You will also encounter Shura Field after exile [Greek Mythology]

"Kill heretics."

The doctor leaned against the wall and squatted down slowly. He covered his ears and felt a splitting headache. The girl stretched out her hand and placed it gently on his shoulder.

"I want to save him." The doctor said softly, "I really want to save him."

"You can think of a way." The girl said softly.

"But why didn't you save them? Aren't they your children?" asked the doctor, "I've helped him escape from prison once, why did he throw himself into the trap again?"

"Because I'm not the savior." The girl looked at her fingers and thought for a while, "I really can't save every human being. If he is willing to throw himself into the trap, I may only encourage them."

"I don't have the enlightenment for them anymore." The girl smiled and said, "When the child grows up, he has to be responsible for himself."

She turned her head quietly, "Sometimes I also wonder if, as a god, if I support them more, it will become better, and then everything will start well."

"Why not?" asked the doctor.

"What do you mean, I'm busy trying various prison accommodations to find a perfect home for myself?" The girl smiled and raised her hand, "Forget it, I'm not talking nonsense."

"Because I want them to surpass the gods." The girl said softly, "They must conquer the gods by themselves, defeat the gods by themselves."

The doctor covered his face with his hands.

"You are no mother," he said.

"Maybe it's because I have to be both a father and a mother." The girl said without any guilt.

"But they are very similar to you." The doctor said softly, he poked his eyes out from between his fingers, looking at this barren world, "It's so much like you."

Today, a doctor was arrested.

His name was Michael Servetus.

To be honest, this man is very puzzling. He likes to steal corpses on the gallows and then research all kinds of strange theories.

All in all he lived a life of lawlessness and lack of awe, and wrote a ridiculous book which he dared to call The Christian Revival.

"Why baptism, and penance, you might get an infection," he said to the doctor, who had discussed certain medical matters in the church library, "and after careful study of the Bible, I When it was discovered that ancient times, at least Jesus himself, should not have been baptized."

"I think I'm quite right."

The doctor couldn't help but nodded. Although he didn't know if he was lying, he had indeed forgotten about being baptized.

"Then how could you still remember?" the girl couldn't help but said.

"Besides, worshiping a mummy is quite disgusting." The scholar whispered, "There are also things like angel feathers and finger bones."

The doctor agrees with this point. After death, it should be put in the coffin properly, and it should not be taken out to scare the children.

"That's why I plan to name my book "The Revival of Christianity." The scholar said earnestly.

"Very good." The doctor expressed his sincere approval.

"He's a talented man," said the doctor to the girl. "What he has come up with is quite right, to be honest."

"It's enough for him to be burned to death ten times." The girl judged.

The doctor chose to remain silent.

She was right.

Servetus was hunted.

"Please hold my hand." The doctor said softly, and the middle-aged man glanced at him unexpectedly, "Prison escape?"

"Yes, otherwise you will be killed," said the doctor, not knowing why he had acted in this way.

But his current physical condition is very unsuitable for this kind of physical work. After all, he is no longer a god.

Human beings are really weak. When he stood under the prison tower and looked up, he couldn't help but feel a certain powerlessness.

Prometheus dug out a pack of saw blades from his pocket and put them in his hand, "Come on." The girl said with a malicious smile, and the doctor took the saw blades.

"I'll show you the wind." The girl showed a smile, her brows and eyes were crooked, like a fox who taught the world to be bad, "Bon voyage."

The doctor looked at his hand, and there were already blisters. Servette shook his head, "Or don't saw it, because sooner or later you will die anyway."

"I don't think so." The doctor said solemnly, "You can continue to go north."

"Maybe." Servetus said softly, "but Calvin said that if he met me, he would kill me."

"What did you do to him?" said the doctor.

"Actually, I didn't say anything bad to him." Servette wrapped the saw blade and filed off the railing bit by bit, "But you just met me once, why do you do this for me?"

"Because I hope you can live." The doctor said softly, "Promise me to live and finish your research, okay?"

"Keep incognito and go straight north." He opened the railing.

The middle-aged man's hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

"If I can't do it, will you blame me?" He asked softly, his brown eyes still shining brightly in the dim light.

The doctor froze.

"Why?" he asked softly.

"Because my research is meaningless if I don't talk about it, but the person who talks about it will surely die. I'm already old, why don't I talk about it," he said.

The doctor was silent.

"Let's go." The doctor seemed to have made up his mind, "But I still want to save you."

I swore I would save everyone.

Everyone I meet should be rescued.

"Let's go, while there is still time."

Servetus grabbed his hand and flipped out of the window, "What's your name?"

"At least tell me your name."

The two climbed over the high wall in the deep night and came outside. The doctor's expression changed.

Because he saw some angel parading with a lantern, he raised his hand over Servetus' eyes.

