Chapter 215: Green

Green, a Dunling local born into a standard middle-class believer family.

Born safely under the prayer of the double-winged ring, the incense smell of the offering became the earliest breath engraved into the sense of smell from the first cry. The priest who knew everyone on the street took the swaddling clothes from the biological father's hands, immersed them in the baptismal water, and congratulated a new life for being under the Lord's protection.

Since developing consciousness, Bible stories became the enlightenment for understanding the world, and the pastries distributed at the Consecration Festival were the enlightenment of sweetness; the church monk who was rough in medicine was the comfort in the days of illness and fever.

When growing up to understand various instructions from adults, parents decided to send the child to the church to receive education through the only reachable way they knew, and deepen the connection with the church.

Whether it was talent or the Father's will, Green soon showed outstanding learning ability among his peers, and the not-bad family conditions also made him not miss the important stage of physical development.

The priest who wandered on the edge of the church noticed his difference, feeling that he couldn't let such a deeply influenced talent be wasted in his own hands, and used the only recommendation right to send him for further study.

So Green was spared from mixing in small churches like others to roll for a clerical establishment, and consuming energy for various life trifles, but was sent to church school all the way.

Regarding the question of whether the Lord exists, he had never had any doubts.

The person named Green had received grace since birth. With the growth of knowledge, he became more and more aware of the significance of everything he obtained.

Outside the church, the tanner's child would still be a tanner, continuing the work of tanning leather, cutting, and sewing after adulthood, just like the knight's child is still a knight, and the king's child is still a king.

He cherished this opportunity very much, viewing it as a gift from the Father, enthusiastically investing time and energy into learning, and the church was happy to provide convenience and give the cultivation needed.

Continuous positive feedback formed a belief that was firmer than blind obedience, coming from recognition with actual support, rather than simple atmosphere.

This made Green a high-end talent that theoretically didn't exist, possessing piety, wisdom, and loyalty.

From both rationality and sensibility, he believed that the Bible depicted a near-perfect philosophy. For those who couldn't understand, hadn't received the call, and even tried to confront the church, and falsely claimed to possess non-natural powers, Green only had pity for the misled, and hatred for the chief culprits.

Especially after hearing and reading some cases of such consequences, he truly established the goal of this life, determined to sweep away heresy and bring the gospel to the Lord's lambs.

To this end, the young and teenage Green put in a lot of effort, while refining his studies, he requested to learn swordsmanship, striving to eliminate God's enemies from both thought and flesh.

In the end, he refused the implicit dissuasion from many parties and undoubtedly became a glorious member of the Inquisition.

Of course, that was many years ago.

The current Father Green often sat behind a certain rose window, watching the square of the Cathedral of Our Lady where people came and went, doubting whether his choice at the beginning was really a hot head.

"Father, there are some signs of violation in the medical school. Is this still a routine inspection?" Monk Wading pinched a paper roll and climbed the attic. The armor on his body made him a bit strenuous. This loyal partner who had studied together rarely slacked off and could always send the latest news in time.

"Sit with me for a while, Wading." The priest took the paper roll, moved to one side, and gave up half a bench. "Not in a hurry."

The paper roll, wound tight like a winch, was rolled on a small vinegar glass bottle before being sent here, sealed in a box that could only be twisted open in a special way. This storage method made it not leak secrets due to violent unsealing.

However, Green didn't have much interest in taking a look at this secret letter transferred through special means, just feeling it was a bit wasteful.

No need to look more, most of the things sent in this specification were about that Professor Morrison, perhaps providing another opportunity to topple the medical school that repeatedly violated the rules. But it wasn't the first time, and it didn't mean much.

Rolling the paper along the curling direction and stuffing it into his pocket, he continued to look at the square below through the flower window.

Monk Wading knew what he was looking at. In front of the stone steps guarded by feathered knights, there remained a circular area with a different color from other places.

That was the place where the final judgment was imposed on the most heinous heretics in the past. Now only a burn mark like a scar remained, and even the last traces were almost washed away by time, approaching healing. Most of the worshippers stepped over and walked into the church without knowing it, and their footprints would sometimes completely cover it on rainy days.

The bodies of those who betrayed the Father melted in the flames, the sinful souls and ashes rushed into the dark canal, and were sent to the underground that never saw the light of day with the equally turbid water flow. The believers rejoiced, and the hidden heretics were terrified.

—They had never seen such a scene.

In fact, there were very few people worth executing like that. First, they had to seriously blaspheme doctrine and morality, and second, they had to have extensive influence. Counting them didn't take two hands. And that was also a long time ago. The church was also gradually becoming "civilized."

And Dunling, as the center of the kingdom's rule and faith, basically didn't have any characters who were against their own lives and went against the wind.

Among the people, there were mostly astrology, witchcraft, and superstition; if it were more serious, there would be grave robbing, dissection, and writing forbidden books.

The most like Inquisition targets were some inexplicable gangs. For the sake of mystery or really believing they could get benefits, they worshipped objects they didn't know what they were according to the residual books obtained by chance. Based on the records of extinct heresies in the church, and the heterodox books collected and banned, Green could easily pick out several common-sense errors in those ridiculous and clumsy imitations.

Most of the time, they were dealing with sporadic small things, solving cases that violated rules for various inexplicable reasons. Sometimes when he brought a group of fully armed Inquisition personnel to break in, the main character didn't even know what crime he had committed.

Eloquent eloquence was used to refute witches and gods, and exquisite swordsmanship was used to sweep the streets and alleys all day long. As for the most serious in general, it was actually the Dunling University Medical School. In the incident where the cemetery was destroyed, most of the whereabouts of the corpses pointed to them.

And for these repeat offenders, it was impossible to move them without finding enough ironclad evidence of evil. After all, many of them had noble identities, the academy leaders were permanent royal medical consultants, and the current Professor Morrison had been sitting in this position for many years.

Regarding the medical school becoming the focus of work, Green always felt that it was a quite sad thing for the Inquisition.

But the faith in the Father did not allow him to slack off in principle. After sitting quietly for a while, he adjusted his mentality and unfolded the secret letter to read carefully.

As expected, they were all things that were not much different from before. The only difference was that the amount and location involved had changed again. It was hard not to suspect whether a fixed template had been formed, and it was sent up after modifying the information that needed to be filled in each time.

The medical school purchased equipment, with the bulk on white glass containers that were about to become extinct, and another batch of metal instruments.

The last corpse-stealing case didn't find a result, but there was no adjustment in the academy's courses. Instead, Morrison and a professor from outside appeared less.

Finally, the informant mentioned that Morrison probably didn't have much to do with the corpse-stealing case this time, because they were tinkering with some kind of reagent like the previous period, which seemed to be different from ordinary herbal mixtures, and also purchased some manuscript pages.

The details were unknown. Only from those who had handled it did they learn the content of several manuscript pages, which were about some kind of uncommon hexagonal building structure, symbols, and so on, completely irrelevant. It was estimated that it was remembered wrong.

Generally speaking, if Green led a team to conduct a surprise inspection now, the harvest would be as small as ever, at most playing a warning role, letting them behave for a period of time.

But what is the meaning of this? It was nothing more than back and forth.

Sometimes he would doubt whether the heresy faith and evil spirit worship recorded in those old files had ever really existed. How did they hide underground, secretly gathering, and holding various absurd activities.

"So what kind of reagent are they dealing with?" Green turned the paper over, the back was blank, and the content ended here.

"Don't know, what I got was only these."

Green burned the paper on the candle flame with dissatisfaction, let go when the flame was about to touch his hand, and let it turn into ashes. "Have we restricted their research on reagents?"

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