232, Redemption, regret, and seek (1)

At this time, a sharp wind sound and a whip with flesh-blown whip interrupted Philip's words. The priest standing in front of the cross waved a whip wrapped around the iron thorn and whipped Philip's body, cursing: "What a stubborn heresy, it's still so evil when locked on the cross, he dared to speak disrespectful to Lord Jog!" Philip fainted with a scream.

Yog frowned: "The words of heresy should not be contaminated by our ears, and our souls should not be shaken by this. I have not finished asking... Lord Fudimo, can you let everyone else go out? We ask some of them separately."

Fudimo waved his hand: "Everyone is out!"

Everyone left the salvation room. Fudimo paid attention to Yog's expression, but Yog's expression was expressionless. He looked at Philip who was unconscious again and said, "Dear Lord Fudimo, do you know that I killed a necromancer named Yoshev in Zhixu?"

Fudimo: "Congratulations, and admire you too!"

Jog: "Actually I should have brought Joshev here and interrogated him like I tried Philippe, but I had to kill him."

Fudi Mo's face remained unchanged: "You're going to kill, the necromancer is dangerous!"

Jog: "He can black magic, but he may not belong to the dark forces. I know this in my heart, but he has to kill him because what he said has affected the reputation of the Holy Church and Lord Fudimo... At this time, we need to maintain the glory of the Holy Church and God. I think Lord Fudimo must be as loyal and pious as me."

Fudimo did not ask what Joshev said, but said lightly: "Thank you, Yog, it seems that His Majesty the Pope has not read the wrong person. You are indeed the best heir to the Holy Church."

Jog: "The chief tutor has today's honor because you are the invincible Holy Boutimo. Countless knights follow and worship you. They worship not only you, but also the symbol of worshiping God's glory in their hearts. Your power comes from this symbol rather than others."

Fudimo: "Thank you for your praise + I hope I can be this symbol forever, and everything I do is for this."

Yog smiled: "Then I'm relieved. If this happens, you will always deserve my respect and support...My sir, how will you deal with Philip?"

Fudimo: "Whether clues can be found for the dark forces, Philip must be executed."

Yog sighed: "He is indeed guilty."

Fudimo: "In fact, we know in our hearts that magic craftsmen intercepted materials to subsidize their livelihoods, which has always happened. However, Philip's crimes have been made public, so he must bear the responsibility. Since he has assumed this responsibility, he will bear all the responsibility."

Yog: "What about Helen, it's a pity for such a beautiful girl."

Fudimo: "Maybe she is innocent, maybe she really knows nothing, but she is the pastor of the Holy See and Philip's daughter. In this incident, she has no way to guarantee her innocence. Even if you and I have to sacrifice...... The white lotus real person Lei Feng, Helen, still refuses to draw his portrait, and prays that we will let her father go. She is so naive!"

Yog: "What if she draws a portrait? I don't know who she can protect?"

Fudimo: "No matter who she wants to protect, at least it means that she publicly expresses her reservations to God, which is stupid at this time. In the secular court, if someone refuses to swear by the Bible, it is tantamount to confessing sin before a jury. Perhaps we can punish her gently without bleeding, and I am also sorry for this."

Jog: "Stolen? The heart of the lord is so kind and firm!... What if she could not be executed? Can I persuade her? The girl might be so scared that she dared not speak when she saw the lord's majesty."

Fudimo: "If Lord Yoghe wants to keep her life, I can leave her to you, but you also know the rules of the Holy Church that she will be deprived of all miracle powers, and will be stabbed red marks on her body, and will never be blessed and forgiven."

Yog: "It's better to die."

Fudimo looked at Yogh with a smile: "If adults like her beauty and don't care about the mark of shame left on her body, you can leave her, I can guarantee that this is a secret. But you must be careful, she will always be full of hatred for the Holy See and do not have to stay for too long."

Yog smiled and said without comment, pointing to Philippe, "Wake him up, I have something to ask him again, just in front of you."

Fudimo: "Can't you wake him up?"

Yog: "Don't you know I'm injured? I can't summon miracles yet."

Fudimo blinked his fingers, and a white light fell on Philippe, which was much better than pouring cold water. Philippe groaned and opened his eyes. Yog asked in a gentle voice: "Mr. Gelin, I have seen all your confessions, but I still want to ask you again, give you a chance to tell all the truth. No one threatens you, no one will interrupt you, but there is no record... Now I ask, why do you want to participate in the black market transaction?"

Philip looked at Jog, and a light appeared in his dead gray eyes: "Sir, is this my last words?"

Jog sighed in his heart, his face still soft and soft: "This is the opportunity to open your heart to God when you walk to the gates of hell, just say it."

Fudimo's face was a little gloomy. He was very reluctant to let Philip speak like this in his heart, but Yog had arranged everything and sent everyone away to express his full trust and honesty in front of Fudimo alone. On the one hand, he was showing goodwill to Fudimo, and on the other hand, he was also reminding Fudimo about something. And Philip really spoke, and the following is his confession-

I have been a magic craftsman in the Holy Holy Church since I was sixteen. My life was very hard at that time, but my devout faith made me full of happiness. Later, I got married and had children. I wanted to support my family and not want their lives to be harder than my neighbors. I repaired some materials that were depleted and could no longer process high-end utensils and sold on the black market. My skills are very good, and I can use these waste materials to the greatest extent and subsidize the household income.

