Chapter 136 'Speech' (please vote for me at the beginning of the month)
All eyes were turned to Hugues Artois. This congressman with an elegant temperament and a large nose and gray temples had long since regained his composure and said with a smile: "This is nothing to worry about.
"If the attacker has the ability to break through the two layers of defense and deal with me directly, there is no need to assassinate Tybalt. This is more like blackmail and a threat on paper."
The four campaign team members present nodded at the same time, thinking that there was nothing wrong with the congressman's speculation.
Hugh Artois then looked at the red-haired lady: "Cassandra, I have limited knowledge of the world of occultism. I just heard that some extraordinary people can learn from the soul of a corpse through 'psychic' means.
What is the real situation? Will Tybalt’s spirit betray us?”
The red-haired Cassandra slowly shook her head: "Under normal circumstances, we need to worry and have to take risks to 'clean up', but in the attack just now, the assassin obviously spent a long time to destroy Tibalt.
spirit to cover up its own information, which is equivalent to doing us a favor."
Hugues Artois nodded lightly, glanced at the two secretaries who were still a little uneasy, and said with a smile: "Rhone, Margaret, don't worry, time is with us, and the future is in our hands.
A little setback will not affect the final result.
"You must always believe that our actions represent justice."
Rhone, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and Margaret, who was elegant and elegant, looked at a loss when they heard this. They couldn't believe that they and others could still be associated with the word "justice".
Not only them, the red-haired Cassandra and the middle-aged and muscular Beaudoit also looked at Hugues Artois with doubtful eyes, feeling that they had heard wrongly.
Hugues Artois looked outside the door cautiously, using this action to ask if there was anyone listening.
After the red-haired Cassandra nodded, he made an impromptu speech: "Ladies and gentlemen, although I am still unable to send letters and pray for grace due to the contract, I already have enough for this world.
Understand." You should know better than me. The starry sky above our heads represents the vast universe. There are countless planets in the universe. Each planet is quite a world, and many of them have their own civilization. The world we live in
The world is just one of countless planets, as small as dust.
"The Seven Gods imprison us in this world and prevent us from contacting every civilization in the universe. They want to blindfold our eyes, plug our ears, and make us their slaves generation after generation." They said.
They regard those great beings as evil gods and weave lies to tell us how dangerous it is to believe in evil gods. The purpose is to prevent us from contacting higher civilizations.
"If belief in evil gods is really extremely dangerous, why can there be so many civilizations developed in the universe, civilizations belonging to different races?" They are afraid that great beings have really come to this world, and they are the only ones who will be destroyed. Only those who follow them can
Saints, angels and some fanatical believers, for most people, they will just change their beliefs and there will be no danger.
"Belief in one of the seven gods is faith, but belief in the great beings is not?" We cannot be kidnapped by the seven gods. We must explore the future of mankind and the direction of civilization. Judging from the gifts you can receive, the great beings are stronger than the seven gods.
, and will also provide shelter, be willing to give strength, and have divine grace like a sea.
"When we can sail in the universe in the future, and then look back at what has happened in these years, you will understand that our cause is just." In this process, there will inevitably be some deaths, but
They all deserve to die, either because they are too old, or in poor health, or have bad luck, or are destined to die, and most of the responsibility does not lie with us.
"Moreover, after all, these are only a few people. Just because a few people can survive, we cannot prevent the majority of people from seeking a higher civilization and a better future." Ladies and gentlemen, there will be sacrifices in any cause, as long as we firmly believe in what we are doing.
What we do is just, keep at it, and the future will belong to us!
"Ten years from now, human beings will have a ticket to enter the civilizational circle of the universe, and they will no longer be savages huddled in an ignorant corner!"
The red-haired Cassandra, secretary Ronne and others were stunned when they heard this.
Who are the followers of the evil god?
They believe in different evil gods for different reasons, and deep down they all know that what they are doing is wrong, but they have already set foot on this path and have to continue moving forward, so they either use their faith as a fig leaf to change their lives little by little.
Cognition, or simply degenerate completely and find the motivation to move forward.
Hugh Artois was obviously not a believer of anyone, nor had he received a gift, nor had he experienced enough assimilation, yet he could say such shocking and contagious words from the heart.
The four campaign team members present felt that what Hugues-Artois said was very reasonable, and they made themselves re-examine the meaning of their previous actions.
After several seconds, the red-haired Cassandra slowly exhaled, looked at Hugues Artois, and sincerely praised: "Excellent speech, Mr. Congressman, I can give it to you when you choose your faith in the future.
"Do" should be removed and "recommend someone."
"Huh?" Hugues Artois asked in a nasal tone.
Cassandra smiled and explained: "One of the gifts of power is called a 'speaker'."
