Witch trials

Quan Zhendong nodded to Quan Baola on the screen , and sighed without regret: "This is a very sad story that deserves a sidelong listen from everyone who enters our kingdom."

"When Baola was first identified by the priest as a witch, the trial court had ordered a trial and execution, but many people throughout the land did not want to believe it, questioning the court's decision."

"They held procession after procession for Baola, attended by large numbers of men, women, and children, all of whom had been beneficiaries of the Patrol of the Holy Maidens of Baola, and who wanted the Inquisition to openly try Baola, refusing to believe that the wonderful Baola could be a witch."

"But the facts speak for themselves." Quan Zhendong solemnly stated, "The resolution of the trial court is never wrong."

"Let's take a look at Baola's trial in its entirety."

He tapped the button, and the screen jumped, and a huge and stately courtroom appeared, and a large and stately courtroom appeared, and a large and stately courtroom appeared.

In the center of the courtroom, Baola was bound to a stake with her hands tied behind her back, her description still not woeful, her violet eyes looking up at the judge in the stands, firmly pleading once again, "I'm not a witch, I didn't seduce him, I'm not guilty."

The priest who had testified against Baola stood at the plaintiff's table, his head scrunched up, his eyes averted, unable to look Baola in the eye.

The popular jury behind Baola was particularly vehement in its protests, some were crying and cursing the priest viciously:

"You slandered Baola!"

"Don't you dare look Baola in the eye and say again what she seduced you with!"

Quan Zhendong explained carelessly from the side: "This is the early stage, in everyone's mind the Trial Court has not yet established its majesty, so people will question the Trial Court's resolution, now it's a felony to make such a racket in the Trial Court, so please keep that in mind."

The bishop sitting in the high judge's seat in the video knocked on his desk and said in a hushed voice, "Silence."

"Will the plaintiff please state how the witch seduced you."

"That night, in the church ......" that priest's voice grew smaller and smaller as everyone watched, "she took off her clothes and lay down in front of the statue of God and smiled demurely and beckoned to me and said, Come over here, let me come over here. "

"Her back was so white, her waist so soft, her eyes in the moonlight glowed purple like a chimera's, and two shining ram's horns grew on her head, and in a moment of inattention I ......"

The priest lowered his head in seeming shame, a dark look crossing his eyes:

"It is my fault that I am not strong enough to hold myself steady, and that I have been bewitched by the witch; I repent to God, and I am willing to bear all the chastisement of my sins, and even if I am put to a public trial, I will denounce Baola as a witch, so that no one may be deceived by her virtuous appearance, and so that many more people may be bewitched by her, as I have been! "

"How could that be!" The popular jury was heated again, "Baola would never do such a thing!"

"Silence!" The bishop tapped the table again, he looked coldly at Baola, "The defendant states the circumstances."

Baola was quiet for a moment, "I did take off my clothes at that time, but I didn't know at that time that there was someone in that place, I just changed my clothes there."

The bishop inquired very indifferently, "Did you have sex with this priest?"

Baola's fingers curled for a moment, then quickly she composed herself, "Yes, but not in the way he said ......"

"You have had sex with a priest and have lost your status as a holy woman." The bishop coldly interrupted Baola's defense before pronouncing, "You are only a hair's breadth away from being a witch after devouring so many eels, and if you can't abide by your heart, remain holy, and undress at will to seduce others, then you are indeed no different from a witch."

--within a whisper had pronounced the fact that Baola was a witch.

As the verdict was about to be delivered, the jury suddenly rushed out a pair of very emotional middle-aged man and middle-aged woman, both looking very changed, with white hair and wrinkled faces, snotty and lying on the fence, howling in agony and reaching out their hands to try to touch Baola, who was tied to the trial post.

"Baola ah! My child!" The two men looked about to climb over the fence and fight their way to Baola's rescue, cursing as they did so, "You damned Inquisition! You're the evil ones! Let go of my Baola!"

"I told you a long time ago not to be a fool to be a good person, we should never have taught you so well! We should have sent you away as soon as you were born!"

