The city of Tyrol in early winter was shrouded in dark clouds. There was no sun to see on the gloomy streets. The feeling of walking on the road was only a cold soaked in the bones.

A huge wooden platform was erected in the center of the Vatican Plaza. The bottom of the wooden platform was filled with firewood and firewood, and a cross stood above it.

At 8 o'clock in the morning, people from different places in the city and different industries gathered in the square, with the same purpose-to watch the burning of a church deacon.

In the huge square, people were excitedly discussing the details of the punishment. The vendors shuttled through it, and all kinds of voices converged, showing the various forms of sentient beings.

A butcher, still wearing a single shirt in the cold wind, stood on the stacked wooden boxes and said with a smile to his friend: "I have seen the church put many people on the torture frame, but a church deacon... This is the first time I have heard of it."

Several exposed prostitutes gathered together and talked about the identity of the victim. A woman pretended to be mysterious and said: "Do you know? I have seen the deacon of the Holy See. He is handsome and has a naturally **** voice!"

Upon hearing this, her companion burst into laughter and laughed at her heart of thinking of spring.

A farmer couple who rushed to the city early in the morning found the servant who was in charge of sweeping the body, stuffed each other a small bag of bronze stars, and whispered: "Our child is seriously ill. A witch doctor told us that there are only people who serve God. The ashes can cure the child’s disease."

The servant took the purse, weighed its weight, and then took the wooden bottle handed by the farmer's couple, hid it in his sleeves, and nodded lightly.

The waiting crowd in the square stood in the cold wind and waited for almost two hours. When everyone was restless and discussing with each other, a line of people walked out of the gate of the main hall of the Holy See.

The two judges of the heretic inquisition, one on the left and one on the right, carried a faintly recognizable creature on their shoulders, and walked to the high platform of the torture rack.

What surprised the visitors was that the person in charge of the crime reading today was actually Cardinal Jacob.

Such a high-ranking and high-ranking person deliberately came to announce the crimes of a sinner. This is something that has never happened before in fire torture.

Jacob, in a holy order, stood on the reading platform and said loudly: "Tristan Inge Bradford, originally the chief deacon under the seat of the Holy See Cardinal Abel, is serving God. On the way, he was tempted by the devil and became an accomplice of evil infidels. He was charged with blaspheming the Holy Spirit, betraying the Holy See, and studying sorcery..."

As people watched in astonishment, Jacob chanted for five minutes just because of the crime, and even the executioner beside the pyre was tired and yawned.

Just when Jacob was about to make a long speech, a church staff member ran up to him and whispered to him: "The Pope has ordered that we stop talking about these things. This is not a glorious thing..."

Jacob opened his mouth and waved his hand sullenly: "Then execute the punishment."

As he passed by the executioner, Jacob said in a low voice: "Don't burn the fire too much, let me cook this guy slowly!"

Seeing the executioner take the order and leave, Jacob nodded in satisfaction.

Amidst the cheers and applause of the people, the pyre was quickly lit up.

The blazing flames scorched the victim, and the crackling sound of wood burning could be heard from a hundred meters away.

Tristan, who had been devastated to the point of no human form, slowly opened the only remaining eye and the rotting wounds all over his body, but because of the high temperature, there was a trace of sensation.

He looked at the crowds under the torture stage, and suddenly shouted hoarsely: "You who live in lies! Do you feel happy?!"

People were stunned by Tristan's cry, and the noise in the crowd gradually calmed down. Everyone wanted to hear what the dying guy was going to say.

"Do you feel happy if you are treated as animals and donated your hair, flesh and blood and freedom?!"

Jacob, who had just walked to the viewing platform, heard Tristan's yelling, and turned his head in surprise.

"After a whole life in a humble mood, I don't even have the courage to move forward! Do you feel happy like this?!"

Enduring the high temperature and burning from the lower limbs, Tristan raised his neck and said loudly: "You pin all your hopes on a cold statue. You have abandoned your dignity and your dreams, just to be in the illusion. In the bubble, enjoy this meaningless happiness!"

A church member hurried to Jacob's side and said anxiously: "The Pope has ordered! Let the **** on the torture rack shut up immediately!"

Jacob, who was awake from his dream, jumped off the observatory and ran to the torture stand in the center of the square, and shouted as he ran: "Increase the fire! Burn him! Burn him immediately!"

