Tyrant Code

After an exchange, Gordo and Atricia successfully brushed up a wave of pagan friendliness.Gordo praised the achievements of the Shenna Cult in the field of soul magic, and the pagans also praised Attricia's magical aptitude enough to inherit the skull.After a 15-minute commercial bragging, their relationship grew closer, and they also looked forward to a bright future where the Pope could be defeated.

The so-called enemy of an enemy is a friend.Although they all tacitly avoided talking about the final destination of the skull, Gordon understood that it was not so easy for the Shenna Cult to give up collecting skulls.

This is their long-cherished wish for hundreds of years in the Western Continent.The current believers must not be the generation that left the island.They are the ones who have inherited the legacy from their parents and grandparents.Their desire for skulls may have gone beyond the sense of belonging to the Shenna religion, and there is a bond of blood and ethnicity in it-after the pope killed the believers and took away the treasures, this desire to collect the skulls was mixed again into a deep hatred.They should hate the predators for ruining their lives.

Claudius and Julian should also be predators in their eyes-Atricia is the skull inherited from the "predator"-so, from the perspective of Shennaism, Atrice's aptitude No matter how good it is, it can only be regarded as the "successor" of the predator.

Gordo watched the faint fanaticism in the pagan's eyes with cold eyes, with a formulaic gentle smile on his face, and his eyes turned cold without a trace.

"After talking so much, I still don't know your name." He asked.

"...Pei Tan," replied the pagan, "my name is Pei Tan."

"Okay, Pei Tan." Goldo smiled, "Since we have a unified goal, then we should not be enemies. In exchange for the information just now, I will save your life. But you may be locked up in the I've been in this prison for a long time—I can find a chance to give you back your freedom, but I hope you can cooperate with us."

"What do you want to cooperate with you? If there is a plan to kill the Pope, I am willing to participate." Pei Tan said.

"No, you may have misunderstood what I mean." The black-haired young man smiled gently. The dim candlelight around him could not illuminate his dark eyes. If Pei Tan gives an answer that displeases the other party, he will fall into the abyss forever, "It is worth my effort to save, and there are only two options: collaborators and subordinates. Unfortunately, I have no choice but for stragglers and rogues." The guy is not interested, so in terms of cooperation, I really don't have much intention. But if you choose to be my subordinate and completely follow my instructions, it will be different."

Pei Tan: "..."

Pei Tan: "But I am a believer in the Shenna religion."

"I know. I just want the Pope to fall, so that I can live a more comfortable life in the future. For this reason, I will use all the power I can use-to be honest, what belief you have has nothing to do with me, a person's strength and character And it has nothing to do with faith... I just need you to complete the work satisfactorily." Gordon nodded.

Pei Tan: "... work?"

Goldo: "Yes, I am more inclined to offer you a job. After we achieve our goal of killing the Pope, we can break up at any time. It depends on your own wishes."

Pei Tan stared blankly at Gordon.

This is the first time he heard the statement that "a person's strength, character and belief are not directly related".

As a pagan, he knew the difficulties of life for pagans.Needless to say, the harsh treatment of laws and policies, even hard-working, self-supporting pagans have a hard time gaining a foothold in the crowd, and the same is true in all walks of life.It is because of the exclusion that most heretics live alone, or simply gather together with people of the same belief-but the gathering of heretics violates the Kingdom's law and order, and such organizations are often expelled.

Pei Tan didn't know if this too young bishop really did anything to fight against the Pope, and he didn't know if what he said today came from the bottom of his heart, but when the other party said these words too naturally, it was hard for Pei Tan to doubt Goldo's sincerity in this regard.

"You are really... different." Pei Tan commented.

Gordon smiled.

After a while, the embarrassed pagan raised his head from the fence, staring directly at Gordon, he heard his chest vibrate and gave the answer:

"Then it's settled."

Atrichia, who watched Gordon take in the younger brother all the time, said lightly after they walked out of the prison door side by side: "You really don't mind meat and vegetables."

Gordon staggered: "Teacher, meat and vegetables are not taboo...is this how it is used?"

"You even dare to recruit heretics, what else are you afraid of?" Atricia sneered and glanced at him, her white priest-style robes were spotless.

Only then did Gordon remember that Atricia was also a believer in the Holy Lord.

Although he differs from the mainstream belief in the Holy Lord, he doesn't have much affection for people from other sects.Goldo was also well-read in the seminary, and he had seen many religious scholars with profound knowledge and good character express their contempt and perfunctory for paganism in their works.Even the most merciful disciples of the Holy Lord are only advocating that all pagans be given the opportunity to convert to the Holy Bishop and be re-baptized.Of course, 90.00% of heretics would reject such a thing as conversion, and at this time, those merciful saints could only euphemistically say "you can't save it, let's die", and then continue to acquiesce that the country regards heretics as second Wait for citizens to look at it.

So... Yatricia also doesn't like the Shenna Cult?