"My good Baola!"

Baola's ever-calm eyes twitched and she bit her lower lip as she looked over at the pair of middle-aged men and women bawling outside the fence, her eyes reddening a bit, but she continued to adhere to the rules of the courtroom, refraining from clamoring and presumptuousness in the courtroom.

Even though the visitors were her parents.

The popular jury began to clamor again, and at this moment a man in priestly garb trotted up beside the bishop with a tight look on his face, and whispered close to his ear:

"There's another parade outside the court for Baola, Your Honor."

"We had this trial live in public, and when Baola's parents came, a lot of people vehemently demanded that the priest be put on trial, saying that he was lying."

"While we need to cleanse the interior and establish authority, looking at the current situation, it would be better not to move Baola so early, it would trigger the wrath of the people, my Lord Bishop."

The Bishop looks to Baola, his eyes moving darkly for a moment, then nods slightly, lifts his hand to send this message-delivering priest down, and then speaks solemnly:

"In spite of the heavy accusations of the priest, Baola is known to all of us as a saintly woman who has never had an improper heart and has remained holy for as long as she has been devouring eels, and to correct her so easily would not convince us all so easily and destroy the jewel of our church."

In two or three sentences the bishop changed his statement again, his eyes looking nonchalantly toward the plaintiff priest at the other end of the room, whose expression had visibly flustered: "Father, do you have any proof that Baola is a witch, apart from these allegations?"

The priest, of course, had no proof of anything; he had merely heard by chance of the talk within the Church of a great purge to bring down Baola to build up the prestige of the Church, and had therefore dared to see this saintly woman of national renown merely changing her clothes, and had dared to move to lechery and compel the other when she was at her weakest.

Baola's reputation for prestige is just too good to be true, no one dislikes her, the Holy See has long since looked the other way, and the priest feels that he's going along for the ride and nothing will happen.

But I didn't realize that Baola, the saintly woman even at this point, had so many people supporting her and flipping the situation back.

The priest finally panicked, and he shivered, "No, there are no other accusations Lord Bishop."

"Are you lying, then?" The Bishop questioned with solemnity, "Are you slandering our greatest saint, Baola?"

Done.

The priest, seeing that cold look on the bishop's face, knew that he was going to be sacrificed, and with his lips all white he looked towards Baola on the judgment-post, and for a moment actually and absurdly hoped that this always merciful and great saintly woman would speak for him and come to his rescue.

But Baola didn't even look at him from the beginning to the end, even though this man had once forced her to do her least favorite thing, she was still strong, holy, and just swept past him without a second thought, and there wasn't even any love or hate in Baola's eyes, just that light, flat glance, and she moved away.

--like he was a mole, unworthy to touch the corners of her flying knight's uniform, no matter how much he struggled.

"He did lie." Baola said.

For a split second, the priest was suddenly flooded with a feeling of violent hatred - since no matter what this woman would never look at him more than once, and he could not get and put Baola how he wanted to, he might as well struggle to the end and drag Baola down to hell with him.

It wasn't a great loss for him to have the most beautiful saintly woman in the world with him to be judged by God.

With this extreme emotion propelling him, a brilliant, brilliant idea suddenly burst into his mind.

"I'm not lying!" The priest snapped his head up, his chest heaving hard, his face streaked with tears, "I was indeed seduced by a witch! But I accused the wrong one! That witch was not Baola!"

"Oh?" The bishop raised a little interest, "Were there any other women around that night?"

Baola retorted swiftly, looking at the priest with a rare icy stare straight at him, "It was just me and you that night, don't you bite off more than you can chew and involve other girls."

"It was indeed just me and you that night." The priest looked at Baola with a strange, rapt look, an expression that was indeed penitent and bitter, as if condemning a real-life witch, "But did you know, Baola, that a witch's brood can allow their mother to seduce a man of her choice in order to allow herself to be born into the world of men, so that the mother can be the cradle in which they are conceived. "

"What an evil monster." The priest's eyes shifted down to Baola's stomach and he licked the trembling skin of his mouth, "It is not you who tempts me, it is the child in your belly."

