I was hiding from gods and demons at the beginning, but it turned out that I was the boss

Over at the church, Luo Ze and Gerasius took the seriously injured Sumujie to the Inquisition.

Before leaving, Qingtian kindly gave Su Mujie some medicine, saying it would help him recover from his injuries faster.

Although Cabinet Chief Benny wanted to stop it, Qingtian acted too quickly...

Fortunately, there was nothing strange about Su Mujie after taking her medicine, and he even suddenly woke up...

He stared at Qingtian without saying a word.

Qingtian smiled and said there was no need to thank her, and asked Luo Ze and Gerasius to tie up the person and send him away as soon as possible.

The two of them took Sumujie out of the church under the escort of several priests.

Later they discovered that it was not that Su Mujie didn't want to speak, but that he couldn't speak...

In addition, Sumujie's spiritual power still couldn't be used, so he couldn't resist even if he was dissatisfied.

Gerasius curled up his white beard and sighed: [Young people are terrible. The Viscount is really thoughtful. Otherwise, if he really wants to leave, it will be difficult for us to keep him. 】.

Luo Ze smiled helplessly and said via voice: [Her medicine is very powerful, and it is obvious that she is a powerful plant cultivator...]

Sumujie sat on the other side of the carriage and had calmed down at this moment.

Although Lorendel relied on public opinion to attack him, Tasriel would not fail to protect him. His power in the temple is not easily weakened.

Going to the tribunal is just a formality...

After they left, Qingtian thought of a good idea and summoned the priests at the church and said:

"For a week starting today, all the priests in the imperial capital will write a letter to the goddess. I will notify Luo Ze and Gerasius later to supervise the completion."

The priests were stunned.

letter? What letter?

"A letter of confession. Write down why you joined the religion, who the recommended priest is, what you have done for the Holy See over the years, and what mistakes you have made. Finally, copy the oath of joining the religion and press it with a bloody fingerprint."

"If you are sincere and honest and regain your original intention, I believe God will not take account of those who are wrong."

After Qingtian finished explaining, the priests swallowed hard.

A blood oath is also a type of "sworn oath". If the content in the letter is found to be false...

In the past, they thought God was abstract and distant. Therefore, oaths are not taken so seriously. Some people swear by a word of caution.

But now that Viscount Laurent is the spokesperson, these oaths seem to have real effect.

Everyone looked at each other. The priest who had done nothing wrong had a calm smile on his face, but his face was full of bitterness as he had a huge secret hidden in his heart. He was inevitably struggling fiercely in his heart.

After the great drama ended, Qingtian turned around and thanked the video recorders who had stayed in the church to broadcast the footage.

The videographers waved their hands politely and rushed to the apse auditorium with their instruments.

Laurentelle is a leader in the field of Lanze culture. If it weren't for her improvement and innovation of the Mirror program eight years ago, the empire's entertainment and culture industry would not be as prosperous as it is today.

Everyone in the entertainment and news circles respect Lorendel from the bottom of their hearts.

Over in the auditorium, Taslier sat leisurely on a gorgeous single sofa.

The deep red upholstery of the sofa inlaid with gems is very eye-catching against his blue dress. Coupled with his dark red hair and handsome face, the picture is strong and bright.

The palace painter sat diagonally and painted quickly with psychic powers.

While he was painting, he praised the new emperor's grace and appearance. The only bad thing might be His Majesty's eyes.

Too cold and sharp, his hidden cold anger made his whole body seem to be burning with black flames.

The painter who painted for the palace all year round looked away, not daring to look into the other person's eyes.

Although the Third Highness is very similar to His Majesty, they are different after all...

"What's going on? The imaging mirror videographer hasn't arrived yet?" Officer Youli roared in a low voice, "Does Your Majesty still have to wait for them?"

"We'll be there soon. The church said they're already here." The subordinate replied hurriedly, thinking that what was going on with Viscount Laurent was really interesting, and of course the news guys didn't want to let it go.

He just secretly looked at the image mirror in the lounge for a while.

Tsk, big drama.

As soon as the two of them finished speaking, a dozen videographers rushed in carrying instruments and quickly adjusted the instruments and viewfinders.

Tasriel glanced at them coldly.

"Has Viscount Laurent come over? Is the matter with the State Church over?"

