The Golden Dragon Will Never Take It For Granted

Chapter 122: heresy courtroom

Anseir and Sandro returned to their residence, while Ervik and Kyria were still teaching Kara to speak.

Kara was not born dumb, so she recovered quickly and was able to stammer out syllables.

"thanks."

Cara reluctantly told Anse Er that she did not thank him, but she had a stronger character and didn't like to show too much emotion.

"But... a cute little bunny."

Having been in contact with Ansair and Sandro for a while, Keliya did not stutter in front of them as she used to.

She took the little white rabbit from Sandro's hand, with stars shining in her eyes. Little girls of this age like this cute little furry animal.

Elwick happily took the snacks brought back by Ans Aier. Although the association provided meals, he was a big eater, and he seemed very happy to add a late-night snack.

"This is your first time in the capital. What are your plans for tomorrow?"

Ansel asked.

"We want to go and see the Royal Academy in the capital."

Ervik said while swallowing the food in his mouth.

Ansel nodded after hearing this.

"After all, you still have your sister and Cara with you. You have to think twice before doing anything, don't be impulsive. If something calls me directly from the bottom of your heart, I will hear it."

"I know, I'll be more careful."

Ervik wiped his mouth and nodded. Although he was heartless, what happened during the day still had a big impact on him.

"Brother Ansel, won't you come and see with us?"

Ervik asked.

"No, I have some other things to do tomorrow."

Ansel shook his head.

He and Sandro left the room of the three little ones.

"Are you sure that the magician has more than legendary strength?"

Ansair looked at Sandro with an incredulous expression.

If it is true, this juggler is too unpretentious to be a strong man, and he actually uses magic to perform in public, which is really amusing.

Sandro said with certainty: "Although he only used magic for a short time, I can detect that his control over magic has reached a legendary level."

"And," Sandro added, "he's still very young."

"The genius of the magic capital?"

Ansel guesses.

"I'm afraid so."

Sandro nodded.

Although Manopura was a small country on the edge of the Eastern Continent, the church did not have the time to send someone to mediate conflicts, but it was still the territory of the Church of Light.

The sorcerer came to take advantage of the chaos of the war. I am afraid he wanted to make a profit and ran away. Manopura urgently needs legendary combat power to turn the tide of the war.

But does King Manopura really dare to use a magician?

I am afraid that before Casilda can break through the royal city, the Church of Light will tie him to a pillar to receive a glorious purification.

Ansier shook his head, maybe not so many twists and turns. This magician is really a magician who likes magic performances. He simply likes to perform on the mainland, and he can play a pig and eat a tiger casually.

In this way, this juggler is a peer!

"My lord, for the military parade the day after tomorrow, the priests of Wangcheng will most likely use testing methods to test adventurers."

Is it true that Sandro's transfiguration is not as miraculous as Ans'er, and cannot change the essence of a lich, and will definitely be exposed in the face of the detection of light magic.

"Maybe we can find that juggler. With his strength, the use of metamorphosis will not be discovered by the mere gold-level metropolis. After the detection is over, I can exchange our positions with a secret space magic."

"Then we'd better start tonight. He should still be in the church now. He might run away if it's too late."

Thinking that the juggler would also use space-based magic, Ansier couldn't help frowning.

"Don't worry, my lord, please rest first. The moment he handed me the rose, I planted a mark on him. Within three days, I can find him."

It's obvious that Sandro didn't just improvise just now.

"That's good. I'm sleepy now. I'm going to sell some unused things tomorrow. I'll catch this juggler in the afternoon."

Ansel said sleepily.

......

In the dim courtroom, a dazzling holy light suddenly appeared in front of the juggler's eyes. He wanted to block it with his hands, but his hands were tightly tied to the chair, and he could only tilt his head to avoid the light of the holy light. .

"You can't look directly at the Holy Light, he must be a heretic magician!"

The leading old man stood in front of the two paladins with the dazzling holy light in his hand, looking at the juggler with a very sure tone.

