"I hope all the people of light can make the most correct choice."
Realizing that the speech was now over, people in the audience began to discuss the bishops they supported.
At this time, Chudka was about to walk off the main stage. He was suddenly stopped by an old priest wearing red and white robes. After this old priest, who was about the same age as Chudka, whispered to him, Chudka was incredulously surprised.
His cloudy eyes widened.
"Sorry everyone, please stop for a moment."
Chudka walked onto the stage again to quiet the noisy crowd. He said stiffly: "We have another competitor here."
"Oh? Is there actually an eighth bishop participating in the competition? It's interesting." Noah's envoy Faust, who was planning to leave temporarily, sat back down. He had a hunch that this unscheduled candidate would be
It will surprise you.
"Now, let us invite His Excellency Wenger Doyle L. Timothy of the Inquisition to come to the stage to give a speech."
This was the first time after Chudka finished his speech that there was no warm applause from the audience.
Bang! Bang bang! Bang...
But there were still people applauding. They were priests wearing uniform black robes. Although the number of these black priests was small, their applause was very rhythmic, just like soldiers in the army clapping to welcome their leader.
"Is it actually the 'First Judgment'? It's really surprising." Faust touched his goatee and looked thoughtfully at the young man in black robe walking on the crystal stairs.
There are sixteen steps in this crystal staircase leading to the main platform. In the Guangming Sect, "two" is regarded as a lucky number and "eight" is the number of heaven. These sixteen steps have the meaning of "climbing to the sky".
Legend has it that Saint Moore accepted the sixteen trials of the goddess of light, and finally climbed the ladder to heaven and became a saint.
The crystal staircase leading up to the main stage borrowed this allusion, so it is also called the "ladder to heaven."
Da da da…
This young man in black robe walked on the "ladder to heaven", his obsidian-inlaid heels making a crisp sound on the crystal plate.
Although no one was making any noise in the audience, the sound from a distance of dozens of meters would not be heard by these spectators.
But every step of the young man seemed to have magic power, and the powerful steps stepped on people's hearts, and the crisp sound of footsteps rang in people's ears.
After seeing clearly the appearance of the black-robed priest who was about to start his speech on the main stage, Faust's assistant couldn't help but sigh: "So young."
The age of this priest named Wingedall seems to be around 20 years old, and among the bishops who stood on the stage before, the youngest one is over 50 years old, and the oldest one is over 70 years old.
Compared to the older bishops, this young presiding judge is simply a baby.
One can't help but wonder how he is qualified to compete on the same stage with those big shots.
"Yes, he is very young. He is the youngest "First Inquisitor" in history. I think I can finally understand why the inquisitors in black are able to cause more troubles than before."
Faust's sleepiness was swept away. He looked around at this figure who almost only appeared in his desk files. Information about Wenger Doyle was always inseparable from these keywords: young,
Radical, mysterious and...dangerous.
Faust has been paying attention to the intelligence of the First Judge since he took office. After all, in the eyes of senior officials from various countries, the Heretic Tribunal is a more troublesome existence than the Holy See of Light.
Comparing the methods of the Holy See of Light with those of the Heretic Tribunal, they appear to be too mild. They are simply the difference between a cat and a tiger.
This can be seen in the murals in the main temple of the goddess: the white-robed priests in the murals often hold scriptures in one hand and crosses in other hands to inspire the wicked with sacred words, while the black-robed priests standing in the shadows hold the scriptures in one hand and the cross in the other.
Using a cross sword and a mace, he dismembered the demons.
The Heretic Tribunal, which has the same origin as the Holy See of Light, has never thought of educating the world, nor is it responsible for promoting charity.
"Only the goddess can decide whether to forgive a heretic, and our duty is to send the heretic to see the goddess." - said the seventh-generation first presiding judge.
All the poor people they regarded as "heresies" were eliminated one by one with thunderous means.
And this Wingedall L. Timothy, as the leader of the "Inquisition", a world-famous violent organization, can actually run for the most benevolent and noble Pope of Light in the world?
This is also the reason why people treat the "First Judge" with such a cold attitude. They cannot accept such a controversial person becoming the pope who attracts everyone's attention.
So, are all the senators in the Senate Hall crazy?
If not...then it can only be said that the elders have some unknown intentions.
"Before I give my speech, let me briefly introduce myself."
Wenger Doyle put on the amplifying stone, tried the sound test casually, and then began his speech.
"I am the First Inquisitor of the Heretic Tribunal, Wingedall L. Timothy. I believe that many of you here are meeting me for the first time, but I think I am not very unfamiliar to you.
.”
Wenger Doyle spread his hands and showed his confidence to everyone. He was the first person in this speech presentation to go completely off script. From the beginning, Wenger Doyle did not let anyone prepare any speech content for him. This
It was his impromptu speech.
"I am very happy that I have this honor of standing in front of you. After all, just before yesterday, except for the first generation, no presiding judge in history could step into the door of the Temple of the Goddess of Light. And today, I have become the first
Two.”
After the young presiding judge finished these words, people began to whisper. Most of them did not know the origin of the Heretic Tribunal and the Holy See of Light. There were indeed many things they did not understand about the existence of the Heretic Tribunal.
"From a dark room, looking at the dying oil lamp, you will feel that it is the brightest and warmest thing you have ever seen."
