Pope Cathay Pacific, the first heresy court, underground prison.

　　 "Mr. Terrence, I brought the ale you wanted." The old jailer in a gray robe looked at the thin old man in the damp and run-down cell, and tremblingly passed a paper bag from the gap between the wooden bars.

　　 This used to be an old professor at the Royal Academy of the Pope’s Kingdom. Because of the disaster of truth, he has been arrested and put into prison for several months. He stood in front of the wall, using a stone to carefully depict something. His silver beard dragged from his chin to the ground, his spine had been bent into an arch bridge, and the harsh rubbing of stones and his coughing sounded from time to time in the small room.

　　 Seeing that the prisoner did not respond, the old jailer couldn't help raising his volume a little: "Mr. Terrence, take a couple of sips while the wine is still alive?"

　　 Terrence turned around, and on his **** and filthy face, there was a brief loss of consciousness: "Ah... ale... By the way, the ale I want."

Terrence, who reached out to take the paper bag, sat down cross-legged, looked back at the wall, and said to the old jailer: "Someone told me something very interesting the other day. Suppose there is a strong force under the ground. Capturing us, they call this force gravity..."

　　 The old jailer seemed to have been accustomed to these heavenly words that the other party said, and there was some helplessness in his eyes, but more of them were lamenting.

　　 "Mr. Terrence, don't you remember what day it is?"

　　 Terrence, who was interrupted by the old jailer, was taken aback for a moment and asked, "Today?"

　　 "Yes, today."

　　 "Is it... today?"

　　 "Yes, it is today..."

　　 Terrence seemed to have taken away all his strength, leaned his back against the wall, looked at the ale in his hand, and laughed at himself: "How much time do I have?"

　　 The old jailer glanced at the sand clock at the end of the corridor, and whispered, "Two hours..."

　　 The old man opened the cork of the ale, took a sip, and raised the bottle to greet him outside the prison: "Old man, thank you for everything you have done for me, I can... well, I have nothing to give you..."

　　 The old jailer shook his head: "Someone told me to take care of you."

　　 Before Terrence could ask who it was, there was a heavy footstep at the end of the corridor.

　　 A moment later, four black robe deacons stood at the door of the cell, and one of them said, "Terrence, come with us."

　　 The old jailer stood up tremblingly, and retorted in a low voice, "But, it's not time yet."

　　 The deacon rudely pushed the old jailer away, opened the door, and reached out and grabbed Terrence's arm.

　　 The old man broke free from the restraints, and shouted: "Let go!"

After drinking from the people of these churches, Terrence grabbed the bottle and poured the whole bottle of ale into his throat. He threw the bottle on the ground. He wiped the wine stains on his beard and made a mess. In his robe, he calmly said to everyone: "My students, they have already died in the battlefield of truth. Now, it is my turn to be a teacher! Lead the way!"

　　 The deacons looked at each other, and no one touched the stubborn old man anymore.

　　 Terrence was in front, and the four people in the courthouse were behind. Everyone walked out of the underground prison, crossed the long corridor, and finally stayed in a hidden side hall.

　　 Terrence looked at the surrounding environment, frowned and said to others: "Is this a torture stand? What is this place?"

　　 No one answered his question, and the black-robed deacons exited the hall one after another. After a while, an old man in a cardinal robe walked out of the shadow of the side hall.

　　 "Abel..." Terrence opened his eyes wide: "How could it be you?"

　　 Cardinal Abel walked up to Terrence and looked at him with a smile.

　　 Two old people, one white and the other red, one represents the camp of truth, and the other comes from the core of the church.

　　 Terrence stared at the other's clothes, the golden cross, and his words gradually cooled down: "What are you doing?!"

　　 "Come and meet my old friend..." Abel found a clean stone platform and sat down.

　　 Terrence put his hand into his sleeve, and said angrily: "Thirty years ago, when we parted ways, I never recognized you as my friend again!"

　　 Abel smiled.

　　 "Damn, what are you laughing at?!" Terrence stared at the other person and said, "I'm very busy, I'm on the torture frame later, I hope you can find a good place to watch!"

Abel stopped smiling and sighed: "I think back then, the four of us didn't know the heights of the world and the dangers of the world. When we were young, we traveled through many kingdoms on the mainland with passion and impulse. Do you remember the Monastery of San Sidro? We built a laboratory together in the catacombs and wrote many books..."

"What's the point of mentioning the past?" Terrence clenched his fist: "The four of us have different ideas and different goals in the end. I pursue the ultimate truth, Theodore is fascinated by alien research, Iliad Toward the mysterious darkness, and you...you chose the church!"

"There are things you don't understand." Abel glanced at the sun outside and said to Terrence: "I never thought that the four of us chose different paths. Continue walking along our respective paths. Sooner or later you will find that we are staying at the same end."

Terrence, who could not listen for a long time, raised his arm with a look of anger: "Nonsense! Theodore and Iliad, the two of them are in a special situation, and I can understand it. But you! Being the best I am A good friend, the old seeker of truth, betrayed his belief, was fascinated by power, and walked into the church!"

　　 Abel sighed, stood up, and whispered: "Perhaps, maybe you will understand my painstaking efforts in the future."

　　 After saying this, Abel turned his head behind him and said, "Come out."

　　 Tristan walked out from the end of the side hall with two black-robed deacons.

　　 Seeing these people walking towards him maliciously, Terrence took two steps back~lightnovelpub.net~ and shouted, "What are you going to do?!"

　　 "Mr. Terrence, it may be a little painful." Tristan put on a harmless appearance.

　　 A moment later, a dull sound of falling to the ground came from the side hall.

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　　 "Today's execution is a bit boring."

　　 Pope Alexander, wearing a white robe, sat on his seat, and watched the burning fire in the distance. He smelled his nose and said displeasedly.

Sitting next to him, a cardinal with a face that looked a bit like a falcon, echoed: "When the students were burned before, there were screams, begging for mercy, and crying. They were indeed better than today. It's much more exciting. Bishop Abel, what do you think?"

Abel glanced at the other person’s ill-intentioned smile, and said nonchalantly: “Bishop Jacob, an old man, who lived in a cell for a few months, had his half life long gone. He was executed by fire. At times, it is naturally different from young people."

Having said this, Abel turned his head to Alexander and said: "My Lord Pope, I heard that before the execution, many kingdoms sent missions. Even the kings or crown princes of some countries have personally interceded with you. Would you please pardon Terrence for his crimes?"

The Pope touched his chin and said with a headache: "When Terrence was at the academy, he taught that royal family members from too many countries, whether they are aristocrats or royalty, all obey this guy. But this is also one of the reasons why I insist on burning. ."

　　 Abel nodded while listening. From the corner of his eye, he saw Tristan quietly appearing in the crowd, giving him a good gesture, and a big rock in his heart finally fell to the ground.