Blood of Mercury

"My lord! My lord! Don't fall asleep! Sir Shira! Please wake up!"

In the vague voice of calling, Sheila opened her eyes with difficulty.

His vision was distorted and blurred, and his breathing was hard and fast.

Xila's hands were shackled, her ankles were chained with iron chains, and the other end of the chain was deeply nailed to the wall, like a sinner who was about to be executed.

He was wearing a tattered, mud-stained white sackcloth robe, and on his torn sleeves he could see the dark red blood that had dried up, as if it had been two weeks ago. But his spine was no longer straight, his complexion was sallow, and his cheeks and eye sockets were deeply sunken like an abyss. His long platinum blonde hair, which once shone with pure light, had completely lost its luster, and his eyes as blue as lakes had become cloudy and dark.

"Ah...I'm fine."

Sheila took a deep breath, her voice like a gossamer.

A dry and hoarse voice that had been deformed like a raven slowly squeezed out of his throat. He raised his drooping head with difficulty and looked at the prisoners kneeling on the ground with bloodshot eyes.

His situation was quite different from before.

He is no longer simply nailed to the wall. Twenty feet beside him was marked with an iron fence, as if imprisoning a ferocious devil, with several iron chains thicker than his thighs repeatedly wrapped around it.

This is to stop those prisoners from serving him, giving him water and food.

Every three days, the warden would come and beat him. Before the execution, the guards must be slapped to lock all the prisoners in the cell, and the warden can enter the cell of Shira and torture him with a barbed iron whip for a whole day.

In the beginning, there were also prisoners who tried to attack the warden. They insulted him and beat the guards. try to save their saints. Their rescue Syrah.

However, after the warden had executed eighty prisoners that night, the corpses on the spears hanging from the skylight finally succeeded in deterring the fanatical prisoners. Blood dripped from the corpse that ran through the spear. Dark red blood left dark red marks on the ground and walls. You can even see the milky white marks left by the fanatic prisoner being slammed into the wall.

Only then did the prisoners calm down a little. And the indistinct rage of Xila, whose tongue was cut off, finally stopped their behavior completely.

Perhaps to continue intimidating these prisoners. The blood on the ground of those corpses had not been disposed of. If it weren't for the cold weather, I'm afraid there would have been a lot of flies attached to it now.

Since then, no prisoners have rioted while Syrah was being tortured. They just fell on the ground and wept bitterly, praying aloud for Sirah.

These prisoners are all people who have made big mistakes in the past.

The vast majority of them are cunning, evil, ruthless, and twisted. However, they have now been moved by that holy prophet. The souls are all washed together.

However, that's not to say they've come to worship Thiel. Rather than regain their awe and worship of Tyr, they began to turn their heads and worship Syrah.

That's right they don't worship a god. Not some devil. But an ordinary, fragile mortal who was tortured every three days, a prisoner even lower than they lived.

Even though his injuries will always be healed, he has no food or water, and his body is suspended in the air, unable to sleep. Shira's spirit slumped day by day.

Seeing this scene, the prisoners could not help but panic.

They worried that Shera would never wake up after she fell asleep. They started trying to get food and water there, but they all failed.

Sheila looked at the prisoners who were kneeling on the ground and looking at her, tears of pain on their faces. A happy expression appeared on his face.

He had also thought about what it would mean for these prisoners who could no longer see the sunshine of freedom all day long to be good again. They could neither help others nor spread his teachings. As if it was just a waste of Syrah's time.

However. He was truly relieved to see them coming back from a day of hard labor, no longer fighting each other, caring for their companions, no longer despairing and resentful, accepting this kind of life, and starting to exercise and think again.

Yes, he has lost his chance to change the world. But he can at least change the people around him.

Maybe someday, these things he brought to them will spread. Then one person can change two people. Two people can change four people, and one family can change people in a city. A city can affect the ethos of a country. Maybe in the end, he can even change the world

This sentence of less than a month will change Cyrah's life. He started to think about things he would never have thought of in his life before.

He began to think about why people are evil. He began to analyze the deeper meaning of what Jupiter IV had done before. If you let yourself do it, can you do it better than him.

The final answer was to his dismay.

He finally reconfirmed that Jupiter IV was a great pope. He may not be a qualified priest, but a qualified pope.

The Pope should be the spokesperson of the gods, the leader of the flock, and the loyal dog who guards the flock, but he should not be a fanatical lamb.

Everyone can be religious, everyone can be religious to fanaticism, but he can't. His heart cannot rest entirely on Thiel, he must dedicate half of himself to the believers.

If even the Pope is lost in the frenzy, how will others find their way to worship?

Now every time Cyrah was tortured, he confessed to Jupiter IV from the bottom of his heart. He finally understood what Roland had said to him.

However, if Jupiter IV were to appear before him again, Cyrah would still choose to kill him.

Because, Xila finally realized that she was not religious.

From the beginning, he did not give all of his heart to Tyre. He also leaves room for thought and questioning.

It's not so much that he worships Thiel as he worships himself.

This may be the reason why he can still cause miracles in the iron city where he is isolated from the eyes of the gods.

However ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the recovery time for Syrah is starting to take longer.

Finally, just today, for the first time, he passed out in the middle of a mission.

"You...you must not forget my teachings, and keep my commandments in your hearts."

In a tone of explaining certain things, Cyla said in a deep voice, "Do not let mercy and honesty leave you, but tie them around your neck and engrave them on your heart."

"You should listen to you that you must not resent and hate others in the future, and be tolerant of your brothers and sisters. You must remember that people will have good rewards in the end, and you must not act on your own behalf."

Seeing the pilgrims who looked at him in fear, Xila kept talking in a hoarse and deformed voice.

There seemed to be some enlightenment in his heart.

...my hour is almost here. (To be continued.)

ps: It’s our birthday today, and it’s not long after we got home from dinner _(:3∠)_ So you all need to know, the second chapter is still very hanging... (set up an anti-lag for yourself first)