You may know the situation of the lowest magic craftsmen. In fact, the behavior at that time was also a tacit consent of the Holy See. This is a subsidy and reward for magic craftsmen. Because of my good craftsmanship, I was later valued by the priest in charge and promoted to the leader of the magic craftsman. My life was much better than before, but the greedy devil once again occupied my heart and I needed more money.

My daughter Helen, as beautiful and pure as an angel, cannot let her live my childhood again. I want her to receive the best education and let her learn her favorite gardening. The divine elders have taken a fancy to her potential among believers. She has the opportunity to study in the Supreme Seminary of Gambides. God's education is free, but the conditions required for this kind of education are expensive in the secular world. I can't afford it, but I don't want her to know that his father can't afford it, otherwise she will definitely give up, and those are her ideals.

So I organized and allocated the materials I managed, and personally trained my magic craftsmen to teach them my skills in processing magic to reduce conventional losses, which were all intercepted by me. I became one of the largest suppliers of black market transactions, and with the help of the Holy Holy Church, I also became a successful businessman in the secular world, and possessed more and more wealth.

Later, I knew that I had fallen, and the goods I provided to the black market were no longer just the supplies provided by the Holy See, but they were purchased through the black market transaction and processed and sold privately, just like the mitral you took out. This has exceeded the tolerance limit of the merciful Holy See, and it is beyond my life needs. However, I have come to this point until you seize me. I cannot guarantee the flow of goods I sold, and there are also high-standard magical objects strictly restricted by the Holy See. Maybe they may really fall into the hands of the dark forces. Please forgive my sins!

Everything I do has nothing to do with the craftsmen under my command, and they have no betrayal of the Holy Church. I will not say any names of the traders with me. Although I have the desire of the devil in my heart, they are not the same sinners. As for my daughter Helen, she has no idea. She has always regarded me as a kind and upright father with a successful career. In front of God, I tell all the truth and do not want to justify myself. I know that I can no longer leave here. Forgive Helen, the kind God, she is innocent!

Philippe finished his words and hung on the cross and dying. Jog sighed secretly. He knew that Philippe's current physical condition was not only the appearance of being covered in blood and blood, but someone had done various magical damage to his body, but was temporarily maintained by a strange method, which made him feel more pain in execution so that he could better interrogate.

Whether it was for Wu Tong or Xiaobai's face, or for other reasons, Yog still wanted to save Philip's life, but unfortunately he was too late to return to the Holy See. No matter what this person should evaluate, he was hard enough to not give up any so-called accomplices, and of course he did not give up Wu Tong.

At this time, Fudimo said calmly: "Maybe I can keep Helen's life, but you'd better help us persuade her. In Zhixu Country, she claimed that she had a man named Bailian Zhenren Lei Feng saved her. She was suspicious about her three days missing, but she still doesn't want to draw a portrait of that person... I think Lord Yog is also very concerned about these things, because Zhixu Country can't find that person at all, and Helen told him a lot of secrets of the Holy See."

Philip lifted his hanging head vigorously: "Helen won't lie to the Holy See, that person must exist, and the world is so big, you can't find everyone...Fudimo, Helen was in danger when he followed you to Zhixu. You can't save her, but someone saved her. Helen should thank that person. She doesn't know your purpose, so she is unwilling to draw his portrait. Why do you have to find that person?Fudimo, it's that person who made up for your faults, and this cannot be evidence of Helen's crime!...I won't persuade Helen, I want to curse you!"

Philip's tone suddenly changed, calling Fudimo's name directly, and cursing him with sharp eyes. This made Fudimo very uncomfortable, but inconvenient to lose his composure in front of Jog, he could only say coldly: "You were praying to the Holy See for forgiveness of your daughter just now, but you were unwilling to persuade her to tell what the Holy See wanted to know. Is this your attitude to atone for sins? You are indeed a stubborn heresy!"

Philip: "Fudimo, after these days of interrogation, do you really think I will believe that my prayer can make you let Helen go? I am praying to God that God can hear my voice and see the two adults in front of me!"

Perhaps only in the ears of a high-level believer can he hear the serious meaning of Philip's words. The muscles on Fudimo's face twitched gently twice. Yog stood up and walked out, saying as he walked: "My Lord Fudimo, I don't think there is anything to ask about anymore. I think he should be executed publicly...I'll ask Helen again."

At this moment, someone outside the door reported: "Master Yog, Archbishop Zhixu sent an urgent report. Bai Shaolu, the head of Hainan, will arrive in Gambides on the day and express his gratitude to the Lord.... His Majesty the Pope attaches great importance to it and orders to welcome you solemnly, and ask you to discuss with the Cardinal Cardinal Archbishop."

Yoge said in surprise: "It's good or bad. This stupid boy must have heard the sound of wind and wanted to save people. It's not that easy. Even if I had the cultivation level of that year, I was not sure that I would take Gelin and his daughter out of here alone. Xiaobai, what do you want to do?"
Chapter completed!