Demon Royal Family

The chatter of the priests in the surrounding church floated into his ears.

"He's doomed."

"When he leaves the Holy Land, it will be his death."

"The friends of the Inquisition have gathered hundreds of night watchmen, and there is no way for him to escape."

After being coerced, priests from all over the country would write a fierce letter and send it back to the headquarters, requesting that the redeemer be punished. This became strong evidence to judge the failure of the redemption journey. In the eyes of everyone, Ivo could not escape this disaster.

Ivo looked calm, seemingly unaware of the priests' malicious intent.

…

The outcome of the journey to salvation is judged by the clergy, in the presence of the sureties.

Ivo was brought to a gorgeous room, where seven senior priests were sitting, the two archbishops on the ecclesiastical side (senior to the city bishop and inferior to the archbishop), Cardinal Prometheus (projected as a guarantor) attended), three high priests from the theocratic side, and an arbitrator from the judgment side, these are the candidates to judge the outcome of the journey of redemption.

The judging method is a voting system, but it is more demanding. Five or more candidates must agree to the redemption journey. In other words, if more than two people object, Ivo will fail.

Except for Prometheus, the other six people looked at Ivo with indifferent expressions. Ivo's behavior made them already have the answer in their hearts.

Prometheus sighed and said slowly: "You should not violate the rules."

Ivo shrugged, "Things changed, I was in a hurry, and I got used to it."

The arbiter snorted coldly, "A heretic is a heretic, and hell is your destination."

The high priest said solemnly: "Let's start the trial and hand over your Chapter of Salvation."

Ivo handed it over.

Starting from the left hand side, the Chapter of Salvation was turned around in the hands of seven people. Everyone closed their eyes and felt it for about a minute. This was to sense the information in the magic mark. As expected, the priests who were coerced were all there. The message was left in the magic mark, and the six people except Prometheus glanced at Ivo indifferently, with even more disgust in their eyes.

The archbishop took out a stack of letters and said, "These are all complaints from the priests who were coerced by you. Can you admit it?"

Ivo nodded, "I admit it."

"Then let's start voting," the arbitrator said coldly: "Failure."

"Failure." "Failure" "Failure"...

Six people in a row, all failed. Prometheus sighed, "Failure."

Opponents, everyone!

Ivo's face was calm, as he had expected it.

The senior priest said slowly: "If the journey of redemption fails, we will have people record the results of the trial. Tomorrow morning, all the priests in the Holy Land will be summoned in Marienplatz Square. The Pope will announce your failure in front of the entire Holy Land."

Ivo nodded calmly, as if accepting his fate, "I understand."

The seven people left one after another. The arbitrator glanced at Ivo before leaving and sneered: "We will meet soon, but in the dark cell of the adjudication office."

Ivo raised his eyebrows, "Do you know Orona?"

"We know each other, what's wrong?"

"Tell him we're not done yet."

The arbiter was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly, glanced at Ivo jokingly, and left with a smile.

In the eyes of the Arbitrator, Ivo was simply dreaming. Facing the failure of his own actions, he still wanted to take revenge on the Night Watch. He decided to let Ivo understand in a few days why some heretics would rather die than be caught. Enter the tribunal!

…

The news that the Redeemer's failure was announced in public tomorrow morning spread like wildfire. The priests of the church had known this for a long time and looked forward to Ivo's ugly face with a joking look on their faces.

Some angry young priests secretly prepared manpower and were unwilling to let Ivo leave unharmed.

Life in the Holy Land is dull and boring, and Ivo's good drama is a rare drama in the eyes of the church priests.

In their eyes, Ivo was like a clown at their mercy.

…

In the Cardinal's chamber, Delpassani learned about this from the deacon. He looked calm as if he had expected it, and waved his hand to tell his subordinates not to disturb him. "In the future, there is no need to report such trivial matters."

The deacon said with sincerity: "Sir, according to traditional practice, even if the Redeemer fails, all the priests will be present to witness tomorrow, and the Pope will also be present."

Delpasani nodded, indicating that he knew, but his mind was far away. He had long ignored the "insignificant" Ivo, but thought of his mortal enemy, the first red archbishop, Benedro Pushkin. They are already on the same level as each other. They have avoided seeing each other for a long time, but they will attend the same event tomorrow.

The Pope and the Patriarchate are very old, and they have already expressed the intention of replacing them with new ones. The overt and covert fights in the Holy See are becoming more and more intense. As a big tree on the side of the ecclesiastical power, Delpasani is not only preparing to compete for the position of the Pope, but also preparing to support the Patriarch. Competitor, Canaan is his target. Compared to the radical faction he represents, the conservative Benedro is more like muddle along and has no desire to compete.

