novelaction Chapter 1294 These aren't family, they're beasts
Chapter 1294 These aren't family, they're beasts
Father Ronaldo glanced at Sophia and Zuo Wenbin with a worried expression, then turned his back to them and knelt on the ground.
Father Ronaldo made the sign of the cross on his forehead, lips, and chest, crossed his arms, and murmured something.
“Lord Holy Spirit, forgive those who distort the truth and use your name to burn innocent people. The Bible says that all the world is your child. What we should learn is forgiveness, not punishment.”
Unfortunately, I can't persuade them, so I can only pray to you, Holy Spirit, please awaken those false believers.
Father Ronaldo was in tears. All the kind-hearted priests from the lower classes knew what was going on, but there was nothing they could do. After all, the Pope and the cardinals were in charge of the Vatican, and in their eyes, these little priests were no different from a grain of sand.
Princess Sofia guessed what it was about. She gave a wry smile and raised her glass to toast her husband in the other cell.
Since the two women had come to take the blame, they were naturally prepared for their fate, but when their lives came to an end, they couldn't help but feel afraid.
Father Ronaldo prayed incessantly, hoping for a divine intervention, when suddenly he heard a soft chuckle.
"This old priest is actually a pretty nice person."
Father Ronaldo stood up in shock. He thought the man's voice belonged to Zuo Wenbin. He turned to look at Zuo Wenbin, who had just finished speaking with Sophia.
Father Ronaldo breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed the voice he had just heard came from the man from the East.
A figure vanished in a flash, followed immediately by a squirrel hopping out of the small window...
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The following morning, the entire Colosseum in Rome was packed. In the center of the arena stood two high platforms, topped with two wooden crosses, supported by wooden beams.
The wood was covered in oil, just waiting to be set on fire so that the person chained to the cross could be burned to a crisp.
The Ironblood Crusaders began to enter, clad in gleaming plate armor, wearing helmets, and wielding long spears.
It's the 1960s, and these idiots are still carrying spears. But then again, it wouldn't be appropriate if they were wearing 18th-century armor and wielding 20th-century submachine guns.
The Vatican, these so-called knightly orders, are more symbolic than practical. In the Lord's words, their existence is to deal with the devil Satan. Satan can only use a broken fork, so the only way to deal with him is with a spear and a sword.
The Knights of St. John began their entrance, all riding brown horses in neat rows of four. Their horses were Arabian, known for their endurance, adaptability, and heavy loads. Even with their armor weighing over 100 pounds, plus their own weight, the horses carried the loads with ease.
The Royal Guard waited for the Pope to arrive before entering, so the Knights Templar were the last to enter. As soon as they entered, everyone stood up, a sign of respect for the Knights Templar.
The Knights Templar consisted of thirty-eight knights, the rest of whom rode white Thoroughbreds. These horses were second only to the Akhal-Teke in speed and stamina, making them popular in horse racing. However, they were extremely expensive, especially in terms of daily care, which amounted to astronomical sums.
In other words, the Papacy is so wealthy that it can afford to keep these thoroughbreds. Most royal families would only keep four at most. Only the Queen of England is so rich that she uses eight thoroughbreds to pull her carriage.
The Templar Knights wore pure silver armor, and the visors on their helmets were lowered, so no one could see their faces.
First to enter were the Grand Master and Vice Grand Master of the Knights Templar, followed by knights in rows of four. Thoroughbreds are not only intelligent but also easy to train; these thirty-eight horses walked in perfect unison, and their armor gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight.
Although their fighting strength was unknown, their mere appearance had already captivated everyone present.
Next to enter were the deacons of the Vatican, that is, the priests, including Ronaldo. He followed his colleagues into the Colosseum with a worried look on his face, looking at the cross and the piles of timber below.
Father Ronaldo couldn't help but pray again. The priest next to him, Leslie, was also a deacon and a good friend of Ronaldo's. He spoke softly.
"I heard that Princess Sofia's brother, the Duke of Orléans, donated one million francs to the Papacy and also acquired an estate, and was received by the Pope."
Father Ronaldo let out a long sigh of relief.
"God bless, this is what family is like. They used their savings to save their sister in a critical moment."
Leslie pursed her lips.
"Bullshit, he paid money to buy the princess's life. I heard from Jack, who served them coffee, that the Duke of Orléans was praying to God for protection while also asking the Pope to burn his sister and brother-in-law to ashes as possible."
Father Ronaldo, usually so good-natured, was so angry he gritted his teeth.
"How could this be? The Lord will not forgive such a sinner; He will surely punish him."
"Leslie said quietly."
“The Lord doesn’t concern himself with such trivial matters. The Lord looks at how much money you give. The more money you give, the more you can cleanse yourself of your sins.”
The lower the priest's rank, the clearer he is, because these benefits are irrelevant to him. As for the higher-ranking clergy, they are blinded by money, to the point of being blind in both eyes and mind.
The Inquisition deacons, dressed in white robes, filed in, their faces mostly hidden by the large hoods on their robes. They chatted and laughed all the way until they sat down, at which point they stopped talking and laughing.
More than twenty minutes later, when everyone's patience had been exhausted, Cardinal Robert and Chief Justice Mousse walked in side by side.
Their robes, one red and one white, were quite eye-catching, and everyone in the room immediately stood up. Some noblewomen gave the archbishop flirtatious glances and screamed.
Some of the ladies, because they shouted so loudly, cried out that they were short of oxygen and fainted.
Robert opened his arms as if embracing the world. He was the second most powerful figure in the Papacy, and European nobles considered it an honor to know him.
"My children, welcome to the Lord's embrace. The Lord is omnipotent and omnipresent. Now let us pray together, thanking the Lord for His blessings, for giving us food and clothing. Amen."
He then made the sign of the cross on his forehead, lips, and chest, and everyone present followed suit.
Once everyone had calmed down, Mousse stepped forward and shouted loudly.
"Bring the heretical couple here..."