Shaman from Afar

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"Sir Webb?"

In the silent council room, Victor Hughes on the throne turned his eyes to the young priest Webber.

The pale priest tried to restrain the body that was shaking all the time, and was silent; I don't know why ... I never dared to look up at Loren who was looking at him.

That's right ... Weber can feel it, just when Loren said these words, his eyes did not leave him for a moment.

He is torturing himself in this way, questioning himself ...

Is it for the sake of principle and justice, to give up this ridiculous extreme imperial trial;

Or for the sake of your own ideals and the face of the Holy Cross Church, even if you deceive yourself, you have to fight until the last moment?

The dark-haired wizard was also silent, waiting quietly.

Upright and stubborn little priest ... Will you give up?

"Sacred Cross Church ... Lord Webb?"

The little priest raised his head stiffly, but his trembling lips did not say a word, and his violent shaking eyes seemed to be carrying out the last stubborn resistance.

His trembling palms made Loren narrow his eyes slightly, and his tight palms seemed to be sweating constantly.

No ... it's blood already drenched in the palm of your hand.

"Sir Webber of the Holy Cross Church, do you have anything else to say?" Viktor Hughes reminded the third time without a touch of emotion.

The church judge who desperately tried to cover up his panic, looked at the little priest unwillingly and angrily.

"boom--!"

There was a loud noise.

The little priest staring at the huge pressure left two bright red blood marks on the table, and he rose suddenly, panting, pale opening:

"It's just nonsense!"

"Yes, Master Lusak Kovo did save a lot of people during the Great Plague, but how many people did he kill for this? How many of his medicines might have survived in order to make his medicine effective People who died painfully because of the side effects of the drugs ?! "

"Is there really a difference between dying from the plague and dying from the drugs that originally entrusted all hope ?!"

The black-haired wizard, who said nothing, silently looked at the little priest who was already hysterical.

"Mortality, cure rate, chance of success, last hope ... It's just a person who only has cold data in his eyes, focuses on utilitarian private names, and has no compassion, desperately looking for excuses to win his reputation.

"That's all!"

The little priest with trembling lips groaned gaily, but the bleeding hands were still shaking:

"Wizards ... always emphasize the importance of reason. Think rationally rather than emotionally. Always keep a calm attitude to observe things. Don't let yourself be exhausted by emotions and hearts."

"When exactly ... you turned yourself into a pure and emotionless beast, a cold and merciless monster?"

At the next moment, Loren spoke slightly: "Monster ...?"

The bland tone is as if it is just asking about a trivial matter.

"Isn't it, does the death of a person really matter? Is it necessary to save 10,000 people, and the remaining thousands of people will be turned into grievances for this?"

"Those poor people who have worked hard all day, having fun with their families, living hard, and desperately living ... are only worthy of becoming the data that has no emotion and coldness in his mouth ?!"

"They are all living people, Loren!" The little priest with wide-eyed growled: "It is Lusak Kovo who gave them hope to live and killed them again!"

Excited to the trembling voice, echoed again and again in the dead council room.

Victor Hughes, who has always been expressionless, has finally changed his eyes;

The girl who once fell in her arms seemed to appear in front of herself again, the torn throat was bleeding constantly, but she still couldn't make her feel any more breathing.

"To save three people, you have to kill one ... The most ridiculous statement; just like the love and strangers of the Holy Cross who fell into the water at the same time, the old man and the child who will be crushed by the carriage ... Only the incompetent is stressed by his incompetence Just an excuse! "

"Don't look for a safer, safer method ... just for your own fame and reputation, let these poor people who have nothing but life have such a choice that has no way out, and let them kill themselves ..."

"Have he really considered, those who are alive? He thought, those who are like him, were given the soul by the Holy Cross, raised by their parents, loved by their children, have the same dreams, and do all the hard work. The one going down ?! "

"If he really thought about it, he wouldn't do it!"

The dark-haired wizard staring at him kept his hands on his back, his eyes calm, without rebuttal.

The trembling little priest walked step by step in front of Loren Turin, his eyes fixed: "I once had a person tell me that the wizards ... they are not apostles of the devil, they are just a group of people for better and more prosperous People who work hard in the world. "

"They ... are no different from any other people of the Holy Cross, and their rational and calm attitude is more sufficient to show how important and awe these people are towards what they have done!"

"I used to agree with this very much." The little priest said slightly:

"And now I'm starting to doubt ... Such a world with no humanity, no sympathy and compassion, and everything is efficiency, success or failure ..."

"It's too cold and ruthless, right?"

The excited little priest Webb raised his right hand and sprinkled the bright red blood on the face of the black-haired wizard, leaving a trace of marks, even if he blinked a little.

From beginning to end, it was so calm, looking at the little priest without excitement.

There is still a trace of indifferent ... contempt.

Loren saw this expression in his eyes when his mentor Dalton Kander confronted believers and church members ... the mentor always covered up this emotion very well, even the other party ’s impassioned rebuke could not His expression fluctuated slightly.

Now ... Lorren feels a little bit so that he can understand the mood and practice of Dalton Kander.

"The incompetent finds an excuse for his incompetence, cold and inhuman ..." Holding the scroll in his hand, the dark-haired wizard whispered: "Yes, from this point, Lusack Master Kovo is really unforgivable. "

"He is arrogant, arrogant, and never willing to listen to other people's opinions. He is always self-righteous; he is extremely stubborn in pharmacy and alchemy. He does not care about the patient's feelings, and he does experiments on others without asking for advice."

"Cold and ruthless, sensible and indifferent ... In his eyes, perhaps the achievement of a brand-new potion should weigh more than thousands of lives; as long as the potion can achieve the best results, even if it is a hundred What about thousands of lives? "

"For this kind of person ... The family is broken, the reputation is corrupted, and the thousand people are referring to it, and finally they are alone, desperate to choose to commit suicide in the black jail ... should it be called, Holy Cross punishes sinners?"

"exactly!"

Although the words were spoken fervently, the expression of the little priest was still very painful.

"But this is the kind of person who came forward when tens of thousands of poor people were about to fall into the plague, but no one was willing to save them."

Loren's voice was a little sad: "Does he really need such prestige? For a pharmacist who has already begun to succeed ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He just needs to continue to complete his business step by step, just The president who can become a pharmacist's guild goes to the peak of life! "

"When everyone ... even the Holy Cross Church and the Empire are helpless, when tens of thousands of poor people themselves give up hope ..."

"He ... was he really entered the world of purgatory for" prestige "?"

Silence ... This time, not only the little priest, but also the church judge himself chose to be silent.

"For Lussak Covo, he saw more than this." Loren bowed his head slightly, looking at the little priest Webb, whose eyes were already red:

"In his eyes, this plague and the death of thousands of people are no longer their appearance; he saw if he had done nothing in this terrible disaster ..."

"Then when the plague spreads to all parts of the empire, that is the real human purgatory!" Mobile phone users, please browse for a better reading experience.