"Isn't it thrown to the grave, am I right, Archbishop Durham,"

Vicia completed what Duram couldn't say, watching his rosy face turn gray quickly.

The five trial bishops did not know why, and they looked at the flustered Durham, showing obvious uncertainty.

"Dahram, pay attention to your manners.

His throat seemed to be restrained, and Durham breathed heavily, trying to argue before Visiah could tell the truth, with a hollow sound from his mouth. Rebuttable.

The believers looked at the ugliness of the Archbishop of Durham and did not know why.

The bustling voice of discussion spread to everyone's ears, and public opinion began to reverse under the intentional guidance.

Just before the curiosity of the five trial bishops and everyone was exhausted, Eggers said everything,

"The Archbishop of Durham, whom you honor, is a wicked demon who has touched the bodies of young children countless times in the confessional, and he told all the children that it was part of repentance, that he touched the boys' bodies. Birth. genitals. He robs girls of their virginity,"

"The parents of the children are the most devout church believers. He deceives you with lies. The truth is that he is unwilling to bear his lewdness. The children who are molested will be thrown to the grave after being toyed with by him."

The author has something to say: a very sad point is that the final story is based on a real contemporary case where a priest suffering from HIV molested more than 30 children.

Hope all children are treated well in their childhood.

Chapter 63

Like a boulder smashing into a calm lake, the crowd began to boil violently after the initial shock.

This unacceptable scandal is like a loud slap in the face of the Holy See, and they prefer this to be a despicable method used by the Queen.

Someone yelled, "Here, you're lying,"

The turbulent scolding is even worse, the fact is in front of you, but some people still don't want to believe it.

Durham wanted to refute, and moved his dry lips, under the scrutiny of Vicia, hysterical rebuttal,

"With a sinister slander, everything, everything is the scheming of deceitful people, you will go to hell, and you will not survive half your life,"

The turbid eyes were full of bloodshots, and Duram's arrogant ugliness was more like the truth.

The trial bishops looked at each other, and for the first time there was an ugly look on their faces.

They were trying to struggle, trying to separate the trial from Durham.

The purpose of the trial was to defeat the people of Golan, not to be opposed by Visiah, which would make the already questioned prestige of the church even more shaky.

The trial bishops are decisive,

"How can Wang Ting's one-sided words convince us?"

"Even if Durham did do all this evil, it's up to the church, not you, a blasphemous heresy,"

"The blood shed in this trial is because of your defilement of the throne,"

The Queen's eyes suddenly turned cold, and there was no longer a smile on her face. She pointed to the twenty children with a steady and powerful voice.

"I am the king of Golan, and my people have suffered unfortunate rape. Do you want to tell me that because of the accusation of a prostitute, you want to deprive me of the right to protect them?"

Questioning is like a thorn blade, like an ice pick, it cuts everyone's heart and tortures their conscience.

At this time, a few small figures moved. They walked to the crowd and retold all their unbearable memories.

Someone recognized his child by his voice. He was recognized as the most devout believer in the diocese. He wore the most ragged priest's uniform, his face was yellow and his body was weak. He followed the will of the Lord and contributed all his income to the church. Day after day of penance.

The well-respected archbishop told him that God saw his loyalty and that his children had gone to the best monasteries.

"None of this is true," he roared, rushing forward with all his might, taking off the covering burqa to see the face underneath.

"No, no," he fell to the ground, the wound on his forehead suddenly bleeding, "this is all fake, fake,"

He stretched out his hand and strangled the male protagonist's neck, frantically as if strangling the boy to death, and couldn't stop muttering to himself.

"You deceive God with heresy, you all damn, damn!"

Vicia turned her face away, a great sadness welled up in her heart.

With a wave of his hand, someone stepped forward and pulled the crazy ascetic priest away.

The blade moved forward, without hesitation, pierced into Duram's chest, "It's you who should apologize for death,"

The church that should have been illuminated by the holy light and the bright flowers is actually the most filthy, trampling on the bottom line of morality.

The bishops are indifferent, they are speechless, they have no reason to speak.

Faith collapsed in front of them, and countless believers bent down and covered their chests because of the severe pain, and the thunder suddenly exploded.

The devout's painful humility seemed to be kowtowing to Vicia.

Vicia waved the blood-stained king sword and pointed at the Holy See. Eggers instantly understood the intention, and the knights broke through the majestic and sacred stone door of the church.

"In the past, now, and in the future, I will enforce the law fairly and justly, uphold the grace of God, feed the hungry, shelter the homeless from the wind and snow, and deliver all the filth and darkness to the flames of judgment..."

"My last name is the best proof,"

The trial bishops, who were no longer calm, tried to refute Vicia with more reasons, and they shouted in turn.

But the sound of the crowd supporting the Queen quickly drowned out their voices.

It wasn't just who shouted first, "God bless the king,"

"God bless my king,"

"..."

Like the sea like tides, under the high dome behind the stone gate is a majestic and sacred icon, and Vicia's shadow is dragged and elongated, extending under the icon.