"I am guilty..." The Pope angrily glared at the bishop who had stabbed him in the back and swung the magic wand in his hand to smash it.
"Divine Envoy Reilir, look quickly, you haven't declared your position yet, and he has thrown away the sacred magic wand again." Duge complained seriously, "He has no awe of the Solar God in his heart at all."
"I once used an oracle to insult the holy maiden within the church..."
The Pope spat out another mouthful of fresh blood, watching Duge frame him without being able to retort, truly on the verge of madness.
"..." Reilir listened to the Pope's words, looking at the actions that contradicted them, couldn't help frowning. He turned to Duge and ordered, "Stop him first, I want to hear him say it himself."
"Divine Envoy, you... you can't possibly be shielding him, right?" Duge was taken aback, looking at Reilir with suspicion, "Upon discovering a blasphemer, shouldn't they be executed immediately or handed over to the Solar God for judgment?"
