Dangerous topic. Did the Holy Church investigate my identity? "I believe in the Three Gods with all my heart." Uriel said defensively, "No dissatisfaction."

Bernard opened his palm and signaled that he had no malice. "No, Ulier, you're too sensitive. I mean, have you ever considered the difference between clergy and other mysterious professions?"

"Of course, sir. I understand that the power of monks comes from faith and is not as powerful as that of other professions by mysticity."

"Have you given your loyalty and faith to Gaia, and He has responded to you?"

Don't respond. "I'm sorry, I'm not strong enough and I have not been honored to be favored by God yet." Uriel couldn't figure out the meaning of the conversation, "I'm sorry, my sir, your experiment is related to this?"

"Prince? No, just for example. My subject is much more profound than the difference in the mysterious system. It involves fire and magic... Well, I can't avoid professions. Missionary Uriel, can you imagine the mysterious creatures before they discover their professions?"

"I can imagine that there is no mysterious appearance in the world."

"Beyond common sense, but they still function according to their own laws." The wizard continued, as if the apprentice's answer was completely unimportant. "There is no variety of magic and magic, no explanation for driving magic, no history of knowledge and inheritance - the difference between mysterious creatures and mortals is only about feeling magic, not controlling the mystery itself."

"That's quite meaningful. At least we can avoid the mysterious place."

"The magic of the individual does not contain external power," added Bernard, "only the original source can detect magic and even mystery at a distance. This is a proven research result, and Zorman saw nothing yesterday. However." He turned around. "With some mysterious objects, we can do the same."

"Is that?" Uriel looked at the stick in his hand. The thing was attached to a polished and smooth lens. "We need to lift it in front of us?"

"No, this stick is useless! It's the stand...the lenses on the top that really work, you'd better not touch them with your hands, as this will cause damage to precision."

"How do you use it?"

"Put into the barrel." The wizard said and practiced, "It's like this."

"What is this thing used for? You already have that sand table." The base plate for detecting magic is still flashing with flames. It is the light of fire, revealing the soul of Mortus's origin.

"This is called invention. Otherwise you have to send two people to act, one is watching them here, and one is responsible for chasing them. In order to avoid the target's time to go out to buy a cigarette, and the other is lost in the city. Small, portable, specialized detection glass greatly saves search costs. Of course, in another sense, this thing is extremely expensive and cannot be as popular as a 'starved prostitute'."

"Starting a prostitute?"

"The most popular invention of the Holy Church. You must have been buried in the ground for a few years," said the wizard. "A belt made of fine linen is used to maintain chastity. These are the effects of the runes on the belt. It was popular in Marantino and was widely praised by monks until some nobles took it to bed and found that this thing seemed to have contraceptive effects. So there was another type of insurance measure on the bed."

"It's really meaningless!"

"You can't say that. Later, the astrologer of the tower predicted that the empire's population would decline. His Majesty issued a law to prohibit the circulation of such belts, but it has been banned repeatedly."

Reaction? Uh? "It seems that an invention that is too simple is not good."

"I don't agree? Convenience is an important factor in determining the value of a mysterious item. Take it around the street and take a walk, Uriel, and get the balls you found back. You will realize how easy it is to not carry a sand table." He handed the monocular lens in brass to his apprentice.

Uriel didn't do it. "It seems that? My role is equivalent to that stick."

"Someone has to do these things."

The wizard put down his mysterious invention? He buried his head again in the complex and chaotic laboratory bench. Various containers filled the corners of the long table, and the long-necked glass tube was twisted and tangled? A ball of long-necked glass tube was twisted and tangled? Fixed by a metal rack. A candlestick-shaped vessel held the bottom of a closed funnel, and silver mist that was heavier than air was swelling in its belly. The wizard shot the funnel? A piece of black sand as thin as flour fell, and the mist immediately began to crystallize at a speed visible to the naked eye. Somehow, they made him very uneasy.

But Urial's attention was not entirely focused on this strange scene. He looked around the room, actually looking at Bernard's "material". "Are these three nightingales?" or three headless corpses. They sat up against the wall properly? With his hands and fingers overlapping? It seemed to be listening to the sacred sermon. Ignoring the heaviness of death, they looked quite funny. Urial heard Dalton say that he used magic to extract the essence of blood from the vampire's bodies and sold it to the Oathkeepers Alliance as a ticket. Drow has his own racial habits? But Bernard Sterling is undoubtedly a human. "These people deserve to be buried."

