Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 753 Thinking

The truth is, as Luque said, there were many different opinions within the Temple of the Golden Law regarding the Blade. As Jon Byrne's foster father and mentor, Hastings was the loudest voice among the dissenters, but that doesn't mean he was the only one.

But both Hastings and the compromise faction led by Luque were eager to know the current progress of the Serpent Prince.

...

At this very moment, in the Golden Kingdom, on the long steps, in a warm bed surrounded by vines and stone pillars, the broken remains of a blade lay quietly.

The chorus sisters had cleaned away all the filth and blood from Joan's body. After removing the blood, her pale, colorless skin and the gruesome wounds on it were shocking to behold. Equally visible was the trace of sorrow and pain between Joan's brows, as she lay dormant in death.

Dewdrops flowed down the sacred branches of the golden tree, but they could not stop the gradual drying of the jade-like body.

This time, the blessing was no longer able to save her life as it had in the past.

...

"She was originally an immature flower bud, forcibly born for this era that had no edge and no edge."

Beneath the comfortable bed, Hastings stood silently for a long time before sighing:
“Nobody treated her like a child, not even a golden tree.”

“Teacher, those words are…” A young apostle following behind Hastings was both shocked and frightened, wishing he could cover his ears.

"Isn't that so?" Hastings scoffed.

However, he did not make things too difficult for his students. Instead, he changed the subject and began to curse the compromisers in the temple, cursing Luque, the audacious Voti Ig, and the licentious Father of the Serpents. He even included the old god Coyatricoue, who once served on Mount Kadas, in his curses.

The students were terrified and dared not utter a sound.

Such acts of blasphemy against superiors or even deities are clearly defined as sins in the doctrine.

However, he was unaware that something had happened to the gods, and that the so-called sins, like the promised blessings, might never be fulfilled.

...

Elder Hastings vented his discontent by spouting nonsense under the tree roots at the very center of the temple.

The students behind him felt a chill run down their spines; they wanted to escape but couldn't.

So he quickly changed the subject and asked timidly:
"Teacher, why did the snake-man say 'the tree and the snake are inseparable'...?"

"That's just wishful thinking on the part of the Snake People. They say that in a distant era, the Snake People's first ancestor was born on an ancient tree, and from then on, he lived on the tree and multiplied, thus creating the Snake People... It's just a ridiculous story fabricated by that Snake People brat who plundered the faith of the Golden People. Humph." Hastings clearly scoffed at this claim.

"I've also heard that the Golden People already know who killed Blade, supposedly spread by a three-headed serpent..." the student said.

"That kid really went to great lengths to plunder," Hastings sighed this time, without continuing his tirade.

Because he knew that no amount of suppression would help.

Woti Ig was certain that the temple would be unable to revive the Blade.

If the temple wants to resurrect Joan, it can only accept the method of "rebirth" as a snake. Otherwise, there is a high probability that they will destroy the faith of the entire Golden Kingdom, because the Golden Tree is no more, and the blade is the only vessel for faith.

Woti Iger took advantage of this to his advantage, attempting to maximize his profits.

After he took the Blade into his possession and transformed it into a half-serpent, as the Blade's redeemer, he naturally plundered more than half of the faith.

Now that the Golden People know of Milo's existence, all Vorti Ig needs to do is kill Milo, and the process of plundering faith will have already begun.

Just like what the Serpent Man did to Kalksson and Bettena the Earthshaker.

Acting on behalf of believers and settling scores with those they perceive as sinners is also a way of plundering faith.

...

Hastings believed that the fact that Vorti Ig's servants could spread the news so easily in the Golden Kingdom meant that they had the tacit approval of most of the people in the temple.

It's even possible that the snake people wouldn't need to do this themselves; plenty of temple apostles would be willing to do it for them.

why?
Because the temple survives on the faith of the Golden Kingdom.

The spiritual vision, blessings, and protection of everyone in the entire temple system originate from this.

...

Does it really matter whether Fengren dies or not?

Perhaps nobody cares, at least not the people on the hundreds of steps leading up to the temple.

The stated reasons are grand and respectable: for the golden tree, for the temple.

Ultimately, it's all for their own sake. They don't care if they have to sell half of the faith power of the Golden Kingdom. As long as the temple survives, the storms outside won't affect them.

“These people are afraid. They are afraid of death, afraid of pain, afraid of hunger… If even Blade dies, then it won’t be long before death and calamity befall them. So they need Blade to live. As for how she lives, it doesn’t matter.” Hastings revealed the truth without any hesitation.

