He turned around and looked solemnly at the Guard.
"Your Excellency, this was the trial of the Church of Light, and it was the burning ground."
The presiding judge said loudly.
The knight just glanced at him lightly, but ignored him.
He just showed a token exclusive to the royal family from his hand.
The Order of Thorns, royal emblem.
"I, Soros, the obeyer of the King's will, declares the King's order."
"Carl is innocent under the law, and innocent under the canons of the Church of the Light."
"But, Carl Sauron, you are the heir of the kingdom!"
"You let the witch be found in your palace. Your safety matters to the kingdom!"
"So, from now on, you are deprived of your status as heir!"
"and you will be sent to Blood Wolf City to guard the kingdom's western gate of the border forever."
The leading knight took off his helmet and looked indifferently at Carl.
Carl, smiled.
Weakly, but arrogantly.
From the inside of his throat, only a low sound of trachea and air rubbing could be heard.
With this conclusion, regardless of whether the Church of Light agreed or not,
he was temporarily safe.
What can he expect more through his refutation with the Church of Light?
No matter how right, how innocent and how wronged he was, it was not worth mentioning the needs of the Church of Light.
The Judgment of Light? Even if it was the power of God,
but since God was absent, his power would be controlled by mortals.
The Church of Light just took a fancy to his identity and wanted him to die. It was as simple as that.
But in the hearts of the people of Yorick, in the heart of his predecessor,
the one who controls and makes decisions was always the monarch who as aloof, unpredictable, and talented, Stephen Sauron.
Even after 20 years of silence, he was still the supreme ruler of the kingdom.
His authority was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people!
How come such an existence tacitly acquiesced in his son being arrested?
How come he acquiesced in his son being judged after being exposed to the sun and nearly dying?
Maybe he didn't care about the life or death of his son.
But being a king,
how can the dignity of the king be trampled on?
However, he allowed the entry of the Church of Light, which was equivalent to becoming a vassal of Caesar Empire.
So, what the King needed was a reason.
When the pattern of thorns with the royal emblem appeared on the water bag, it was his hint to Carl.
If Carl ignored it, this scene would never happen.
So Carl got it right.
Stephen gave Carl a reason and gave himself a chance to live.
Accepting the Judgment of Light.
This was the reason that the Church of Light cannot refute.
"You are blaspheming God. This is the judgment of the God of Light."
"Your Excellency, I ask you to leave."
The presiding judge was extremely angry.
He thought that these knights were just a bunch of rude and reckless men.
They were trampling on the dignity of the Church of Light.
How could a king's guard come to the place of judgment of the Church of Light to take people away?
And even pronounce the King's will of judgement?
Just like a joke.
However, it was happening right in front of him!
"The God of Light is above!"
"Excuse me, Lord Judge, are you questioning God's judgment?"
Soros sits on his horse and makes a very standard ritual of the Church of Light.
As he said to the presiding judge in a questioning tone.
The presiding judge asks: "What are you talking about?"
Soros: "The Judgment of Light has recognized the prince! This is not the fairness of the Church of Light. I think, Lord Judge, you already have selfishness."
"What?!"
The presiding judge's face was stiff, unable to refute any more.
He turned back and looked at Carl, expecting to see that he was already dead.
However, Carl was like a weed. Even though he was so weak, his slightly undulating chest reminded him that:
Carl! He was not yet dead!
The point is that Soros said that in public as a believer of the God of Light.
"Take the prince down."
Soros stops looking at the presiding judge. After he waved his hand, two knights behind him stepped onto the stake.
Carl was carried down. He really has no strength left.
When he was taken to Soros, Carl opened his eyes and looked at Soros.
"Uncle Soros, I need your help!"
...
Sunset, dusk!
Night was approaching.
In the last rays of the sun, Pompeii looks extremely majestic.
A carriage slowly drove westward.
Inside the carriage, there was not much decoration, just a simple straw mat.
Carl was lying on it. His complexion had improved a lot, no longer pale from the sun, and he had been replenished with water.
However, he couldn't recover from his weak state in such a short time.
At that time, Carl wriggled his body slightly, trying to get up. He resisted the tingling sensation in his body, and greedily looked at the outside world.
It felt so good to be alive.
Get out of this damn Pompeii!
And, everything and every person in Pompeii.
Carl had no feelings for that unpredictable king.
After all, Carl as just the host of this body.
In addition, he had no interest in the so-called power struggle, and the so-called Temple of Light.
Other than that, he might as well look at the witch who was driving the carriage for him.
Yes, the witch Ferrin, was driving the carriage for him.
As the main person on trial who was declared innocent. Before he left, he asked Soros to take Ferrin away.
The most direct reason for the Church of Light was that he would personally judge the witch, Ferrin, and bring down the most severe punishment.
This reason was rational, since everyone knew that Carl was framed.
In fact, of course, the Church of Light knew that it was Carl who requested the witch.
However, Carl and Soros both interpreted Carl's grievances in the way of the believers of the Church of Light, which made the Church of Light's faith promotion a lot less hard in the future.
Therefore, this was a default and a transaction under the dark rules.
Of course, they just thought that Carl had hatred for the witch, Ferrin, and wanted to take her back and kill her with his own hands...
For the ones behind the scenes, Carl could do nothing now.
It was natural for Carl to vent all his anger on a witch.
The Church of Light also acquiesced in Carl's behavior.
Of course, in the record of the Church of Light, it was be written like this:
the witch Ferrin was tried at the stake, and the God of Light washed her sins away.
In addition, Carl didn't have any other followers.
He turns his head and glanced at the shape of the Pompeii City. A slight smile appeared in the corner of his mouth.
"My good brother, I hope you like the gift I left you."
Carl had never been a broad-minded person who could smile when faced with the pain given by others.
For John, he wouldn't be soft-hearted.
Regarding the Church of Light, he was not yet qualified to take revenge.
Of course, this will be ingrained in Carl's heart, but not forgotten.
Perhaps, there will be a day of revenge…
After being reborn, feeling the gradually restored vitality in the body, Carl was fully qualified to have more visions.
From Pompeii City to Blood Wolf City, it was a considerable distance.
Half a month later, Carl stood in front of the ruins of a city wall.
Was this his fief, Blood Wolf City?