Uriel held the same hope as Koslue, although he no longer had any more illusions about the Church of Gaia. But the latter's swift compromise prompted a wave of opposition. "Bishop of Calth, do you intend to believe the enemy's promise?"
"We must protect the foundation of divine magic!"
"In fact, by giving up this cumbersome object, the crisis in Beacon Town can be solved faster." It's not like no one can understand, Uriel thought to himself. "The church is not a flag. It is clear to all that maintaining its domain means nothing at all."
"Shut up!" Another voice yelled by the window, "We should never give in on issues of principle. The foundation of divine magic is one thing, but the dignity of the goddess is another."
Uriel did not understand this confusing statement.
"Enough!" Finally, Bishop Kaos interrupted them sternly, "I order you to ensure the safety of the magical base, otherwise you will die in the war! This person's request has no credibility, because he is full of words. He talked nonsense, blasphemed the teachings of the goddess, and despicably threatened the believers of Gaia with the treasures of the church. But his demands were not excessive. In fact, as long as he put down his weapons, even his previous offenses could be forgiven. People always act irrationally because of emotions they don't understand. It was just a misunderstanding... We could easily resolve it and stop this gentleman from going down the wrong path."
"Yes." Uriel said, "It doesn't matter whether you insist on having your own way or kneel down and repent. I'm waiting."
After a brief argument, the two monks were ordered to go find someone. But a local cleric whispered his concerns to the Bishop of Cowes: "I have to let you know something, my lord, but yesterday it happened that some kind ladies came to the monastery to pray for their husbands... I am afraid that the goddess Gaia is here Give some good people a hint before this turmoil. They might..."
Kosluai glared at him. "If they were really good people, they would not take the child away. We are the favored ones of the goddess. Shut your inappropriate mouth, since it likes to close it when it should be opened. This is good for us all. This one Sir." He turned to Uriel and narrowed his eyes again. The sunlight is intensifying. "I have a question that needs to be answered... What would you do if we were not lucky enough to find that child in the church?"
What would I do? Uriel remembered the plan agreed upon with his mentor. He should have quickly disposed of the divine spell base and searched the backyard with his mentor after its field effect wore off. Soon the Dark Wizard's forces will spread the word of the battle at Iron Dragon Harbor, and the arguments between the Bishop of Calth and the others will cease. They would most likely choose to hold on to the church, unless... "I will break the bell." He told the Bishop of Silverdome. Did you hear that? I will do this.
"He won't," said a familiar voice.
Uriel turned his head sharply.
"He will not destroy the foundation of divine magic and let the church fall under the iron heel of evil. Because he is also a believer in Gaia, and he is more pious than most of you. Fate has made him stand here, Bishop Kaos, but don't Pretend that you can make him give up with words and compromises. Give the order! I recommend taking him down at once. This gentleman can protect the church better than what he holds."
Iaconi Fairvin. What's so strange? The Bishop of Silverdome City came to Knight's Bay, and the nightingale of the church should also be here. They set a trap for me. The only thing Uriel didn't expect was that Iaconi would stay in the church. He saw that the knight Nightingale was the first to draw his sword, and those who opposed the Bishop of Calth soon followed suit. The church at dawn shone with the light of swords.
The bishop was suddenly left out, and he himself fell into thinking about Iaconi's suggestion. But the clergy gradually began to care less about his ideas. Losing support, he finally glanced at the knight suspiciously and slowly retreated toward the door. Uriel knew his choice.
"It's up to you. In short, the church has nothing to do with kidnapping babies, let alone selling them out," he declared, "but I will not agree to evacuate the church."
"Evacuate?" Iconifelvin faced the sunlight that penetrated the stained glass. "Where can you evacuate to? We are all blinded by the light." He looked directly at Uriel. "When I closed my eyes, I finally saw the truth."
"But you still choose to be hypocritical?" the apprentice asked.
"My glory will never be the glory of the Church," answered the knight.
For a time, all the confusion, swings and hesitations were settled. Uriel embarks on a journey for faith and nostalgia, groping for the chains of sin and moving forward. He encounters many twists and turns on the way and even loses his way. He promised Dorothy to find her son, but his sympathy did not override his sense of responsibility; he had done justice, but he did not arrogantly take it for granted; he had been gullible and failed miserably, but he had also followed it. From the extreme guilt and self-denial, I realized the true face of spiritual thoughts. He lost people he cherished, he gave up his faith, his views on the church continued to change, and he never stopped questioning himself.
