Chapter 152 The Heresy Judgment

The big clock on the church spire was the last one that fell from a height.

The bell smashed to the ground with his shelf, and the sound of falling to the ground was also very loud. This was the last whine sound of the huge bell.

A group of dusty professors surrounded Descartes in the middle, and everyone hid behind the pedestal of the Virgin Mary. Even if there was no sound of gunfire in the church square, they were unwilling to leave.

They are the only team on this square without chaos.

Everyone hid behind the pedestal like a quail, but just mechanically made such a cry like "O God, God..."

Little Descartes felt the blood in his nose and slowly gathered blood beads on the tip of his nose. When the blood bead was subjected to gravity, the blood bead would leave the tip of his nose and land on his chest.

The beautiful dress with snow-white wrinkles was covered with blood, and the same was true on his mouth. He even felt that as long as he opened his mouth, his mouth would definitely be dyed red by blood.

Very embarrassed.

However, only such a embarrassed look can match the scale of the attack encountered today.

The blood beads on the tip of the nose are staying on the tip of the nose for longer and longer, which means that the blood vessels in the nose have begun to close automatically, which is a good thing.

Professor Paris's red hair was covered with dust and blood, and his pale face became more and more pale, which always reminded Little Descartes of the legendary vampire Earl Dakura.

The other professors were not as good as that, but compared with the nobles in the middle of the square, their injuries could not be called damage, and the worst was that they were smashed into the head by flying stones.

There was a whine in the square.

Professor Paris finally plucked up the courage to leave the safe shelter of the pedestal and participate in the rescue of people. Little Descartes naturally also actively participated. When he tore open his beautiful white dress and wrapped a young girl with a fractured calves, he saw the girl looking at him with hope, and kissed the girl on the forehead and said, "God bless you, you are very lucky."

The girl fainted, and Descartes threw her into the pile of rocks and continued to find the next survivor.

Whether you live or not depends on your life—

However, thinking of Zhang Liang and Qiao Yong’s evaluation of European doctors, Descartes felt that the possibility of that girl becoming a cripple was too high.

After helping a beautiful lady with a odor wrapped her head, Little Descartes took out a short cigarette from her pocket and lit it on a smoked wooden pillar.

After taking a deep breath, he looked down at the huge square.

At this time, the smell in the square was very bad, and the smell of gunpowder was very strong. However, what made the nose feel uncomfortable was not the smell of gunpowder and burnt wood, but the strong and almost insoluble bloody smell, and the odor mixed in the smell of blood.

When the gunpowder exploded, it did not tear apart. Those flat people were caused by falling rocks. There was one under his feet. This was a fat woman with a heavy stone statue pressing on her body. This stone statue was originally embedded on the edge of the spire to drain water.

Little Descartes looked up at the remaining spire, not thinking that the woman had to rescue her. After all, everything in her body was squeezed out by this stone statue, and she was like a cockroach that was trampled on by him.

The headless corpse lying beside her should be her husband, and it is obvious that her husband's head was knocked out by shells, so he died more decently, and the complex lace on his neck was kept intact.

On the edge of the square, many soldiers of the Knights' Order had hung many people, some of whom might have just been hung up and their bodies were still twisting violently.

Judging from the clothes, those who were hung are dressed similarly to those of the assassins.

A soldier from the Knights shyly pulled away an exquisite ring from the only intact hand of the smashed woman in front of Little Descartes. Little Descartes pointed at the man's body, indicating that he also had a ring on his hand.

The soldier opened his mouth full of rotten teeth and smiled at Little Descartes, and took off the man's ring. This time it seemed much more natural.

Little Descartes said: "Have you caught the assassin? Can I execute myself?"

The soldier looked at Little Descartes with pity and said, "No, they ran very fast. Why, your little lover was broken by his leg?"

"Is the Pope's crown okay?"

The soldier greedily looked at a sapphire on Little Descartes' chest and said, "I know that the life and death of the Pope's crown determines the fate of many people."

Little Descartes took off the blue gem without hesitation and threw it to the soldier.

The soldier caught the gem and quickly put it on, then looked at Little Descartes seriously and said, "Just now, my cousin was responsible for participating in the rescue of the Pope's crown, and the Pope's crown was not dead."

Little Descartes breathed a long sigh of relief. Just when he was about to say God to bless this sentence, he found that the damn soldier was smiling at the four big pearls on his cuff.

Little Descartes immediately gave the pearl buttons to the vampire.

"The leg was broken, a stone fell down, and it flattened the two legs under the Pope's crown, from below the knee, and it was all flattened like this woman."

