our family is gone

Lance's question sounded like a roar with fury.

It was like a high-speed car suddenly braking without warning after slamming on the accelerator. The huge gap between the front and rear directly caused the warm atmosphere at the scene to drop to freezing point in an instant.

There is no doubt that at this time, those people couldn't help but think - I have let the lord down.

The beggar monk saw that Lance easily controlled the entire field, and he knew where he had lost.

He preached on the stage for a day, but the reaction of those people was not as good as this man's words.

If the lord was here at that time, I am afraid that no matter how much I say, no believers will respond to me.

Not only is he very strong, but he also knows how to manipulate people's hearts. If he knew that Lord Hamlet was such a person, he probably wouldn't act rashly.

No! He should have allowed those fishmen to attack Hamlet the night before, and he would have watched these fallen people who had abandoned the Holy Light wail and be drowned by the sea.

But is it really possible?

Even if I didn't intervene, I'm afraid this place wouldn't be destroyed.

A feeling of powerlessness spread in his heart. After losing his staff, the mendicant monk felt that aging was swallowing him up.

Lance, on the other side, relaxed when the situation was frozen, and even had the intention to joke.

"It seems that a lot has happened in the past few days, and you don't know where to start."

As he spoke, Lance randomly named a person among the thugs, "Then tell me, why did it become like this?"

"It's all them! It's these two people who used evil to control me. I don't want this..."

This was a selected target. It was obvious that he did not know the details of the battle that took place on the beach. He only knew that the monsters invaded and many people were killed or injured.

Then I was bewitched by the church when I was passing by, so I followed them.

It's impossible to say that he didn't still have a good impression of the church, but now that the thugs pointed out by Lance naturally pushed all the problems to the two of them.

It can be said that his confession is not fair at all and has no reference value at all.

And what Lance wants is this effect, because these words are not for himself, but for these people.

Use other people's words to put all the blame on two people and give them a preconceived point of view.

Lance will not bear any responsibility in this process. If he doesn't take action, he will naturally not lose.

That's why he said this person was chosen by him.

It stands to reason that Lance can hang the people from these two churches now, euphemistically calling it the judgment of the people.

But what Lance wanted was not this, a complete trial.

"Whoever participated in that battle, tell us what it was like."

Under Lance's order, another man walked out from the mob. He was one of the surviving militiamen. From his words, Lance also knew what war looked like in the eyes of ordinary people.

The brutal battle brought serious casualties, and the endless monsters made them feel desperate. He was also injured during the battle, but at this time, the church's magic saved him.

Even though they knew that they were treating people with a special purpose for fame, it was undeniable that the church duo saved many people, which is why there were so many militiamen mixed in among the thugs.

Their reliance on divine magic led them to trust the church.

Although he deliberately provoked this topic and knew what he was talking about, Lance was not satisfied with his answer. The corners of his eyes narrowed slightly when he looked at the man. This kind of rip-off should be sent to a nursing home.

"Fuck you!"

At this moment, shouts rang out from the side, and a veteran with a broken arm wearing a hook arm stood up from the crowd outside and denounced them.

"Why didn't you say they turned around and ran away when the monster stirred up the storm? They were not the ones who rushed in to cut off the storm, nor were they the ones who stopped the waves.

It’s us who stand in the way of the monster, not these guys who want to destroy Hamlet just like the monster! "

It was obvious that they had used the defense line built with flesh and blood to block the monster, but now they were denied casually, and all the credit belonged to others, which made no one feel happy.

Sure enough, the veteran's words resonated with many people, and a police officer came forward to say that these church members were deceiving the people, disrupting social order, and so on.

"If it weren't for the greater good, we would have arrested these guys long ago. Now we have had enough of tolerance!"

The people are like grass. Wherever the wind blows, the grass will fall. His church could stir up public outrage, and Lance could do the same, and his reputation, which was not very good in the first place, was directly one-sided.

"traitor!"

"Hang them!"

"They are cultists..."

Lance looked at the restless people in the audience and realized that the fire was not strong enough, so he immediately raised his hand to calm down their emotions.

"Quiet! Quiet!"

Then he turned to look at the beggar monk, "Come on, what else do you need to defend?"

The beggar monk is not a fool like Junia. He has been in the world for many years, so how can he think that Lance will let him go? No matter how much he says, it will only be humiliated by the other party, so it is better to simply do it.

"I am a martyr of the Holy Light, you cannot make me surrender! I have endured the Holy Flame!"

"Do you think you are a hero? You are wrong. Only cowards dare not admit what they have done." Lance shook his head slowly, his tone full of contempt.

“We Hamlet are fighting cultists, we’re fighting monsters, we’re all fighting evil for human survival.

And what about the church? You were running away when you faced evil. After we, Hamlet, defeated the monster, what were you guys who call yourself bright and righteous doing for the first time?

When humans are in danger, they don't want to help their companions resist monsters, but instead stir up chaos among humans, and then hide behind the crowd and watch the believers burn, kill, and loot. Is this the church? "

You stand for light and justice, I stand directly for humanity, let’s see who has a higher moral point!

As he spoke, Lance's voice suddenly increased and he roared: "Did the Holy Light let you cause chaos in a peaceful and quiet town? Or did the Holy Light let you set fire to burn a poor family of innocent people?

Also, why would the cultists attack at this time? And you came right after you, and the monsters actually came that night. Did you cooperate with the cultists to lure me away, and then attack Hamlet with those monsters for your unknown conspiracy? "

He instigated a riot, and he must bear the responsibility for the mistakes committed by the mob, but the latter ones are somewhat of a conspiracy theory.

Because Lance knew the timeline of these events very well, and he also knew that the fish-man was called by his ancestor.

But for ordinary people with limited information, things are so coincidental that they connect directly into a line. It is hard not to think of it.

