Son of Light and Darkness

The cell of the temple.

Strong chains bound Eli's hands behind his back, preventing him from using dark magic.

The hem of the long skirt he was wearing had been torn in half to facilitate custody.His slender legs were exposed, and a dark iron chain was attached to his ankles, and the other end was connected to the wall behind him.

The heavy anklet and bracelet are enough to make a weak magician wait for death.But for the most dangerous profession on the mainland—the dark magician, obviously such treatment is not too much.

Eli sat on the cold chair, raised his eyes slightly, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

On the wall opposite him, various types of instruments of torture were hung all over the wall.

This room was the most notorious cell in the last century, and the deacon of the temple gave it an interesting name-the Baptism of Death.

None of the dark magicians who entered this room were able to leave intact.More precisely, none of them were able to leave.

More than [-] dark magicians who were arrested did not accept the fire, but died here.

Of course, to the outside world, they would never admit the existence of such a torture chamber.

And people who have been here can't prove the real existence of this place. Whether this prison cell really exists has always been a focus of controversy among people on the mainland.

"You're very lucky. No one has been here for more than 20 years." Carlisle, the deacon who arrested Eli, stood in front of the row of torture instruments that were dark and bloody because they were used too much, showing a nostalgic look. Look, "Since the dragon knight Sisi drove those people to the city of exile, there has never been a dark magician on the mainland."

Eli looked at him quietly.

His eyes fell on the row of hideous and cruel instruments of torture, and it seemed that he could still hear the miserable cries of those arrested dark magicians in his ears.These things that have infected countless lives made him feel chills in his bones.

"This leather whip was used on Cecilia, the most famous dark saint magister." Carlisle took down a metal leather whip full of barbs, and smiled faintly at Eli, "When she first She refused to explain anything, and then I whipped her a hundred and seven lashes with my own hands."

Seeing Eli's still indifferent expression, Carlisle stretched out his whip and raised Eli's jaw: "Of course, she died, and she has no chance to explain."

"Now, I need your cooperation. Of course, you can also choose to be a hero like Cecilia, but how many whips can you withstand with your small body?" Carlisle shook his head regretfully.

He retracted the whip, and the sharp barbs brushed against Eli's lips intentionally or unintentionally, drawing a light bloodstain.

"What do you have to do with the dark magicians who attacked the temple yesterday and killed a vice-bishop?" Carlisle sat down opposite Eli and asked.

Eli was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "Are you planning to change another crime for me? Why bother, killing the person you want to kill in the name of trial isn't what you are best at?"

Carlisle narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was judging Eli's words. After a while, he casually smiled again: "You are right. Although your mentor is Raphael, I haven't put him in my eyes yet. Even if What can he and Hailar do together? Although it is a bit tricky, I believe the temple is still capable of dealing with two holy magisters."

"Then let's discuss Daphne's problem? Did you kill her?" Carlisle asked again.

Eli looked at him: "Can you give me a reason to kill her?"

Carlisle didn't think it was disobedient, but nodded rather troubled: "Actually, I often find a reasonable reason for people like you. But...do you really need a reason for killing people?"

"Destined to be abandoned by God since birth, and fell into the darkness without knowing it, the pathetic life chose to invest in the power of decay, using the power of the God of Darkness to wantonly deprive others of their lives, the filthy black..." Carlisle said softly.

His voice seemed to have some demagogic power, and Eli gradually lowered his eyes.

Filth...darkness...but was that something he could choose?

If, if possible, he also hopes to be able to have everything like his brother.But why was he destined to be abandoned by the whole world as soon as he was born?

Eli's spirit gradually became fragile, and scenes of chaotic scenes seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

"Tell me your name?" Carlisle still asked in a calm tone.

"Eli Christopher." Eli resisted a little, but answered afterwards.

Carlisle nodded with satisfaction: "Tell me, is Li a dark magician?"

Eli resisted even more. His mental power was already a hundred times stronger than that of ordinary people, and he was controlled by Carlisle only because of the unexpected way of the other party.

Suddenly, his finger wearing the ring of the God of Darkness hurt, and his whole body became sober.

Carlisle couldn't help raising his eyebrows when he saw Eli's eyes gradually clear from blur.

In the course of his interrogation, no one has yet escaped his control, Eli being the first exception.

