Don't call me evil god

Pettwain glanced at his father.

Look determined.

It won’t work without being firm.

Because his situation is actually similar to that of Commander Griffin.

No choice!

If he doesn't come out to expose his father's "perjury", the consequence will be that when Henry Trump is finished, Viscount Tostin will inevitably be implicated in slander and frame-up.

Master Pei, like Griffin, who took the blame, knew very well that Henry Trump would definitely fall this time.

His source of information is naturally Nicole Ceylon.

Rather than letting his father suffer later because of his substantive involvement, it would be better for him to take the initiative to stand up now and deduct one more piece of incriminating evidence from Bishop Henry, who is about to be finished.

If you have too many debts, don’t worry; if you have too many sins, don’t be afraid.

Anyway, in the end they are burned at the stake, and there is no difference between medium-rare or well-done.

Therefore, a scene of a loving father and a filial son was immediately staged in the church hall:

"I want to report my father!"

"He's not telling the truth, he's being coerced!"

"Someone forced him to give a slanderous testimony against Commander Griffin."

"That night, because my father had a quarrel with the citizens in the refuge camp, he returned to the Viscount Manor angrily, and then stayed at the manor all night without leaving!"

"I couldn't sleep that night. I'm sure no one left the manor that night."

"So it's impossible for him to see any so-called private meeting between Griffin and people from the Seeking Church!"

Pei Twain came down with a serious speech about justice.

The first person to sweat profusely was Viscount Tostin.

Was he being coerced?

How come he didn't know he was being coerced? !

Viscount Tostin knew in his heart that he had indeed perjured himself.

The problem is - he is not the only one perjuring himself in this small hall!

Aren't there so many branch priests of the Glorious Religion also helping Bishop Henry Trump to perjure themselves?

Their confessions were all colluded in advance.

There was a dirty deal between Viscount Tostin and Henry Truong.

The church and the nobility secretly colluded.

Your Excellency the Bishop promised to give Viscount Tostin as many benefits as he did before, and he would continue to open the door for him regarding the detection of glow magic.

When there is a red tide of monsters, Viscount Tostin will arrange for the Crusaders to provide him with adequate protection when he responds to the king's call and goes to the defense line.

It is both a promise and a threat.

Henry Trump's point was clear.

If you help me, I will continue to help you in the future.

If I'm doomed, then I'll break the pot, and everyone will be doomed together, and no one will think twice about it!

Janeva seemed to have expected it, and did not give Viscount Tostin and others a chance to react or quibble, and had a quick Q\u0026A with Petwain:

"Can you guarantee that your report is telling the truth?"

"I can guarantee that!"

"Do you think His Excellency Viscount Tostin has been coerced?"

"Yes!"

"Who coerced him?"

“The current glorious bishop of the Diocese of Ceylon—Henry Trang!”

Pettwain was decisive.

The bishop's expression suddenly changed.

His face turned red, he stood up angrily, and tried to yell:

"Slander! This is a naked frame-up, so..."

Before Henry Trump could finish his words, Janeva had already raised a pure gold statue of the God of Glow that he had taken out at some point.

Janeva interrupted coldly:

"This is a blessed place, says the Lord. Code: Silence!"

It was as if the mute button had been pressed.

The entire small hall instantly became silent!

Level 4 glow magic——[Glow Code: Silence].

At the cost of consuming a certain amount of gold, the statue of the God of Glow was used as a medium for magical rituals, and a temporary code of law was established in an area.

The effect of the code is equivalent to some kind of rules.

For example, the corresponding effect of this magical spell is forced silence.

Those who are unable to break through the limitations of divine magic will be constrained by the code.

Except for the caster and those with his permission, no one else can even whisper, not to mention shouting loudly.

His lips felt like they were sewn shut, and no sound could come out no matter how hard he tried.

This also shows the strength of Janeva.

At least a level 4 professional!

"Do you think Bishop Henry Trang coerced Viscount Tostin? Do you have any evidence?"

Janeva was obviously talking to Petwain, but her eyes were fixed on Viscount Tostin.

Pet Twain was very honest and shook his head: "I have no evidence for that."

"I can only prove that the incident of witnessing Griffin's secret meeting described by Viscount Tostin, my father, does not exist, but - I have evidence that Bishop Henry Trump has the motive to coerce others!"

"The witnesses are waiting outside."

Janeva: "Permission granted to enter and testify."

There was another squeak.

The door opens.

The Countess of Ceylon and two shabby old men walked in one after another.

The Countess's strength was there, and the effect of the Silence Magic was negligible on her. She could speak normally after just a little adaptation:

"I am directly responsible for the Evernight disaster that broke out in Ceylon Territory."

"A group of mysterious men in black robes bewitched me and almost made me make a big mistake. They are the source of this disaster."

"These men in black robes have had private contact with His Excellency Bishop Henry Trump!"

The boomerang came back.

This moment is like that time.

After Henry Trump completed his confession, he reported Griffin's most serious fault - leaking private contacts!

This boomerang now successfully hits himself.

Now he has also become the person who leaked secrets from private contacts!

However, he was restrained by the magic of silence and couldn't quibble even if he wanted to. He could only continue to listen to the Countess of Ceylon's performance.

"The secret meeting place between the two parties is - the relief center under the name of the Glow God Sect. They maintain a regular rhythm of contact through the charity day once a month."

"Evidence." Janeva said coldly, like an emotionless execution machine.

The Countess of Ceylon turned slightly and pointed at the two nervous old men behind her.

With a swipe of her finger, Janeva released the magical restraints on the two of them.

The old man said timidly:

"We... were responsible for cleaning the relief center that day, and happened to see the bishop and two mysterious men in black robes entering the same empty room one after another."

"What they talked about, we didn't dare to get close, so we don't know."

"But then we got this."

Another old man raised his hands tremblingly.

Between the thumb and index finger of his right hand, there is a very thick beard.

"This is something that fell from the man in black robe."

The Countess of Ceylon took over:

"Just cast [Honesty Magic] on it and ask the bishop if he has contacted its owner privately!"

Bishop Henry Trump instantly turned pale.

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