Chapter 210

"My father is a believer in it, but I didn't believe it from the beginning. I left the mining area and thought I could stay away from it... However, it told me when I was most desperate that it could make me reach the peak of my life, and I didn't need to betray the Empire or the emperor, just..."

"Just turn a blind eye, right?"

Barov released his hand and nodded hard.

"Yes! Yes!"

"How much do you know about it?"

"I... I don't know much about it. The bishop of crow sect has existed for a hundred years and has been dormant in secret. This sect does not aim at expansion. Believers are connected by blood and in laws. Outsiders are difficult to enter the sect."

"What is their doctrine?"

"No doctrine."

"What?"

Sosh frowned and found that things were not simple.

"How is this possible?"

"Indeed, the Lord of the crow has no doctrine. It only requires believers to offer regular tribute, and it provides protection, that's all."

"Tribute? What tribute?"

"Er... I'm not a believer. I just heard that it seems to be some high-tech products and some mechanical parts."

"Specific."

"I really don't know."

"So it didn't ask you anything like that?"

"Never."

"Haven't you seen it?"

"No."

"You should know the exact location of these believers and how many strongholds they have?

"I --"

Barov's eyes flickered for a moment. Just about to deny it, the muzzle of the explosive gun butted against his forehead, and the cold metal was close to his skin, which made him shiver.

"Don't let me down. The consequences will be serious."

"Yes, some!"

The bishop turned quickly and tossed on the bookshelf behind him. Then he opened a hidden compartment and pulled out a roll of maps.

"Over the years, I have secretly recorded all the discoveries about the Lord of crows Sect on this map, a total of 11, distributed in several different mining areas."

Soshyan took the map made of special materials, opened it and found that it was a clearly painted map of the mining area, marked each stronghold on it and noted the depth.

The stronghold previously discovered by the legal department is the deepest one,

He glanced and took it.

"Well, bishop, thanks to your cooperation, we are one step closer to the truth. Now let's talk about the increasingly serious alien threat."

"Alien, alien?"

The bishop blinked.

"There are no aliens here, only some anti imperialists."

"Oh? How do you explain the attack on the legal department and the large number of missing miners?"

"Sir, as far as I know, the Ministry of justice has only been attacked by some local gangs. They have made a mountain out of a molehill... As for the case of missing miners, cough, well, adults may not understand the local political situation. The mining guild is the main management organization. They have to report the loss of personnel to the Ministry of the interior every month. If the loss of personnel exceeds a certain limit, the Ministry of the interior It will be supplemented from the neighboring prison world according to the situation. Those guild leaders often falsely report personnel losses or apply for new people under the pretext of disappearance... Their purpose is to increase production capacity. After meeting the fixed quotas of the eleventh tax and mechanical education, there will be surplus output for them to trade. "

"According to you, those missing people are still alive?"

Soshyan said, leaving the table, came to a portrait and looked at the people on it with interest.

This is the portrait of the former bishop. It is a bald old man. From the appearance, his mouth is too large, his eyes are slightly narrow, and his skull seems to be a little bigger than the average person.

"This... Is not necessarily true. The daily normal working hours in the mining area are 16 hours. Many miners can't stand it. They will escape to the depths of the mine and live and die by themselves... And many mine owners will use the miners for other purposes. They are morally corrupt guys, and some things are hard to say."

"Did you stop them again?"

"Uh --"

Barov coughed awkwardly twice.

"In a non emergency state, as the representative of the national religion, we can't easily get involved in local administrative affairs..."

"Well, I know."

Soshyan turned and looked at barov with a smile.

"There's a new meeting outside. I think you should attend it."

Under soshyan's gaze, barov could only walk to the gate tremblingly. Then two law enforcers waiting outside the gate sandwiched him in the middle and walked to the hall where he preached daily.

Barov felt as if he were a criminal about to embark on the execution ground.

Then he was taken to his familiar hall.

The whole hall used to be filled with hundreds of distinguished guests every day. Now there are only a few dozen people here, all representatives of various organizations and institutions. A huge display screen is installed on the ceiling.

Barov saw a thin, angular, acute man.

He is the arbitrator of the local legal department.

The bishop licked his lips, and a drop of sweat rolled down his cheek.

The arbitrator, who exuded overwhelming courage, looked at him from the other side. His face was like wearing a cold mask without expression.

When he was pressed on his regular chair, the arbitrator had spoken.

"Over the past two decades, your laissez faire policy has directly led to the proliferation of local heresy and the weakening of faith, making it unable to cope with the current threat of riots, which shows the obvious and unforgivable incompetence."

The arbitrator's accusation hung in mid air, and no one dared to make a voice at the long table.

Barov felt that the world in front of him seemed to be shrinking, and his heart was about to jump out of his throat. His eyes were patrolling the table in front of him, but no one dared to meet his eyes except the arbitrator.

"I... this... Maybe we... Have some misinterpretation of the... Severity of the situation, but nothing can't be corrected, I promise you."

The Bishop's voice sounded hollow and weak even in his own ears.

"Safinius is facing anarchy and alien threats. The security of nidu and the mining area is deteriorating. The current situation is unacceptable! The time for bureaucrats to quarrel with each other is over. Bishop barov, I judge that you ignore your responsibilities and have committed serious dereliction of duty and malfeasance. Before the church sends more competent people to take office, your powers will be transferred to the Ministry of justice Temporarily! I now declare that safinius has begun martial law and will continue until the riots and alien threats are extinguished and the mining area is safe again. "

The Bishop's face turned pale and his chest felt tight.

He tried to speak, but couldn't find the right words. His mouth opened and closed one by one, and then closed tightly in panic.

The guild representatives also looked pale.