"These people should be hung on trees and dried up. Hanging is the right law, Uriel. It is said that the founding monarch of Aurenia has customized the law with the gods. Our great ancestors are kind and even given only a brief pain to sinners. Do you have to know? I refuse Ms. Duilin's request for interrogation."

"To maintain the law?" The style of the Silver Song Knights is obvious? Bernard Sterling has a close relationship with Veronka to be able to obtain the protection of the Silver Song Knights.

"In order not to destroy the material."

His confession means something, but whether it is sincere or not, Uliel does not know. Bernard Sterling was a nobleman of the ancestors' empire and did not have to care about the lives of civilians or even criminals. But from a mysterious point of view, he was a wizard of the Mercury Church and a believer of Gaia. Could it be that Gaia during the ancestors' time was also different from later generations? "I... am surprised, sir."

"It is a very correct choice to send you away from the headquarters and go to another place to preach. But escaping cannot change the real world. I am not an individual example of the church. Uriel, when you return to Marantino, your surprise will probably be endless."

His words made him feel relieved. Ulier remembered that this was just a dream. I did not really live in the age of my ancestors. "I don't pray for them, sir, I will not treat them as your experimental materials." But when I saw those corpses, Ulier still felt unhappy. "Let's go and find the Silver Song Knight to do it for you, Lord Sterling. They will obey anyway."

"Like Joey?"

There was a long silence. The instructor's name seemed to be a taboo. The moment he blurted out, Ulier clearly saw the fog solidified. Cracked cracks appeared on the crystals, and the candle flames quietly extinguished. He keenly sensed the changes in the dream.

"Yes, it's what you think." The wizard said contemptuously, "We all know why you came here. You also made me curious, Uriel, what did he do to you? Why are you so persistent? He is completely opposite to you. According to your logic, such a person is not to be jealous of death, and no education can change him. The facts also prove that the temple restrains his behavior, but never reverses his will. The skin of the Silver Song Knight cannot cover up his sins, but it is the convenience of his crimes. Oh, do you think this is a new invention?"

"You don't know him."

"Maybe. Maybe he has good thoughts, maybe he longs for redemption, maybe he can still repent. But, Ulier, the gods never make judgments based on their hearts, they only look at what you do." Bernard Sterling stood in front of his apprentice, with his back blocking the only skylight. "So, when a person knowingly commits his crimes under the constraints of law and responsibility, do you think he is worthy of saving? Then again, have you forgiven such people? Or have you given punishment?"

Uriel had no answer. In front of the walls of Mortus, he had happily witnessed the robbery of the free men being executed by the Silver Song Knights, but when they revealed the appearance under the helmet, things suddenly changed their nature. This is a dream world, not reality, but what should I do if it is reality? The apprentice could not answer. He did not understand the teacher Bai Zhi's envoy, but accepted guidance unilaterally. He could be determined to change for the corruption of the Gaia church, but his childhood in the church was over, and the change was for the monks and children like Aiken, not for himself.

Some people take the example of this. Aconi would rather use the lives of innocent people to cover up the ugly sins of the church. The White Night Knight devoted his family and life to his inner honor and mission. Neither approach would end well. It was destined to be like this. After all, they hurt others. But is there any way in the world not to hurt others? Whose pain is not pain?

The choice seems to be in a moment. Ulier knows that he will not sit idly by and watch the mentor be killed, even if he is wrong first. This is a despicable act, but he understands himself as if he understands Econi, hates himself as if he hates the other party. Out of guilt, he pursues the truth and answers in his dreams, but becomes even worse in reality. Sooner or later, Tydonaldou and him try to cover up the evil of offense and will be destroyed in the flames, and faith will be reborn from it. Gods value actions. Selfishness is never avoidable. Ulier can only believe that there is no necessary connection between the purpose and the result.

It would be great if I could feel it truly. The problem is that he could not touch other people's hearts. The Saint of Cang was willing to bear the price of defeat for the forest race. To some extent, the apprentice envied her.

"I can't judge the gods in the place of judgment." He finally spoke.

"You can represent yourself." The wizard's voice was more harsh and his figure was taller. "Don't escape!"

"No." Uriel noticed that the roll was burning. Suddenly, the answer came to his heart. "We cannot represent ourselves, let alone others. We have not created ourselves. We cannot transcend ourselves. We are the property of the gods."
Chapter completed!