The soldier pointed at the poor woman who had only one piece of skin on the ground and said.

Little Descartes made a cross in his chest; "Thank God."

The civilians were driven to the gathering place by the soldiers, and the surviving nobles were invited by groups of very polite soldiers to the prayer house beside the church.

As for the injured, they were also carried into a prayer hall.

Along the way, I encountered many miserable corpses that were unspeakable. A group of people walked into the prayer hall in a daze, not caring about others.

Only Little Descartes stubbornly carried the girl with broken legs, and did not allow those vulgar soldiers to touch her.

A gloomy-looking cardinal was waiting for them there.

"Correction of your attitude and respect this adult enough."

As soon as he walked into the prayer hall, Professor Paris solemnly told Little Descartes.

"Why?"

"Because he is the chief referee of the famous heretic referee, Lord Aspeter."

"Is it him who took away my mother's wealth?"

"Child, forget about this."

Paris's face became serious, with a faint warning inside.

Cardinal Aspeter abandoned his usual hypocrisy and said directly to everyone present: "The devil has come to the world, and anyone who participates in the murder of the pope will be a demon walking in the world.

If your soul still has a slight possibility of salvation, then stand up and tell me who is trying to murder the Pope's crown.

Remember, this is the only act you can prove that your soul has not fallen into hell."

The nobles present did not show any surprise at all about their experiences. Just today, after experiencing such a terrible event, it was already the greatest luck to be alive.

A nobleman with a big belly wanted to leave this hell quickly, so he took out a large stack of things from his arms and slapped them in front of Aspeter, and then he left, and the soldiers guarding the gate of the prayer yard did not stop him.

Professor Paris smiled and said softly to Little Descartes: "We have many indulgences, too. We bought a lot of this thing to save your grandfather.

I just put some on it, it should be enough.”

Little Descartes nodded and continued to look at the cardinal. He saw the other nobles taking out indulgences and putting them in front of him, and then left the prayer house.

Everyone lined up, as if they had agreed to the robbery.

That's right, it's robbery, and indulgences are another kind of securities issued by the Pope.

This kind of securities has no use elsewhere, but in the heretics, it can be used as money. After all, the purpose of this thing was to fight the law through money.

The Pope is very trustworthy in this regard, as long as he pays indulgences, he can escape from sin.

The girl with broken legs woke up from a fainting again. After she figured out her situation, she looked at Little Descartes in despair. After all, among this group of people, she only knew Little Descartes.

Paris and his men had already paid the indulgence and left the prayer house. Little Descartes looked at the gate and then looked at the poor girl. Then he decisively put the indulgence in his hand in the girl's hand. The girl did not dare to faint anymore and kept thanking Little Descartes.

Watching the girl be carried away, Little Descartes came to the Cardinal and said, "Dear Your Excellency, I am not an assassin or a miser. But I have no indulgences now. Can I allow me to go home and take it to you?"

Cardinal Aspeter looked at the boy in front of him and said coldly: "God will only bless those who are prepared."

Little Descartes lowered his head and slowly retreated to the distance.

As Peter looked at this well-behaved, kind and docile young man, even though he was as hard as iron, he had some favors for this young man.

Because these virtues are the good believers that religion wants to cultivate.

Things didn't come as expected by Descartes.

When he came to prison, he saw the people who left with indulgences, including the girl with broken legs.

He knew that after such a huge event, all those who survived were not so easy to pass. Descartes even believed that those who had prepared a lot of indulgences might be even more suspicious in the eyes of the Cardinal.

Sure enough, Descartes soon saw the first nobleman who left with a large amount of indulgences. At this time, the nobleman turned out to be an overly fat man after taking off his clothes.

Moreover, the fat man was covered in blood, and his whole head was swollen like a pig's head. Even so, he would be tortured in public.

A long time ago, Christianity did not allow the use of punishment to make the subjects bleed and die. However, more than 300 years ago, it was deposed by a certain pope. Therefore, now, the heresy judges can use many strange punishments.

For example, the two pear-like iron products placed in front of you are like this.

The two priests in black stuffed two pears into the fat noble's mouth and valley road, and then they shook the handle behind the pear hard. The fat man's mouth expanded at a speed that ordinary people could not understand. I believe that the same was true for his valley road.

Just when Descartes thought the fat man was about to explode, the priests who executed the execution stopped the execution, and then Descartes saw the fat man pleaded very happily.

Moreover, Descartes could hear clearly that the guy's confession seemed to be exactly the same as what he did. If this guy hadn't personally admitted that he had colluded with the Ottoman Empire and wanted to kill the pope.

Even Descartes little thinks this guy is his accomplice!
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