The Emperor’s Angel of Death

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"My father is a believer in it, but I didn't believe it from the beginning. I left the mining area and thought I could stay away from it... But, but, it told me when I was most desperate that it could bring me to life. I don’t need to betray the empire, nor the emperor, I just need..."

"Just turn a blind eye, right?"

Barov let go and nodded vigorously.

"Yes Yes!"

"How much do you know about it?"

"I...I don't know much about it. The Bishop of the Crow has existed for a hundred years and has been dormant in secret. This sect does not aim at expansion. The believers use blood and in-laws as connections, and it is difficult for outsiders to enter the sect. "

"What is their doctrine?"

"There is no doctrine."

"what?"

Sosh frowned, realizing that things were not simple.

"how can that be."

"It is true. The Lord of the Crows has no doctrine. It only requires the followers to offer tribute regularly, and it provides protection, nothing more."

"Tribute? What tribute?"

"Uh... I am not a believer, I just heard that it seems to be some high-tech products and some mechanical parts."

"specific."

"This, this I really don't know."

"Then it didn't make a similar request to you?"

"there has never been."

"Have you never seen it?"

"No."

"Then you should always know the specific location of these believers and how many strongholds they have?

"I--"

Barov's eyes flickered for a moment. Just as he was about to deny it, the muzzle of the blaster against his forehead, and the cold metal clinging to his skin made him shiver.

"Don't let me down, the consequences would be serious."

"Yes, some!"

The bishop quickly turned around and fumbled on the bookshelf behind him, then opened a hidden compartment and pulled out a roll of maps.

"In the past few years, I have secretly recorded all the discoveries about the Bishop of the Crow on this map. There are eleven in total, distributed in several different mining areas."

Soshyang took this map made of special materials, and after opening it, he found that it was a clearly painted map of the mining area, and marked the strongholds on it, as well as the depth.

The stronghold previously discovered by the Legal Department is the deepest one among them.

He glanced at it and accepted it.

"Very well, Bishop, thanks to your cooperation, we are one step closer to the truth, and now we are going to talk about the increasingly serious alien threat."

"Alien, alien?"

The bishop blinked.

"There are no aliens here, only some anti-imperialists."

"Oh? How do you explain the attack on the Legal Department and the mass disappearance of miners."

"My lord, as far as I know, the Legal Department was only attacked by some local gangs, and they made a fuss... As for the case of the disappearance of miners, ahem, that, the local political situation may not be understood by the adults. The mining guild is the main one. Management agencies, they have to report the loss of personnel to the Ministry of the Interior every month. If the loss of personnel exceeds a certain limit, the Ministry of the Interior will obtain supplements from the neighboring prison world according to the situation. Those guild owners often falsely report the loss of personnel, or say Missing as an excuse to apply for a new population... Their purpose is to increase production capacity. After meeting the fixed quotas of the Eleventh Tax and Mechanical Education, there will be surplus output for them to trade."

"According to you, those who are missing are still alive?"

Soshyan said, leaving from the table, coming to a portrait, and looking at the people on it interestingly.

This is the portrait of the former bishop. It is a bald old man. From his appearance, his mouth is too large, his eyes are slightly narrow and his skull seems to be a little bigger than the average person.

"This...not necessarily. The daily normal working hours in the mining area is 16 hours. Many miners can't stand it, they will escape to the depths of the mine and fend for themselves... and many mine owners will use the miners for other purposes. They are all Some people with bad morals have some things hard to tell."

"Then have you stopped them again?"

"Uh--"

Barov coughed awkwardly.

"In a state of non-emergency, as a representative of the state religion, we cannot easily get involved in local administrative affairs..."

"Okay, I know."

Soshyan turned around and looked at Barov with a smile.

"There is a new meeting outside, I think you should go to it,"

Under Soshyan's gaze, Barov could only walk to the gate tremblingly, and then two law enforcement officers waiting outside the gate sandwiched him and walked to the hall where he was preaching daily.

Barov felt like a criminal about to set foot on the execution ground.

Afterwards, he was taken to a hall he was familiar with.

The entire hall used to be filled with hundreds of VIPs every day, but now there are only a few dozen people, all of whom are representatives of various organizations and institutions, and a huge display screen is installed on the ceiling.

Barov saw a thin, angular, impatient man.

He is the arbitrator of the local legal department~www.readwn.com~ The bishop licked his lips, and a drop of sweat rolled from his cheek.

The arbitrator who exudes overwhelming courage looked at him from the other side, as if he was wearing a cold mask without expression.

When he was pressed on the chair he often sat on, the arbitrator had already spoken.

"In the past two decades, your laissez-faire policy has directly led to local heretics and the weakening of beliefs, making it incapable of coping with the current threat of riots, which shows the obvious and intolerable incompetence."

The accusation of the arbitrator hung in the air, and no one at the long table dared to make a sound.

Barov felt that the world in front of him seemed to be shrinking, and his heart jumped out of his throat, his gaze patrolling the table in front of him, but apart from the arbitrator, no one dared to meet his gaze.

"I...this...maybe we...have a certain interpretation of the...severity of the situation, but nothing can't be corrected, I assure you."

The bishop's voice seemed hollow and weak even in his own ears.

"Safinius is facing anarchy and alien threats. The security of the nest and the mining area is deteriorating. The current situation is unacceptable! The time for bureaucrats to pimp with each other is over, Bishop Barov, I judge you Ignoring my own responsibilities, there are serious derelictions of duty and dereliction of duty. Before the State Church sends a more competent person to take office, your authority will be temporarily replaced by the Ministry of Justice! I now declare that Safinius begins martial law and will continue until Riots and alien threats are extinguished and the mining area is safe again."

The bishop's face turned pale, and he felt tight in his chest.

He tried to speak, but couldn't find a suitable word. First, he closed his mouth and then closed tightly in panic.

The representatives of the guild were equally pale.