In an unknown enlarged secret room in the Supreme Church, the sound is so quiet that it seems to be isolated from the world. It is not the tranquility after the night falls in the city, but the silence in the absolute sense. A space with zero decibels seems to be unable to convey the movement of the earth. If someone is inside, he will clearly hear his own breathing and the sound of his heart beating.

Although this secret room is large, two-thirds of the space is occupied by a strange statue. A bronze-casting stove is placed near a corner of the room. There is no idea what incense is lit inside. With a wisp of blue smoke, a refreshing fragrance permeates the entire room.

At this time, a soul bead that appeared suddenly floated into the room and actively drilled into one of the seven grooves on the chest of the strange statue. The soul bead, which was obviously not physical, made a sound of inlaying objects. Then something was running in the statue, just like the gears in large machinery that were popular in the Middle Ages.

This secret room has no entrance, but accompanied by a twisted ripples of space. A man in a holy robe and a white gauze scarf entered the room. He looked at the huge statue that was beginning to move, and said in an old voice that could not suppress the joy: "It's finally begun. The road of fate begins, no one can stop the disaster in the dark."

At this time, another sound suddenly appeared in the room.

"After many years of layout, I finally started to collect the palace today. I picked the fruits I planted with my own hands. This taste must be wonderful." The speaker was wearing a golden robe and entered the secret room at some point. Not only did he not touch the restriction of the room, but he did not even distort the space. His voice echoed in the space, chaotic and difficult to identify the direction.

The man in the holy robe's face was covered by a gauze scarf, and his expression was invisible, but as long as he was in the secret room, he could feel his emotional changes. The joy he had before was completely gone, and what was left was a deep alert.

"Master Mingming, there is no need to pretend to be a ghost in front of me. I know your background very well. It is not enough to deceive the ignorant people by doing this trick. You still have to trick this ridiculous trick in front of me. Don't you think this is a kind of self-deception?"

"Haha, people say that they don't forget to dig wells when drinking water. Before you can drink water, you have forgotten all the kindness that guided you eight years ago to find the source of disaster. I really sigh that I am not as good as I dare to trick you in front of you."

"Save it, I know your thoughts very well. I told me what kind of thoughts I had at the beginning, and you know it better yourself! Besides, even without your guidance back then, I could still find a way, just waste more time, but for those who have infinite lives, time is not a problem at all."

"That's really a shame. It turns out that you have cured the injuries left in the Middle Earth Godland. It seems that I am overestimating my ability and underestimating your ability, so I committed such a crime that I have committed."

These words seemed to have hit the taboo of the man in the holy robe. The atmosphere in the secret room became solemn and full of murderous intent. If there was a disagreement, there would be a tendency to fight.

"Master Mingming, put away your ghosts and monsters and see who you are talking to! Even if your true body is constantly jumping in multiple dimensions, I still have a way to deal with you. If you still want to continue your long and boring career, it is best to be aware of it, some of the costs you cannot afford!"

"Haha, is your method of losing both sides? If you really had the means to subdue me, I'm afraid you'd have taken action long ago. I could feel the greed revealed in your eyes, hiding under the scarf."

The man in the holy robe exuded a momentum like a sea and a mountain, and his tone rose: "Then do you want to come and experience it yourself and see if I'm talking big?"

"Then there is no need. A gentleman does not stand between walls and takes risks because of a dispute over intention. It is not done by a wise man. If he accidentally offended you in his words, I would like to apologize for this and hope he will forgive him." The Master Mingming lowered his head, did not hesitate too much, and did not seem to care about this little face.

"Hmph!" The man in the holy robe retracted his momentum, but there was still a depressing atmosphere. "Some people you can bully, because they can't threaten you at all, and there is nothing to do with you, but some people you'd better not try to provoke the bottom line, and you can't even say a harsh word. The fire player is easy to **, you don't understand this principle."

He didn't choose to take action because he was not sure. Of course, if he really wanted to take action, he wouldn't be afraid. Now that the other party has been convinced and given a step, he has no intention of trying his best.

"I have accepted your unpleasant words. As apologize, I will pray every day and wait for your great host on the other side of the truth."

"Thank you, you're good at it. Before my mood gets worse, get out!"

After watching the Lord Ming leave with a disgusting smile, the man in the holy robe turned his eyes to the statue again and sighed: "Since it starts, don't stop, don't let me wait too long, the Cursed Son."

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The next day, Sex's skin was hung at the door of Julius's mansion, with the words "This is the end that prevents me from exercising justice."