"You're a victim too, Baola."

Baola's expression goes blank as she slowly moves her eyes down to her stomach with a slightly confused look.

Almost simultaneously, everyone's eyes moved to Baola's stomach.

The Bishop's eyes swept meaningfully over Baola's stomach, "Now send Baola to be examined."

"No! Never!" The priest retorted almost instantly pulling up his voice as he looked to Baola with ragged breaths, "Any measure of examination will alert the witch in Baola's womb and allow her to escape, a witch is an extremely cunning creature, we can only wait until she is born and thoroughly attached to the □□□ before we put her to death."

-This could be delayed for at least ten months, and during this period perhaps the Holy See would be in a position to clean up Baola.

The bishop pondered for a moment, then spoke, "You have a point."

"Then wait until ten months from now ......"

Baola's father interrupted the sentence of the Holy See with a sharp voice, his eyes red and full of hatred looking at the priest and the bishop: "What if Baola did not carry the child. Does that mean the priest lied and is to be executed! Burn him!"

The bishop paused, "That's for sure."

"If Baola is carrying a boy." Baola's father took two deep breaths, his aging hands shaking as he looked at his young daughter with old tears, "Then she is innocent too, and this priest deserves to die!"

"We of the Holy See are always fair, and of course we would execute a lying priest." Having been rebutted twice in a row, the bishop pronounced his sentence with displeasure, "But if Baola is pregnant with a girl, that girl must necessarily be put to death."

"We'll be monitoring Baola's whereabouts during this time to make sure she doesn't do something personal to let the witches go."

Baola's father tried to continue his rebuttal, but the bishop rose straightaway and said indifferently, "The judgment in this trial is pronounced and the meeting is adjourned."

The video pauses at this point, and Quan Zhendong looks around at all of them, and he says, "This is one of Baola's trials."

"Of course what happened after that is well known to us in this country, Baola did get pregnant, and when she gave birth to the child in October for the retrial, she became a witch and defected on the spot in this trial - the famous [Heart of the Witch] trial. "

Quan Zhendong reserved a smile, "That was also the famous case of the Holy See - proving that the priests at the time were right in their accusations, that Baola was the witch."

"Here's the video from that time."

Quan Zhendong presses the play button again, the video jumps, and the scene returns to the courtroom.

The priest waited anxiously in the plaintiff's seat, drenched in cold sweat, dripping from his cheeks, like a father waiting outside the maternity ward-which in fact he was, Baola having just been admitted to the hospital's maternity ward.

Only he waited not with anticipation, but with fear and hatred, not as if he were waiting for a newborn who was related to him by blood, but as if he were waiting for a guillotine blade that was about to cut down.

The priest's face was pale and he kept whispering a prayer with his hands clasped together holding the cross on his chest, "It must be a girl, it must be a girl ......"

Baola's father waited outside the delivery room, trembling all over, his lips shaking so that he could not utter a complete sentence, holding his wife tightly, weeping, and also praying, "If there is a God, please give us Baola a boy!"

"I will always offer you in the future!"

The delivery room was pushed open and the nurse, with tears in her eyes, looked over at Baola's father and screamed with undisguised excitement, "It's a boy!"

"Baola, it's okay!"

Baola's father made a three-point prayer gesture, then his eyes rolled back in white and he collapsed to the floor in a weak heap, with a sort of hair-raising, tearful grin on his face, and just kept muttering, "...... Good Baola, you're right, do good, and you'll still be rewarded for doing good. "

"Quickly take the child and Baola over to the Holy See." The nurse eagerly pushed Baola's father to his feet, "They won't sentence that priest until they see for themselves!"

Baola's father stood up shakily: "Can Baola move? Is she all right?"

"Baola and the baby we will send a car from the hospital over to the Holy See, are you with us?" The nurse asked.

Baola's father said, "Together."