In fact, regarding the heretics, even though Goldo knew that they were in a difficult situation, he would not really stand up for them casually.He is also a black magician himself, and he knows how terrible the prejudice of the people is, so he can only try his best to cover his vest for the time being.It's even more nonsense to say that Gordon helped this heretic because they felt sorry for each other and hurt each other...

"I did this just to hold him in my hands." Goldo explained, "Once the information on him is leaked, it will directly threaten our lives. But I can't do the killing and silence. I don't think it's the kind of situation where I have to cut grass and roots... For the sake of his proficiency in elemental magic, there's nothing wrong with recruiting him."

After listening to his explanation, Atricia was silent for a moment: "I was just talking casually. I probably guessed these, you don't have to explain it so seriously."

Gordon smiled helplessly: "I can't help it. I'm afraid you might misunderstand me. I can't bear this the most."

Atricia: "..."

Inexplicably, he became displeased again, and cast his gaze to the corner indiscriminately, unwilling to look back at Gordo's increasingly conspicuous face.

**

Gordo and Atrisia parted ways before returning to the Inquisition.

When Goldo saw the person, Uris, the director of the referee, was wearing a golden monocle, looking at something carefully. Only when Goldo approached did he realize that what he was holding was a Charred hand bones.

... Judging from the taste, it should not be a toy.

Goldo approached again and again while covering his nose, frowning: "What are you doing?"

Has the Inquisition been down to the point that several coroners can't afford to be hired, and the director needs to go into battle in person?

"Ah, it's you again, His Excellency the Bishop." Uris turned his head, with a strong nasal voice, and Gordon realized that this guy had blocked both of his nostrils with wax pills, no wonder he looked so With ease, "I'm studying the effects of a black magic potion on the human body... This is a fresh dead finger, but after pouring a few drops on it, it becomes like this. Isn't it amazing?"

Gordo took the bottle of potion suspiciously and observed it for a long time: "Isn't this sulfuric acid?"

Uris: "Huh?"

Goldo: "The solvent used by alchemists to dissolve metals...is not a product of black magic. Don't you know?"

Uris let out an "ah" with some disappointment: "It's not like you don't know how mysterious an alchemist is. I've never met one in my life. Of course I don't know it's what they use." He shook his head as he spoke. Ling called one of his subordinates, and said without interest, "Let him go. He is probably a half-baked alchemist, not a heretic."

The subordinate nodded at first, and then said with some embarrassment: "But Director, the person cannot be released for the time being."

Uris: "Why?"

Subordinate: "He lost a lot of blood during the torture and passed out. Now the doctor is bandaging him."

Uris: "Feel free, don't take the bandage too seriously, as long as the person is not dead. He is not a heretic, he is also a liar who defrauded citizens of a large amount of property under the guise of alchemy... Just throw him to the patrol department, The sheriff will handle it himself."

Goldo: "..." The Inquisition looks really unreliable.

Looking at Gordo's eyes of condemnation, Uris threw away the severed finger and defended himself: "Our court has now rectified, and all cases have to be reported for approval, really."

Seeing that Gordo still didn't believe it, Uris remembered that Gordo, the current King's Bishop, was trying a case of abuse of religious power. If he wanted to trouble the court, it would be easier than a child stabbing an ant nest, so He said with the momentum that could be called breaking the boat: "Although our previous director occasionally received private work from the Pope, but since I took office, I have never done it again. I swear it is true."

Goldo said with a smile: "That's not what you meant when you sent someone to my door last time. It was His Excellency the Pope who opened and closed his mouth."

Uris sighed: "No matter how much the referee can't hold back the Pope, since he has issued an order, I can't stop doing it... It's just a routine cross-examination. I also told my subordinates to just put on a show."

"Stop talking nonsense, do me a favor." Gordon said.

Uris blinked his eyes: "Actually, I'm really busy, I'm afraid it will delay your business..."

"I know you have a good relationship with Warren. After you became the director, you should have used the favors of the past to manipulate others." Goldo said with a smile, "Do you still want Warren to continue to help you?"

Uris: "..."

Uris took off his glasses and wax pills, and changed his face in an instant: "Then tell me."

"I want to find out where the meeting place of the Shenna religion is." Goldo said, "In terms of tracing the roots of heretics, no one can compare to your Inquisition."

"...there is more than one gathering place of Shenna Cult in Selanka." Uris Wen said.

Goldo replied without hesitation: "Look south."

The pagan's name was Pei Tan.

"Peitan" means "rock" in Selanka slang.But this is only the language spoken in some villages in the southern coastal areas.If the Shenna religion is distributed in Seranka, then at least there should be a settlement in the south.

Uris nodded: "This will save a lot of trouble... But, I would like to ask, what happens after I find it?"

Goldo: "When you find them, keep an eye on them, but you don't have to do anything."

Uris: "Okay." By the way, he asked curiously, "Why are you looking for them?"

The dark-haired bishop was silent for a moment.

In the end, he lowered his head slightly, and his white jaw stretched out in a delicate and indifferent arc.

"Nothing. Just being a hostage."