Knowing that his life is coming to an end, Tristan used the last strength in his chest to roar at the people on the square: "If the sky is dark, then survive in the dark; if it is dangerous to make a sound, then Keep silent; if you feel powerless to shine, then huddle in the corner. But! Don’t justify the darkness just because you’re used to it; don’t be complacent because of your stubbornness; don’t mock people who are more brave and enthusiastic than yourself! Humans are here! In front of the so-called gods, perhaps humble is like dust, but they must not be twisted like maggots!"

The soaring fire engulfed the entire wooden platform, and the body was no longer visible, but those voices echoed in people's ears forever.

There were no more noisy voices in the square. Everyone lost their voices for a while watching the beating flame in their eyes.

Suddenly, a rider was holding the report, walking through the crowded streets, and rushing towards the center of the Holy See.

"Allied forces are defeated! Allied forces are defeated! Only nine survivors of the Holy See army!"

Accompanied by this shrill loud shout, the sky full of snowflakes fell from the sky, and the first snow in early winter quietly flew into every corner of the city.

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Seven days later, Twilight West City, Alien Affairs Administration Department.

Rachel looked at the sample book of the heterogeneous library, compared the heterogeneous population register, and carefully wrote down a series of numbers.

There was a knock on the door of the room.

Rachel put down the pen in his hand, rubbed his sore eyes, and said, "Come in."

A young woman wearing tight leather armor opened the door and walked in slowly, looking at Rachel and stopped talking.

The latter looked up, and a smile appeared on his sleepy face: "Kalin."

Karin Foreman lowered her head and looked to the ground.

Rachel said, "Karin, regarding the Holy Acropolis, you led the association to find out the tunnel and caught the internal response. You did a good job... what kind of reward do you want?"

"Sister Rachel..." Karin said, "There is news from Tyrol Capital. Mr. Tristan... was burned a week ago."

Rachel opened her eyes for an instant, but soon she recovered her calm and whispered, "Really?"

Karin took a careful look at the other person's expression, and said softly: "We tried our best, but the other party didn't want to leave."

Rachel pushed aside the chair, stood up straight, smiled and said, "I know, I don't blame you for this matter."

Seeing Rachel opened the door, Karin asked, "Sister Rachel, where are you going?"

"I owe someone a favor, and I must pay it now."

After saying this, Rachel left the room straight away.

After reporting the application to the guards, Rachel came to the door of the King's Audience Room and knocked on the door lightly.

After getting permission, she walked into the room and said straightforwardly to Todd at the table: "I hope you can do me a favor."

Todd looked at the woman suspiciously, and asked, "Help?"

"I hope you can help open up the soul space and find Deirdre again."

Todd looked at Rachel's serious expression, after only a few seconds of thinking, he agreed to the other party's request.

When he arrived at the Institute of Soul Space, Rachel said to Deirdre who had just walked in: "My sister, I need your help."

Deirdre first glanced at Todd strangely, and found that the latter also had an inexplicable look~lightnovelpub.net~ and said to Rachel: "What do I need to do?"

Rachel called up the image of Tristan from his memory and said to Deirdre: "This man is called Tristan Inge Bradford. He was burned a week ago..."

"Tristan is dead?"

Hearing what Rachel said, Todd frowned and asked anxiously.

The former looked at the latter and nodded solemnly.

Todd sighed deeply, sat on the office chair, lowered his head, and waved to Rachel to leave him alone.

Richel then said to Deirdre: "I hope you will use the power of the'psychic' to bring Tristan's soul here."

Seeing Deirdre Yiyan start summoning Tristan's soul, Todd raised his head and asked Rachel, "What do you want to do?"

The latter looked at the light blue particles in the air and said sadly: "There are some things that I didn't tell Tristan, let him pass this life in confusion and depression, this is my fault."

Todd was waiting to ask again, and Tristan's pale blue soul had appeared in the room.

Rachel looked at Deirdre who was slightly tired, and asked worriedly: "If I want to call another person's soul, can you hold it with your current body?"

Taking a deep breath, Deirdre nodded firmly.

Rachel glanced at Tristan's soul, and said to Deirdre: "The second soul summoned is called Mia Avanderin."

Deirdre said to Rachel: "The name is not enough, I must know what she looks like."

Rachel stretched out her hand and pointed to herself: "Mia Avanderin, no matter her appearance or physical characteristics, she is exactly the same as me." (https:)

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