Invade the white dove

In the belief of Aushen, the figures of concentric circles with matching sizes can be seen everywhere.

Some people interpret it as the most harmonious and flexible force in the world; some people think it represents "repeat" and "endless life"; some people say that this is actually Ao Shen telling the world that the continent under their feet is a circle.

There are different opinions, but as the representatives of Ao Shen in the human world, the envoys of the gods have never given an authoritative explanation for the symbol of the "ring", and at the same time, they have not explicitly denied that a certain explanation is wrong.

The silence of the envoy just confirmed the words of the God of God: Tolerance.

Accept all those who are in favor and all those who are against.

Every believer may have a different understanding of the ring, but they all unquestionably believe in the supreme god in their hearts, the only god who cannot be described with all the beautiful and kind words in the world.

I don't know if the Angel Thoth is in the sanctuary, can he get the news that he is in the city of Stanley?

He disrupted the arrangement of the envoy, and although he quickly won Kyle's trust, will it affect the Holy Court's next plan?

Julis looked at the small statue of the Goddess, who looked so much like the envoy of Thoth, and thought of the kind and handsome middle-aged man bathed in the holy light, suddenly he was a little afraid to see the envoy disappointed.

"Ulis, someone is coming." Sotiria reminded aloud.

The footsteps of the visitor were heavy, and he was still swearing and swearing. Julius heard that he had reached the kitchen door. He was about to turn the wooden statue with the face of the god of Austria around, but saw Sotiria lifted up hand, the delicate human face immediately became bare.

Sotiria turned the devil's ferocious face around again.

Those red eyeballs protruded outwards, and the corners of his mouth were grinning strangely and exaggeratedly, as if mocking Julis's ridiculous behavior just now.

Someone knocked on the half-closed kitchen door, three fast and two slow, representing a major discovery.

Julius' heart sank.

"Say."

"My lord, we found a palm-sized picture book in a room on the third floor. Although we are illiterate, the circle mentioned by His Majesty frequently appears in it, as well as a bald man in a beggar's clothes..."

"The bald man?"

"With an olive branch on his head, and dirty linen on his body, and long, curly brown hair mixed with his beard, it's hard to tell which is the nostril and which is the eye..."

It is the God of God.

The visitor was still talking about how ugly the "bald man" was, Julis couldn't listen anymore, he trampled the pieces of dishes on the floor, kicked open the wooden door, and threw a fist at the guy who was still talking. Reported Guards.

This ginger-haired young man is the deputy captain of one of the five search teams led this time.But the three guards under his charge, including Sean, saw their chief being beaten, but they all froze in place, no one dared to help.

The deputy captain who was knocked to the ground was silent, and bright red blood flowed from his twisted nose.

Julis casually stepped on the guard's hand that had not been withdrawn.

The crackling sound of finger bones being crushed entered the eardrums.

"He's such an eloquent officer, isn't he?" He lifted his toes lightly, kicked away his limp severed fingers, and pointed to the guards guarding the door: "Catch the boss and his wife of this house."

After a pause, he added, "If you struggle, kill on the spot."

After learning that the "clearance campaign" was about to start, Julis immediately asked Sotiria to send a letter, solemnly asking the proprietress to escape from the city in time.But he did not leave his signature on the letter.

I don't know if such a letter from an unknown source is enough to drive the proprietress to leave her hometown?

Two teams of five were ordered to leave.

Julius paced to the center of the hall.

The scene of walking into this tavern smelling of sweat and wine for the first time is still imprinted in his mind.

The room was still steaming even in the night of Stanley, which was so cold that his toes could be frozen off, and the tables and chairs were still spotless even though the oil stains had penetrated into the holes a long time ago. The proprietress at the wine table, and Lisa secretly watching him and the bard from behind the kitchen door.

It wasn't until now that he realized that the proprietress probably happened to run into him after she slipped out of the secret meeting that day.

Maybe the proprietress shouldn't lend a helping hand.

He stood still in front of a bench with his feet turned upside down, which had been ripped apart by the guards' iron swords.

"The deputy captain of the third team of the Gray Snake Battalion, Mondo."

"Private Sean."

"Private Heim.

"Private Harry."

He spoke slowly, his hoarse voice was very clear in this quiet hall.

The Guards, who were lying on the ground pretending to be dead just now, immediately crawled to Julis' feet on all fours after hearing his name.

"Deputy captain of the third team of the Gray Snake Battalion, Mondo is reporting to you, my lord."

Mundo still had nosebleeds on his lips, but he dared not wipe them.

In the guard barracks, it often happened that high-ranking officials bullied low-ranking soldiers, and those officers always liked to see their subordinates being beaten black and swollen, which could satisfy the officers' desire for violence.