The etiquette officer next to him was stunned for a moment and replied hurriedly: "It should be soon. After she assigned the priest the task of writing a 'confession letter', everyone dispersed."

Letter of confession?

What is she playing at...

Taslier thought that he had written many letters to her in the past eight years, but she had not replied to any of them...

Someone who refused to be a pen pal walked to the back hall and teleported into a rest room without anyone noticing, sealing the space.

Mei Li, who was waiting for her, was startled.

"You... are here."

There was not much time, Qingtian asked directly: "Meili, who is His Majesty now? Lan Zetong, or Tasril?"

Hearing this, Meili trembled slightly, and her whole body tensed up instantly.

She turned her head to avoid Qingtian's gaze: "Qingtian, what are you talking about? I thought you contacted me to ask about Yina's situation."

Meili's reaction made Qingtian's heart twitch suddenly, and her whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, freezing from head to toe.

If the current His Majesty is Tasril, it means that the "Lan Zetong" she meets in eight years will all be "Tasril"...

For a moment, Qingtian felt that the blood was rising all over his body, and his head was a little confused.

She didn't know why Taslier replaced Lan Zetong, and according to Taslier's character, Lan Zetong was probably more likely to be in trouble...

After a while of silence, Qingtian said with a slightly hoarse voice: "I really want to know about Yina's situation. But I didn't expect you to help that bastard hide it..."

"Does it matter who he is!"

Meili became emotional, "If you know the answer, can you change everything that happened in the past?"

"Lan Zetong is dead, and I am treated as a doll, but he is the real prince, a god general who will do anything to gain power, and has many followers."

"Tell me, what can I do and what can you do?"

"Maybe you want revenge, but even if you do it, have you ever thought that Lanze would be in civil strife and the Thousand Years Empire might fall apart."

"I can't imagine that future. Not to mention that you might not be able to kill him..."

"Now my father and mother are under surveillance in the retreat. Yina has only one month to save her from being hit by his psychic powers."

"Do you really have the heart to continue to confront him regardless of their safety?"

"If you were really the goddess of love and peace, would you want Lanze to fall into war? He killed all the princes. Once he dies, the powerful lords will want to take this position, and war is inevitable."

"I just figured out these things."

"..."

Sunny stared at Meili blankly, and suddenly felt that the air had become very thin.

She could hear her heart beating faster and faster, she could feel her lips tingling, her whole body began to tremble, and the feeling of powerlessness made her shaky.

Meili knew that Sunny must be uncomfortable at this moment.

The cruelty and impact of the truth will pierce the heart like a sharp sword, making people think about it all in pain when they dream back at midnight.

She had also gone through this process, and it was even more humiliating and painful.

But when she figures it out, many of her opinions will change.

The bottom line of an individual is not as good as the bottom line of the group.

She is timid, cowardly and vain. She loves herself and her family, so she chooses to accept it and chooses to keep getting closer to the more advantageous side.

She often scolded herself for betraying love and giving up her bottom line.

But she just wants to live well, and she just wants her family to live well.

So, what's her fault?

Now, it's Qingtian's turn to choose, it's God's turn to choose...

Mei Li closed her eyes and let her tears blur her eyes.

"Qingtian, please save Ina. Stop avenging Lorenzo. By asking His Majesty to swear an oath of good deeds, aren't you preserving the last glimmer of hope?"

"No matter who he is, forget your hatred. If you are really a goddess, don't drag Lanze into the quagmire of war."

"But I'm not just for Lorenzo... there are many people..." Qing Tian choked up and replied.

She could hear pain, helplessness and struggle in Meili's words.

But regardless of selfishness or justice, as she said, the final result of a life-and-death struggle is war, which makes more people involved in hatred.

It was precisely for this reason that she had been wandering between killing and not killing before.

She really couldn't make a choice at this moment, she needed time to think about it.

Boom boom boom!

"Is Princess Mary here? Mr. Morton Dougal is looking for you."

An attendant asked outside the door.

The two people inside the door wiped away their tears. On a sunny day, the space was closed. Meili straightened her appearance and whispered softly with red eyes:

"I have to go over there and contact you again. The longer Yina delays, the worse it will be."

After the door was closed, Sunny stood quietly in the room, lowering his head and murmuring softly:

"Then what do you want me to do..."