternoon. We will get a report soon, and we will also have some clues about the interrogation of several other accomplices in prison."

"That's right. Your father will be proud of you. We are all satisfied that you will succeed the warden of Sullivan Prison, Adgar." The distinguished Elledge gave a few more words, and Adgar's tail waggled. A bit bigger.

Just as the warden was about to say goodbye to the assessor, a guard hurriedly broke into the office. He stopped by the door and reported hurriedly: "Sir! We found a problem in Martin Connelly's body!"

"what is the problem?"

The guard glanced at the others and looked at the commander again.

"Answer directly, soldier."

"Yes! Sir! We found traces of evil magic damage in the criminal's body!"

Witchcraft? ! At the same time, the reviewer's mind thought of the tall, thin and pale figure. Betrayal? Internal strife? Hardy Elshah recalled the examination report of the wounded in Noritdan, and Ellich Buckthorn recalled the episode of the riot.

Nameless subdued the lord-killing thug and raised the alarm...

There were no traces of witchcraft harm on Noritten's victims, but rather the presence of Martin Connelly...

The noble Ellich Buckthorn looked at the guard.

"Other criminals detained during the Nolitdan riot! How are they doing?"

The guard was forced to answer the question unconsciously, "They should have just finished the interrogation and are being escorted to the cells separately..."

"Report!!!" Another guard rushed into the office, his steps hurried and his expression panicked.

"There's a riot in the prison! Sir! The prisoners are storming the prison cells of serious prisoners!"

Several people stood up quickly, and Warden Adgar's pupils almost turned into tiny needles. He was angry and about to give an order.

"Adgar."

"Lord Elledge! I will prove it to you...!!"

"Take someone to guard the prison door."

"But……"

"I will handle the prisoner riots. Adgar, the warden needs a calm mind. Remember, you are no longer a warrior, you are now a commander. The situation is now turbulent, and there are constant frictions between the Eversa Empire and the surrounding areas. You You have to seize the time to grow up.”

The warden, under the intimidation of the noble Elledge, calmed down and said: "How many helpers do you need, my lord?"

"It doesn't take much, you know it."

"I will immediately mobilize the guards. Please hold on until reinforcements arrive." Adgar stopped staying and left in a hurry.

The distinguished Elledge Seabuckthorn turned his head and said to the judges with a slight apology: "I'm sorry, madam, sir, for disturbing your rest arrangements later. I would like to apologize for getting you involved in Seabuckthorn's internal affairs. , please follow Adgar's footsteps and leave this place that will soon lead to danger. He has seen you and will let you go."

Ms. Hardy and Mr. Lewis looked at each other.

She made a prayer gesture, stepped forward, and said to Elledge: "I have sworn before the Holy Spirit that what I said will not go against my heart. In the face of atrocities, there is no reason to escape. Elder Lin, I am willing to help you. I understand your fighting style and I won’t hold you back.”

The noble Elici Seabuckthorn looked at Hardy Elshah, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

"What kind of weapon does Ms. Hardy specialize in?"

"A stick or a spear will do."

"We have these in the armory."

Elledge noticed that another commentator was still standing there. He glanced vaguely at Louis' beer belly and politely said that the escort would arrive soon.

Louis Jim didn't care, and just took out two bottles of finely crafted glass bottles of medicine from his pocket.

"Honorable Elder Scales, I really can't help, but they can. The brown [Stoneskin Potion] and the red [Healing Potion], remember to drink them all at once. They taste bad, so I mixed some honey."

Elledge took the gift from Louis, and the beautiful liquid in the glass bottle softly told of its extraordinary quality.

"When the riot is suppressed, I will pay you, Congressman Jim."

Louis smiled.

"You can also pay the bill with the scales dropped from the battle, Elder Scales."

The noble Elledge glared at him.

"You're so... annoying, Louis."