"This kind of trick is very boring." Eli looked at Carlisle mockingly.

Carlisle finally got a little annoyed.

Without saying a word, he threw away the whip in his hand, ready to fetch another instrument of torture.

The door of the room was suddenly opened.

A knight in white came in and whispered a few words in Carlisle's ear.

Although Eli was close, he couldn't hear a word clearly.

"You're really lucky. His Excellency the Pope is going to publicly judge you now. Congratulations, you can die a little easier." Carlisle said easily.

Eli was silent.

That Pope, he had only seen from a distance last night.

Indifferent and aloof, these are all his impressions of that person.

Tribunal of the temple.

The pope was wearing a golden robe, his handsome face was like a statue, without any expression.

A badge of crosses and roses was hung on his chest, and there was an almost substantive cold light in his ice blue eyes.

The other thirteen cardinals sat on either side, as well as the deacons and audience who participated in the trial.

Eli was brought to trial.

"The person being tried, Eli Christopher. The crime is the murder of Daphne, the daughter of His Royal Highness Prince Rupert. The judge, His Majesty the Pope. The jury, the thirteen bishops. Attending, Prince Rupert, the great prince of the Western Yuan Empire Your Highness..."

Eli frowned slightly.

Is Senior listening here?

So, will he tell his brother?

"Bring witnesses first." The Pope glanced at Eli's distressed appearance, and said calmly.

That arrogant demeanor was quite different from Mephisto's.

Eli began to laugh at himself. At first he thought that Mephisto and the Pope looked alike, but now it seemed that he had bad eyesight.

Mephisto has always been gentle, careful, and caring for him quietly.He had never seen this kind of expression on Mephisto's face.

Witnesses are brought up.

The visitor had blond hair rolled up, with an elegant and noble demeanor.She glanced at Eli, and bowed to the aloof Pope: "Anastasia has met His Majesty the Pope, my lords."

The Pope nodded: "Very good, Anastasia, tell me your identity?"

Anastasia said: "I am Anastasia, the No.11 princess of the Western Yuan royal family. I am also studying at the Royal Academy of Magic and met Eli."

"How did you meet?" a bishop asked.

Anastasia replied, "I had a little friction with Miss Daphne, and he helped me."

The bishop asked again: "Now, have you ever suspected that he approached you on purpose? Princess Anastasia, please answer carefully."

Eli finally tilted his face slightly.

Anastasia didn't hesitate: "Returning to my lord, no. Eli just wanted to help me. He didn't know my identity."

Eli looked down again.

"Then, go up and identify, is this Eli Christopher?" the Pope said.

Anastasia nodded, walked up to Eli, took a careful look at Eli, and winked at him quietly inadvertently: "Don't be afraid, I've already sent someone to notify your brother."

Eli pursed his lips and lowered his eyelids.

"Your Majesty, I confirm that this is Eli." Anastasia turned her head and said.

"So, at the banquet that night, he pretended to be Angelina to attend the banquet, do you know?" Another older bishop asked.

Anastasia hesitated for a moment, then shook her head: "I don't know."

"Don't you know after seeing him?" he asked.

Anastasia continued to shake her head.

"Then, at the banquet later, I believe you were with our Highness Mephisto, but can you prove that Eli was not with Daphne?" The bishop finally asked the heaviest question.

Senior, who was sitting in the gallery, frowned slightly, and asked Kevin next to him in a low voice, "Why hasn't Mephisto arrived yet?"

Kevin shook his head, and replied in a lower voice: "His Majesty the Pope is not allowed to disclose the news to Mephisto. It is very dangerous for us to do so. He may be coming soon."

Meanwhile, Anastasia was silent.

She can't answer this question.

At this moment, the restraint behind Eli was suddenly loosened, and a very dangerous feeling made him subconsciously chant dark magic before he even had time to dodge.

A barrier shining with black light opened in front of him, blocking a sudden light magic attack from the jury.

Eli's face suddenly turned pale, and there was an uproar in the courtroom.

Eli's identity as a dark mage is no longer in doubt.

He suddenly raised his head, and saw Carlisle coming out of the side door, bowing to the Pope with a determined smile: "Your Majesty, fortunately, I am honored."

Suddenly, the door of the courtroom was pushed open.

Mephisto stood at the door with a blank expression on his face.