Chapter 265 Greed

Chapter 265 Greed

The shadow of Saint Laculas floated to the Archbishop's side and stroked his face with his hand.

The Archbishop closed his eyes and felt the golden light illuminating his thoughts. Like a dream, he saw himself standing in Memeril's Nest, and saw Saint Laculas turning into a physical form beside him.

"Do you remember this place?"

"I remember, saint, this is the lower area of ​​Memeril's Hive."

"Very well, come with me."

Saint Laculas drifted away, and the archbishop followed him closely as he walked in this dark and suffocating place. Every time he stepped into this place, the archbishop felt sad and intolerable.

They walked to a shed, and their dream spirits passed through the walls and saw the scene inside.

A group of tired people gathered together to discuss their recent lives.

"Have you heard? There is a mercy decree coming from above."

A relatively strong man, holding a hammer in his hand, touched the sweat on his forehead and whispered.

"It seems that there is such a situation. I heard that the people above finally showed mercy."

"Recently, the supervisors have been very stinky and have a bad temper. They whip people at every turn. I have already been whipped twice."

Another man complained and showed the fresh wounds on his back to those around him to show that he was not lying.

"Huh. Thank you so much to the Emperor. If life can be better, I will do anything."

A thin woman prayed, but the archbishop did not feel piety to the emperor from her words, but more of a feeling of happiness.

I am grateful that I lived to see this day.

"Fart!" A curse was particularly prominent in the crowd discussing in low voices. A man walked to the front in two or three steps and stood on the table looking very angry.

"What bullshit mercy! This is what we deserve!"

"What? This."

No one understood what this angry man meant. What did they deserve? Wasn't everything they received a gift from the Emperor?

After all, people from the state religion always say that the fact that you are alive in this world is because the emperor protects you, so you must serve the emperor.

"Yes, I know what you are thinking." The man glanced at everyone, paused for a moment, and waited for everyone to calm down before speaking again.

"They say we are born to serve the Emperor, but ask yourselves, has anyone seen the real Emperor other than that glowing statue?"

Some people were frightened by the man's words, which were becoming more and more like heresy. They wanted to take a few steps back and sneak out, but they were curious about his next words.

They really doubted whether the Emperor was real.

"Ten thousand steps back, the Emperor is real, and he does protect us, but what about our production? Where about our labor? I have worked for the Emperor for 20 years. I work overtime 16 hours a day, but I Where are the fruits of their labor? None of them are given to the emperor! They are all handed over to the overseers! Who can guarantee that the overseers can deliver these things to the emperor?

"This. It seems like this."

The man's words were like sparks thrown into a powder keg, igniting the discussion among the crowd. They worked every day and handed in results, but they were in contact with supervisors, and no one ever told who and where their products were sent to.

"I remember when I celebrated the Emperor's Ascension Festival for the first time, I made a small statue using the parts and steel I collected. I wanted to give this to the Emperor, but I didn't know who to give it to. So I asked the overseer."

"Did the overseer help you?"

"No. He yelled at me for stealing property that belonged to the Emperor, and then gave me a whip."

Everyone fell into silence, but the anger and dissatisfaction in their hearts could be seen from the way they gritted their teeth.

The man continued to vent his dissatisfaction, the hardship of his daily labor, and the cruelty and ruthlessness of the overseers.

"Why should people who produce everything have nothing? This is nonsense! Look at those churches, how many shacks can be built with the magnificent towers? How many food supplies can the stained glass windows be worth! And those nuns! They are all so beautiful! They must be treated as playthings by those bad old men!”

When the archbishop heard such slander, he was immediately furious. He just wanted to scold this bold guy for slandering the church and humiliating the nuns.

The church was converted into a bunker a hundred years ago during attacks by orcs and Eldar. The current church is the result of the bunker being renovated.

Which side of the stained glass was not made by collecting sand themselves? Those exquisite stained windows are not something you just want to buy.

The religious stories and portraits of saints above are worth more than the tacky throne coins and cannot be confused with each other at all.

