When Chen Yi climbed up to the third floor, she could smell the faint smell of ash.
The slightly black floating matter floated into the air, which was completely different from the smell of their burning torches. It was mixed with the smell of burning human skin.
The blankets embroidered with various flowers on the ground looked relatively flat, as if the pagans had not broken into the third floor.
Chen Yi immediately cast his eyes on the room at the end of the third floor. The door of that room was half open, and he could see bookshelves that were burnt to black one after another. This was the study room of the palace.
"Let's go there and have a look." Chen Yi said to the two girls, gesturing that he should go ahead.
Qinduil and Lomea followed Chenyi and headed towards the study.
Walking to the study door, Chen Yi took a deep breath and raised his hand to push open the half-open door.
When he saw Leng Jie, he saw the dehydrated and withered body of an old man sitting cross-legged on the ground. His clothes were ragged and worn out, and he still held the song beads in his hand.
In front of the old man, there was a group of half-burned firewood, and in the center of the surrounding area stood a pair of mutilated bones, with only half of them remaining. There were also gray and black bones scattered on the ground.
Chen Yi saw the crown surrounded by layers of embers.
The severed hand of the skeleton fell beside the crown.
It is not difficult to imagine that the owner of the crown still wore the crown at the moment before his death and maintained the dignity that a king should have.
That was the remains of King Wilfred I.
As described by the dead soul Josko, when the destruction came, the pagans broke into the palace, and the last king of the Holy City, Wilfred I, chose to commit suicide by walking into the fire.
In this way, he doesn't have to suffer from the Dead Soul Disease, and he doesn't have to be trapped in this holy city for thousands of years.
Seeing history with her own eyes, Chen Yi suddenly felt the desolation.
Chen Yi moved his eyes away and landed on the dead old man in front of the fire.
Even without the divinity telling him, he could guess that it was the pagan saint Harun.
Lomea who was beside him also roughly guessed it and asked confirmingly: "Is that Saint Harun?"
"I think so."
Chen Yi looked carefully at Harun's dehydrated and withered body.
Saint Harun did not become a dead soul in the trial, but passed away in peace. For countless dead souls in the Holy City, he did not suffer much torture. Such an encounter was considered lucky.
Chen Yi thought of the words carved by Saint Harun in the Gallery of Mirrors.
[O God, let me hurt and let me perish!
After me, I don’t want any more righteous people to suffer in the world. 】
"It seems that his god did not agree to him." Chen Yi shook his head.
Lomea stared at the body of Saint Harun. Having studied and taught scriptures for more than two hundred years, she naturally understood what Chen Yi meant.
Saint Harun was peaceful and comfortable before his death. After his death, his soul returned to heaven and he was canonized...
The King of my kings gave him neither pain nor death.
God does not care about the will of the saints...
Luomea didn't dare to think about it anymore.
Most of the study was burned down, and it was so fragile that it seemed as if it would be shattered by a single touch. The books inside were also turned into fuel in the fire where Wilfred burned himself a thousand years ago. Chen Yi looked at the marble desk in the center of the study, which was full of books. There was dust and ashes, and a corner of the desk was burned black.
In the center of the desk is an envelope.
Chen Yi looked at the envelope. It was surprisingly intact.
I don't know what kind of material was smeared on it to avoid being burned by the flames, let alone being ignited and burned.
Chen Yi picked up the envelope and opened the wax paint on it.
"To the Lord above." Lomea looked over and whispered, "This letter contains my final confession."
This is the confession left by King Wilfred I, the confession written by the last king of the Holy City.
Chen Yi read it carefully.
The letter begins with this.
【The Lord is above.
St. Venakana said that the Lord will see my confession. How lucky and honorable it is. Even if I fail to return to His Kingdom of Heaven, my confession can lead me into the glory of the Lord. 】
Chen Yi read the first paragraph word for word and continued reading.
[I once asked St. Venakana how she knew the Lord would see this letter, and she said the Lord told her. She is a saint whom the Lord loves, and I choose to believe in her.
In this final confession, when I picked up the pen, I actually didn’t know what to write.
I have to start with people I know.
Let’s talk about Harlan in front of me first. 】
Chen Yi looked sideways at Harlan's body.
The confession in his hand was written after the pagans broke into the palace and Saint Harun entered Wilfred's study.
[I have to admit that he is a wise pagan.
I sincerely praised that he was destined to be canonized after his death, and he did not deny it.
"Although this goes against my will." Harlan said.
"I know that God's will will always be higher than your will." I said.
Harlan was not surprised that I knew pagan teachings. He gave me full respect for the last king. In these last moments, we talked about the kingdom of heaven, judgment, gods and other issues. In many places, I can reach an agreement with him.
Harlan said he was surprised at my pagan calm.
I asked him why he said that.
"We know that judgment is inevitable, so we face God's judgment as a righteous person and obey God's will." Harun said.
“Like you, I am also obeying God’s will.” I paused for a moment and said, “I am obeying the Lord’s salvation after judgment.”
"Oh, that is not your Lord, but the messenger of the King of Kings." Harun argued with me calmly, "He will choose the world and lead our souls to the kingdom of heaven."
This is our biggest difference, but other than that, we are pretty much the same.
It was then that I remembered the words of St. Venakana.
saint vernacana says:
“What happens after the judgment you do not know except from the Lord.”
Therefore, I did not engage in this disagreement with him at that time. I hope that as a philosopher, I can talk more with the wise man in front of me.
Everything is just as Harun said, judgment has come. I always wonder, why, why has judgment come? Is it because I am not wise? Is it because of the curse of my family?
Or is it because of Harun’s words that God’s will is insurmountable?
This really makes me unable to understand.
I just know that I am lucky enough and miserable enough in this life.
My children, my lovely Alice, Peter, Chris... they were born together. Even though I gave them enough love, they were regarded as monsters in the eyes of others.
In the eyes of pagans, it is regarded as a divine punishment from pagan gods for our disobedience to His will, and my own pain will be fulfilled after death, which is far more torturous and longer than the pain of the children.
Lord, I don’t know what wrong I have done, but I hope you will forgive my sins after I die. 】
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