"And I have stood countless times in hells that you can't believe or imagine, to maintain the bright orthodoxy, because I think it is the brightest, warmest thing and the most worthy of my persistence."
"Some people may say that the Pope of Light is the spokesperson of the God of Light in the world, but I am in darkness and have no right to look up to the light?"
"However, I think I understand the God of Light better than most people."
"I believe many people have heard the saying, 'The grace of the God of Light will not be given to everyone, only devout believers can receive grace.' But I want to tell you that God does not like to put a statue in front of the statue.
No matter how many days and nights you pray, you still won’t get a response from God.”
"That is to say: you have to satisfy God first, and then God will respond to you."
“Total nonsense!!”
Already some priests were dissatisfied with Wengerdower's speech. When he began to talk about his understanding of God, some of the bishops in the audience who were waiting for the results of the election finally couldn't help but stand up.
"The goddess of light is the most selfless. When she helps us, she will not ask for anything. We contribute tribute to her just to express our gratitude, not to ask for anything in return."
"Is it true? Then Bishop Pibor, can you answer me: Is our original intention of believing in God to repay God, or do we hope to continue to demand from God?"
Wingedall continued to maintain a humble smile on his face, everything was as he expected.
"Of course it's to repay God."
After telling this answer, Bishop Pibor immediately felt that something was wrong, but he could no longer change his words.
"So, God has given you a lot, right?"
"Yes."
"So, aren't you asking for something from God?"
"Forehead?"
"If you want to repay God, you should not accept the gift God gives you. You should hand over your scepter, take off your gold medal, and go to the streets to raise funds for the temple."
Pibor found that his thoughts were firmly grasped by Wingedall. Indeed, according to his previous selfless dedication, he should give up his current position and become an ordinary junior priest to promote the doctrine.
But when you think about it this way, you feel like something is wrong?
"Bishop Pibor, you are a devout believer, but do you understand that everything you have now comes from the God of Light, and you have been asking God for help with your faith."
"Yes, you are right."
The speechless Bishop Pibor sat back down.
"Of course, what Bishop Pibor said is not completely unreasonable. For example, the reason why I want to become the Pope now is because I want to do something for the God of Light."
Wingedall smiled humbly, and after the bishops were convinced, his ideas continued to penetrate into the hearts of the audience.
"Requesting and giving back are a simultaneous process. We grow up in the light and are believers in the light. We may not know why God gives us the necessary light, but we must never forget that we must repay the light God gives us."
"Remember God's love and trust in God. I think everyone here is like this. But the pope is the most qualified among millions of believers to represent people to communicate with God."
Now everyone is listening and nodding every time Wingedall speaks. In this young presiding judge's charming and magnetic voice, the believers of light who originally did not trust him have gradually recognized this black-robed priest.
"I think the pope should not only express God's will to believers, but also express the desires of believers in the world to God, so that the goddess can understand the sufferings of the world. So when talking to God, the pope must not only understand God, but also understand people. And I
I am just a layman who understands God. I know what giving is and what taking is, so I want to become the Pope of Light to bring about the 'Kingdom of Heaven' that both God and man long for."
Wingedall bowed to the audience and ended his speech.
However, people were still very quiet at this time. When Wingedall took off the amplifying stone and was about to turn around and leave, a sudden rain of applause sounded from the stage, which was louder than any previous bishop.
"Oh."
Wingedall let out a chuckle and turned towards the "Ladder to Heaven".
In a hidden compartment of the temple, there were five old men wearing religious robes of different colors sitting. These elders of the Senate Hall could see the situation in the venue through the projection crystal on the coffee table.
A white-robed elder sighed: "Wenger Doyle...that child who was not favored by anyone, actually grew to this point?"
"His teacher is an angel from heaven, so it's not surprising that he has achieved anything." The elder in purple robe held a small teapot as usual and drank tea at the mouth of the pot. Apparently he was not too surprised.
"Drisis, you let a person from the Inquisition enter the election without telling Chudka and I? Aren't you afraid that the Holy See will be destroyed in our hands from now on?"
The senator in red robe was very angry. He clenched his fists as if he wanted to hit someone at any time.
"Be patient, Aka. Looking at this young man's skills and performance, even if I really entrust the future of the Light Sect to him, I don't think there will be any big problems." The purple-robed elder still remained calm.
"It's ridiculous! Do you think other bishops will be convinced? Can this oily and naughty first judge convince the priests and believers in the Eighth Palace and Sixteenth Domain? Your 'I think' is really good?!"
"Aka, the issue you are worried about is not what we should think about, but what the person who becomes the Pope should think about." The yellow-robed senator who had been sitting silently in the corner suddenly spoke.
"Haha, we exist to protect the foundation of the Holy See. We can't be careless in our current decision!"
The red-robed elder's fist finally hit the coffee table, and one corner of the copper coffee table was bent directly by the punch.
"Aka, I never said from the beginning that I wanted this young man to become our pope, right?" The purple-robed senator continued to drink tea from the pot leisurely.
"Then what do you mean?" The red-robed senator narrowed his eyes. He knew that the man in front of him was once the most important think tank of the Holy See. Logically speaking, he would not do such an irrational thing.
"Wenger Doyle may be a choice, but he is not the best choice, and the person most capable of serving as pope..."
The purple-robed elder stretched out his hand and lightly drew on the projection crystal. In the center of the scene projected by the crystal, the ascetic monk in shabby monk robes was walking among the crowded crowd.
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