Regardless of the reaction of the parties involved, this incident caused a sensation in the entire holy capital. The official just realized that he should control public opinion, but before he could implement it, almost all the residents of the city knew about it. Not only that, tourists and foreigners living in the holy capital have already transmitted the news back to China. After all, it is not the era of backward communications in the past. Even if the government wants to cover it up, it is difficult for the whole country to be perfect. At most, it is prohibited from spreading the media in its own country.

Although the ban was issued, the media in other countries would not care about the instructions of the Holy Alliance and would do their best to report the time of this major murder demonstration, especially the Dark Dynasty, who wished to publicize it so that everyone around the world knew that in this incident, the Holy Alliance lost a great face.

The most trusted combat power of the Holy Alliance, members of the heresy trial team who have the function of executing pagans, were killed on their own territory, and later hung corpses to demonstrate. Such behavior is like slapping over, slapping a tooth from the tiger's mouth, then making a necklace, and swaying in front of the tiger.

Therefore, even if the people in the Holy Capital seem to care, as soon as they closed the door, the most discussed matter was still the matter. Everyone's eyes were focused on Julius, guessing what earth-shaking reaction this big man would make.

But to their disappointment, they had no reaction. Julius went to work as usual and got off work as usual. His work condition was as good as before, and he was as if nothing had happened.

Although those newspapers want to interview, their free interview rights are only effective for those inconspicuous little people. With Julius' status and status, it is difficult to meet, let alone interviews. As long as he doesn't want to say it, no one can do anything about him. He dares to go to the mansion to force a sneak shot and throw people into prison on the charge of breaking into a private house. He is the minister of the court. No judge dares to give face and has no place to say anything if there is any injustice.

As the initiator, Tang Ning did not show any abnormality. Except for writing a letter of condolence at the beginning, he was very tactful and did not contact him anymore. He knew that when he met Julius at this time, he would just be bored by himself, and instead ended up with an impression of not knowing how to advance or retreat.

But he didn't stay home all the time. Today, he was invited by Saint Corlet to go to an orphanage outside the suburbs. This is also a small link in charity activities, allowing donors to understand where their money was spent.

To be honest, Tang Ning doesn't like children. To be precise, he doesn't like ignorant and incompetent guys. Children are often satisfied with these two days because of their age. In many people's eyes, it is a manifestation of innocence and childlike interest. However, Tang Ning is a person who only cares about the result and does not care about the reason. In his opinion, there are no lies with good intentions in the world. Lies are evil. The prefix of good intentions is just an excuse to escape sin. There are only truth and falsehood in the world.

Therefore, no matter what the reason is, those who are capable are worthy of their attention, while those who are not capable are not worth it. It has nothing to do with age, appearance, and background, and he doesn't care about these things.

Tang Ning followed Corlet to a large mansion that looked very much like a church. Several children who were helping pick tea at the door looked up and saw someone. They immediately shouted excitedly: "Sister Corlet is back! Come out quickly!"

They quickly ran into the house, and not long after, more children ran out. They were of different ages, ranging from five to six to thirteen to fourteen, with more than twenty girls, and the only thing that was the same was that they all had hope and joyful smiles on their faces.

Corlet asked in the tone of an elder: "When I was not here, did you study hard?"

"have!"

"No one is lazy and not working, right?"

"No!"

"Well, that's great. Everyone is very obedient. Take it. This is a reward for you." Corrett smiled and took out the snacks and gifts he bought along the way from the space bag.

Seeing the children in front of him carrying gifts, Tang Ning showed a thoughtful expression. If it were an ordinary family, he would definitely ask greetings such as "Are you good or not" and "Are you disobedient?" rather than being full of reality and philanthropy as before.

But this is helpless. No matter who is going to step out of the ivory tower one day, let alone orphans, they must learn to be self-reliant. This educational method is very consistent with Corlet's style. It is not to protect people in the ivory tower, but to teach them practical life skills. I think it is somewhat affected by the days when I lived in the Capital of Thousand Sin.

Children should have a carefree childhood, but that is for ordinary people. For these orphans, such childhood is too luxurious, and blindly pampering is irresponsible.

Tang Ning followed behind, just watching, not speaking, and the children did not deliberately pester the stranger. They instinctively felt that this adult was not easy to deal with.

A girl about ten years old came to report and said, "Sister Corlett, the badge you gave me last time disappeared. She was clearly put in good condition before going to bed, but she disappeared when she woke up in the morning."

"Oh, I lost something. But who would take a decoration like a badge? You must know that once the badge is worn on you, it will be discovered. But if you don't wear it, what's the point of stealing it? I wonder who is playing a prank?"

Corret squinted his eyes and glanced at the children present, but unexpectedly, no one lowered his head guiltily. It seemed that the guy who committed the crime was still a little standard.

