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Chapter 397 The situation reverses

There was an uproar on the street!
The Sahagunites actually came out to negotiate with the Holy See? What does this mean? In the millennium under the rule of the Holy See, there have been more than a dozen religious wars, large and small, and some pagan or heretical factions have been permanently exiled by the Holy See and are not allowed to return to the Western Continent.

What kind of wind is the Sahagun sect taking today? Many of the onlookers silently put the stones back into the basket, pulling the elderly and children around them back a few steps.

The bearded man who was the leader of the brown-robed men still maintained the same posture, with his hands bent and raised horizontally, which not only showed the sheriff who was walking towards him aggressively that he had no intention of starting a war, but also demonstrated his humble respect for his belief in gods.

His eyes were calm and resolute, and he showed no fear even when facing the huge crowd:

“In the face of power, I still face the storm, like a sailor watching the stars, because truth and facts are my beacon.

However, I have also felt like giving up, like a tired shepherd who wants to abandon his flock.

But if this happens, the will of the Virgin Mary and the Holy Maidens will be distorted like shadows in the water, and lies will overturn the earth like a flood, engulfing all people and plunging the world into an endless cycle of darkness.

So I must hold on, like a rock against the waves, until the light comes again..."

Every time the bearded leader recited a sentence, the brown-robed man behind him followed suit. The dark crowd gradually quieted down, and only the sound of the Sahagunites chanting scriptures and the sound of the sheriff's leather boots stepping on the cobblestone road could be heard.

The sheriffs transferred here today are considered to be the best and brightest in the Lombardy Security Bureau. Before they came, the officer in charge of this patrol only gave them one instruction.

We must ensure that this Holy Decision Parade goes smoothly!
So before Bill and others could react, dozens of sheriffs, waving their weapons, surrounded the man in brown robes like wolves and tigers.

The short sticks hit the Sahagun men, but they remained motionless.

Blood flowed from their foreheads, but they were still chanting the scriptures of the Holy Maiden Sect.

"Snapped!"

The short stick hit the bearded leader's calf, and the people who were close by could clearly hear the sound of broken bones. However, the bearded man held on to the shoulders of his companions and remained standing without kneeling, which added a sense of tragedy and grandeur:

"A holy judgment parade, a holy judgment parade! Since it is a holy judgment, why not hold a trial? Let us also know what crime the person in front of us has committed!

If he were not a believer of our Sahagun sect! I would not be standing here today, hiding in the stinking ditch as usual, being driven and insulted like a rat.

But all this is related to the compassion of the Virgin Mary and the Saints, and the survival of the Saints' sect, so I must stand up!
Beat me up! You sycophants in the secular world, you'd better break my throat before you break my knees, so that I can't speak.

Otherwise, my anger and grievance will rise to the sky! Let the Virgin Mary and the Saints hear it! Is this their will?

Let the world be filled with injustice, and let kindness and righteousness be silenced!"

The bearded man did not fight back, but just stood there crying and wailing at the top of his lungs. His teeth were knocked out and he spat out broken teeth and blood foam, but the condemnation in his mouth became louder and louder!
The onlookers were also moved by his piety and heroism, and the sarcastic smiles on their faces gradually disappeared.

People looked at each other, and a strange discussion gradually emerged from the crowd:
"Yes, why didn't the trial begin before the Holy Decision parade?"

"The heretic assassin who was being escorted didn't say a word from beginning to end. Could it be that the people of the Inquisition really made a mistake..."

"Hush... don't talk nonsense. Do you think the Holy Execution Parade 200 years ago was also just and open? It still offended the cardinal at that time and the Holy See."

"Well, I haven't heard of the Sahagunites doing anything out of the ordinary before. Although the words they preached were judged as heresy, their behavior was still decent."

"Do you think the trial for today's incident will be reopened?"

"Reopen? What a joke! The Holy Decision Parade is the conclusion given by the Holy See. How can it be overturned by itself..."

"Anyway, I don't know what crime this young man called the heretic assassin has committed. Who can tell for sure whether he is a heretic or not..."

Jacob and Bill's faces changed as they listened to the whispers coming from the crowd.

It seems that the other party came prepared today, and their methods are quite clever! While the Saint Girl Faction was manipulating public opinion, the other party was also using people's hearts to calculate against them!

If the Sahagunists now openly used force to rescue Alpia, that would be exactly what the Inquisition wanted, and in Lombardy, under the watchful eye of Saint Barlaan, the Inquisition would uproot the Sahagunists.

But he never expected the other party to do this. What should he do now? If the trial court is reopened, today's parade will be like a child's play. Even if he wins the Holy See in a public judgment in the future, it will be shameful.

But if we ignore these Sahagunites, we will give people a chance to criticize us and lose the support of the people, and the reputation of the Holy See will certainly be seriously affected.

When Saint Barlaam visits the Holy See in a few days, how will people react when they hear the news?
I'm afraid the grand occasion that Archbishop Kosander envisioned will never happen.

Bill and Jacob are usually smart and capable people, but now they are in a dilemma and confused.

"Throw your stones at me and let my blood be spilled on the streets of Lombardy! If this is what you want!
Thousands of years ago, the saint preached in the world because she didn't want to see people exploiting and killing each other!

Now a thousand years have passed, and I see that you are still reciting the teachings of the saint, but you have forgotten them in your hearts!
If the blood of innocent people can awaken the compassion in your body, then I will be the bloody staircase under your feet!"