The angel turned his pale, featureless face. The doctor knew that most angels and demons were like this, with no features and no body, a void under the cover of the robe.

Their sharing of senses is just a tool used by the Lord to observe the world.

"Why so many." He whispered.

"What?" Servetus asked softly.

"Nothing," said the doctor.

"Of course it's because of you." The doctor heard a voice, and the pale angels separated on both sides, representing the moon and the deceiving angel descending in the middle, and Servetus saw a halo of light through his fingers.

"I heard someone say that this prisoner claimed to have seen you, so I think you might come here, and maybe I can catch you and go back to do meritorious service."

Sariye played with her nails absently, "And I'm the Angel of the Moon, and I don't like to sleep at night."

Servetus couldn't help opening his eyes wide.

The man in front of him has a pair of blue and silver eyes, which are a pair of magic eyes recorded in the classics, this guy.No, this angel must be Sariel himself.

However, the doctor stood in front of him, "Is that so?"

"In other words, this mortal betrayed you, why do you always encounter such things?" Sariel said with a smile, "It's really unlucky you."

"You've always been like this." The doctor let out a long breath, "It's like you can't speak if you don't have a weird face."

"I don't have yin and yang." Sariel said softly, "Look, I really want to be promoted. You like giving so much, why can't you give it to me?"

"Or I'll ask that mortal." Sariye didn't know when she walked into her body, passed through the doctor's hand, and firmly shook Serbia's shoulder.

"Mortal, let me ask you." Sariel said with a smile, "Do you want your theory to be recognized by the Lord?"

Servetus' heart beat violently, what happened now was beyond his cognition, although miracles are often encountered in books.

but.

He must be Sariel without a doubt.

"Why does the Lord let believers use heavy rituals, do you understand?"

"To take up time," Servetus murmured.

"That's beautiful, mortal." Sariel said, his voice was suppressed very low, hissing like a snake, "So do you understand what you mean by opposing the Holy Trinity and the Baptism of the Holy Child?"

"It means." Servetus took a step back, breaking free from his shackles.

"Freedom, maybe." He said softly, lowering his eyes.

"If you insist on your point of view." Sariel said with a smile, "I have a gossip that you will be burned to death for several hours."

"It's very painful." Sariel circled around him and said persuasively, "Don't look at me like that, I'm also an archangel."

"Speaking of which, isn't the savior just for sacrifice?"

Sariel moved a little further away unhappily, "The scapegoat of the world, is it possible that human beings are so fraternal that they want to fight for some human rights for him?"

"If the savior really exists." Servetus said softly, "is it him?"

The doctor looked him in the eyes and nodded.

"Are you happy as before?" asked Servetus. "Please tell me the truth."

"To be honest, I'm not very happy." The doctor lowered his head.

"Since he really exists." The thin middle-aged man seemed to have made up his mind, "I will protect him even more."

"I will defend his right to live, I will defend his right as a human being."

Although his voice was soft, he was serious enough, "Even if it costs me my life, I don't care, because he just saved my life once."

"Whether it is my philosophy or my science, I can say that I have a clear conscience."

"I am willing to give my life to protect the Messiah's rights as a human being."

"I will burn, but this is only an event. Our discussion will continue in eternity." (1)

"Jesus, Son of the eternal Lord, send your mercy to me." (2) He lowered his eyes and prayed softly, "There is no need for me to leave, please leave, please respect my Enlightenment, my ideal, my belief."

Sariel was slightly stunned, "Okay." He suddenly burst into laughter, and patted the middle-aged man's shoulder, "The stake is waiting for you, but I wish you happiness."

Sariel passed him by, and the faceless angel dispersed behind the archangel. The doctor seemed to realize something and turned his head, but the angel of the moon just raised a hand without turning back, "No Run away?"

The doctor ran forward.

Sariel sat down and looked at the pale thick fog, but his wrist was grabbed by a white and slender hand, "Aren't you going to run?" The girl asked with a smile.

"Can I still escape?" Sariel asked.

"Of course you can't run away under normal circumstances." The girl raised a finger, "But if I show the angels another way, there is still a chance."

"How do you know I'm not here to arrest him?"

Sariel laughed, stood up, and stretched out a hand, "Okay, can I talk now?"

"My life depends entirely on you."

The author has something to say: (1) For Servetus' speech in court

(2) For Servetus' last words

Miguel Servet (miguelservet, formerly known as miguelservetoyesa, nicknamed "revés", alias migueldevilla

ueva or bsp;deville

Euve, written in Latin michaelservetus, September 1511, 9 - October 29, 1553), Spanish doctor, natural scientist of the Renaissance, discoverer of pulmonary circulation.

He was sentenced to death for two crimes, against the Trinity and against the Baptism of the Holy Child

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