Chapter 515

"Lord Weber?"

In the silent parliament hall, Victor Hughes on the throne turned his eyes to little priest Weber.

The pale little priest tried to restrain his trembling body and remained silent; Somehow... Never dared to look up at Lauren who was looking at him.

That's right... Weber could feel that when Lauren said these words, his eyes didn't leave him for a moment.

He is torturing himself and questioning himself in this way

Whether it is for the sake of principle and justice to give up this absurd pre imperial trial;

Or should we fight to the last minute for our ideals and the face of the Holy Cross?

The black haired wizard was also silent and waited quietly.

Honest and stubborn little priest... Will he give up?

"Lord Weber of the Holy Cross?"

The little priest raised his head rigidly, but his trembling lips didn't say a word. His violently shaking eyes seemed to be carrying out the last desperate resistance.

His trembling palms made Lauren squint slightly, and the clenched palms seemed to be sweating constantly.

No... it's blood soaked in the palm of your hand.

"Lord Weber of the Holy Cross Church, do you have anything else to say?" Victor Hughes reminded him for the third time in an indifferent tone.

The church judge who tried to hide his panic looked at the little priest reluctantly and angrily.

"Bang --!"

A loud noise.

The little priest staring at the great pressure left two bright red blood marks on the table. He suddenly got up, gasped and said pale:

"It's nonsense!"

"Yes, in the great plague of that year, master lusack kovo did treat many people, but how many people did he kill? In order to make his medicine effective, how many people who might have survived died painfully because of the side effects of the medicine?!"

"Is there really a difference between dying of plague and dying of drugs that originally placed all hope?"

The silent black haired wizard looked at the hysterical little priest in silence.

"Death rate, cure rate, chance of success, last hope... It's just an excuse for a person who has only cold data in his eyes, focuses on utilitarian and private name and has no compassion to win fame."

"That's all!"

The little priest with slightly trembling lips shouted angrily, but his bleeding hands were still trembling:

"Wizards... Always emphasize the importance of reason, think with reason rather than sensibility, always maintain a calm attitude to observe things, and don't let themselves be tired by emotion and people."

"When on earth... Did you turn yourself into a pure and emotionless beast, a cold and merciless monster?"

The next moment, Lauren said slightly, "monster...?"

The bland tone seemed to be asking about an insignificant matter.

"Isn't it? Do people's deaths really matter? Will the remaining thousands of people be turned into dead souls and bones in order to save 10000 people?"

"Those poor people who used to work all day, have fun with their families, live hard and live hard... Do they only deserve to become the emotionless and cold things in his mouth?"

"They are all living people, Loren!" roared the little priest with wide eyes. "It was Lusaka kovo who gave them hope to live and killed them with his own hands!"

Excited to tremble, the voice echoed again and again in the dead parliament hall.

Victor Hughes, who was always expressionless, finally had some changes in his eyes;

The girl who once fell in her arms seemed to appear in front of her again. Her torn throat was bleeding, but she still couldn't feel any more breathing.

"To save three people is to kill one... It's a ridiculous saying; just like the relatives and strangers who fall into the water at the same time in the proverbs of the Holy Cross, the old people and children who are about to be crushed by the carriage... It's just an excuse stressed by the incompetent for their incompetence!"

"Don't look for a safer and more secure way... Just for their own fame, wealth and reputation, let these poor people who have nothing but life make such a choice without retreat and let them kill themselves..."

"Did he really think about those living people? Did he think of those who, like him, were given the soul by the Holy Cross, raised by their parents, loved by their children, had the same dream and tried their best to live?"

"If he really thought about it, he wouldn't do it!"

Staring at him, the dark haired wizard always carried his hands behind his back, his eyes were calm and did not refute.

The trembling little priest came to Loren Turin step by step and his eyes were dignified: "a man once told me that wizards... They are not the apostles of demons, they are just a group of people who work hard for a better and more prosperous world."

"They... Are no different from any other people of the Holy Cross, and their rational and calm attitude is more sufficient to show how much attention and awe these people attach to what they do!"

"I used to agree with this very much." the little priest said slightly:

"But now I'm beginning to doubt... Such a world without humanity, sympathy and compassion, and telling everything about efficiency and success or failure..."

"Isn't it too ruthless?"

The excited little priest Weber raised his right hand and sprinkled bright red blood drops on the black haired wizard's face, leaving spots and marks, without even making him blink a little.

From beginning to end, he was so calm and looked at the little priest without excitement.

There is a trace of indifferent... Contempt in his eyes.

Loren saw this expression in the eyes of mentor Dalton Kande when he faced believers and church people... The mentor always covered up this emotion very well, and even the other party's impassioned reprimand could not make his expression fluctuate a little.

Now... Lauren feels a little bit, and can understand mentor Dalton kand's mood and practice.

"The excuse made by the incompetent for his incompetence is cold and inhuman..." holding the scroll in his hand, the black haired wizard whispered: "yes, from this point, master lusack kovo is really an unforgivable crime."

"He is arrogant and conceited. He never listens to others' opinions and is always self righteous. He is extremely stubborn in pharmacy and alchemy. He doesn't care about the feelings of patients and tests on others without asking for opinions."

"Cold and ruthless, rational and indifferent... In his eyes, perhaps the weight of a new medicine is more than thousands of lives; as long as the medicine can achieve the best effect, what's the harm even if it pays hundreds of lives?"

"For such a person... The family is broken, the reputation is ruined, accused by thousands of people, and even finally lonely, desperate to commit suicide in the black prison... It should be called the punishment of the Holy Cross for sinners?"

"Exactly!"

Although he said this impassioned, the little priest's expression was still very painful.

"But it was such a person who took the initiative to stand up when tens of thousands of poor people were about to fall into the plague, but no one was willing to save them."

Lauren's voice was slightly sad: "does he really need such a reputation? For a pharmacist who has begun to succeed, he only needs to continue to complete his career step by step, and he can become the president of the pharmacist guild and go to the peak of his life!"

"When everyone... And even the Holy Cross Church and Empire are helpless, when tens of thousands of poor people themselves give up hope..."

"Did he really go into that purgatory for 'prestige'?"

Silence... This time not only the little priest, but also the church judge himself chose silence.

"For Lusaka kovo, he saw more than that." Loren bowed his head slightly and looked at the little priest Weber whose eyes were beginning to turn red:

"In his eyes, the plague and thousands of deaths are no longer its appearance; he saw that if he did nothing in this terrible disaster..."

"Then when the plague spreads to all parts of the Empire, that is the real human purgatory!"