This Paladin is so despicable!

Emily's face was gloomy and she walked quickly towards the dungeon.

Doubt is like a seed, once planted it will take root and sprout out of control.

Just now, she smelled the weird smell again on her teacher Moslian's clothes.

Just as the man said, the smell of death is so special that even though his teacher has used a lot of magic potions to remove the smell, it still cannot be completely eradicated.

Then she took advantage of Master Moslian's absence at the manor to start an all-round inquiry and investigation.

The conclusion is that, whether it is the time of committing the crime or the physical evidence, his teacher has a serious suspicion of murder!

When the facts were before her eyes, Emily was stunned.

Years of trust made her never doubt her teacher at all. Perhaps it was precisely because of this trust that the old mage was very careless in covering up the traces of the crime.

But even so, Emily still didn't want to admit it. She didn't know why she came to the dungeon. Perhaps she hoped that the man's sharp sarcasm could completely shatter her remaining illusions.

But when she came to the entrance of the dungeon, she was dumbfounded.

What about the dungeon? How about a dungeon as big as our Lawrence family? It's still here this morning!

Why did this place turn into a busy construction site in one morning?

Why did the originally narrow and dark entrance expand three times! Why were the guards at the door sitting on the stone pier with the prisoners, wiping sweat, drinking water, chatting and laughing?

From time to time, people would come out carrying garbage and waste in the passage. They would talk and laugh in pairs, full of enthusiasm!

Those who know this is a dungeon, but those who don’t know think that an underground palace is being built here!

The guard of the dungeon saw Emily and quickly stood up to say hello: "Ah! Miss Emily, you are here! May the Holy Light bless you!"

Other prisoners and guards also saluted: "May the Holy Light protect you!"

Emily's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief: "Holy...Holy Light? Have you all become believers in the Holy Light?"

Although the Holy Light Religion is the state religion of the Principality of Saint Grant, and citizens generally believe in the Goddess of Holy Light, the two groups of people in front of them should be exceptions.

The cell guards are private soldiers of the Lawrence family. They have been raised by the Lawrence family since they were young, and they only believe in the Lawrence family in their hearts.

Not to mention the prisoners in the dungeon. If they were really good believers of the Holy Light, they would naturally not be caught for committing crimes.

What's more, things were fine here this morning!

The guard's face was filled with a happy smile: "To be precise, it's conversion!

We are originally believers of the Holy Light, but we don’t realize it. It was Mr. Wright who awakened us, allowing us to return to the embrace of the Holy Light and regain our true selves.

Praise the Holy Light! "

"Sure enough, it's that guy who is causing trouble! He...where is he?"

"Sir, I'm doing morning classes."

"It's already morning! What morning lessons are you doing? Take me to see him! Hurry!"

The guard said nothing, turned around and entered the dungeon with Emily. At this time, not only were the passages widened, but even the stairs were renovated and reinforced, making them more suitable for walking up and down.

The interior of the dungeon is also thriving, and the guards and prisoners are doing general cleaning. A large amount of garbage was swept away, and some people carried water to splash and wipe it.

The dark and smelly cell was completely renewed thanks to everyone's efforts, and the air was filled with the smell of water vapor and dust.

Under the leadership of the guard, Emily came to the door of Wright's cell.

I don't know when a skylight opened in the dungeon, and a beam of light shone down, falling right on Wright's body. In the dim cell, this scene seemed particularly sacred.

Coupled with his vicissitudes of life, melancholy eyes and handsome face, Emily was fascinated for a moment.

"Now that you're here, come in and sit down."

Only then did Emily wake up from a dream. After the guard opened the cell door, she carefully stepped into it.

"What on earth did you do? Why did the dungeon look like this in just one morning?"

"This is really unconscionable. Your dungeon was called a ghost before. Isn't it good to be like this now?"

Wright didn't even raise his head and shouted loudly: "Come on! Go through the slogan again!"

In an instant, everyone in the cell stopped what they were doing and recited in unison with their heads held high.

"Holy Light people! Holy Light souls! Holy Light are all masters! Work hard! Come on! A better life is within your grasp!"

After shouting slogans, they enthusiastically devoted themselves to their new work.

Emily looked at the scene in front of her in horror, and couldn't recover for a long time.

"伱! What on earth did you do to them?"

Wright spread his hands: "It's nothing, I just made them realize that life could be beautiful and full of meaning.

The reason why they are living such a difficult and painful life now is because they have not found the right method.

Just like a fish wants to soar in the sky and a bird wants to travel around the world, suffering naturally follows us.

But the Holy Light can guide them to find themselves, get their lives back on track, and make their lives full of meaning. "

"Really...really?"

Wright rolled his eyes: "Of course it's a lie! I just have nothing to do and help them cleanse their minds.

In addition, the environment in your dungeon is really bad, so I thought of a reason to trick these people into doing a general cleaning and improve the living environment.

As long as you believe in the Holy Light, you will be happy. So why was there a holy war a hundred years ago? Are the rebels all masochists who wish for misfortune in their lives? "

As a noble, Emily was naturally a believer in the Goddess of Holy Light, so she couldn't help but be angry when she saw him like this.

"As a paladin, do you treat your faith like this?"

"Let's make this clear. My profession is a Paladin. But personally, I am a Holy Light pragmatist."

"Holy light, practical?"

Wright grinned: "It means that the Holy Light is for use, not for sending letters. Useful Holy Light is good Holy Light.

Compared to the so-called doctrines, precepts, codes and obligations, I care more about how many benefits, conveniences and privileges the Holy Light can bring to me.

Instead of studying the Holy Scriptures, practicing divine arts, and praying devoutly to the Goddess of Holy Light. What I am more interested in is how to use holy scriptures, divine magic, the Holy See and the goddess to achieve the purpose or effect I want. "

"Despicable and shameless! You are blaspheming the Book of Holy Light! You are even more disrespectful to the Goddess of Holy Light!

Why would a despicable person like you be favored by the Holy Light? How unfair! "

“It’s not the turn of a noble lady like you to say the word fairness, right?

The annual revenue of the town's tavern is not as much as the weekly expenses of the Earl's manor, not to mention the exhausted serf tenants.

If you really like fairness so much, why don’t you spend all your wealth to help the poor? "

Emily blushed, but couldn't think of anything to retort, so she could only breathe heavily.

Wright laughed when he saw this: "Okay, okay, don't be angry like a little toad, I have no interest in taking care of this nonsense of your nobles.

You came here to find me, are you not doing it for justice?

Tell me, haven’t you discovered something yet?

Oh, or in other words, have you finally discovered it? "