"My father is a believer in it, but I didn't believe in it from the beginning. I left the mining area, thinking I could stay away from it... But, but, it told me when I was most desperate that it could help me achieve the goals in life.
The pinnacle of the world, and I don’t need to betray the empire, nor do I need to betray the God Emperor, I just need..."
"Just turn a blind eye, right?"
Barov let go of his hand and nodded vigorously.
"Yes Yes!"
"What do you know about it?"
"I...I don't know much about it. The Crow Bishop Sect has existed for hundreds of years and has been dormant in secret. This sect does not aim at expansion. The believers are connected by blood and marriage. It is difficult for outsiders to enter the sect.
"
"What is their doctrine?"
"There is no doctrine."
"What?"
Suo Shiyang frowned and realized that things were not simple.
"How can this be."
"Indeed, the Lord of Crows has no doctrine. It only requires believers to pay tribute regularly, and it provides protection, that's all."
"Tribute? What tribute?"
"Uh... I'm not a religious person. I just heard that it seems to be some high-tech products and some mechanical parts."
"specific."
"This, I really don't know."
"Then it made no similar demands of you?"
"there has never been."
"You haven't seen it either?"
"No."
"Then you should know the specific location of these believers and how many strongholds they have, right?
"I--"
Barov's eyes flickered for a moment, and just as he was about to deny it, the muzzle of the bolter pressed against his forehead, and the cold metal pressed against his skin, making him shiver.
"Don't let me down, the consequences will be serious."
"Yes, there are some!"
The bishop quickly turned around and fiddled with the bookshelf behind him, then opened a hidden compartment and pulled out a volume of maps.
"Over the years, I have secretly recorded all the discoveries about the Crow Bishop Sect on this map. There are eleven places in total, distributed in several different mining areas."
Soshyan took the map, which was made of special material. After opening it, he found a clearly painted map of the mining area, with strongholds marked on it and the depth also noted.
The stronghold discovered by the Ministry of Justice before was the deepest one among them.
He glanced at it and accepted it.
"Very good? Bishop, thanks to your cooperation, we are one step closer to the truth? Now let's talk about the growing alien threat."
"Alien, alien?"
The bishop blinked.
"There are no aliens here, just some anti-imperial elements."
"Oh? Then how do you explain the attack on the Ministry of Justice? There are also a large number of missing miners."
"Sir, as far as I know? The Ministry of Justice was just attacked by some local gangs? They made a fuss out of a molehill... As for the case of the missing miners, ahem, um, your Excellency may not understand the local political situation? The mining guild is the main one.
Management agency? They have to report personnel losses to the Ministry of Interior every month. If the personnel losses exceed a certain limit, the Ministry of Interior will obtain supplements from neighboring prison worlds as appropriate. Those guild owners often falsely report personnel losses, or otherwise
Disappearance as an excuse? Apply for new population...The purpose of their doing this is to increase production capacity? After meeting the tithe tax and the fixed quota of the Mechanicus, there will be remaining output for them to trade."
"According to you? Those missing people are still alive?"
Soshyan said, left the table, came to a portrait, and looked at the people on it with interest.
Is this a portrait of the last bishop? It is a bald old man. From the appearance, the mouth is relatively large, the eyes are slightly narrow, and the skull seems to be a little larger than the average person.
"This... is not necessarily true. The normal daily working hours in the mining area are 16 hours. Many miners cannot bear it and will escape deep into the mines to fend for themselves... and many mine owners will use the miners for other purposes. They are all
These are some morally corrupt guys, and some things are hard to talk about."
"Then did you stop them again?"
"Well--"
Barov coughed twice in embarrassment.
"In non-emergency situations, as representatives of the state religion, we cannot easily get involved in local administrative affairs..."
"Okay, I know."
Soshyan turned around and looked at Barov with a smile.
"There's a new meeting outside that I think you should go to,"
Under Soshyan's gaze, Barov could only walk towards the door tremblingly. Then two law enforcers waiting outside the door sandwiched him and walked towards the hall where he gave daily lectures.
Barov felt like a criminal about to go to the execution ground.
Afterwards, he was taken to a familiar hall.
The entire hall used to be filled with hundreds of VIPs every day, but now there are only a dozen or so people here, all representatives of various organizations and institutions. A huge display screen is installed on the ceiling.
Barov saw a thin, angular, and hasty man.
He is the arbitrator of the local legal department.
The bishop licked his lips, and a drop of sweat rolled down his cheek.
The arbiter, exuding overwhelming vigor, looked at him from the other side, his face seemed to be wearing an expressionless, cold mask.
When he was pressed down on his usual chair, the arbitrator had already spoken.
"Your laissez-faire policies over the past two decades have directly contributed to the proliferation of heresy and the weakening of local faith, making it unable to respond to the current threat of violence, which illustrates a clear and inexcusable incompetence."
The arbitrator's accusation hung in the air, and no one at the long table dared to make a sound.
Barov felt as if the world in front of him was shrinking, and his heart was about to jump out of his throat. His eyes wandered around the table in front of him, but no one except the arbiter dared to meet his eyes.
"I... this... maybe we... have some misinterpretations of... the severity of the situation, but nothing can't be corrected, I assure you."
The bishop's voice sounded hollow and weak even to his own ears.
"Safinius is facing anarchy and alien threats. The security of the hive and mining areas is deteriorating. The current situation is unacceptable! The time for bureaucrats to pimp each other is over. Bishop Barov, I judge you
You have ignored your responsibilities and committed serious dereliction of duty and dereliction of duty. Until the Ecclesiarchy sends a more qualified person to take office, your authority will be temporarily replaced by the Ministry of Justice! I now declare that Safinius has begun martial law and will continue until
Until the riots and alien threats are extinguished and the mining area is safe again."
The bishop's face turned pale and his chest felt tight.
He tried to speak, but couldn't find the right words. He opened and closed his mouth first, and then closed it tightly in panic.