You will also encounter Shura Field after exile [Greek Mythology]

"Doubt about the virginity of the Holy Mary." Sariel read the pamphlet, "Doubt that Jesus is a person."

"I have to say, the idea in your friend's mind is quite good." Sariel slapped his palms with the booklet, "It's very powerful." He finally chose a conservative word.

The girl turned the pages of the book, and the doctor felt a strange radiance blooming around her. Sariel told him in private that she had become stronger.

"How much stronger?" The doctor couldn't help asking.

"I don't feel like I used to be a god." Sariel stuck out her tongue.

"Very good," said the doctor, and he fell into a deep silence. He was flipping through books on heresy, "What about distributing the priest's land to the poor, what free academic discussion."

"Each one is enough to kill many times." He whispered.

"Yes, he committed a total of 130 crimes." Sariel couldn't help but said softly, "I think human beings can always refresh my understanding of outlaws."

"But as long as he admits his mistake, the Holy See will open his arms and let him go back." The doctor said softly.

"Yes, I've heard that he was once placed with high hopes, such as becoming a cardinal and reaching the pinnacle of his life." Sariel said, "It's probably a good hand that was played poorly."

The doctor shook his head.

After a while, he sighed softly, "If you don't admit your mistake."

"Probably try the torture devices in those rooms, and then be sent to heaven by fire, and our noble father will judge." Sariye said heartlessly.

"What's the matter, has your savior's problem flared up again?" Sariel asked.

The doctor shook his head.

"But I think he's not bad." The doctor said softly, "and what he said is quite reasonable."

"Yes, yes, what you said is super reasonable." Sariel turned around twice, "So many young people like it, so I have to die."

"But such a radical idea is destined to be impossible to realize." Sariel tapped his head with the back of his hand, "What is this called? It's too big a step."

"Don't say the second half of the sentence." The doctor said.

"Can you use your strength?" asked the doctor.

Sariel shook his head, "Unless you want your father to find us quickly and take us back to criticize education."

"Forget it." The doctor said, and he stood up, "I'll ask her."

The middle-aged man knelt on the cold floor. His face was pale and his body was covered with wounds. Blood came out from inside and fell drop by drop on the dirty cell floor. His weak body couldn't bear it anymore, and his heart was fighting desperately. When he felt that he was about to fall in the next second, he felt that he was being supported by someone.

It was a pair of warm and generous hands. He raised his eyes and saw a familiar face.

"Are you in prison too?" He forced a smile and asked, "Wait a minute, you are in prison, you probably won't share a room with me."

"Why are you so convinced that gods don't exist?" The doctor asked softly, the only beam of light coming through the narrow window shone on his head, making him look noble and holy.

Behind the doctor, he saw a young girl standing against the wall with her arms folded. She had pure white hair, neatly combed, long and soft eyelashes, and a delicate nose and jaw that outlined perfect lines. , but she was wearing a very old dress and was flipping through a book in her hand.

"Don't look at me." The girl raised her hand to cover her face, "If you want to talk to him, I will satisfy you."

The doctor let out a sigh.

"Why don't you turn back?" He asked softly, "Why do you have to suffer all this?"

The middle-aged man was slightly surprised.

His knowledge told him that two people entered his room in one breath without any guards noticing it. If he didn't use some magic or something, it might be completely impossible.

"I've read your book." The doctor said softly. "If you were in a high position, wouldn't you be able to accomplish something?"

The middle-aged man turned his head away, he was silent for a while, covered his face and smiled.

"Of course I know that I will accomplish nothing in this life." He said softly, "I was originally a desperado, and I bet all my wealth and life on the future."

"How about going back? They asked me to go back, but they hoped that I would continue to interpret the scriptures and destroy my own theories."

Due to his weakness, he took a deep breath before he could continue, "Speaking of which, have you ever seen a witch burned to death, or a poor man's home, or a carload of books burned?"

"If this is the meaning of God, there probably is no God in this world." He said softly.

The doctor couldn't help turning his head to look at the girl. The girl spread her hands helplessly. She tore a page from the book and folded it lightly in her hand. A butterfly flew out of her hands and landed on the ground. Doctor's hands.

"If you want me to perform miracles, is this enough?"

The girl asked, then she came over, stretched out her hand, grabbed the doctor's hand, and showed him the scar on his palm, "This is Messiah himself, if you have any questions, you can ask."

The middle-aged man looked shocked.

It was a miracle, an absolute miracle, and they weren't lying.

His hands trembled slightly, but he managed to support his body, "I do have a problem."

"Who gave the Church the right to kill? God?"

The doctor lowered his eyes, and he nodded.

"Is he also God who told them they could shed the blood of heathens?"

The doctor nodded.