"If I remember correctly, someone seemed to say that he would become a generation of thieves in the future. Then, Machis, can you tell me what's going on?"

A young boy of eleven or two raised his hand and stood up and said as if nothing had happened: "I was in the dormitory last night, and Roche can testify for me."

A boy next to him nodded and said, "Maggis had never been out last night."

"Hey, is this true? But it's very strange. This morning, when I helped the dean clean the rooms, I seemed to find a badge under someone's bed, and it happened to be that it was also a badge used by a lady. Machis, can you tell me what happened?"

Ellie said in surprise: "Sister Corrett, you have found it long ago."

Marches panicked, "How is it possible? I clearly put it in the closet, did I fall out again...I was cheated again!"

The boy reacted very quickly and immediately realized that he was fooled. The other party deliberately seduced him to admit his guilt. He couldn't help but hold his head in his hands and scream regretfully.

Corlet said with a stern face: "Maggis, go to the room immediately to bring the things, apologize to Ellie, and then go to the dean to ask for punishment."

"Yes." Machis answered weakly like a frost-beating eggplant, and then stepped onto the stairs with Xiao Se's back as if he was about to go to the execution ground.

A while later he came downstairs and handed the badge to Ellie, apologized and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken your stuff, I hope you can forgive me."

Corrett touched his head and asked, "It's gone? Will you still have a prank next time?"

"It's not a prank... I thought this would prove it..." Machis muttered softly.

Corret knew that the other party was so disappointed because he had promised that as long as he could steal things while he was temporarily staying without being discovered, he agreed to join the mercenary group to take risks, so he persuaded him: "It's just a small setback. I can't bear this difficulty and want to take risks. I'm too underestimating the profession of mercenaries. Do you know where you are wrong?"

"It shouldn't be fooled easily."

Corlet smiled and said, "This is certainly a reason, but what is more important is what you said before. When I ask you, you shouldn't defend yourself as soon as possible, as it's too obvious. It's best to pretend to help analyze and put yourself completely out of it. Also, your absence proves too artificial. Who doesn't know that you, Machis, is an active ghost? Isn't it more suspicious that last night's abnormality? You should know that the person who is most suspicious is the person who acts the most different from usual. If you want to do it, it's best to try to make others take the blame to attract attention. Of course, this is your partner. If you dare to do this, don't blame us for driving you out."

"I see."

"It's good if you know, go back."

Tang Ning was interested and said, "Is this kind of education rare?"

Corrett said: "Before morality and etiquette, you must have a full meal. Black-frame thieves are also a profession recognized by the guild. Whether it is spying on intelligence or seizing confidentiality, they are very important skills. Perhaps parents hope that their children can make a name for themselves in the future and gain a good reputation, but for them, it is more important to survive in society."

“Can priests encourage others to lie?”

"It is not to encourage people to lie, but to encourage people to use their brains. This is also a skill, but to control the direction. It is also to steal things, rob the rich and help the poor, and to call them chivalrous thieves who harm civilians. "

At this time, a figure hurriedly ran in from outside. It was a 14 or 15-year-old boy with short green hair. His cheeks turned red because of the rapid running. He had a youthful and childish spirit gradually faded away from the positive transformation to maturity.

"Sister Corrett, I'm already a second-level magician. Can I let me go to the Adventure Guild? I usually work for Uncle Luke, and there is no problem with my experience."

Without the guidance of a famous teacher, the age of a second-level magician is not good, but he will never be able to do so. He is a good seedling worth cultivating.

Then, under the anticipated gaze, Corlet asked calmly: "So have I learned the silence skills?"

The boy gritted his teeth, his little face turned redder: "No...no, but, I have been able to release some range magic, and my speed is only a little bit worse, and..."

"No!" Corret, who had just spoken well, now seemed to have changed someone else, and refused seriously, "I don't care whether you are a second-level magician or a third-level magician. In short, don't want to join if you haven't met the requirements. Do you have to betray your previous promise?"

"Yes, I'm sorry." The boy lowered his head sadly and whispered in disappointment.

Corret touched his head with a motherly smile and said, "Now I really regret the stories I told you before. If possible, I hope you can go to the Magic Guild, without asking for any power and fame, and live a peaceful life."

Indeed, as long as you join the Magic Guild in the Kingdom, you will receive a considerable amount of money every month. A second-level magician can get thirty gold coins every month. With the talent of a young man, he will definitely be accepted as a disciple by an old magician. As long as he does not fight, he will live a comfortable life.

However, the magicians cultivated in this way are just vague and have no practical ability. There have been examples of advanced magicians cultivated by Magic Guilds being knocked out by street gangsters. Their role is more in academic research and the invention of magic props.

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Chapter completed!