The morning after the trial was over, Todd, who was transformed into a human form, sat in the King’s audience room, quietly watching the letter from Mary, Queen of the Holy Acropolis.

　　

　　 After expressing some lovesickness, Mary wrote in the letter:

　　

　　 There is evidence that there are serious disagreements within the Heavenly Father’s Church.

　　

　　 Some priests in the church, with the followers of the church under their jurisdiction, took the initiative to defect to the Protestant kingdom, seeking refuge from the Protestant religion.

　　

　　The priests said that the radicals in the church have raised religious speculative disputes to personal persecution and doctrinal wars.

　　

　　 In the die-hard countries of the Heavenly Father Church, tragedies of arresting and killing Protestants are staged every day.

　　

　　 The torture frames that were used to burn witches and warlocks to death are now reserved for the Protestants who hold the same Bible.

　　

　　 Not long ago, the massacre of the extermination of the village in Isaiah has become a fuse, spreading the fire of this religious war to the central region of the entire continent.

　　

The scouts of the Holy Acropolis visited Fallon, Tiris, Orebor... In these places, the bodies of thousands of innocent people were found near the burned villages and towns. They were buried in the shallows. In the dirt pit, the servants were unwilling to complete a corpse of a suitable size.

　　

　　 In the grass beside the road, beasts with human stumps can be seen everywhere, eating their flesh and blood there.

　　

　　In the city of Tyrol in the Pope’s kingdom, more and more nobles gathered in front of the church and initiated repeated questions and roars, asking the bishops to give a reasonable explanation.

　　

　　 After reading these words, Todd slowly put the letter on the table, and said softly, "It's almost time."

　　

　　 The knock on the door outside the door interrupted his thinking.

　　

　　 "Your Majesty, Lord Ackerman, Commander of the Holy Religious Army, and Madam Minnie, the Great Shaman, ask for an audience."

　　

　　 Todd put the letter in the drawer, tapped the tabletop lightly, and said, "Let them in."

　　

　　 Ackerman, the dark elf, stood at the door hesitantly, settled, and then walked into the room.

　　

　　 In contrast, Minnie seemed to be more at ease.

　　

　　 The old woman moved her steps, came to a relatively comfortable sofa in the audience room, and sat down slowly, looking like she had returned to her home in the north.

　　

　　 Todd glanced at the two of them, then gestured to the guard, who closed the door.

　　

　　 "You seem to have something to say." Todd smiled while looking at Ackerman, who was standing in place, somewhat at a loss.

　　

　　 Ackerman tightened his lips and smiled awkwardly.

　　

　　 "My saint king... that bard, Beyat, was in prison last night... committed suicide..."

　　

　　 Hearing this, Todd did not have the slightest surprise on his face: "Is it suicide? Or homicide?"

　　

　　 Ackerman looked even more disturbed: "It should be suicide, but maybe there are some other factors..."

　　

　　 "Are those angry Crusaders who can no longer bear to let that scum live even one night?"

　　

　　 Ackerman lowered his head and sighed: "There was an elf in the jailer. Hearing that the bard was still bragging about his romantic deeds in prison, he couldn't bear it, so he shot that guy to death..."

　　

　　 Todd waved his hand indifferently: "If you die, you will die. I am asking you to come today because there are other things to discuss."

　　

　　Minnie put the white oak cane next to the sofa, took out a homemade cigarette from her arms, lightly lit it, put it to her mouth and took a sip: "Are you worried about the barriers between races?"

　　

　　 Todd smelled the smoke in the air, raised his eyebrows and asked Minnie: "New formula?"

　　

　　 "The tobacco from the Encate Plateau just produced this year, plus the fern, nectar, and eleven other spices..."

　　

　　 Todd smiled and stretched out his hand to Minnie.

　　

　　 Ackerman quickly said upon seeing this, "I want to try too."

　　

　　 Just like this, a dragon, a dark elf, and an old shaman, sitting on the sofa, vomiting clouds, talking about things.