"Cruelly suppressing all different voices, is this teaching also given by God?"

The doctor felt as if he was standing in court, but he was the one being interrogated, but his soul could not struggle, so he nodded again.

The middle-aged man was silent.

His excessive panting made the doctors think he was going to pass out the next second.

But he didn't.

He finally raised his head and smiled, "Okay, then I've decided, I don't believe in God anymore."

"Faith may give people a moment of peace, but people should not bet everything on God, let alone believe in only one God."

He said softly, and the girl looked into his eyes, which contained the enthusiasm of the Apollo and the determination of the Dionysus.

"If a person wants to, he can believe in the gods of ancient Greece, or he can like the gods of ancient Egypt.

Even drawing pictures of giant gods in the distance, people have entertained gods for too long. If they can, why can't gods entertain people. "

He said, his hands no longer shaking, "If you're the Messiah, if you think I'm blaspheming, which I am now, you can kill me."

The girl couldn't help laughing.

The doctor froze in place.

"I really don't seem to have done anything," murmured the doctor.

"No, I think that if you really did what is recorded in the Bible, you are a great person." The middle-aged man said softly, "You taught people, enlightened people, and died for people."

"If you are willing, I am willing to defend your rights as a person to the death. If I were born at the same time as you, I am willing to help you to wander, that's all."

The doctor covered his eyes.

He laughed too.

"Thank you." He said softly, "I see, thank you."

"As you can see, I am indeed a human being."

The eyes of the middle-aged man fell on the young girl. This young girl unexpectedly made people feel warm and peaceful. It seemed that looking at her could dispel fear, gain some kind of strength, and even defeat death.

"Since everything is bet on the future, then believe in the future." The girl said with a smile, "Believe in human beings, believe in youth that never fades."

The girl grabbed the doctor's wrist, "Then let's go."

The doctor nodded.

Like a drop of water falling into a lake, they disappeared in an instant. The middle-aged man saw the butterfly fall and recovered into a page.

It's something he wrote himself.

He felt something warm in his heart for no reason, "Even the glaciers on the Caucasus Mountains cannot cool the fire in my heart." (1) He read it softly.

The girl stretched out her hand to cover her chest.

"What's wrong?" asked the doctor.

"Someone called my name," she said softly.

She turned her head to look at the peaceful Tiber River.

To tell the truth, she didn't want to be mentioned by humans, and she couldn't help but think of God Chaos' blessings to her many, many years ago.

"You will have no devotees, no temples."

"But when the long night falls, those who would not sleep to death will remember your name, and fight till the sun burns the stars."

Only when human beings are in the most painful and coldest time, the cold night before dawn, and the severe pain before breaking out of the cocoon and becoming a butterfly, will they think of her name.

"Everyone gave him life education in turn." Sariel said, "But it seems to have failed, that guy was executed."

"I don't know what effect hitting a stone with a pebble will have." Sariel complained, "So what if he is dead, his books will be burned under supervision."

"Only by burning it can everyone read it." The doctor said softly.

Sally looked at him in astonishment.

"He died, so they lost, so I lost." The doctor chuckled, "Isn't it like this?"

Looking out of the window, the two saw the priest in black hastily sweep up all the ashes and throw them into the Tiber.

To prevent anyone from commemorating this heretic.

Sariel closed the curtains, "Oh, it was so easy to get a little lively, so it's over."

"It's not over." The doctor said softly, and he stood up, "Sariel." He called his name softly.

"I'm here." Sariel lowered her head.

"Dedicate your strength to me, can you?" asked the doctor.

Sariel nodded, "But if you use it, you will definitely be found."

"But with that guy's help, there shouldn't be any problem in escaping." Sariel rambled, his voice suddenly stopped because the doctor didn't answer him.

"What's wrong?" Sally asked.

"It's okay, he won't find me." The doctor said softly, "I just have a society that invited me to be a guest on a medical forum."

"That's good." Sariel said, "So are you going to be late?"

"Yes." The doctor smiled, "Lend me your strength."

Sariel is an angel of lies, of course he knows what this guy is doing, he is lying.

"Speaking of Sariel." The doctor suddenly stopped, "What do you think the savior should do if he is saved by the world?"

"Of course it's a human being." Sariel replied, he lowered his head, unwilling to look at the doctor's face.

"Yes, so I plan to be a human being." The doctor said softly, "I am willing to move mountains and fill seas, so as to relieve people from hanging upside down."

"Strike the stone with an egg, kill the commander and capture the flag." He said, turning his head halfway, "If I make it clearer, I plan to attack the white horse knight."

"What if you never return?" Sariel asked softly.

"Isn't that normal?" The doctor said with a smile.

The author has something to say: (1) Records from the trial of Giordano Bruno

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