"Hey, I'm just an ordinary person. To be fair, have you ever seen an ordinary person who can look directly at the sun? This is really eye-catching!"

The juggler said unconvinced.

"According to the process, shouldn't there be an evil detection first, followed by a lie detection?"

The juggler is old fritters. It's not the first time he's been arrested in the heresy courtroom. He seems to have returned to his hometown and is lying on the chair with a peaceful expression.

But the heresy courtroom is not a good place to go in and out at will. If you are caught in the heresy courtroom, then you better be a heretic.

"Shut up, heresy! It's not your turn to point fingers here!"

The paladin drew out his shining long sword from behind the old man and scolded the juggler.

The old priest held down the paladin and smiled apologetically.

"I forgot the steps for judging heretics. Hey, it's useless when you get old. I'm really sorry."

The juggler looked at the old priest with a very strange expression. This turned out to be a rare priest who believed in the Holy Light.

The God of Light and the Holy Light originally appeared together. When the God of Light was still there, the God of Light and the Holy Light were one body.

But now the God of Light has only one body left, and his divine name has been stolen and abused by some people in the church, so that there are two factions in the church.

One faction is to believe in the God of Light, and to enshrine the will of the God of Light as the only law to be followed in the world, but the law has a priority, and some people in the church seek rights and interests from it.

The other faction is to simply believe in the Holy Light, and believe in all the good qualities in the Holy Light. Of course, such people are destined to be relatively few.

It was not the first time that the Juggler was invited to shine the Holy Light, but it was the first time he encountered a priest who believed in the Holy Light to judge him. Such priests would not instinctively resist magic.

"Okay, come and judge me, I can't wait."

The juggler closed his eyes, his hands were not empty, he was trying to use space magic to leave.

However, he has a very serious magic barrier disease, and his magic power is sometimes absent, so that he was really turned into a hedgehog by Ansier before he finally escaped.

"Oh, alright."

The old priest folded his hands together, and a holy light fell from the sky on the juggler.

"Divine Word: Evil Detection"

When the golden light fell on the juggler, there was no response at all. Although the juggler couldn't mobilize his magic power, the old priest's detection magic wouldn't have any effect.

"Holy Word: Lie Detection! Say, are you a magician!"

"no!"

Another holy light fell into the juggler's body. The juggler denied it, but the holy light still did not respond.

The juggler showed a smug smile and mocked the two paladins.

Gu Zhuang "I'll just say you caught the wrong person. I'm just a juggler, not a magician."

However, he did not give up using magic to escape. After all, based on his experience, the policy implemented by the church has always been "would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go."

Damn, why is my magical barrier disease getting worse and worse, I hope this harvest will allow me to cure this troublesome problem.

The juggler said to himself in his heart.

"you!"

The paladins glared angrily. As knights of the church, they were also members of the church. No matter where they went, no one would neglect them.

"You are indeed not a magician," the priest turned to the Paladin and said, "Let him go, he is really just an ordinary person, we shouldn't treat him like this."

"How can you do this, Pastor, don't you really want to interrogate more?"

The Paladins were unwilling to say that the people they captured had not been released intact, not to mention that this magician still begged for a beating.

Seeing that the two paladins were unmoved, the old priest could only sigh and walk behind the juggler to untie the rope in his hands.

"I'm so sorry, I brought you in without a clear investigation. I hope you don't blame us."

The old priest bowed slightly to the juggler, which made the juggler feel very strange that there was a priest who would apologize.

"Then I'm really leaving?"

The juggler pointed to the door, the old priest nodded with a smile, and the two paladins clenched their fists in anger and their teeth tickled.

After being arrested so many times, it was the first time that the juggler left directly from the main entrance of the courthouse.

Is it really that simple?

The juggler had some doubts in his heart.

As soon as he walked out of the gate, he bumped into the iron armor. He covered his head in pain and took a few steps back to the courthouse.

"I'm going, what?"