At that part of the Holy See, the moment the news came over, the priest fell to his knees in vain, his eyes looking blankly at the bishop above him, while the bishop did not look at him, somewhat annoyed as he kept tapping his fingers on the tabletop in front of him, his eyes looking grimly at the judgment column that was supposed to be tying up Baola.

Such a great opportunity to destroy Baola as a spiritual pillar just slipped away.

The door to the courtroom was pushed open, and Baola, pale and in a wheelchair, came in holding up the newborn baby, whose violet eyes were still as clear as ever after all this.

"The priest is indeed lying." Baola said, "Please execute him, Bishop."

The bishop gave Baola an obscure look, then said, "Bring up the child and show it to me and the priest."

Baola looked tautly at the child she was being presented with, "Please be careful, he's only just been born."

The bishop lifted the cloth of the swaddling clothes to look at the infant within, and lowered it in disgust, waving his hand to signal the others to carry it off, "A boy indeed."

So the boy was again presented to the soulful priest, and the boy, somewhat uncomfortably moved in his swaddling clothes under the intense light of the courtroom, opened his eyes for the first time-it was a pair of violet eyes.

The baby looked very much like Baola with its soft face and violet eyes, more like a girl than a boy, as far as the eye could see.

...... is more like a girl.

With a jolt, the priest stood up and pointed to the infant with sudden righteous indignation, "Bishop, it is this child, it is this eye, it is the witch who seduced me that day!"

The bishop also paused when he heard this, and he too seemed to think the priest was going crazy, and emphasized, "It's a boy."

"Yes, yes, it does look like a boy." Holding the child in his arms, the priest traced the child's face from top to bottom across the room, and said in a compelling tone, "But Lord Bishop, look closely at its face, its eyes, don't you think it is too sultry and pretty to look like a girl?"

"Especially these purple eyes, they're exactly the same as the eyes I saw when I was mesmerized the other night!"

The bishop's ever tapping fingers stopped, his eyes narrowed and he seemed to understand what the priest was trying to do, "You mean?"

"This kind of witch just born from the Matrix is strong in witch power, and we all know that witches can do many things." The priest fawned, seductively, "What if, this is a witch who can hide her gender?"

"It just looks like a boy, but what about the [Witch's Heart] it actually possesses?"

The bishop laughed as he nodded approvingly, "Still, you've thought this through, there is a real possibility that the boy is a witch."

The priest wiped the false sweat off his forehead, let out a long breath, and humbly bowed his head, "I'm a priest, it's what I'm supposed to do."

"It's a boy." Baola stared at the child in the priest's arms with a tense face and questioned incredulously, "How can he be a witch?"

Baola's father hissed even more angrily, "You animals! You even want to kill your children!"

"As I said, no clamor is allowed above the court of judgment." The bishop waved his hand unpleasantly and coldly, "Cover his mouth and drag him down."

Immediately, a security guard came from the side, covered Baola's father's mouth and dragged him down.

It was then that the Bishop withdrew his gaze in satisfaction, and he looked to Baola with a seemingly benevolent expression, "The Holy See has always been fair, and as male witches are indeed also a first-time concept, we do not judge them lightly."

Baola deadpanned, "How are you going to pass judgment?"

The bishop laughed as he fell into deep thought.

The priest, on the contrary, could not wait to suggest the way, and he said quickly and impatiently, "Which is the only way, my lord bishop, to tell whether the child is a witch or not!"

The bishop looked at him, "What way?"

A cold chill slowly spreads up Baola's back, and she looks at the priest with a frozen expression as if something has occurred to her.

"That's the Seven Star Eel! The witch must have eaten a seven-star eel and be able to digest it." The priest smiled wryly, "Just put the boy with the seven star eel and see if he can digest it, won't you know?"

-Eels and children put together, don't even think about it, it must be the children who die.

As soon as the child dies and the trial is over, whether the child is or isn't, there's only one result on the trial - and that is that the child must be a witch.

Without hesitation, the bishop gave a single nod, "You have a point."

"Go up to the Seven Star Eel Pool."

