bookrandom Chapter 482 Where is justice? Where is faith?
Chapter 482 Where is justice? Where is faith?
Chapter 482 Where is justice? Where is faith?
This should have been an ordinary day, but it was a little more deserted after the rain than usual.
People on the street started their lives today in a repetitive cycle following the trajectory of their past lives, and at most talked a few words about the huge team that set out from the Temple of Light.
"It seems that there really is a scary monster in Ozler. The adults who went to Goletia to watch the game last winter all saw it." The pedestrian turned up his collar and tucked half of his face in to keep out the cool wind.
"Golatia is full of liars and lunatics." His colleagues disagreed.
"But now the gods have set out. Didn't you see that the princess was leading the team? They must be going to Ozler."
"The Lords of God's Favor have all set out, what do you have to be afraid of?" His friend laughed at his groundless worries, "No monster can come to Highgarden. This is the capital protected by the God of Light, and there are so many Knights of Light stationed here."
"But--"
"Instead of worrying about that, you should worry about what new tax the princess will come up with." The friend interrupted the person beside him and continued, with a hint of worry in his tone, "I heard that it's not just the farms outside the city, it will soon be our merchants' turn. These days, we can always see those black-armored knights entering and leaving the Chamber of Commerce."
"Shouldn't the church be responsible for educating that person? She is the crown prince, but she is a woman who only cares about the money in a man's pocket. It's terrible."
"Aren't all women like that, hehe..."
The two of them gradually strayed from the topic, and their whispers and titters grew louder.
"Snapped!"
A gust of wind blew suddenly, and a piece of paper hit one of them in the face, scaring him.
"Pah, pah, what is that!?" The man hurriedly peeled off the paper on his face. When his vision returned, he saw a flyer in his hand. The words written on it made his eyes widen at a glance.
"Father God, what is this?"
These words were shouted by the person next to him. The man holding the flyer looked up in astonishment, only to see several ragged children running through the crowd, throwing handfuls of flyers in their hands into the sky as they ran. With the help of the wind, those pieces of paper soon floated all over the street, and everyone who picked them up to check showed a look of horror.
"Exposing the Darkness: The Crimes of the Knights of Light Are Covered Up by the Temple!"
The Knight of Light, Pico Ventlai, appears to be upright, but secretly uses his position to violate the temple goddess! What's even more infuriating is that the Temple of Light chose to cover up the truth and shield the crime!
Where is justice? Where is faith?!
We call on all citizens to pay attention to this matter, uncover the darkness, and give justice to the victims! The truth cannot be covered up, and justice must be served!
"The trial of Piccolo Viente is taking place in the King's Court!" the street kids throwing leaflets shouted loudly, slipping past people like fish, and before the guards on the street could react, they slipped into the dark alley and disappeared just as they had appeared.
"Oh, God..." After reading the text above, some people covered their mouths in horror, followed by anger!
"How could they do such a thing!" The anger of the people was ignited by the highly inflammatory words on the leaflets. "Such pests should be expelled from the Knights of Light! Excommunicated from the Church!"
"That's right! That's right!"
There were more and more discussions on the street, and then people spontaneously began to gather in one direction.
In fact, this long trial had already begun before anyone saw the leaflets.
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"no."
The King's Court was built with great care. It was not square, but had large curves on all four sides, like an open clam shell. When the woman's voice of denial came from the front, it seemed as if it was loudspeakered, spreading out layer by layer, allowing everyone to hear it clearly.
"Knight Vientele was not disrespectful to me." God Damacia lowered her head. She was instructed by the priests to leave home and stand in the courtroom surrounded by countless people. She was still very confused at this moment, but fortunately, she still knew what she wanted to say.
Shen Da's words caused an uproar.
"You're lying?!"
Angel, who was standing on the other side of the courtroom, suddenly spoke in a sharp voice, her eyes wide open with anger: "How dare you lie in front of the courtroom? You just held down the Bible of Light and swore that you would never speak nonsense and would only report the truth to God!"
"Angie Russell!" A familiar shout came, and Angel almost immediately began to tremble uncontrollably. "Please don't interrupt others' testimony."
It was the old god who was in charge of them. She was also summoned. The old god's brows were twisted into deep grooves, and the eyes on her hooked nose shot at Angel like sharp arrows, which immediately reminded Angel of the punishment room where no light could be seen.
"She lied..."
Angel repeated with trembling lips. Her confusion even overcame her fear of the old goddess. She stared straight at the goddess named Marcia.
"Why? Why are you doing this?" Seeing that she refused to look up, An Qi even leaned forward and tried to find her eyes.
She was clearly fighting for justice for her, so why did this Marcia back off? And this old Godda, she disciplined herself again and again, trying to make herself obedient, she was as disgusting as that crooked-nosed bastard knight!
"Marcia Godda." Angel clutched the railing of the plaintiff's seat in front of her and tried to calm down her emotions. She slowed down her tone, "Have you forgotten? At that time, Nora brought me to find you and asked me to treat you. You admitted it yourself at that time. He tore off your ribbon in the confessional, scratched you, and..."
Angie desperately gestured on her body, trying to remind Marcia of what happened. "You have such long wounds and bruises on your body. Could it be that the marble of the holy water fountain has grown claws?!"
However, Marcia's eyes became even more terrified. She took a few steps back, trying to stay away from the crazy Angel, and remained silent.
"Mrs. Marcia, you can answer this question." In the judgement seat above, except for the judge on duty today, the long table was already filled with people in white robes. When hearing Angel's question, a priest in a white robe spoke leisurely.
"Yes, I was scratched by the door lock when I was cleaning." Marcia Shenda's voice was mechanical and numb.
"Ha! I told you I was innocent, sir!" The Knight of Light, Waynetele, who was inexplicably thrown into prison and then inexplicably brought to the trial court, finally found an opportunity to speak.
"I don't understand why this lady wants to slander me like this. There is nothing dirty between the goddess Marcia and me. We are both children of the Father God. In the temple, everyone is my brother or sister..." His passionate speech made the crowd who came to watch begin to doubt.
An Qi felt as if she had been hit on the head by someone. She didn't want to listen to what the bastard said, but just stared at Marcia Shenda. Why? If she herself refused to admit it, then what was the point of her suffering these days? !
"Look at me!" An Qi's eyes were red. She took a few quick steps forward and tried to pull Marcia's clothes to force her to prove it. "Let them see if that was the scratch caused by the door lock!"
Marcia pulled at her clothes and screamed as she backed away, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.