　　

Ackerman took a puff of smoke and said with a blurred look: "Sometimes, I still think of the past days, that is, the days in the arena... Under the red champion, enjoying the audience Our cheers..."

　　

　　 "At that time, Casper was still alive. We danced with swords during the day and ate and drank by the campfire at night. Although life was difficult, it was not boring..."

　　

　　 Todd glanced at the burning tobacco in his hand, then cast a questioning look at Minnie.

　　

　　 The old shaman whispered: "Tobacco has some relaxing spices..."

　　

"Son of the gods, when you were with you, you were always Boyle's appearance, but now..." Ackerman scratched his neck: "Your appearance has changed a lot. I don't know many times. What to do."

　　

　　 Todd flicked the soot towards the iron plate on the table: "No matter it is Boyle or what I look like now, I can no longer be regarded as my real appearance..."

　　

Ackerman slumped back and sank his whole body deeply into the sofa: "I am no longer the village head of Thousand Wood Village, but whenever I look at myself in the mirror, I always dare not. Believe what happened..."

　　

　　 Todd threw the cigarette **** into the iron pan, nodded and said, "I have something to ask you. There are different races in the Crusades. What is the relationship between these races and between them and humans?"

　　

　　 Ackerman was stunned: "Relationship?"

　　

　　 A smile appeared on Minni's wrinkled face: "You want to ask if there are any sexual behaviors among foreign races?"

　　

　　 Todd was a little surprised, the old shaman would actually speak so directly.

　　

　　 But after another thought, Minnie said this, saving herself a lot of effort.

　　

Minnie lit a cigarette again, squinting her eyes and said: "As far as I know, there are partners among the same tribe of the Holy Clan. Although the doctrine requires that every soldier must abandon his selfish desires and dedicate everything to the gods. But things like feelings are not so easy to kill."

　　

Ackerman was a little awake by this topic. He said carefully: "Orcs, werewolves, elves, dwarves, tauren...no matter which race they are, they can often see pairs of companions within them. This kind of thing is a hidden recognition in the Crusades. Everyone knows it, but no one will try to pierce it."

　　

　　 Todd touched his chin, and continued to ask: "Then what's going on between the Crusaders and humans?"

　　

　　 Ackerman said hesitantly: "Humans are a bit different."

　　

"Different."

　　

"There is a general view among the Crusades that human beings are an old species, and their bodies and souls are incomplete. From the perspective of the Crusades, those who have completed the transformation ritual are equivalent to purging their bodies. The filthy thing of the world has gained a new life. And human beings have no way to compare with us."

　　

Hearing Ackerman’s explanation, Todd pondered for a moment and said: “So, in your opinion, the union between the Crusades is sacred and blessed. And the combination of the Crusades and human beings is the bloodline. The defilement. That’s why the love between the elf and the human has such a huge impact."

　　

Can’t hear the deep meaning in the German language~lightnovelpub.net~ Ackerman asked with some trepidation: "The Supreme Holy King, please send down the edict. In the trial of the elf Jacqueline, shall we Made a mistake?"

　　

　　 Todd shook his head slightly: "It's not a question of whether it's wrong or not."

　　

　　 Ackerman said puzzledly: "I don't understand what you mean."

　　

"Interracial marriages between different races may cause unforeseen consequences." Todd said solemnly: "Except for a very small number of variant cases, interracial marriages may lead to newborn deformities, premature deaths and even physical defects. In my world In China, this phenomenon is called reproductive isolation."

　　

　　 Todd looked at Ackerman, who was completely incomprehensible, and sighed slightly: "So, from this perspective, it may be a correct decision to prohibit intermarriage between the Crusaders and humans."

　　

　　Minnie put down the cigarette in her hand, and found that Todd's expression was slightly sad.

　　

　　 When the old woman heard the laughter of Aurora, the daughter of the Holy King, in the garden outside the window, she bowed her head thoughtfully.