The Tribunal is an independent institution independent of the three major dioceses...now only two are left...with independent establishment, independent finance, independent armed forces, and the power to supervise the trials of all clergy.
The stake is the most famous thing of the Inquisition, followed by the Knight of Judgment, the Knight of the Holy Emblem, the Presiding Judge, the Inquisition Army, and the God of Justice and Arbitration.
The God of Justice and Arbitration is the full name, just like the God of Libra, whose full name is the God of Equality and Scales, the Goddess of Redemption, whose full name is the Goddess of Love and Redemption, and the God of Light and Darkness, whose full name is the God of Light and Shadow.
People's worship of power and gods allows them to make up ten thousand cool and majestic titles.
However, gods also have strengths and weaknesses, such as the God of Knowledge, who cannot be defeated by anyone, and the God of Immortality, who cannot be defeated by anyone...
The God of Arbitration is the one being among the gods of light that no one can defeat. It has superior combat power and controls the judgment and arbitration of all priests. It is the last force to maintain justice, order, and law.
Of course, that refers to the time when the entire divine power system was operating perfectly. Now that the gods have fallen, and it is not known whether the God of Arbitration is alive or not, how can there be any justice and order laws?
If so, a guy like Dyson would be the first to be burned on the stake, so why would Ange need to kill him?
Although the order has collapsed and the law is chaotic, the Tribunal is still an independent operating institution. It still has the power to judge all heretics, and it is often dispatched. After all, how can it be funded if it is not dispatched?
This kind of institution that is independent of the three major dioceses must not accept funding from the three major dioceses, otherwise it will be easy to be manipulated. How can there be any justice?
In addition to the appropriation from the church, all funds for the trial mainly come from fines and confiscations. In order to fund, the trial office must work hard to restrict various illegal and disciplinary activities in the diocese and strive to pick more thorns and fine more money.
In order to avoid being judged and fined, the diocese must also strictly restrain believers and clergy from top to bottom, and strictly demand themselves according to the code of divine law.
Under the supervision of the gods, this is actually a relatively well-functioning mechanism. If the Tribunal commits illegal acts, the gods will punish them immediately. But the problem is that there are no gods now.
Anthony said that the Knights of the Holy Emblem and the Mobile Tribunal are the rare bright lights in the Church of Light, because apart from them, the entire Church of Light is extremely dark and rotten, including the top brass of the Tribunal.
There are so many cool operations that I could write another million-dollar masterpiece, so I won’t mention them here.
Anthony did not hesitate to split the church and seize the authority of the eastern diocese. The main reason was to restrain those extremely dark people in the upper echelons of the church, including the Inquisition.
However, he has no direct jurisdiction over the Tribunal and can only supervise and replace some of the functions of the gods, which is indeed effective.
Under his supervision, the Eastern Diocese of the Tribunal has become much more restrained, and there is rarely the kind of behavior that destroys families, slaughters villages, kills good people and pretends to be heretics.
In addition, he will also use donations from "enthusiastic believers", welfare, subsidies, children's education, parents' pension, retirement fair funds, etc. to subsidize the trial house of the Eastern Diocese.
If you can't accept funding, then you can't refuse the donations from believers, right? Do you want to dampen the enthusiasm of believers? Believe it or not, hundreds of believers will kneel at the door of the judgment house immediately, and they won't get up unless money is collected?
As for field benefits, anti-static silk underwear is one of them, and there are so many other things that I can’t even count them.
Nigris once sent a few rolls of cotton cloth to Shyamala's supplies. Shyamala still thinks of it as a good thing, but this kind of "goodness" is not worth mentioning compared with the thousand-year-old magic stick.
As long as you don't mess around and serve the believers impartially, Anthony can make arrangements for your whole family, including your retirement.
What's even more outrageous is that Anthony restricted local trials. All presiding judges must go out and can only hear cases in other cities. When necessary, joint trials in multiple cities are required.
The presiding judge of the Eastern Diocese was miserable at the hands of Anthony, but because of the good hidden benefits and peace of mind, as well as a bit of honor in upholding fairness, there are still many upright presiding judges who like the Eastern Diocese, and most of them have been here.
Not willing to be transferred.
However, the Carlock who is speaking now is not the presiding judge of the Eastern Diocese. This place is located at the junction of the two districts. The presiding judge has jurisdiction regardless of the district, not to mention the witch who has not appeared for many years.
So as soon as he heard the news, Carlock hurried over.
Anthony smiled coldly: "It came very quickly."
As soon as they heard Anthony's tone, everyone knew something was wrong. Nigris asked curiously: "Is there anything weird?"
Anthony said: "Of course, it takes more than three hours to get to the nearest city with a trial court. It takes less than three hours for Lucy to wake up. Unless he came here on a flying dragon, he would have been nearby.
Wandering around, waiting to cause trouble."
"It's just a refugee camp, what's the point of causing trouble? Did he already know something would happen here?" Negris asked in confusion.
Anthony laughed: "Even if something happens, he doesn't need a great chief judge. Who else here is worthy of his action?"
As Anthony spoke, his thumb gestured towards himself inadvertently.
However, everyone collectively turned their attention to Ange. Luther, the only one who noticed him, said in surprise: "Sir Anthony, are your fingers cramped?"
"Are you here for Ange? Are these people looking for death? There's something good to watch." Nigris showed a wicked smile.
Anthony thought they were coming for him, but when Carlock approached, his first sight fell on Ange, and then he turned to Anthony and said hello: "Sir Anthony, long time no see, may the Holy Light bless you."
This sentence is a bit provocative. Ordinary believers wish him the blessing of the Holy Light. It is a blessing. Anthony is the pope, at least the archbishop, and is the carrier of divine power. The blessing of the Holy Light is not appropriate.
Just like you could have lived a thousand years and others wish you a long life.
It seemed that it was really for Ange. Anthony suddenly laughed. He suddenly wanted to know how Ange, who was not good at words, would cope with the other party's trial. As Nigris said: "These people are looking for death."
Right? There's a good show to watch."
Because he was looking forward to watching a good show, Anthony no longer cared about the provocation in his words, and said with a smile: "Oh, it's Carlock, and I hope the Holy Light will protect you."
Carlock was stunned for a moment. He hadn't seen him for a while. Why was Anthony so good-tempered? He could feel that Anthony's blessing was somewhat sincere.
Looking at Anthony suspiciously, Carlock said: "I received news that a witch appeared here. In the name of the God of Arbitration, she came here specially to deal with it. May I ask... Hey, is this the famous bitter man?
Lord Friar Ann? Carlock salutes you."
As if he had just seen Ange, Carlock spoke loudly and exaggeratedly. At the same time, he raised his palms to offer holy light, touched his shoulders, and bowed to salute.
Ange tilted his head, glanced at him, and finally his eyes fell on the holy light in his palm.
One second, two seconds, three seconds, the scene slowly became extremely embarrassing...
PS: I have a headache and can’t bear it any longer. I’ll take a nap for a while and the next chapter will be updated before dawn.