Chapter 711 Ch710 Assassination!
Chapter 711 Ch.710 Assassination!
Darwin's theory is undoubtedly shaking the foundation of religion.
Especially the Holy Cross (after all, they are the only ones who claim creationism).
The works published in newspapers and bookshop shelves will make many people begin to doubt, or use it as a spear to stab the holy face that has been decorated with hundreds of years.
Under the wave of ‘science’, this is a terrible catalyst that can make the turbulence boil.
Theoretically, the Royal Party, the Grey Party and Victoria themselves should be happy to see this.
Because to a certain extent, Darwin was not only shaking and destroying the stone stakes embedded in the land of the Holy Cross, but also providing them with more room for development and blowing a wind that is beneficial to them.
But considering the old people on the top of the Holy Cross, the masters of the Council of Truth, the Inquisition and its two parties could not do things too obvious.
That means conflict.
The higher the identity, the less you want conflict—unless it happens, it will not involve yourself.
For example, the war between mortals is a good example.
The ritualist is not.
"Darwin can't get ashore."
Peter Heller whispered.
They all understood.
Apparently, the supreme lady made a deal with the Holy Cross. As long as the author dies, he no longer studies or promotes his blasphemy, the matter ends here- but once he himself goes ashore, steps into London, and wanders in various academic salons...
There are some things that cannot be controlled by the monarch.
Her party would push the whole thing, with Darwin as the spear tip, aiming at the weakest part of the Holy Cross.
At that time, things will become very troublesome.
This person cannot exist.
“False peace.”
The crow's face was gloomy: "His works are in every brain that has seen it. If it had been as long as I had suggested, it would be completely banned..."
Enid raised her eyebrows: "You have to at least figure out which side we are on, Crow."
"We are always on the side of the Father of All things, the judge," the crow sneered, "We are just the sword of God the Father, not of any monarch."
He looked around the room.
Faces with different expressions.
"What shakes your faith?"
"If you don't do it for the sword, why do you stay in this holy place?"
Fernandez was impatient: "You should really leave with Keshhai."
"Dwinson." Enid lowered the corners of her mouth slightly.
The air in the room became hot.
It's quiet too.
"He can't get ashore. If the vortex doesn't take action by then, we'll take action."
Enid knocked on the table and reiterated:
"This man is not allowed to set foot on land. Once he survives and arrives in London, there are more than the "Holy Cross" and the "Great Vortex". ”
The city of London is too chaotic.
Sects of all sizes stared at them in the shadows.
At that time, I'm afraid there will be too many people who are willing to "spontaneously" protect this scholar.
"So, ladies and gentlemen. Who wants to go on a boat?"
Quiet.
The blade swallowed the smoke and buckled his armpits through the lining cloth while he was silent - and then he found that Roland seemed to be looking.
She pulled out her hand and shook it at him from afar.
‘Smell it? ’
No one paid attention to her.
Because everyone was only staring at the tip of their shoes and said nothing: Who would take on such a job?
The murder of a well-known scholar indecently is also possible to face ritualists from various sects - it's okay to intercept the killing, just like their original purpose. I'm afraid that some sects don't want to kill people...
"I have a competition, Lord Jutiya, I can't leave London in a short time," Huller helplessly: "The prize is very high, and they also give a pure gold trophy."
One of the three executives who were not familiar with Roland muttered:
"I heard it was just covered with gold..."
"Who said it? The Haojue Club never cheats."
"But I heard from my friend that the last trophy was..."
"Don't talk nonsense, that's a real big game-"
Two ritualists started a debate on the authenticity of the Poker Contest Champions trophy.
In the office of the presiding judge.
The crow interrupted with a cold face: "The Ring of Eternal Silence still has a mission, I can't go that far."
Seeing this, another captain immediately answered the crow's words: "I'm chasing a cult recently."
Fernandez rubbed his forehead.
All of this virtue.
"I don't think you can just assign it, Jutiya," the blade collapsed on the sofa, supporting his head with his hands without any image. "If you ask, they will never be free. You know, we can stay, but It’s not for the purpose of being a 'sword', after being decent and allowed, I went to the church to confess my sins under the cross-"
"We care more about who is sitting on this chair than the illusory name of the Inquisition."
The woman raised her thin eyebrows and raised her fingers and flew her cigarette butts.
Falling at the feet of the crow.
The other party looked at her with a gloomy look.
"Tell me who you want to go, I don't see a poker contest that matters."
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Peter Heller smiled, “That’s right.”
They are unwilling to interfere in trouble, especially this matter has nothing to do with cultists.
Unless, Enid Jutiya speaks.
No one will reject Enid Jutiya if he can stay.
It was the first time Roland really understood what kind of status Enid was in the Inquisition.
No wonder the church always wants to withdraw its power of judgment, but it is difficult to really take action - except for no one insisting on having a good life, but the executive officer who stays in the judgement court who is good at fighting head-on. , and it is also part of their concern.
if.
If Enid leaves the court one day, I am afraid that these rituals who stay because of her will "disappear" in the next moment: perhaps not everyone will follow Enid away like he follows Kishhai.
But Roland can guarantee it.
After Enid left, the court was empty.
They cannot control these unruly ritualists.
Crows are fine, they are just low rings.
Where is Fernandez Dewinson, who has a secret organ and a promising future?
Although the road is unknown, it is obvious that it has entered the blade of the high ring earlier? Peter Heller, who manipulates the shadows? Not to mention the other high rings. These high rings are uncontrollable - each of them leads a team, and every member of the team has his own network of relationships at the same time.
The unity of the Inquisition is well known.
The church dared not act rashly. In addition to worrying about Enid, there is obviously another problem: these people have experienced two temptations (Kishhai, the church) and still chose to stay in the Court of Justice.
Keep the status quo and nothing will happen.
"Let me go."
Roland raised his hand.
"I heard that if the deputy wants to become the captain, there will be an assessment," he pressed the silver handle with his other hand, and his voice echoed in the room: "I think I should be able to do it."
The Crow will not miss this good opportunity to humiliate Roland.
"It seems that you are not only uneducated, but also have not learned what you should learn," his strange tone was like a carriage that was about to fall apart, which sounded very uncomfortable: "Obviously, you are stupid and ignorant. The captain didn't tell you... I need to accept the captain's assessment at least the third ring road-"
Then.
He looked at the golden-eyed young man with a smile.
Suddenly I realized something.
A tremor swept across his scalp.
Own…
How long did it take to reach the Third Ring Road?
This kid...
The man who turned silent lowered his pointed nose, his eyes full of indifference.
"Ha, it seems that someone likes to show off their own… stupid, vanity, and always with twins."
He pulled his hood, stared at the knife blade and Fernandez's joking eyes, and made it back to the sofa and never spoke again.
Trial Court…
ah.
Not bad, too.
The court has a future.
The crow bounced his long nails filled with corpse mud and slowly closed his eyelids.