The busy choir nuns around the bedside table could only pretend they hadn't heard a thing.

...

How can students help alleviate the burden on teachers?

"You...you can't do anything..."

...

At this moment, an owl with glossy black fur flapped its wings and disappeared into the hall.

It landed steadily on the back of the student's hand.

After exchanging a few words in hushed tones, the owl departed, while the student reported back to Hastings:

"Teacher, it seems that Elder Lu Kui and the others have activated the Eye of Thinking, and they are trying to peek into the six kingdoms from the clock tower."

"Go and have a look."

Hastings said.

...

……

Soon after, many of the temple elders appeared atop the Moonlit Bell Tower in the Golden Tree Kingdom.

The moonlight shone through the glass of the clock tower and reflected on the veins of a giant fallen leaf. The cool light and shadow converged to form some blurry images, which gradually became clearer.

For many years, since the Eye of Thinking returned from the Realm of Awakening, it has never shown such a clear image to the temple again. The few veiled messages it has sent have only been conveyed to a select few. Some say that the Eye of Thinking has been corrupted by the Realm of Awakening, and its gaze no longer belongs solely to the Golden Tree.

Those at the top of the temple who knew the secrets of the gods believed that the Eye of Thinking and the Golden Tree, like the gods themselves, had encountered a problem.

But now, it seems the Eye of Thinking is working again...

...

Luque and Hastings met at the foot of the Moon Tower, a building that was once full of academic atmosphere but is now filled with suspicion and conspiracy.

Aside from the elders of the divine order on the golden staircase, there were also some rather blurry non-human silhouettes appearing in the shadows around the clock tower. They were of various shapes and were not human, hiding silently behind the dim light and shadow.

Those must be the other superiors who have converted to the shade of the Golden Tree. Over the long years, the fate of these superiors has long been bound to the blessings of the Golden Tree, making them a terrifying force that cannot be ignored or measured within the temple.

In the war against the stars, some of the world's rulers chose to flee and hide, like Glaqi; some chose the stars and external gods; and others stood in opposition to the former, alongside the Old Gods—the strongest of whom were even at the CCD level…

Clearly, these superiors from different races under the golden tree also wanted to know the ultimate fate of the Blade.

The image of light and shadow converging on the fallen leaves was still very blurry, so one of the superiors released a black mist that blocked out all other light sources in the area, leaving only the beam of moonlight shining through the clock tower.

Now the image, formed by the convergence of light and shadow, is completely clear.

The golden elders in the front row all moved forward, afraid that their view would be blocked.

However, the surface of the fallen leaves hanging on the boulder at the foot of the clock tower appeared to everyone as a white blur...

...

"what is that?"

"I don't understand, is it clouds?"

"How could there be black and gray on the clouds? Look at those black marks next to you, they are clearly scratches from human hands."

"So what?"

"What exactly is the purpose of the 'Eye of Thinking' showing us this image...? Hiss..."

"Why do I always feel like this thing looks like…?"

...

"like what?"

...

Um--

(It's not easy to say)
...

Only when the field of vision presented by the Eye of Thinking widened could people see relatively clearly the back of the boy standing on the ruins surrounded by flames.

The boy was not wearing clothes.

So the white thing that the Golden Clan had been staring at and studying for so long was actually the boy's buttocks.

...

The perspective of the "Thinking Eye" is a bit strange, a bit strange indeed...

The good news is that this perspective didn't stay fixed for long. Soon, as the Eye of Thought's viewpoint continued to zoom out, the Golden Clan saw that half of Wotti Ig's body had already transformed into a giant snake.

The entire Salub royal castle was reduced to uniformly sized rubble.

In the shadow of the giant serpent, the human boy's figure was so small as to be almost negligible. But the Eye of Thought could see more than just visual images. Even though the Golden Clan was thousands of miles away from Salub, they could clearly sense the presence of the creature through the light and shadow of the Eye of Thought. And unlike the image itself, the human boy's presence in that scene was no weaker than that of the serpent prince…

"Who is this again?"

The elders of the Golden Clan expected to see Milo, but instead encountered a strange human boy.

...

……

at the same time.

The top floor of the Moonlit Clock Tower.

A barefoot, thin figure slowly walked down the corridor.

She was so small that her loose robe and long hair dragged on the floor behind her.

The cool moonlight shone through the skylight, making her appear even paler.

...

She dragged her heavy steps around the long corridor, to the giant windowsill of the clock tower.

Everything here has been sealed away for a long time.