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Chapter 60 Behind the Murals

Meanwhile, Hagia Sophia.

"Alan York" still stayed in the room full of murals, sitting quietly on the armchair. He was wearing a heroic hunting suit, and his slender legs were placed high on the table in front of him, while tasting

Drinking black tea, he looks relaxed and content.

On the table in front of him, there was a palm-sized piece of meteorite, which projected a screen of light on the wall in front of him.

This is the alchemical item "projector" invented by Allen.

At this moment, like the "projectors" across the country, this "projector" is also broadcasting the entire trial of Archbishop Yak Nelga live.

"Alan York" naturally also enjoyed watching it.

In the projected light screen, as "arrogance", "jealousy", "wrath"... and other crimes were listed one by one, Archbishop Yaconelga's face changed from confident to angry to rude.

, and finally became desperate.

Finally, when Andre Field said the word "Father", "Alan York" couldn't help laughing.

He sipped the black tea and sighed from the bottom of his heart: "The messenger's thoughts are indeed unfathomable!"

And when Archbishop Nelga fainted and fell to the ground, and the accuser came forward and sternly rebuked the clergy of the Church of Light, this "Alan York" was so excited that he accidentally poured black tea on his chest and stained it.

The exquisitely tailored hunting suit was wet.

"Your Majesty the Messenger is so handsome!" He praised repeatedly.

It was not until half an hour later that Archbishop Nerga regained his composure and the live broadcast continued.

At this time, Archbishop Nerga seemed to have completely lost his mind to struggle. No matter what the accuser said, he remained silent and silently acknowledged all the crimes accused by the accuser.

When it was the defendant's turn to make a statement, he said expressionlessly: "What the plaintiff said is true."

In this way, this much-anticipated trial began in a tense atmosphere of confrontation and ended quietly in calm.

As the "judgment gavel" in Howard's hand hit the table again, the debate in court came to an end.

Immediately afterwards, under the guidance of the clerk, all the members of the jury entered the discussion room next to the trial hall to vote on whether the defendant was guilty or not.

The results were as expected.

It took less than a minute for the twenty-three jurors to unanimously vote for the defendant "guilty."

There is no doubt that this is a very satisfying result.

Although everyone present did not dare to make a loud noise, their faces showed the shock of seeing the archbishop's true face, as well as the deep sense of accomplishment of personally sending the blasphemer to the stake.

However, the audiences gathered in front of the projector light screens across the country were not so restrained.

They screamed and danced, and clapped their hands one by one, just like watching a play in a large theater and seeing the protagonist defeat the villain on the stage.

After that, it’s time for the judge to impose the sentence.

I saw Howard holding up a copy of "The Book of Light", showing it in front of everyone, and said:

"There is this passage in the "Light Canon":

“Arrogance is a warning, and arrogance must be punished heavily.

"Jealousy, guard against jealousy, punish it by slitting your eyes.

"...

"Lust, the warning lies in lust, and the flames punish it.

"The defendant has committed seven crimes, and logically speaking, he should be punished in these seven ways.

"But these punishments need to be carried out by the goddess of light herself after he dies and goes to purgatory.

"Therefore, I decided to deal with the defendant for the crime of 'blasphemy.' Because the circumstances were too serious, he was to be burned at the stake and executed immediately.

"Closed court."

After hearing Judge Howard say "closed court", "Alan York" put away the meteorite "projector" on the table and stuffed it into his pocket.

I could only hear "Alan" clapping and laughing to himself: "This bastard Aknelga really deserves it! He used to tell the truth, killed the teacher of the high priest of Delphi, and burned more than one building.

The Dark Temple also burned countless of our companions. Oh, now it’s his turn to experience the smell of burning.”

Having said this, "Alan York" put his legs down from the table, and then stood up slowly.

His eyes fell on the murals in this room.

It must be said that every time he saw these murals, he would feel very uncomfortable, and even had the urge to pick up a paint bucket and whitewash the walls of the entire room.

However, at this moment, he suddenly noticed that a shining hexagram pattern appeared on the floor of this room.

"Alan York" looked happy, walked forward, and said respectfully to the other side: "Mr. Messenger, are you back?"

A moment later, the real Alan York appeared in front of him.

He was wearing a long black coat and a black bowler hat. He had a handsome appearance and a gentle smile.

"Isabella, you still don't plan to change back?"

"Alan York" is wrong, it should be Isabella who smiled and said to the real Alan: "Sir Messenger, what do you think of my performance?"

Allen commented in a relaxed tone: "Although I think he is a bit of an idol, there is no pressure to deceive others."

"Can I understand this as your compliment?" Isabella said as she changed back to her original appearance. Under the sunlight outside the window, her long silver hair shone like a waterfall.

.

"It's up to you." Allen smiled, noncommittal.

After a brief silence, Isabella pointed to the colorful murals on the wall and said:

"Sir Messenger, I have been here in the past few days and found that although the murals here are nominally the work of Master Mikael hundreds of years ago, in fact, they have been daubed and covered in the past few decades.

"That bastard Archbishop Nerga said that it was a renovation and restoration of the mural to repair the erosion of time.

"However, based on some of the painting knowledge I have learned before, it can be clearly seen that the style of this mural is completely different from that of Master Mikael. That bastard Nerga is obviously lying.

"Sir Messenger, if I guess correctly, the reason why the Church of Light painted the murals is to cover up some shameful secrets.

"I'm curious about what's behind it."

Allen listened to her words silently.

Under her gaze, he took a few steps forward, slowly raised his right hand, and his blue eyes turned into deep black unconsciously.

Following his movements, the thick black mist surged toward the colorful wall like a flood that burst a bank, completely covering up the murals on the wall.

After a few minutes, Allen gradually lowered his right hand.

The black mist dissipated instantly.

At this time, a completely different picture appeared on the wall.

Isabella opened her eyes wide in surprise.

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