And nuns. This is the state religion! It is a holy church under the gaze of emperors and saints! It is the place where the Emperor's Word is carried out! How could he do such an obscene act!

The archbishop gritted his teeth and squeezed his hands tightly. He felt like he was going to die of anger.

He and the fellow believers around him have always implemented the teachings of the emperor and saints, being pure in heart and tempering themselves like ascetic monks.

No other food will be taken in except porridge every day.

How could it be possible, like that man said, to eat and drink during the day and party every night?

This is pure heresy!

Saint Lakula floated to the side of the archbishop and stroked his shoulder with his hand, "See? You work overtime for them, calculate quotas every day, and leave them enough things after completing the tithe. This is how they repay you."

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"I. What should I do. The church is not like that! The people in the church really say and do what the emperor and you teach."

Looking at the archbishop's sad face, Lakula nodded, "Of course I know you are very pious. So this is not your problem."

"But."

"It's their problem!"

"Them?"

"That's right."

The archbishop looked at Lakula's face, and he wondered what the saint meant by saying this.

Their problem? Does it mean that these poor people have chosen to betray the emperor from the bottom of their hearts? Have they chosen to end up as heretics?

He turned his head to look at the people who were still complaining and dissatisfied, watching them getting more and more excited, saying that the church was the biggest evil that oppressed their lives.

"Those supervisors are full of greed! They must have eaten everything we handed in! And the group of priests above the supervisors! Have you seen that fat pig, Lai?"

"I have! That priest is so fat! I feel like he can fit two of me in his stomach!"

"That's it! Those supervisors sucked our blood! The priests above them skinned us! After layers of exploitation, the Emperor didn't get much! Instead, it all fell on us!"

The crowd's emotions have been completely aroused. They looked at the man and asked, "Then what should we do? I don't want to betray the Emperor."

At this point, the man made a Sky Eagle salute on his chest, and he looked at the crowd and shouted what they were going to do.

"We want to strike! We want to fight! We want to get what we deserve from the church! We can't just starve!"

"Are you going to betray the Emperor?"

"Of course not! We just want to participate in the supervision of production. Those supervisors and priests must have coveted the things that belong to the Emperor! We want to open their stomachs and take a good look at what evil hearts are inside!"

The archbishop looked at the crowd, feeling confused and painful, and Saint Laculas put his mouth to his ear, "See? They are so greedy. They want more things, and the decree of mercy will only make them worse."

"You have to suppress them. Use blood and fire to suppress these rioters, instead of issuing any merciful decrees."

The scene changed quickly, and the archbishop was no longer in front of those angry people who said they wanted to overthrow the church and fight for their rights.

Instead, it was the thin child who was holding the food supplies tightly, looking at him with a shrinking look.

"Destroy this heretic. Destroy all the heretics who slander the church."

The archbishop looked at the scepter in his hand, then at the child. He raised the scepter high, his eyes full of struggle and anger.

"Yes. That's it. Destroy him! Purify him!"

Saint Lakulas shouted. He could already see the scene of the archbishop killing the child.

Bang!

The scepter did not fall on the child's head. Instead, the archbishop turned around and hit Saint Lakulas in the face. The archbishop gasped, his old face full of anger.

"You are not a saint. A saint would not be as cruel as you! Who are you? You actually deceived me with the illusion of a saint!"

"Oh?"

Lakulas's exploded head gathered together again. He looked at the angry archbishop with contempt and disdain in his eyes.

"There may be some problems with the church. I will send someone to investigate that priest Rai, but you! You must pay the price!"

The archbishop shouted, pulled off the bishop's robe with his hand, and revealed the body wrapped in it.

There was not a single bit of extra fat on his solid body, and his muscles bulged with the Archbishop's anger. He waved the scepter in his hand like a god of war.

"This is the answer to the parades and prayers day after day! The strong body given to me by the great emperor! If you don't want to repent! I will beat you until you repent!"

Saint Lakulas was obviously shocked by the Archbishop's body. It was hard for him to imagine that an Archbishop with such an old face could be such a muscular monster.

"Repent!!!"

Extremist and Puritan Inquisitor. Just smile and wave, smile and wave.