Chapter 555 The hidden danger of interracial marriage
The morning after the trial ended, Todd, who had transformed into a human form, sat in the king's audience room, quietly reading the letter from Queen Mary of the Holy Acropolis.
After expressing her longing for each other, Mary wrote in the letter:
There is evidence that there are serious divisions within the Church of Heavenly Father.
Some priests in the church, along with the believers of the churches under their jurisdiction, took the initiative to defect to the Protestant kingdom, seeking protection from the Protestant religion.
Those priests said that radicals in the church have escalated religious speculative disputes to personal persecution and doctrinal wars.
In those countries that are die-hard loyal to the Church of Heavenly Father, tragedies of arresting and killing Protestants take place every day.
The same racks used to burn witches and sorcerers were now reserved for Protestant believers holding the same Bible.
Not long ago, the massacre of villages in Isaiah has become a trigger, spreading the fire of this religious war to the entire central region of the continent.
The scouts of the Holy Acropolis visited Flanlon, Tiris, Orebol... In these places, the bodies of thousands of innocent people were found near the burned villages and towns. They were buried in shallow
Among the pits, the executioners were not even willing to complete a corpse pit of suitable size.
In the grassland beside the road, you can see wild beasts with human body parts in their mouths everywhere, feasting on the flesh and blood.
In the capital city of Tyro in the Papal State, more and more nobles gathered in front of the church, questioning and roaring again and again, demanding that the bishops give a reasonable explanation.
After reading these words, Todd slowly put the letter on the table and said softly: "It's almost time."
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
"Your Majesty, Lord Ackerman, the commander of the Crusaders, and Ms. Minnie, the great shaman, request an audience."
Todd put the letter in the drawer, tapped the table gently, and said, "Let them in."
Dark Elf Ackerman stood at the door hesitantly, calmed down, and then walked into the room.
In comparison, Minnie looks much more comfortable.
The old woman moved forward and came to a relatively comfortable sofa in the audience room, and slowly sat down, looking as if she had returned to her home in the north.
Todd glanced at the two of them, then gestured to the guard, who closed the door.
"You look like you have something to say." Todd said with a smile, looking at Ackerman who was standing there, somewhat at a loss.
Ackerman pursed his lips and showed an awkward smile.
"My Holy King...that bard, Beate, committed suicide in prison last night..."
Hearing this, there was no surprise on Todd's face: "Is it suicide? Or homicide?"
Ackerman looked even more uneasy: "It should be suicide, but maybe there are some other factors..."
"Are those angry Crusader soldiers no longer able to tolerate letting that scum live for even one more night?"
Ackerman lowered his head and sighed: "There was an elf among the jailers. Hearing the bard bragging about his romantic deeds in prison, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he burned the guy to death..."
Todd waved his hand carelessly: "If you die, just die. I asked you to come here today because there are other things to discuss."
Minnie placed the white oak cane next to the sofa, took out a homemade cigarette from her arms, lit it with familiarity, put it to her mouth and took a puff: "Are you worried about the racial barriers?"
Todd smelled the smoke in the air, raised his eyebrows and asked Minnie: "New formula?"
"Tobacco from the Enkat Plateau that was just produced this year, plus bracken, honeydew and eleven other spices..."
Todd smiled and extended his hand to Minnie.
Upon seeing this, Ackerman quickly said: "I want to try it too."
Just like this, a giant dragon, a dark elf, and an old shaman were sitting on the sofa, talking about things with clouds in their mouths.
Ackerman took a long puff of cigarette and said with blurred eyes: "Sometimes, I still think of those days in the past, those days in the arena... under the hands of the Red Champion, enjoying the audience
Their cheers..."
"At that time, Casper was still alive. We danced with swords during the day and ate and drank by the campfire at night. Although our life was difficult, it was not boring..."
Todd first glanced at the burning tobacco in his hand, and then gave Minnie a questioning look.
The old shaman whispered: "There are some relaxing spices added to the tobacco..."
"Son of the Gods, when I was with you, you always had the appearance of Boyle, but now..." Ackerman scratched his neck: "Your appearance has changed drastically. Many times, I don't know
What to do.”
Todd flicked the cigarette ashes towards the iron plate on the table: "Whether it's Boyle or what I look like now, it can no longer be regarded as my true appearance..."
Ackerman slumped back and sunk his whole body deeply into the sofa: "I am no longer the village chief of Qianmu Village, but whenever I look at myself in the mirror, I always dare not
Believe everything that happened..."
Todd threw the cigarette butt into the iron plate, nodded and said, "I have something to ask you. There are different races in the Crusaders. What is the relationship between these races and between them and humans?"
Ackerman was stunned: "Relationship?"
A smile appeared on Minnie's wrinkled face: "You want to ask whether there is sexual intercourse among interracial people?"
Todd was a little surprised that the old shaman would speak so directly.
But then I thought about it, Minnie said this and saved herself a lot of effort.
Minnie lit another cigarette, squinted her eyes and said: "As far as I know, partners are formed between members of the same race in the Crusaders from time to time. Although the doctrine requires that every soldier must give up his selfish desires and dedicate everything to the gods.
But feelings are not so easy to kill."
Ackerman was stimulated by this topic and became somewhat sober. He said carefully: "Orcs, werewolves, elves, dwarves, tauren... No matter which race they are, they can often see pairs of companions among themselves.
This kind of thing is a hidden recognition among the Crusaders. Everyone knows it, but no one will expose it."
Todd touched his chin and continued to ask: "So what's going on between the Crusaders and humans?"
Ackerman said hesitantly: "Human beings are a little different."
"no the same."
"There is a common view among the Crusaders that humans are an old species, and their bodies and souls are incomplete. From the perspective of the Crusaders, they who have completed the transformation ritual are equivalent to purifying their bodies.
The dirty things have gained a new life. But human beings have no way to compare with us."
After hearing Ackerman's explanation, Todd pondered for a moment and said: "So, in your opinion, the union between the Crusaders is sacred and blessed. And the union between the Crusaders and humans is a sign of blood.
tainted. That’s why the love between that elf and a human has such a huge impact.”
Unable to hear the deep meaning in Todd's tone, Ackerman asked with some panic: "Supreme Holy King, please send down the oracle. Did we make a mistake in judging the elf Jacqueline?"
Todd shook his head slightly: "This is not a question of whether it is wrong or not."
Ackerman said doubtfully: "I don't understand what you mean."
"Intermarriage between interracial races may cause unforeseen consequences." Todd said solemnly: "Except for a very small number of mutant cases, interracial marriages may lead to birth defects, premature death and even physical defects. In my world
, this phenomenon is called reproductive isolation.”
Todd looked at Ackerman, who was completely confused, and sighed softly: "So, from this perspective, banning intermarriage between the Crusaders and humans may be a correct decision."
Minnie put down the cigarette in her hand and noticed a slight sadness in Todd's expression.
When the old woman heard the laughter of Aurora, the daughter of the Holy King, coming from the garden outside the window, she lowered her head thoughtfully.