only god

Chapter 105 What kind of person are we going to execute? !
The last time Dorias visited Bazel was a stormy night.

After these three days of getting along, he has put away all his contempt.

Bazel will be taken to the square for execution at a later date, so Dorias still has time to visit Bazel.

When Dorias came outside the cell, he saw Bazel still standing in the depths of the cell.

This time, his arms were not shaking, but closed, and he stood quietly by the wall.

"Bazel, it's me."

Dorias spoke.

Bazel turned his head, walked to the prison door without delay, and sat down as usual.

Dorias looked at Bazel, pondered for a moment and said:
"You will be executed later."

Bazel nodded, indicating that he knew about it.

The old priest looked at Bazel, and then continued to ask:

"Any last words? Any wishes?"

"Speak up, Bazel, I will try my best to help you."

Bazel shook his head, to this day, he still doesn't want to say anything.

Dorias expects Bazel to say something. In the past, the poet's stammer annoyed every priest, including Dorias, but today, Dorias is expecting Bazel to say something , even if only one word is fine.

But Bazel still didn't speak.

The two remained silent for a long time, and no one came to break the atmosphere.

The rain was pouring down outside, and the king and his son had made up their minds. They wanted to execute Bazel, and led the crowd to throw sharp stones at him, leaving him covered in cuts and bruises until they beat him to death.

Thunder rumbled slightly in the distance.

After a long time, Dorias spoke again:

"How can someone like you be accused of blasphemy?"

"Bazel, do you really have nothing to defend? Why are you silent in the palace like that?"

Dorias knew clearly that Bazel would not give him any answers, and what he asked was actually just talking to himself.

"Now...I...apologize to you, Bazel, for the scolding in the Law Garden that day, I apologize to you."

After saying this, Dorias was silent again, he had nothing to say but sighed.

After a long time, the jailer's footsteps sounded outside the house.

The time for execution has come.

Dorias suddenly realized that time was running out, he pressed his hands on the cell door and stared straight at Bazel.

"Bazel, say something!"

The pupils of the old priest were trembling, looking at Bazel, his brows were tightened, his heart was suffering and trembling constantly, his aging face was full of pleading.

He expected the poet to say something, even if those words were insulting words, no matter how ugly those words were.

"What last words do you have, Bazel, say something...

Bazel, what do you want me to do for you?Is there anything I can do for you, I, I..."

Dorias begged Bazel tremblingly, he pleaded with all his strength, hoping to hear Bazel's voice.

Dorias is tortured for Bazel's silence.

The jailers finally came out of the cell, they pulled Dorias away, and under the sound of rain, they escorted Bazel out of the cell.

The old priest stood in the cell blankly, staring at Bazel...

But until Bazel's figure disappeared before his eyes, the old priest still didn't hear a single word.

Dorias seemed to have suffered the biggest blow in his life. With his head down, he wandered outside the cell.

The old priest seemed to have lost his soul, he paced step by step, and slowly walked into the cell where Bazel was.

He could imagine Bazel's death, he could imagine that when the dawn of the next day came, a bloody body was lying on the gravel all over the ground, and on this stormy night, the rain fell on the heart of the old priest. non-stop.

At some point, he reached the depths of the cell.

A thunderbolt pierced the night sky, and everything around it shone like day.

Boom!

Under the thunder, Dorias' eyes widened.

On the deep wall, words are engraved one after another!

"I am innocent!"

Doriath trembled all over, and he murmured tremblingly the words engraved on it.

Inadvertently, Dorias went deep into the prison cell and saw the defense written by Bazel in seven days.

"Why am I condemned to death? Because I don't want to be on the side of the one who sentenced me to death. I don't want to be on the side of the one who enslaves others.

I have never blasphemed, on the contrary, I believe that the Logosians are the sons of God.We stand with our feet on the ground, worshiping the gods on the mountains, as the prophet Yar did, so do we.

You say that as the son of God, there is a reason to enslave the three-eyed ape-man, but the three-eyed ape-man is not a human being? !

Why do we please God?

The Prophet has said,

Because in this world, only we are called 'the people of the world'.

O children of God,
Why would one group of people murder another group of people? !

You are doing another sacrifice, don't you understand? ! "

Doriath's heart trembled following the words, how powerful and magnificent it was.

That was Bazel's plea to the trial.

Only on this wall full of words, in the passionate words, the poor poet will not stutter.

"What are you doing? Logos people!
You are killing, you are enslaving!
One day, one day, the vortex of greed will destroy this place, because you have trampled on the laws you have established, and you have destroyed your last goodness. At that time, what is the meaning of faith?

You are destroying what is most precious to you, and one day you will kill each other like wild animals.

I am dying.

My death is insignificant, and I believe I will return to God.

But what about you?

When standing before God,

God asks you why you shed blood and why do you need animal sacrifices?

What do you want to answer? ! "

"What are we going to answer..."

Doriath murmured, and every word made the priest's soul tremble.

"What shall we answer when we stand before God after death?
It is an offering to the gods,
This is our will?
Bazel, what exactly should we answer? ! "

Thunder flashed outside the cell, and the old priest seemed to be hit hard. He looked at the words, and there were bloodstains between the lines.

The stuttering poet,
On a wall, he forcibly carved all the defenses, which were the refutation of a kind heart, the roar of a silent soul.

"However, it's time to go.

I'm leaving, leaving you,

I'm going to a place after death,

over there,
Grace awaits me. "

To the end,
The poet's finger is broken, and his defense is over.

Doriath fell into a great trembling, every bone in him crackled, and the words washed over his spirit.

The old priest, with tears in his eyes, knelt down,
"God,"

"What kind of person are we going to execute?!"

(End of this chapter)