Hugues Artois nodded and smiled at the four members of the team in a relaxed manner: "Don't be frightened by Tybalt's death. We will proceed as planned."
Cassandra, Rhône, Marguerite and Beaudoit answered in unison: "Yes, M. Senator."
Underground Trier.
Lumian took a detour back to the previous quarry hole, quickly took off his clothes and shoes, and took off his wig and beard.
After he put on his original tramp attire and put on the dark blue peaked cap, half-illusory crimson fire crows condensed around him.
The fire crows roared out and landed on the surfaces of canes, shirts, bow ties, wigs and other objects, setting them on fire with a slight explosion.
Lumian had already turned around and headed towards the exit of Underground Trier. Behind him, red flames rose up, burning all items related to the previous attack and illuminating the dark underground cavity.
It's almost midnight, inside the "Eternal Sun" Inquisition located underneath St. Robles Church.
Angouleme de Francois, who was looking through the investigation records, heard Dongdongdong's knock on the door.
His brown coat with two rows of gold buttons was hanging on the coat rack near the door. He only wore a light gold shirt with the holy symbol of the sun on it and dark brown trousers.
"Please come in." Angouleme said calmly.
The person who came in was Valentine with powdered hair and makeup.
He has always been worried about what happened in Kordu Village. After learning that some survivors appeared in the Trier area, he took the initiative to submit an application and was transferred here. His wife and children had longed for the prosperous Trier.
, he moved here without any further persuasion.
He and several teammates were on duty tonight, and happened to encounter the murder of the assistant secretary of the Congressman.
Valentine, who was wearing a blue tweed jacket and a gold brooch, sat across from Angouleme and said bluntly: "Deacon, why don't you investigate Hugues Artois?" "Although most of the Aurora Society's people are
They are madmen, but they seem to have an unusual ability to sense the followers of the evil god. It cannot be said that 100% of the people they kill believe in the evil god, but at least 70% do.
"Combined with the information we have obtained, we can already determine that Tybalt Jacques, who died tonight, was a follower of the evil god, possessing the power of 'Decay', and he was the assistant secretary of Hugues Artois.
"We cannot allow a person with great suspicion to continue to serve as a member of Congress. Investigating him is responsible for all the people in the market area, and also for G. Artois. If the investigation turns out that there is indeed no problem with him, we can help him clean up the surrounding area.
Believers of evil gods.”
Angouleme did not expect that the newly transferred team leader would be more pious and fanatical than himself, so he couldn't help but raise his hand and pinch his brow.
He smiled bitterly: "You probably don't know that every member of Congress has signed a contract with the two major churches, a contract notarized by God." In the contract, they promised their beliefs, demonstrated their abilities and corresponding sources.
, and the two major churches promised not to restrict the personal freedom of any member of Congress and the main staff around him without sufficient and strong evidence, and not to influence them with extraordinary abilities.
"This is the protection of the power of Congress." Judging from the contract, Hugues Artois believes in the great 'Eternal Sun' and is not an extraordinary person.
"So, you can ask him and the key staff around him, but only ask."
Valentine couldn't hide his disappointment: "Why is there such a contract?"
"This is a by-product of the original coup, and it is also a change that conforms to the trend of the times." Angouleme explained simply.
Valentine exhaled, stood up, and opened his arms: "Praise the sun!"
"Praise the sun!" Angouleme stood up and returned the greeting, watching his subordinate walk out of his office.
Noor District, Holy Palace Hospital.
Jenna sat on a very low round stool, lying next to her mother Elodie's bed, sleeping lightly.
After sending Franca away, she asked her brother Julian to go home, because he had to go to the factory at dawn, and the actor training at the Old Pigeon Cage Theater had not yet resumed - the Police Headquarters was originally scheduled to auction the Old Pigeon Cage and the theater in the next two days.
Golden Rooster Hotel, but due to the explosion at the Goodville Chemical Plant, it could only be postponed for a while.
Suddenly, Elodie made some movement, Jian Na woke up and saw her mother slowly opening her eyes.
After her daughter's face was reflected in her eyes, Elodie smiled and said, "I thought I was going to see your father."
Without waiting for Jian Na's response, she asked weakly: "How is my injury?" Jian Na, who was delighted that her mother woke up from a coma, smiled sincerely: "It's not serious. You see, it doesn't even require surgery."
Elodie breathed a sigh of relief and nodded slowly.
She had just gotten out of a coma and was in poor physical and mental condition. After a brief chat, she fell asleep again.
Jian Na held her mother's hand and looked at the face with many wrinkles and some gray hair with the light coming from the window, as if she had found it again.
After watching for a while, she raised her head and found a ray of morning light gradually lighting up the horizon.