Not to mention that they need an outlet, a real object to vent their hatred, because most people have never seen a fish-man, but they know the church's big sign.

"You...you...this is slander!"

The mendicant monks are all stupid. Who can bear this "hat"? You might as well just give me a knife.

He didn't bother to defend himself just now, but now no one would listen to him even if he wanted to defend himself.

Because the emotions of those people have been ignited, there are hundreds of families here who have lost their loved ones.

This is why conspiracy theories have a wide audience. They will not tell you the complicated and confusing truth, but directly give you a target to pour your emotions on. “Hang him!”

"Burn him!"

"Cultist!"

The mendicant monk had tried many heretics, blasphemers, cultists, and even nobles, but he never imagined that he would one day become a cultist.

How the hell did I become a cultist? Who can withstand this!

Lance leisurely pulled out a long sword from the side and walked back to the stage.

"Quiet!" Lance suppressed the restless people, raised his sword and pointed at the tied mendicant monk beside him and asked:

"Give you one last chance, tell me why you want to destroy Hamlet's peace? Did you do this? Or did the church want you to do this?"

"Kill me, I'm already ready." The mendicant monk looked at Lance. His unprecedented setbacks made him look older, but his devout faith remained unshaken at this moment.

After that, he slowly closed his eyes and waited for the end to come.

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me. Everyone knows the answer." Lance didn't react much. He just raised his sword and slashed it down.

However, the mendicant monk did not feel the pain of injury. Instead, the rope that tied him loosened and he fell uncontrollably.

Opening his eyes and looking at Lance, the mendicant monk also had a gloomy look on his face. Do you still want to humiliate yourself?

Not only was this scene strange to him, but everyone in the audience was also very curious as to why the lord didn't cut off his head.

Lance turned to look at the ordinary people and explained.

"They like to play tricks and burn innocent people alive, but we in Hamlet have a clear distinction between grudges and grudges. Even if they come here with evil intentions and bring disaster to the people of Hamlet, even I cannot deny that they have saved a lot. people."

Lance turned around as he spoke, thrust his long sword backhand into the stage, raised his finger and pointed at the mendicant monk and yelled:

"Today they will return their lives to you. From now on, you will have nothing to do with Hamlet!"

This scene made the beggar monk slightly distracted, and he did not expect that this lord would not kill him.

And these words also resonated with those in the audience. It has to be said that the church's magic did save many people under the circumstances at that time, otherwise it would not have accumulated such a reputation.

If you really want to kill the monks, it will be very difficult for these people to understand their thoughts. Next time they meet people from the church, they may inevitably feel guilty in their hearts.

Lance's sword of "mercy" did not strike the monks, but it completely cut off the guilt of those people.

What's more, killing people has no meaning to Lance, but is the lowest way to deal with it.

So what if he killed the mendicant monk with a sword? On the contrary, if the church can't step down, it still has to bother him.

But if the monks are not killed, then the church will be at a moral disadvantage.

Killing is not important, what is important is to kill one's heart, and use this incident to completely remove the church's influence on Hamlet.

Conspiracy theories will continue to ferment as long as Hamlet exists, and what Lance wants is to crucify the church once and for all.

It can even be said that the mendicant monk did not die, but instead made the church a joke.

There must be people who can understand Lance's thoughts, and there must be people who can understand the dangers in it.

But probably not many people, because it is difficult for creatures driven by emotions to think about the benefits.

"Get out of here Hamlet!"

The people easily accepted the lord's explanation, and soon no one cared about the two of them, because the lord had no intention of ending the public trial.

"Okay, now it's time to deal with our internal matters."

Lance focused his gaze on the squatting mob, his face gradually turned gloomy, and he roared loudly regardless of the image.

"What can I do to apologize to you?"

"What can Hamlet do to you?"

"We blocked the cultists and monsters, but we didn't expect you to stab us in the back. Could it be that the army and I are fighting on the front line just to protect you traitors?"

The atmosphere that had calmed down once again started to change with Lance's words.

No matter who you are, no matter what your identity is, you will instinctively hate traitors.

The people asked the lord to severely punish the traitors.

The thugs kneeling on the ground below wailed and begged the lord for forgiveness, but they were only greeted by Lance's cold eyes.

Do they still think that the lord's mercy can come to them?

Lance did not pronounce the verdict directly but mentioned one thing.

"Do you know what I saw the first time I came back? I saw the grand fire. I thought it was a ceremony to welcome us. Our efforts were worth it.

Unexpectedly, when I walked over, I saw that a house had been set on fire. The fire engulfed the house, and under the thick smoke, only a slight wailing could be heard.

And what about these guys? Even if he doesn't save people, he's still clamoring to burn Hamlet. If you have any dissatisfaction, just come at me. Why do you want to attack innocent people? "

Being incited by Lance, the anger of the people was like adding firewood, but now it was the thugs who were being roasted on the fire.

Lance hated traitors very much, both in his previous life and in this life, and he must deal a heavy blow to these guys who cheated on them!

"You know what you have done, so please come forward."

Seeing that no one answered at all, Lance was not surprised and mocked these guys coldly.

"Why do you dare to do it but not admit it? Or are one or two of the church members just cowards?"

The beggar monk wanted to refute what he said, but he was more pragmatic and wanted to wake up the candle-burning priest.

Lance on the other side didn't talk nonsense. He raised his hand to signal that the woman who was almost burned to death just now walked up to the stage.

"Tell me about the situation at that time. Do you remember who did it?"

"It's him! He was the one who burned it!" The woman didn't mean to explain the situation at all. She came up and yelled crazily to point out someone.

Looking at the guy kneeling down, or even prostrate on the ground like an ostrich with his head buried in the sand, did he think he wouldn't be discovered this way?

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