In the middle of the night, in the apartment of the Temple of Justice, Julia and Tiffany, whose faces were pale, were sent back to the room.

The heavy shackles were still on their wrists.

Even if they are ladies, they still inevitably accept the confinement of divine arts.

An entire afternoon of investigation and interrogation took a huge toll on the two girls' physical and mental strength. Fortunately, the Justice Sect followed strict rules and regulations, so there was no torture.

"Two ladies, there will be a prayer ceremony tomorrow morning...don't worry, the ceremony won't hurt the two of you, it's just that you may have to get up early, so you two remember to rest early, when the time comes, I will Come knock on the door."

After a cleric finished speaking, he closed the door, followed by the sound of footsteps leaving.

Of course, there were relatively heavy footsteps approaching along with the crashing sound of the armor shaking.

The room where they rested was not very big. In fact, it was not much different from the double dormitory in some universities, and it was even simpler.

Julia didn't stay by the door for too long. She turned around and went to the bathroom next to her. After a simple wash, she went back to the bed and slept in her clothes. She didn't have any communication with Tiffany Garcia the whole time.

Julia also sees what happened before. She has traveled with Donald and the others for the past six months. What she has seen and heard along the way may be more than what ordinary people have seen in a lifetime. In addition, Donald and the others have cultivated and Teaching, she naturally developed the habit of thinking more when encountering problems.

An afternoon is enough to figure out something.

So she looked at Tiffany's eyes subconsciously a little bad.

Women are always emotionally sensitive, and Tiffany immediately noticed Julia's resistance to her, but she didn't know how to refute it.

As the eldest daughter of the Garcia family, what does the family seal look like? She is one of the people with the most say. She has read the letter carefully, and the seal on it is indeed not fake...

Although she said that the seal might have been stolen by others when asked by the Justice Sect, the other party obviously did not believe her statement.

She didn't know it, and at the same time she believed that Horn was just like herself.

During this half-day, she was also thinking and recalling several conversations she had with her father when she was still in Demingham.

The training of talent was the most frequent topic of their father and daughter during that time, and it was also her father's greatest concern. This was to smoothly bring the body of the Holy Son to the Temple of Justice in its sealed state. She understands that.

As the eldest daughter of the ruling family of Demingham, she is willing and willing to make sacrifices for the place that her ancestors guarded.

She really thought so at the time.

But in the current situation, Tiffany immediately recalled the words of encouragement his father had said to him before leaving.

Even sacrifice everything for the family!

The interests of the empire are above all else!

......

These words were still in my ears when I recalled them at this time, but they did not have the original motivational emotions, but they sounded a bit harsh.

She thought about it and made it clear, refuting the contents of the letter one by one.

She didn't want to be a traitor in the eyes of the rest of the team, and she didn't want Horn to be a traitor like herself.

But in the end, she still didn't dare to tell the truth, because she was Tiffany Garcia, and as long as her surname did not change, some things were up to her.

As her father once said, she is first and foremost a nobleman of the Lane Empire, secondly the eldest daughter of the Garcia family, and finally Tiffany Garcia herself.

It's just that Tiffany still thinks differently after all, her heart is divided, how can the people of the justice sect not see it?

Those who interrogated her were the most experienced interrogators. The mind of a girl like her could be seen clearly at a glance, and she didn't even need her talent.

But Julia, every sentence is true, but it makes them a little unpredictable for a while.

The current situation is that both sides insist on their own opinions. The interrogation here proves that Julia’s remarks are true. She did not deceive. Even if she used the Dream Inquiry Potion, the result still did not change. is another way of saying it.

Who should be trusted?

It stands to reason that hearing is delusional, but seeing is believing. Julia's confession has been confirmed not to be false, and the sect of justice should believe her.

But Demingham, as one of the major cities in the Ryan Empire, should have a very high credibility of the letters sent by the ruling family in the name of the city government.

This puts the Justice Sect side in a dilemma for a short period of time.

Some people might say, wouldn't it be enough to just pull the two sides together to confront each other?

Who is right and who is wrong, who is true and who is false can immediately have a statement.

However, the Righteous Sect is still far from Demingham, and the current communication system or the teleportation circle may not be able to be used across half of the empire.

As usual, it's okay to wait for a while, but the problem of the Holy Son can't wait.

This makes this all of a sudden tricky.

Well, that's all in the past, and things are very different now.

Because His Holiness the Pope suddenly called another meeting in the evening.

This time the meeting also didn't last long, but all the senior members of the sect left the chamber with a relaxed look on their faces.

Because they all know that this difficult matter has been solved in the most complete way.

It is even possible to turn the original crisis into a miracle belonging to the sect of justice.

......

In Demingham

Deputy Mayor Mark Darren has become increasingly frail in recent months, and after a doctor's diagnosis, his life will come to an end.

This is not such a sudden or unacceptable thing. In fact, at the age of Mark Darren, he is not a stranger himself. This is a normal situation. The younger generation in the Darren family has long been psychological. Prepare.

Only after the diagnosis was over, the Darren family closed the gate of the manor and refused any outsider's visit or visit. It is said that this is the wish of His Excellency Mark Darren.

He wanted to walk the last part of the road quietly.

Only one person's visit was not prevented.

Semir Garcia, Lord Mayor of Demingham.

In the sunny garden, the two sat down in the courtyard. After the tea was brewed, the servants soon left at the sign of Mark Darren, who had suddenly recovered from this morning.

"I'm dying, I can feel it, this may be the last time I'm sober in my life."

After taking a sip of tea, Mark Darren continued with a smile,

"This tea finally has a taste, and it feels good."

"Uncle Mark..."

Semir Garcia didn't know what to say for a while, just pursed his lips and looked gloomy.

"Semir, don't grieve for me, because this is the law of nature, and I will gladly accept it... Unfortunately, it is too late to see that scene."

Mark looked up at the sky, as if looking for something.

"It should be soon, please be sure to wait!"

This is the goal they have been striving for all their lives, and now it is finally to be achieved, Semir wants Mark to witness the arrival of a new era no matter what.

"Will the gods die?"

Mark did not respond to Semir's request, but asked softly, then looked up at Semir and asked,

"Can gods die?"

The expression on Samuel's face turned serious.

He knew that this was the last in-depth conversation between uncles and nephews. His uncle, throughout his life, was thinking about the Ryan Empire.

To the end of death.

How is this similar to your own father?

"Won't die... It's impossible for us to do that now... At least in the current situation~lightnovelpub.net~ That's still impossible, but, No does not mean no, faith creates gods, not gods create faith, this sentence is not bad at all.”

Semir's words sounded contradictory at first, but Mark nodded in agreement.

Long silence.

Suddenly, the wind blows through the garden, and the petals and broken leaves of the early spring flutter with the wind.

"When the brightest stars disappear in the night sky."

"Is he dead? He's not dead."

"When faith is no longer high above, the existence in the starry sky steps into the earth."

"Is he not dead? He is dead!"

In the garden, the dying old man muttered to himself.

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