One of the bearded man's eyes was swollen and had lost its sight, and the other eye was covered in blood. He raised his hands high to the sky.

"Whoosh!"

A piece of gravel was thrown in the direction where he was standing, but the target was not the Sahagun people, but the sheriff who was beating them.

"We want a fair trial!"

Along with the sound of stones being thrown, there was an enthusiastic shout from the crowd! With the first leader, the citizens watching were soon inspired by his actions, and more and more debris flew towards the sheriff's head.

The sheriffs could only look for cover to hide in a panic, and their hiding formed a sharp contrast with the Sahagun and his men who were standing there covered in blood.

Jacob and Bill exchanged glances. They both knew that they had been tricked today.

Not to mention the people who followed suit, the first few people who threw stones must have been from the Sahagun faction. I have to say, the other side was really calculating.

"Mr. Saint Baran, what should we do now?"

Jacob walked to the front of the carriage with a face full of shame. He did not want to leave an impression of incompetence in front of Saint Barlaan, but the current situation really made him feel helpless and he needed the saint to make a decision.

Liu Yonglu was sitting in the carriage and took in the situation.

Okay, little BK, come with me to this game!

Who is Liu Yonglu? He has been doing community work with his mother since he was a child. What has he not seen? He has seen many things like this: a toad lying on the bottom of a person's foot - things that don't bite people but are annoying!

If we go ahead with the parade and arrest and imprison these people, that will be the result that the other party wants to see the most. It will give people a reason to criticize us, and the reputation of the Saint's Sect in Victoria will plummet in a short period of time.

"Keep going forward, don't go down."

Before Liu Yonglu could say anything, Millie Tang grabbed his hand. The sudden change was beyond her expectations. Millie Tang had only seen similar scenes in books about the history of witches.

It is said that 500 years ago, witches were attacked by the public and eventually sent to the stake one by one.

So Millie Tang instinctively felt fear in her heart.

"Bang bang bang!"

The anger of the people continued to ferment. At first, the debris was only thrown at the sheriffs who were beating up the Sahagun faction, but now many of them were attacking the convoy of the Court of Inquisition behind.

"Oh my god, what is this..."

Liu Yonglu was quick-witted and caught a wooden round plate flying towards the window. He took it in his hand and saw that the lid of the pot was half-opened...

"It's okay, Mi Li'er, don't worry, these people want to play tricks on me, they have picked the wrong target!

I'm not afraid of gossip, so don't try it on me!
Xiaohu, Ling'er, you two protect Auntie, I'll be back soon."

Liu Yonglu patted Millie Tang's little hand and got out of the car. He supported the half-open pot lid with one hand and used the other hand to transform a bookmark into a small black shield. He curled up inside it like a scallop.

"Leave it to me. You guys hide behind the car."

Liu Yonglu shouted at the little genius brother and sister, but they didn't dare to let the saint take the risk alone. They took out their weapons and followed Liu Yonglu while fighting off the flying debris.

"Brother, why don't you find a piece of cloth to wrap it up first, and then we can talk after the bleeding stops."

The bearded man of the Sahagun faction saw a scallop coming down from the carriage, walking towards him in a square step.

"You are not a cardinal. Since today is the Holy Judgment Parade, there must be a decree from the archbishop. Could it be that... the Inquisition acted on its own and made an unfair trial!?"

The bearded man glanced at Liu Yonglu with disdain in his eyes.

"Just bandage it when I tell you to. No need to waste your time talking! Bandage it up BK! Then you can splatter my blood again while we're talking!"

When the judges behind him heard what Saint Barlax had arranged, they quickly tore off a lot of strips of cloth and, without caring whether the bearded man resisted or not, they quickly tied him up like a little dumpling.

Seeing this, many people around put down their stones. One reason was that the people from the Sahagun faction were now mixed with the inquisitors, and they were worried about accidental injuries.

Secondly, he didn't understand what the scallop was going to do when he got off the carriage. The sheriff had just beaten up the people sent by Sahagun, so why was he bandaging their wounds now?

"Have you felt the Saint's anger towards your brutal behavior? This is good. It is worth it if I can use my blood to exchange for your former piety and kindness."

The bearded man's mouth was quite effective, and with just a few words he regained the initiative.

"Stop talking nonsense, take a break. The Saint Lady is very busy and has no time to care about you. You deserved this beating, so don't flatter yourself."

Liu Yonglu sneered and waved his hands. The bearded man didn't understand what he was saying at all. He was stunned for a moment before continuing to denounce:
"Where is Archbishop Kosander? Without his decree, you are abusing the authority of the Holy See today!"

"The Archbishop? The Archbishop is not here. Maybe the old man is playing chess at home by himself. I am in charge of this matter today. I make the decision. Tell me what you want to say."

Bill found a small stool for Liu Yonglu, and Liu Yonglu sat on it with his legs crossed.

The bearded man was silent for a long while before he snorted coldly and asked:
"You can issue a fatwa for a holy crusade? Who are you?"

"Who am I? Let me tell you, I am the newly-anointed patron saint of the Saint Lady, my name is Saint Barlan!

"You stopped me today, what's the grievance? Tell me now. If you can tell me well, that's fine! If you can't tell me, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

At this point, the small black shield in Liu Yonglu's hand changed into a Nine-Dragon Black Mace and slammed heavily towards the ground!
(End of this chapter)