So Mundo hoped that after seeing the ridiculous appearance of his nose bridge crooked, he would be temporarily satisfied and let him go.

But he miscalculated.

Julius didn't even move his eyeballs an inch.Instead, Sotiria, who was beside him, took the initiative to step forward and kicked lightly, and Mondo, who was lying beside him like a dog, was instantly kicked to the base of the wall by him.

The west wall of the tavern collapsed, dust hit the face, and everyone coughed.

An invisible barrier enveloped Ulis and Sotiria, and when the dust dispersed, Ulis walked towards the half-collapsed wall step by step.

The hand under the pile of stones was still moving.

"Vice-Captain Mondo Bailey, the second son of the Viscount. He was drafted into the army at the age of six and trained in the Guards Barracks for 12 years. A few days ago, the one who was guarding outside my door, but talking and laughing, was your team."

The leather boots stepped on the ground and made a crisp sound of "da" and "da". Julis spoke every word, his flat and hoarse voice seemed to be reading the sentence of the death row prisoner.

"It's not too young." He said.

"My lord..." Mundo just crawled out of the bricks, his face was covered with blood, but after hearing what the officer said, a chill climbed up his spine, and he immediately trembled in fright.He knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Yulis like pounding garlic, "My lord, please forgive me, I..."

Yulis turned his gaze to the palm-sized picture book spread out beside Mondo, bent down to pick it up, and wiped off the disgusting blood beads with his cuff.

Although the brushwork is rough, it can still be seen that it is a sermon map with the theme of "betrayal and forgiveness".

——The Renegade who betrayed his family and relatives was rapidly aging due to the punishment of the God of God, and his body was covered with terrible sores, but after he knelt before those who loved him and asked for forgiveness, he regained his youth and health.

"God is merciful," Julius read. "As long as you repent sincerely, God will forgive all sins. Ha, mercy, forgiveness, what a beautiful word."

He knelt down in front of Mundo, staring at the young man: "Are you asking me for forgiveness, like a false god forgiving sinners, Commander Mundo?"

Mundo nodded, then shook his head violently as if suddenly awakened: "No, no..."

Julius raised his eyebrows: "Senior Sean, the first, second, and tenth rules of the guards."

His hair was still covered with white that was kicked into the flour pile by Julis before. Sean, who was named, walked forward with a pale complexion, trembling, but replied in a voice almost roaring:

"Article [-] of the Guards Code: Commands from superiors must never be disobeyed; Rule [-]: Do not speak without the permission of the superior; Rule [-]: Do not act without the permission of the superior."

"If you violate the rules, Sean, the third class soldier, how should you deal with it?"

"For every violation of one, twenty lashes will be imposed. At the same time, he will be expelled from the barracks and will never be hired. My lord."

The tavern was silent, only Mondo's heavy breathing could be heard.

At this moment, Sotiria chuckled lightly: "Forty lashes, that's very little. How about this..."

As he spoke, he walked up to Julis, held Julis' tightly clenched fist that had been hidden under his sleeve, interlocked his fingers, and pressed them against Julis' ear as if talking about love. Beside him, but his voice was enough for everyone to hear: "The vice-captain just said a few words, so he will be whipped a few times."

Then, those well-shaped lips moved slightly, as if recalling what Mundo said: "160 eight characters, make up the number, 180. How about it?"

In the form of a high-level demon, the red tattoos on the corners of Sotiria's eyes became more vivid and beautiful because of his smile, but no one dared to indulge in this wine-like smile.

"180 lashes." Julis pinched the picture book in his hand, quickly glanced at the small statue of Oshen, then quickly moved his eyes away, and repeated, "180 lashes, the execution is now. Sean, this is you as the third team's new Vice Captain Jin's first mission."

Mundo shook his head in despair.

Different from ordinary whipping, the whips used by the guards to punish violations of the code are special, thin and long cowhide whips, five of which are twisted into one strand, and sharpened stones are tied to the ends of the whips.

During the execution, the whip was dipped in salt water, and every time he swung the whip with all his strength, within ten strokes, he would definitely beat the person to pieces.

No one has ever managed to survive forty lashes.And those who were lucky enough not to die on the spot just lived on the straw pile for two or three days longer.

Instead of dying so painfully...

Mondo's breathing suddenly became heavy. He looked at the "Death Knight" who was leaning on the devil's arms and acted coquettishly like a page boy, and quietly pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword.

But then he felt a chill on his wrist.

"No one can hurt him again."

It was the whisper of the devil.The shadow of a high-ranking demon enveloped him, with an aura of despair.

Mundo looked at his severed hand that was constantly spraying blood, and he didn't know how to scream.