Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 346 The Prelude to the Trial

Chapter One

Although there was no chance of luck or accident beforehand, the temple church, the last straw for the nobles and the only remaining balance to control other forces, had all turned against them...

This is not a simple matter of addition and subtraction where one gains at the expense of the other; it's a case of a lifeline turning into the final nail on the coffin lid.

When it comes to the worship of evil gods, the bishops have long since discarded any past camaraderie. In fact, for the sake of secrecy and to lure the enemy out, these families have been kept completely in the dark and still believe that Nashel is using the human trafficking incident as an excuse to join forces with the mages to attack them.

Tsk, this is really interesting, oh no, it's really unfortunate.

Zhang Yuan thought about it and a sympathetic smile appeared on his face.

"By the way, Lily is going to cook some dishes from Kaguya's world today to celebrate."

"What are we celebrating? The verdict is finally coming? Those scum are about to be completely wiped out?"

"No, it's to celebrate the progress we've made on our research project: the application of inorganic chain transformation in composite magic."

“…” (@_@) Nancy heard every word clearly, yet she felt she didn’t understand any of them: “Never mind, let me try her cooking.”

As the two chatted and laughed, in the Hall of Justice at the Temple of Tyr in the commercial district of Neverwinter, a young and somewhat immature servant looked at the elder beside him with a hint of confusion. The elder had white hair and beard, but his body was strong and robust.

"Your Excellency, why? It is certainly unforgivable for the Deszel family to collude with the priests of evil gods, and they deserve to be punished, but what about Vandal?"

"Hmm?" The old man turned his gaze over. His left eye was covered by a black eye patch, and his only right eye was piercing and imposing. He asked a question but used a scrutinizing tone.

Under the other person's gaze, which was like that of an old lion, the young man hesitated for a moment, swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, before finally forcing himself to speak:
"Although Fandral is somewhat eccentric in his actions and speech, I don't think he would have fallen so low as to participate in the worship of evil gods."

"Whether or not one has fallen is for His Majesty the Sleepless Eye of Vigilance to decide; it is not for you to comment."

"But if His Majesty the Sleepless Eye is truly all-knowing, then how could Vandal, serving in his holy abode,..."

"Enough, that's enough. I know you have a close personal relationship with Vandal, but that's no excuse for you to use your narrow-minded, subjective assumptions to exonerate him, Vandalwick!"

The bishop's voice was stern and fierce, growing increasingly urgent until it sounded like thunder exploding in his ears, or like the roar of a lion.

Vanswick bowed his head deeply in submission, knowing that anything he said would be useless and might even implicate him.

Silence is gold.

Bishop Holland continued to scrutinize his disciple with his single eye for a while. Seeing the disciple's humble and submissive demeanor, he assumed that the other party had also realized his mistake and repented, and his tone softened somewhat.
"It should be known that no god, not even His Majesty the God of Justice, has ever claimed to be omniscient and omnipotent, and the eyes of the immortals cannot be judged by mortal standards."

"Moreover, there are many mortals. Apart from those who are at the center of the vortex of fate, how could the gods' attention always be focused on one individual?"

Vanswick looked embarrassed and nodded in agreement. Seeing this, Holland turned away, casually tossing out a parting remark:
"Tomorrow is the appointed day. Go and double-check the preparations for the ceremony. Our god will be here to judge; there can be no mistakes. As for Vandaldeszer,"

The one-eyed bishop paused: "Whether he knew it or not, whether he was innocent or not, let God decide. This is the last mercy we can leave him."

“You’re right.” Vanswick clasped his hands together and bowed again, concealing all his emotions.

"The day has finally come. The crimes and conspiracies of the Deszel and Manuel families will be exposed and brought to justice, and the lady of Lunia in the Seven Heavens will witness the triumph of justice."

On the way to the Temple of Tyre, Nancy's expression was unusually solemn and sad, even somewhat dazed. It felt as if her encounter with Miss Elizabeth more than ten years ago was just yesterday, as if the young lady, who had already finished her prayers, was waiting for her to accompany her home at the temple gate.

However, this journey is no longer yesterday; everything has vanished like smoke, leaving only an old case that has become a public case, urgently awaiting a just trial.

"Don't worry, these parasites who only dare to cause trouble in the dark will not be able to stir up any waves. The only thing to worry about is the evil that has not yet surfaced."

Zhang Yuan understood the situation better than Nancy, since those who truly controlled the upstream intelligence were not the Mandaens.

"what do you mean?"

The female thief understood the hidden meaning in the mage's words.

"Don't overthink it. These matters are beyond our control. Let's wait for news from the temple."

Zhang Yuan said this, and Nancy nodded in agreement. However, for some reason, she thought of the day when the Grand Duke and Duchess were attacked, and the powerful force of the black-robed, black-armored warriors who were strong enough to defeat the Flame Fist and Mandaen alliance head-on.

A warm touch came from his left shoulder. He turned his head and saw that his own unscrupulous captain had reached out and put his hand on his shoulder and gave him a light hug.

There was no hint of reproach or anger. Nancy moved closer, tilted her head slightly, and walked alongside him with ease and composure.

On the 23rd of the Deep Winter Month, DR 1365, in Neverwinter City, North of the Sword Coast, inside the Hall of Justice at the Temple of Tyr.

"All suspects involved have been brought in, and preparations are underway for the adjudication ceremony immediately, without delay."

Deep within the hall, behind the central altar, Archbishop Holon glanced at the group of prisoners who were bound and brought before him, his words and expression unwavering.

"Your Excellency, none of this has anything to do with me! I had no idea about it at all!"

"Your Excellency Holland, these are all conspiracies and slanders by the mages. They deliberately defame the nobles of Neverwinter City in order to seize power over the city. You must not..."

"Let me go, you filthy pigs."

.........

The usually aloof lords and ladies have finally put aside their airs and are now very approachable, mingling happily with the guards and temple servants.

No matter how much he pleaded, denied, defended, or even hysterically cursed, he couldn't stir the slightest ripple on Holland's face, which seemed to be made of marble.

Only when they were tired of talking and had run out of arguments did the bishop finally speak indifferently:

"Have you said enough? I advise you to save your energy. Whatever you have to say, leave it for the moment of our Lord's judgment. After all, this is the last mercy shown to you."

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