There is something very noteworthy in Count Garlock's mansion.
Qindu Yin'er found this by accident. She pulled it out from under the base of the icon. That thing was very simple.
"A tile?" Chen Yin stared at a thin tile on the table and wondered.
There are inscriptions on the tiles, but they are not genuine Awen.
Luomea leaned over and whispered: "It's the ancient Yawen language..."
Chen Yin had already closed his spiritual eyes, looked at Luomea and asked, "What is written on it?"
"...It is a true religious scripture written by a true believer who understands the Yawen language... It is probably used to preach to us..." Lomea said softly after carefully identifying it.
Chen Yin gently picked up the tiles, turned them over and looked at them.
The true believers do not use the sword of the true religion against the heretics, but use such missionary methods...
This is different from the history I know.
And this happened among the saints in this city.
According to those long historical records, the Holy City should have built an Inquisition to judge heretics with punishment.
Because thousands of years ago, the True Sect was far from its current state of decline, and the Giant King Sect was far less prosperous in the north.
Such a small piece of tile, if it were taken out and placed in front of some palace historians.
Chen Yin believes that the magnificent religious historical picture can be vividly remembered without any unnecessary words.
"Perhaps this is the reason why the pope ordered the re-editing of the scriptures." Chen Yin said to himself.
After putting down the tile, Chen Yin turned to look at Qin Duyin'er and asked, "Is there anything else worth noting?"
"I also found their family heirloom scriptures." Qin Duyin'er pulled out a mutilated brown scripture book from nowhere. "On different pages, there are the names of various members of their family, as well as some notes. I briefly looked through it, and what I can confirm is that everyone in this family is a believer."
For a long time, among the nobles, family heirlooms were more used to record members of various families than as scriptures, and played the role of genealogy and genealogy.
"It's been nearly a thousand years, and I have to say that it's been well preserved." Chen Yin looked at the family scripture. The Zhen'A script in it was primitive, which was very different from the current Zhen'A script, and asked again. : "Are the notes inside about St. Venacana?"
"There is a page about it." Qindu Yin'er's fingers were dexterous, turning the pages of the scripture at an extremely fast speed without causing any damage to the ancient object.
She quickly turned to the page she was talking about.
"Taboos... Those pagans claim that we should not explore the taboos of the gods. God's will is far higher than human will. The catastrophes we are facing are all caused by exploring the taboos of the gods... The words of these infidels are so blasphemous and filthy!
St. Venakana, the living saint is returning to the Holy City... Lord, I beg you, let her lead our direction and lead us to salvation. "
Qindu Yin'er read out the content contained above word for word.
Chen Yin nodded slightly while listening.
From these unusual words, he could read the vacillation and panic of Count Garlock at that time, even the fanatical Earl of Garlock was like this...
One can imagine how shaky the faith of the entire Holy City is.
The family scriptures in front of them are just a desperate and absurd microcosm of that period of history.
"Let's go on to the palace."
After confirming with Qindu Yin'er that there was nothing worth noting in this mansion, Chen Yin spoke.
"Go, my Lord,"
Qindu Yin'er looked calm,
“Look at how hopeless and ridiculous this history is.
Look how many have strayed from the good way. "
Then, several people left Earl Garlock's mansion.
Chen Yin and Luo Mea got into the carriage again, Qin Du Yin'er drove Amanda away, and the wheels of the carriage rolled slowly.
Through the car window, Chen Yin looked at the dilapidated streets and alleys. The cobbled ground was filled with pits and pale rainwater.
Death is the inhabitant of this holy city.
"In your records, is this a judgment of the king of the world against the world?" Chen Yin stroked the long sword taboo between his knees and asked suddenly.
Faced with Chen Yin's sudden question, Luomea didn't know how to respond.
"'The judgment has arrived' is what she said." After a while, Lomea said softly.
"...I can't understand her." Chen Yin said softly, and then he lowered his head and looked at the spiritual vision eye on the palm of his hand, "But...if I am willing, maybe I can understand her."
After Lomea heard this, she pursed her lips and did not dare to say a word.
Chen Yin did not talk to Luo Mea anymore, but fell silent.
The occupation of people by dead souls is very similar to the replacement of souls in the Torment Temple.
And he knew very early on from Cassim's father, the wizard Lucius, that the Dead Soul Disease was caused by exploring the taboos of the gods. Chen Yin stared at the long sword "Taboo" in his hand.
Or rather... the long sword "Hedwig".
Not just the king of my kings.
The Lord of Suffering from the future is likely to be involved in this thousand-year judgment on the world.
"What are you doing for?"
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About two-quarters of an hour later, the carriage stopped again.
"What's wrong? Qindu Yin'er." Chen Yin did not open the door curtain.
"Lord, there is a pagan child in front of us. He must be a dead soul. He is begging for our help." Qin Duyin'er's voice came quickly.
"Oh?" With that said, Chen Yin opened the door curtain.
Not far away, next to several wooden boxes, a boy of about seven or eight years old was kneeling on the ground, begging bitterly.
"Please, please...please persuade my grandfather, persuade him, he is about to be eroded by the dead soul! Our whole family is also going to be eroded by the dead soul!"
Lomea also stuck out his head, looked him up and down, and whispered: "...This child...he has become a dead soul long ago. "
"It should be the obsession he had during his lifetime. The dead soul swallowed his soul and inherited this obsession." Chen Yin said.
"Lord, what do you want to do?" Qin Duyin'er asked, and she did not look back.
She can leave or lend a helping hand, it depends on Chen Yin.
Chen Yin turned his attention to the alley next to the boy. The roads there were narrow, wooden scaffolding was piled up layer by layer, and various objects were discarded randomly. There was a three-story Tomi house. Chen Yin had read about it in historical books. There were many such houses. Appearing in the capitals of various countries, it originated from Deschanel. It was built under the order of its emperor to provide a place for civilians to live at a low price.
Now, a group of pagans live there.
"Let's follow him and take a look at the Tommy house." Chen Yin said as he got out of the carriage.
Lomea, who was in the carriage, followed and walked down.
"Show me how the heretics await judgment."
