In the Name of the Queen

The crime of causing the death of tens of thousands of people.

If it were a civilized era with enlightened people, this would be a very serious accusation, but this is an era where monarchy and theocracy are rampant.

Death during migration is easy to explain.

It can be directly washed into the price of pursuing faith.

This level of crime has been committed by the three major religious organizations and several major empires.

Heitingsen coughed lightly and was about to speak, but Christine had already spoken.

"The bloody migration in your country's history caused at least hundreds of thousands of deaths, and there are countless migrations with losses of tens of thousands. What qualifications do you have to stand on the moral high ground and accuse me?"

"I will do my best to ensure food and accommodation during the migration, personally provide treatment for the wounded and sick, and let the temple warriors ensure safety."

"I will do everything I can. If someone unfortunately dies on the way, I will also pray for them and preside over the atonement prayer so that their souls can be redeemed."

"Everything has a price. As long as there is a heart that yearns for light, these difficulties can be overcome."

She looked at Sif without flinching, without any fear.

Her meaning was very clear.

You Sussex did it too!

We are all crows, don't laugh at who is darker.

The history of the Sussex Empire lasts for more than 700 years. With such a long history, it is not surprising that there are several tyrants and incompetents.

In the barbaric era when civilians were not considered human beings, everyone has done this kind of thing.

If you really want to expose the truth, no one is clean.

Although Christine's words are not pleasant to hear, they are also true.

Roland secretly complained that this is a standard charlatan thinking. As long as the faith is firm, there is nothing that cannot be done. If it is not done, it means that the faith is not firm.

He did not speak, but wanted to see how Sif would respond.

Sif was not angry at Christine's words, she even smiled.

"You are right, this kind of tragedy has been staged countless times in the past."

"We should not repeat the tragedy of the past, so I brought hundreds of transport ships. I can provide the best migration and resettlement conditions, which cannot be replaced by a few empty slogans you shout."

Sif was righteous and tit-for-tat.

She is indeed qualified to speak loudly.

Can faith be eaten? Don't scare people with these nonsense.

Now is the trading time, don't pretend to be a saint.

Seeing that Christine was choked and speechless, Sif said coldly: "This is my biggest concession. You will do the ceremony, I will take the people away, and the cost will be shared by both parties."

Christine took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice: "Why should the cost be shared by both parties?"

"Roland, you tell me."

"So many people cooperate with you in the performance, this should be counted for money. We help you solve such a big trouble, and we should also be counted for money. We will not blackmail you, you take out 150,000 pounds, and we will have a pleasant cooperation."

Christine almost fainted.

Isn't this considered blackmail?

The annual income of the West Diocese of the Wende Empire where she is located is just this number.

She bit her lip and said: "This is indeed not blackmail, but naked extortion!"

Sif didn't like to hear this. She stood in front of Roland and glanced coldly at Christine's chest, and said disdainfully:

"Whatever you say, are you qualified to refuse?"

Christine's face changed.

With her current strength, it was good enough that she didn't lose all her troops in the conflict with Roland Sif.

Heitingsen kept winking at her, signaling her to stop talking and accept it quickly. If she continued to be stubborn, she might be beaten even harder.

Christine bit her lip, pondered for a moment and said slowly:

"Sif, I want to debate the scriptures with you. If I win, I will take you away."

"What if you lose?" Sif was a little curious.

"Then I will let you go, and I will pay for all the resettlement expenses." Christine said decisively.

Sif was a little curious, where did this guy get the confidence?

Debating the scriptures is a literary battle between the same religious sects, but a physical battle between different religions.

Whoever wins the debate wins.

I haven't heard that there is a saint of the eighth rank in the Court of Light. Is she looking for death?

Just as Sif was about to accept it, Roland pulled her back and blocked her.

"Miss Christine, if you don't accept the conditions, you can return to the ship and prepare for war. Imperial soldiers must fight when they meet the enemy!"

"You!"

Christine was furious. What is this? She refused to accept a fair duel?

Roland said calmly: "We are not of the same religion. We are both pagans. Killing each other does not require extra responsibility. If it is done properly, it will even be meritorious. You should understand this."

Christine's face was as pale as a piece of white paper.

Roland was indeed shameless.

Roland was not an ordinary person. He was in a high position and had great power. Even if a conflict between the two sides occurred, the Light God Court would not let Roland pay a heavy price.

Even if Roland really paid the price, she would not see it.

With the current power comparison, it would be difficult not to be completely wiped out.

After all, this was a water battle. The Sussex Navy could travel all over the world. Why was it afraid of inland artillery battles?

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Heitingsen quickly stood up to stop it.

"Christine, control your anger!"

"Governor Roland, I will remember your kindness. It is unwise for you to offend the entire Bright God Court for these 30,000 refugees."

Roland chuckled and said calmly: "Bishop Heitingsen is really a joke. I took hundreds of ships and thousands of people to pick up people, and prepared tens of thousands of people to support me, but you wanted me to return empty-handed. You offended me, not me."

Heitingsen was so angry that he couldn't speak.

He stared at Roland intently, and the harsh words on his lips suddenly stopped.

Harsh words without strength are a joke, so it is better not to say them.

He let out a long breath and said slowly: "Okay, okay, I, Heitingsen, solemnly swear here."

Before he finished swearing, Roland shook his head slowly, "I don't believe in the oath of clergy."

"What do you want?" Heitingsen could not hide his anger.

"Sign a treaty and agree on all the details of execution. No one can deny it."

Heitingsen was silent for a moment, and slowly asked: "Aren't you afraid that I will abandon the contract directly?"

"You can try."

Roland said calmly: "When I come to collect the debt, you will have to pay a fine."

Heitingsen was very angry with Roland, but he couldn't object.

The situation is stronger than people.

Roland took out a pen and paper and carefully wrote the treaty in the language of the Magic Empire.

The Magic Empire has been destroyed for many years, and their language has no longer evolved and is almost dead.

But the good thing about the Magic Empire language is that it is dead and will not produce new ambiguous changes.

This kind of accurate language is often used in the signing of formal treaties.

With a dark face, Heitingsen and Roland signed an unequal treaty that was destined to go down in history.

The treaty clearly stipulated the obligations and rights of the contracting parties, as well as the method and time limit for the payment of compensation, and the amount of penalty if the payment could not be made.

Looking at the huge penalty set by Roland, Heitingsen felt like he was going to have a heart attack.

After signing the treaty, the candidate saint Christine bit her lips tightly to prevent herself from making a sound.

She was afraid that she would curse.