A whole transparent tank full of seven-star eels was dragged up to the Synod, in which the eels tumbled about incessantly, and the priest, with a solemn face, lifted the child, whose arms and legs were in a slight fidget, towards this pool.

"Wait!" Baola tried to stand up in her wheelchair but couldn't after several attempts, a rare moment when she was in such a state of distress, her tone took on a pleading tone and her eyes filled with tears, "He's still a boy! A boy! There's no way he's a witch!"

"Please don't, don't judge him like that!"

"Judging witches by their gender seems to be a very shallow perception now." The priest turned, that twisted look of triumph appearing on his face as he towered over the saintly woman who had finally yielded to him, who had finally begged him for mercy, almost to the point of scalp warring with pleasure, but his tone was still compassionate, "He's my child, too, but it's for the sake of all that I'm willing to sacrifice him."

"Baola, you're a holy woman, you can understand that, right?"

With that, the priest turned around, he walked towards the front of the glass jar, grabbed the child with one hand, kissed the cross with the other, said Amen reverently, and looked like he was going to let go of the child and throw it down.

Baola in the back at this moment, her originally light purple eyes completely changed to dark purple, her breathing became rapid, scales grew on her face, and her body elongated in an instant, her eyes filled with tears, "Let him go."

The priest turned to him, his expression turning to horror for a moment as he took several steps back.

Baola looked at the priest and the bishop and said in a hoarse voice, "I confess, I plead guilty."

"I seduced the priest the other night, I'm the witch, I took off my clothes to lure him to come and be with me ......"

"I'm the witch! I'm the one with the [Witch's Heart]!" Baola chirped hoarsely as she sobbed, "But not this child, he's innocent, you can spare him!"

The bishop practically screamed the order, "Seize the wicked witch!!!"

The video comes to an abrupt end here.

Quan Zhendong looked around at all of them, "This is the shame of the Holy Maiden Patrol, and I hope that everyone will learn a lesson and not follow Baola's path."

"Currently Baola has defected to the Polluted Witch District in the east, everyone who encounters her is prioritized to be shot and killed, and there will be a heavy reward from the Order."

"Now for the way out for all of you."

Quan Zhendong smiled, "Of course, despite what happened to Baola, your best way out is still the Holy Maiden Patrol, but the Holy Maiden Patrol is also the most dangerous, the closest to the devil, the most demanding, and very difficult to get into."

"But the Holy See is by far the highest place, and if you are in the Virgin Patrol, then naturally you will be treated the best."

"Secondly, you have two other outlets, Definitive Belongings and entry into the Company Witch Post, which you can find out for yourselves later."

Quan Zhendong paused for a moment, "There is a fourth way, a channel that is not publicized but does exist."

"That's the Island of the Holy Virgins, also known by an alias called the City in the Sky."

Speaking of the Holy Maiden Island, the burly security guards of the Holy See below suddenly unspokenly revealed a veiled smile, while others squeezed their eyebrows and hemmed and hawed twice.

"The Sky City is an island suspended at the highest point of the Kingdom, where the scenery is beautiful and the environment is pleasant, the women who go up there don't have to do any work of absorbing eels, you just have to work and live normally, a Noah's Ark built by the Church for the purest of the pure women, a land of purity."

Quan Zhendong's expression became compassionate again as he slowly said:

"Sooner or later, the witch's cholera will have to end, and the [Witch's Heart] trial tells us that the offspring born to women who have swallowed eels are no longer safe either, and there is a high probability that both males and females will possess the [Witch's Heart], leading to the continuation of this horrific plague."

"For the sake of the continuation of the human race, for the survival of the entire world, we used many means to create [Sky City], an island, or airship, that is suspended high in the air and will never be eroded by eels climbing on it, and we sent pure females who hadn't been eroded by any eels up there, to make it easy for them to reproduce with pure males on that piece of pure land and to give birth to normal human beings, so that the whole world will be pleased to continue functioning."

One female inquired very carefully, "Excuse me, on Sky City, the pure male's are ......"

