Crack! Crack!

The cold iron chains rubbed against the bluestone floor, making a crisp sound.

Evan slowly walked into the referee's cell in his hands in special shackles.

"What a young devil!"

"Hehe!"

"I bet he can't live a day here!"

"Give him to me! Give me!"

A black hand full of filthy stretched out from the iron railing, and many prisoners screamed strangely.

Even though Evan was mentally prepared for this situation, he couldn't help but feel trembling in his heart.

"Hey! Boy, what did you do?"

A prisoner asked with a wink.

"I did not make any mistakes. I am the Saint of God!"

Evan retorted loudly.

"Paladin Hey"

A black-robed priest escorted next to him suddenly sneered: "Do you think the identity of a paladin is rare? Tell you that the number of paladins judged by the referee is less than a dozen, and there are more priests! The guys who are locked up here may be the same as you."

"What?"

Evan heard and saw the light side of the church before, and now he suddenly touched the darkness in the courthouse, and suddenly felt that his heart was hit: "O my God."

"Gods are great, so how can you have the leisure to watch what is happening in the world?"

A priest next to him smiled indifferently: "In fact, some paladins and priests, even before they were sent to the stolen frame, their divine grace had not dispersed. They were still my priests and priests of my Lord. But so what? Haven't they been secretly executed?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt his wrist tightening.

It turned out that Evan had already grabbed his wrist, and there seemed to be a flame in his eyes: "Are you not afraid of being punished by God in such a distortion of the doctrine and persecuting other godly benefactors?"

"God's punishment?"

The priest in black smiled: "Since the end of the world, the previous Holy See's entire vassal into the Kingdom of God, our believers who are still in the mortal world have been abandoned!"

"So you think this is what you think!"

Evan seemed to have understood something: "Although the Holy See has left, the True God has not betrayed us. Doesn't the appearance of paladins and priests prove this?"

"Hehe, he is such a paladin with a firm belief. I hope you can still be as stubborn as you are now after you are on the stolen rack!"

The priest in black looked at him with pity: "You dare to hurt Lord Du Huade"

"Haha! Boy, you have a genital!"

A hearty laughter suddenly came from the prison next to him: "It's a pity why don't you use some force, just kill him just?"

"I swear, I will do this next time."

Evan said, gritting his teeth.

"You want to have a next time?"

The priest in black smiled coldly, pushed Evan into a cell, and closed the door heavily.

Bang!

The iron door was closed, and the surrounding light was dim, with foul smell and moisture, which was very unbearable.

In this environment, if it were an ordinary person, he might get sick in a few nights and no one could last for half a year.

Even though he was already a paladin and his body had been transformed by sacred power, Evan also felt weak and uncomfortable at this time.

After all, how could the Inquisition, which was the judgment of Paladins and Priests, be unprepared for these people?

Evan's cell was specially made and secretly activated a formation to suppress supernatural forces below. With his poor paladin level, he was not much better than an ordinary person at this time.

"Judgement? The stolen frame?"

At this time, no matter how prepared Evan was, he couldn't help but feel a little panicked.

"God of Redemption, forgive my fear!"

He couldn't help but kneel down and began to pray: "Even if he was killed by burning, my soul will go to the kingdom of my Lord and gain eternal life."

"Hehe! Boy, it's rare to see a paladin like you!"

At this moment, the cheerful voice continued to come in the prison next to him: "It's rare to see a rookie like you, just advanced?"

"Who are you?"

Evan came to the iron gate and tried hard to visit through the window on the door, but unfortunately he found nothing.

"I used to be a paladin!"

The voice sighed: "Since I successfully advanced, I have joined the church and have had a very good time. Unfortunately, the current Pope Jay has too much ambition. I was just a little dissatisfied with his practice of modifying the doctrine. After complaining a few words, I was locked up."

“So that’s how it is”

In Evan's heart, since the referees are all bad people, then the person who is locked up here should be a good person, right? Not to mention that the other party is still a paladin! Although it was once

"Wait for the past?"

Evan asked in disbelief.

“Yes”

The other party's voice was bitter: "Since I was imprisoned here, I have doubts about the God of Redemption, and you have seen the consequences."

For priests and paladins, falsification in faith is definitely a major event that damages the foundation.

Especially if you are deprived of the divine grace of the priest and the paladin, it basically means that the other party has given up his faith.

"It's ironic, right?"

The voice continued: "When they were caught in, the paladin and the priest were both innocent, but when their faith was shaken and their clergy was deprived, the judges made their crimes justified!"

"So this place is also called the 'grave of faith', and I sincerely wish you can persevere."

"The grave of faith?"

Evan understood immediately.

Human beings are fickle, especially in despair. No believers can become devout believers, and devout believers are equally likely to give up their faith in despair.

Once these priests and paladins really do this, the Inquisition will have no worries to judge them.

"Since that's the case, you uncle"

"I have been persisting until now, but spiritual control is really difficult, especially in this environment."

The other party smiled bitterly and replied: "Maybe, I will go to the stolen stand with you tonight!"

"Stolen Frame"

Speaking of this, Evan has no confidence.

Originally, he was sure that the Paladin Robin would definitely come to rescue him, and that he did not make any big mistakes.

But since he entered this prison, he knew that he was still thinking too naive.

For those who are superior, is the size of the sin they have committed very important?

Look at so many paladins and priests, can they still be executed by fabricating crimes and can be executed at will?

A deep despair suddenly enveloped Evan's heart.

He finally gradually understood why this prison was called the "Grave of Faith".

“It’s time to have supper!”

As the outside light became dimmer, a sound like a broken gong also sounded outside the prison.

A small mouth was opened, and a few pieces of roasted kudzu root and a glass of water were sent in.

"Enjoy the last supper, boy!"

The jailer's voice was joking, and his steps gradually faded away.

Evan looked at the muddy water with many suspicious objects floating, and the stench, black and burnt, with no appetite.

"Damn it!"

An irritable mood hit his heart, making him unable to help but hold the kudzu root and throw it hard on the door.

Bang!

The roasted kudzu root was split into pieces, revealing one of the small notes.

"Um?"

Evan picked it up and found a line of small words written on it: "Pure faith, I will come to save you!"

"It must be Robin Paladin!"
To be continued...