When Delpassani was thinking about tomorrow's meeting, the Pope and Patriarch who were sitting on the top of the "God's Presence Tower", the tallest building in the Holy Land, also learned the news.

"Ivo Harricon, I still remember his name." The Pope sighed: "It is a pity that he failed."

The Patriarch shook his head, "We are all going to attend tomorrow. Are you preparing for baptism?"

"Only when the journey of redemption is successful or the redeemer asks for arbitration, I, the pope, need baptism. I heard that today the redeemer confessed to his crime, he will not ask for arbitration."

"makes sense."

…

Outside the Cardinal's study in the Personnel Office, Sam stood nervously outside the door, waiting for the big shot inside to decide his fate.

Half an hour later, a deacon came out, looked at Samu coldly, and said: "The Cardinal has decided to demote your position to a mid-level priest and stay in the Holy Land to pray to God. Your position will be replaced by someone else." "

Samu's face suddenly turned gray. The religious side had power, and most of the theocratic side were ascetics who prayed to God. Not only was he demoted, but he was also sent to the theocratic side, losing all his power. It was like being sent away. , even if it was his fault, such a punishment was still too severe, with almost no future.

Sam couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Deacon, I think my position transfer is too weird. What's going on?"

The deacon looked around and saw no one around, so he whispered: "The Cardinal has a strong opinion of you."

"Why?" Samu asked quickly.

"The Cardinal hates the Redeemer, but you brought him back. Your Majesty has a very bad impression of you." After leaving these words, the deacon left in a hurry.

Samu had a bitter look on his face. He didn't expect that he would be angered. He glanced at the study door angrily and left with a sigh.

Ivo was arranged to rest in the guest room and spent the night without talking.

Early the next morning, the "awakening bell" in the Holy Land rang twelve times.

A huge crowd gathered in Marienplatz. They were all priests of the Holy See. Their gorgeous priest robes exuded brilliance, like a sea of ​​​​light. Looking at the sea of ​​​​people, you could not see the edge of the crowd and could not count them.

Marienplatz is the largest square in the Holy Land. It is paved with white bricks, smooth and tidy, and seems to have strengthened the magic. It is spotless. It has always been the venue for large-scale prayer ceremonies and is rarely used. According to tradition, the journey of salvation will be held here.

In the center of the square is an altar-like circular stepped platform, divided into three steps. The magical thing is that each step is suspended in the air and not connected to each other. It surrounds and overlooks the circular elevated platform on the ground. This is a magical effect. The intervals are Just enough not to affect the sight of the surrounding crowd.

On the first step stood thirty-three cardinals and dozens of priests of the Word.

On the second step, there were seven red-robed archbishops, five white-robed archbishops, and three black-robed grand adjudicators.

On the highest platform, two old men stood side by side. One had exquisite and luxurious robes, a crown on his head, and a kind smile, but he could not hide the majesty accumulated over the years; the other had a simple white robe and white gold. His gray hair is tied up in a ring, his smile is compassionate and gentle, and he holds a pure white straight scepter in his hand. The top of the scepter is embedded with a golden gem. This is the famous symbol of the Patriarch - the white scepter!

Pope - St. Joseph!

Patriarch—Saint Landau!

All the dignitaries from the entire church gathered together!

Ivo walked slowly, and the crowd parted a road. Countless indifferent and joking eyes fell on him. The pressure was huge. If it were an ordinary person being stared at by tens of thousands of people, his hands and feet would already be shaking. But Ivo was indifferent. He has seen the world. People have experienced dozens of wars, so naturally they will not be intimidated by numbers.

Ivo walked to the high platform, looked up at the church dignitaries looking down at him, and twitched the corners of his mouth slightly. As long as there was a halo behind the heads of these people, this place would be the Western Heaven.

The eyes of the big shots in the church were indifferent and empty. One glance showed that his mind was not on Ivo at all. Everyone was thinking about their own things and had no interest in Ivo.

Everyone is here.

The pope's gentle voice sounded, and he said slowly: "Redeemer, the gods are watching your self-salvation, but you have not found the real way to salvation. There are flaws in your soul, but please don't be discouraged, tolerant The gods love any believer. As long as you persist in kindness and fraternity, you will one day be able to find your true self and complete the sublimation and redemption of your soul. You are regrettable now, but you also have a promising future. Here, I can only express my gratitude. I regret to announce that you..."

At this moment, Ivo, who seemed to have given up long ago, suddenly raised his head, with a smile on his lips, and said word by word: "His Majesty the Pope, I ask for baptismal arbitration!"

The whole place was in an uproar!

The eyes of the big men in the church suddenly solidified!