Chapter 315: A Good Blade

I dare to verify good and evil; do you dare?

Insult; this is undoubtedly a direct insult, an insult to his face.

But does this High Priest dare? He truly does not.

Even though everyone knows high-ranking shepherds are not so pure, even though everyone questions whether that once-devout one has already been corrupted, if a person judged evil and fallen appears in a high position within the Shanshen Sect, he will naturally lose everything.

The gods lack the power to manage every believer, every shepherd, but the gaze of all believers, subordinates, and superiors upon you will be filled with doubt and contempt, even if they themselves are not clean enough.

"Damn little thing! How dare you?!"

But refusing this verification itself is enough to explain much.

Today's matter is destined to spread throughout the entire city; Bishop Laina has no future left. Although he was already a marginal figure within the church headquarters, being questioned by a Paladin as evil and refusing verification of evil is enough to make his reputation infamous.

This is the most unsettling, even terrifying, aspect of Paladins: all spells and supernatural powers require checking resistance and comparing enemy and ally strength; there is no so-called "absolute authority" or "infinite penetration."

Sin Domain Judgment, Detect Evil, and other judgment-type abilities also require checking resistance; the strong can completely refuse. But what cannot be refused is the human heart.

"You have no problem; why do you refuse?"

Killing someone, how does it compare to slaying the heart?

For a shepherd, losing honor, losing trust, means losing everything.

Bishop Laina might suppress this storm by relying on his seniority and connections, but he is destined to lose much, very much.

Those sincere trusts and aspirations, those resonances and mutual compatibilities forged by shared faith, are the most precious assets.

"Is it worth it? Young man."

The old shepherd's face turned black; he closed his mouth and said not a word.

The intermediary Archmage Kurna beside him sighed; he was already too lazy to mediate. Both sides had certainly become mortal enemies.

He was just somewhat sighing that this young man was so brave, having thoroughly offended everyone to death.

But is it really worth it? As Bishop Laina said earlier, the assassin behind the scenes could also come from the Shanshende Sect; isn't it better for everyone to get rich together?

"Vmm."

Li En raised the sheathed holy sword, and holy radiance overflowed from it.

It illuminated Li En's face and also illuminated the path beneath his feet.

No response was needed, nor empty words; this was enough.

If some people are destined never to walk together, and you block my path, then let us see whether you die or I die.

Kind ordinary people can be at your mercy, but since I have power and I dislike you, why should I endure?

"A purely good knight, then you indeed cannot stand it. Fine, our stance should not participate. But now the kingdom is in a state of precarious instability; proceed with caution."

Just as Li En expected, when this intermediary force representing the mage world got involved, since they did not intend to launch a total, all-out war, some things naturally ended there.

But Li En's goal had already been achieved; those tickets and exchange vouchers actually held little significance, and even the High Shepherd who voluntarily stepped forward to accept a historical stain was unimportant.

What matters is that you were slapped in the face, and then you did not slap back.

You, you softened.

Li En's small town was attacked; the losses were actually not great, and could even be called a "profit," but Li En still had to strike back. Even though he knew the attackers were actually not closely related to the slave market itself, but rather involved the interests of those behind the scenes, Li En still had to slap the slave market in the dock district.

And now, Li En has slapped back; it seems the turn has come to the slave market and the forces behind them.

"Come on, hit here! If you don't hit, you're a grandson!"

As a Paladin, Li En's behavior could be called vulgar, but that vulgarity and unreasonable stubbornness formed an overly sharp contrast with the "noble" bishop.

The old priest was furious, but at this moment he jumped out; he tried to protect this money bag and "supply channel." Once he entered the fray, he also lost the reason to continue being "noble."