But Iaconi has a creed that he insists on, and so does Uriel, and whether the belief is firm or not, there will always be no difference. He didn't have to wonder whether he was doing the right thing; he always knew the answer. Everyone knows that the only difference is whether they practice it or turn a blind eye to it. The former may be full of doubts and hesitant, while the latter may be firm and bear the burden of humiliation. He was never asked to choose between the mortal church and the divine faith.
Reality is the final result selected by Uriel after repeating the future countless times. His journey is about to end here. At this moment, Uriel had the confidence to stand in front of Iaconi and his firm will to selflessly contribute to the church's reputation, and calmly prove to him how evil his actions were.
"We have different ideas," Uriel told him.
"We have different positions."
"No, Fairwin, this is far from the level of a position. What we value is different things: the outside and the inside, the outside and the inside. The church thinks that it can stay clean by erasing stains and rooting out dissent, but this is the same as It's like painting a damp room. No matter how diligent you are, bugs will always eat through the wallpaper." Uriel looked at the priests and cross knights. Everyone stared at him warily. Only Bishop Kaos turned his head. Is it because the sun is too bright?
"You deny my value?" Iaconi asked coldly.
"I deny that you put the dignity of the Church above the value of your own personality. That is the contradiction. Gaia governs virtue and contract, and the Church is better at resolving doubts with violence than admitting mistakes. You want people to love you and work hard Create the illusion of kindness..." Uriel shook his head, "But when you create fake things, people are also giving falsehoods in return. You hope that the situation will calm down, but the corruption is getting worse."
His accusation sparked an outpouring of anger. "Do you think we will accept your slander because we are concerned about the foundation of divine magic?" a cross knight shouted.
"Fantasy," the priest commented.
"He wants to attack the church, so he spreads despicable lies."
Uriel turned a deaf ear: "The Church is not perfect, and some of its members live by the code of street thieves, which is that stealing without being caught is not stealing, and guilt comes from being caught. What does the canon say about this? Anyone? Will you repent for this? You don't even admit the existence of the crime!" More people joined the wave of condemnation against him, but Iaconi Fairwin remained silent.
The apprentice let these voices compete for a while and did not refute anyone. "I'm not asking you to publicly judge yourself to everyone, nor do I expect people to forgive generously." This is simply ridiculous. "But if you think that making everyone who knows about it disappear from Binya Io can change the sins of the past, then you are hopeless. As far as I know, this is usually a little longer than Little Aiken. The trick children use when breaking vases.”
"Why doesn't cover-up work?" Uriel continued, "Because when people like Father Andren do some despicable things, they know that someone will be responsible for taking care of the beginning and the end. It seems that it is Nightingale himself. The evildoer The cost is too low, and not everyone can stay awake. Iaconi, do you think the nightingales in the church are like you? No. Even if most people have a sense of honor before, their work will gradually turn them into being their own Those people who have been dealt with. Since the glory of the church needs to be maintained by shāre:n silencing, then why do they still need to insist on the purity of their faith?"
"We are ghosts of the church, not clergy, not even knights of the cross. What we do has nothing to do with the church," Iaconi said.
"But you could have been a Cross Knight." Better than fucking me.
"It could have been? Maybe you think so, but to me it's just a passing wind." The knight waved his arms to signal his companions to line up. "That's the decision I made."
A decision to be proud of. "How long have you been so intoxicated with self-sacrifice?" Uriel asked.
Iaconi frowned. "I will not be intoxicated by it. Of course, I will not deny the necessity of my profession. Don't take things too simply, young man, otherwise you will despair of this world sooner or later."
It is obvious that his reason will not be easily defeated by words, and he has no recognition of the will of a different path. Uriel has always believed that the Holy Council of Radiance is the most fanatical religious element, but even the leader of the Holy Knights still has slightly unconventional ideas, and the nightingale of the church is just a nightingale. "Catch him. But try not to kill him." The knight ordered.
"Don't kill him? He is talking nonsense and slandering the priests in the temple of the goddess! The church will never tolerate such groundless slander. You should give the order to eliminate the heresy, Iconi. Do you know him?" Bishop Kaos? asked angrily.
...What answered him was a deafening shattering explosion.
The stained-glass windows were shattered, and the knights stood wary until the shadows that had made the noise fell on the steps. The messenger shook the glass particles off his boots and explained to the apprentice: "There has been no movement in there for a long time. Are you coaxing them to sleep?"