He opened his eyes, and a tin knight who was half taller than him walked in from the gate of the courthouse, followed by a solemn and heavily dressed priest.

"Sir Bishop!"

When the two paladins saw the approaching person showing respectful eyes, the old priest lowered his head slightly with a calm expression on his face.

"I heard that you caught a heretic magician and came here overnight." The bishop looked at the magician up and down, "Why is he still standing here, what are you doing!"

Facing the bishop's questioning, the old pastor said neither humble nor arrogant.

"I have used evil detection and lie detection, and I can prove that he is not a magician, just an ordinary person."

"Really?"

The bishop looked at the juggler with a wicked smile, and the juggler also showed a smile.

This is the church he knows, this familiar feeling.

"God Word: Evil Detection! Holy Word: Lie Detection!"

Two familiar holy lights fell on the juggler. The bishop's magic was far stronger than that of the old priest, and there was a bonus from the church, but it was still ineffective for the juggler.

He had already investigated that the strongest bishop in the Manopura Kingdom was just a gold-level priest.

"I'm not a magician!"

The juggler said loudly, there was no abnormality in the holy light.

The bishop's face suddenly became uneasy, but they would never admit that they caught the wrong person.

"It's very tricky, magician!"

The bishop has made the magician a magician by default, no matter whether his magic is effective or not.

He glanced at the tall attendant next to him. The attendant immediately stepped forward and pressed the juggler back on the bench. The two paladins took the initiative to tie the juggler's hand.

"You are dead!"

The paladin looked at the juggler in a low voice and said resentfully, punching him in the stomach.

"Hi~"

The juggler took a deep breath, it really hurt.

"Sir Bishop, since you are here, I will retire first."

The old pastor closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to see the next scene.

The bishop nodded.

"You are already so old, you don't need to worry about this kind of judgment heresy in the future."

"Yes."

The old priest left from the gate.

Looking at the back of the old pastor leaving, the bishop couldn't help but curse in his heart, an old stubborn who doesn't know what to do.

Bishops are the majority of the church, who believe in the God of Light.

People who pretend to be virtuous will always see people who are really virtuous, so the contradiction between the two factions is also not small.

There is no more annoying guy, the bishop looked at the juggler and said.

"Lost lamb, as long as you have the determination to repent, the glory of the Lord will shine on you again. Dedicate your property to the church, and we will give you another chance to believe in light and give up dirty magic."

"But I don't have any money."

The juggler said helplessly.

"Then there's no way."

The paladin walked to the juggler and moved his wrist, took out a long whip, and the holy light poured into the whip to illuminate the dim courtroom.

Realizing that the person in front of him is really about to do something, the juggler can only hurry up to cast magic.

"Boy, weren't you very proud just now? Now give me a smile."

The paladin clenched the light whip in his hand and smiled maliciously at the juggler.

Sweat dripped from the juggler's head, and his magic power still couldn't be mobilized, but he wasn't too flustered, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

The paladin whipped him violently~www.readwn.com~ his skin was torn apart, and there was a pain that was burned by the high temperature where he was hit by the light whip.

hiss~

"Didn't you eat?"

The juggler gritted his teeth and smiled hard.

In a fit of rage, the paladin whipped the whip even harder, causing the juggler and the chair behind him to vibrate.

Ah~

The juggler lowered his head. It was true that he was beaten a lot, but under the pain, he felt that the magic power in his body was finally activated.

"The great God of Light once said that under the light are all the people of God, and the property of the people is the property of the church. I hope you don't ignore it."

The bishop walked up to the juggler, holding a mass of holy light with healing power in his hand, and the light on the juggler's body relieved his pain.

"Why is Holy Light so kind, but your church is always so violent?"

The pain on the juggler's face disappeared, replaced by a mocking smile.

"Continue to beat me until I die!"

When the bishop heard this, he was furious and smothered the holy light in his hand.

However, the paladin just wanted to play the magician and disappeared, leaving only the bishop and paladin looking at each other in the empty courtroom.

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