Quan Zhendong replied without thinking, "The males of the Order, of course."

"All men of pure faith, vested in the Holy See, are entitled to set foot on the Island in the Sky to find their Eve."

This female bit her lower lip, "If, a man who is not a member of the Order, can he go on the island? If, and I say if, I have a husband who has not been a member of the Order, is he eligible to go on the island?"

Quan Zhendong's eyes went cold for an instant, then quickly warmed back up as he looked kindly and amiably at the woman who had asked the question, "Those could all be the sons of witches, and are very filthy."

"Break with him." Quan Zhendong lovingly stroked this female's head, "Only by copulating with a man of the Order will you be holy and safe from being contaminated by the hidden heart of a witch and turning into a witch."

"So what does it take to get to the island?" The female inquired very softly, a cross hanging from her chest.

"I believe everyone is curious about how to get to the island." Quan Zhendong straightened up, he looked at all of them and introduced in a friendly manner, "The Island in the Sky is a very special place, it is indeed a Noah's Ark built by the Holy See for all the human beings who want to escape, but unfortunately our power is limited and there is no way to build a place of that size."

Said Quan Zhendong with a regretful sigh, "We do want to save the world, we want everyone to escape from this place polluted by witches, but it's impossible, not even Noah's Ark built by God can do it - the number of people who can go up to the Sky City is very limited. "

"In order to protect this pure land from being polluted, we have made a very strict limit for the females who go up to the Sky City, I hope you can understand because females are more susceptible to being polluted by eels, and this pure land is just too important to the Holy See for us to accept the consequences of it being polluted."

"But this is not discrimination against women, on the contrary, we treat women very favorably - only women can be resident on this pure land of the Sky City, men are not allowed to be resident, they can only stay for a week and then they have to come down."

Quan Zhendong looks up, "A woman who goes up to Sky City must fulfill three conditions."

"First, under the age of 25."

"Second, no female or male relative in the family has a history of being prosecuted as a witch or son of a witch."

"Third, I have never devoured an eel."

Quan Zhendong paused for a moment, and the smile on his face became somewhat uncertain, "Of course, there is a fourth invisible condition, it doesn't matter if this condition is met or not, but if it is met, it is more likely to be identified as pure."

"We all know that a lot of times the devil compels us by some kind of evil sexual relationship, so women who don't have sexual relationships are not as easily contaminated."

"So fourth, women who are not in a sexual relationship are preferred."

"Let's all start choosing our future intentions."

After a moment's pause, the women in the warehouse begin to slowly flow in all directions, Bai Liu hidden among them, as clerical security guards casually gossip on either side of the warehouse, in a mixture of English and Chinese:

"How come there's no resident male on Sky Island anymore? Isn't there one? Or the prettiest one with the best whoring, heh heh heh."

"You whored yourself out?"

"Where to dare, he is so noble, purple eyes, the son of the Virgin eh, the sky city on the first ranking of the head, only those top big shots, as well as the bishop of the Church in those who can whore minions, where it is the turn of our little minions to taste taste."

"I heard that he was forcibly classified as a female by his father from being identified as the son of a witch, put him up as a resident of Sky City, made him start receiving guests at the age of twelve, and so far every night has been filled to capacity, tsk, and I don't know if I can stomach it."

Bai Liu's footsteps lurched as he walked over, raising his eyes inquiringly, "This person, what's his name?"

These two security guards of the Holy See didn't want to deal with Bai Liu, but saw his face and paused ambiguously, "What, you want to go to the island too?"

"I do want to." Bai Liu smiled slightly as he repeated his question, "What is the name of this son of the Virgin, what is his name?"

"Name unknown, no one gave him one, right?" These two security guards looked at each other, still answered Bai Liu's words, "But on Sky City, everyone doesn't show their true colors, everyone who goes up there has a code name, the resident is the fixed code name, it's convenient for everyone to order people, generally speaking this code name is a playing card."

"The code name for this Son of the Virgin is Heart, and everyone calls him the Queen of Heart."