Food Poems

Chapter 338: Judgment Day, Execution

Plymouth, church.

At night, scavenger seabirds circled above the spires, and their mournful cries added a touch of resentment to the darkness.

The dark and narrow corridor led to the confinement room deep in the church, with torches flickering dimly on the wall.

The priest with a sad face, holding a basket of bread with a bottle of red wine in it, stopped in front of a heavy wooden door.

The wooden door was covered with deep knife marks, and the door lock was engraved with bright red runes. Above the lintel, there was a small iron window, from which came the dull sound of shaking iron chains, like the echo of a nightmare.

Harvey's frown deepened.

As I pushed the door open and walked in, a damp and rotten smell hit me in the face. Next to the moss-covered stone wall, a girl in tattered linen clothes was leaning against it, her feet were tied with rusty anklets, and her face was covered with withered black hair.

There was a candle on the stone wall that was almost burnt out, burning out the last bit of light.

Hearing the noise, the girl raised her head, revealing a thin face, pale and skinny, with big eyes as blue as the sea.

"Good day, Mr. Harvey," the girl greeted softly.

Harvey's hand holding the bread basket trembled slightly. He walked to the girl, squatted down, took out the red wine and wooden wine glass from the basket, and said expressionlessly:
"Here's your dinner, Helena."

The girl stared at Harvey quietly, watching him arrange the wine glasses, plates and handkerchiefs on the haystack with solemn movements, and whispered:

"Is this the last meal before execution?"

Harvey froze, buried his head, and remained silent for a long time.

"My uncle tied me to the reef the night before the ceremony, and he gave me this kind of red wine to drink," the girl said softly. "They said that red wine is the blood of saints. As long as I drink the red wine, the saint will be with me, and I won't be afraid..."

In the second half of the conversation, the girl's voice became a little trembling.

"But...but...I'm still scared."

The girl choked up, her tone revealed despair, her shoulders shrugged helplessly, and she covered her face and said:

"I don't want to die yet, Mr. Harvey. I'm still so young... I don't want to wait for death on the cold reef, staring at the dark sea. I don't want to experience that feeling again..."

In the shadows where the girl can't see.

Harvey's expression looked sad and painful.

Morality and justice were like poisonous snakes gnawing at his heart and liver, and even his brows were trembling.

Harvey thought back to the night when he rescued the girl. The girl's body was frozen like an ice sculpture. She had clearly fainted, but she was still clinging to the wooden board, floating on the dark sea.

Harvey had had that kind of experience a long, long time ago.

During the shipwreck, he used all his strength to drag his sister, whose cheeks were frozen pale, onto the wreckage of the ship, begging her to stay alive.

If even she does not exist in this world, then what is the meaning of worldly desires.

"Please, I don't want to die."

The girl cried, "Save me, Mr. Harvey!"

Harvey took a deep breath, like a drowning man rising from the sea. The muscles in his arms tensed, and he leaned over and grabbed the girl's stiff ankles.

Clang.

The shackles fell to the ground.

There were traces of tears on Helena's cheeks. She stared at Harvey for a long time without saying a word.

"Tomorrow, Judge Famula will send you to the stake and use your life to bring the person behind the scenes to light."

The dark coffin at the funeral appeared in Harvey's eyes. His eyes were red and he said hoarsely:

"I can't dissuade her... You can only rely on yourself, Helena... You can only rely on yourself to survive!"

Helena didn't say anything, but stared blankly over Harvey's shoulder, her eyes were empty and dull, with a huge shadow hidden in them.

A chill suddenly spread from Harvey's head to his feet. A great fear enveloped him. He heard the girl say in a daze:
"Lady Famula..."

Harvey's blood froze and he turned around with all his strength.

At the door of the detention room.

There stood a figure.

A woman wearing a loose windbreaker, with her hands folded on top of a black-gold scepter and a ferocious iron mask on her face.

A pair of red eyes without any emotion stared at Harvey quietly.

demon.

These words suddenly flashed through Harvey's mind.

"Go to bed early, Helena."

Famula was so calm that she seemed like an inhuman creature. She placed a leather-gloved hand gently on Harvey's shoulder.

"Mr. Harvey and I have some important matters to discuss."

Bang!

The wooden door closed again.

Harvey followed behind Famula, walking on a corridor that seemed to have no end, his pupils dilated, as if he had seen hell.

After a silence that seemed to last for a century, Famula finally spoke without any emotion, stating:

"You did something you shouldn't have done, Harvey."

"Your Honor... I..."

"Whether it is the bloodline of the Sea God or the followers of the Dark Night, they are things that must be wiped out in this world."

Famula tapped the ground with her scepter, which echoed, and she said calmly:
"And you should know all too well what happened to Judas."

The chill had spread all over Harvey's body. He was almost out of breath and said hoarsely:
"presiding judge……"

Famula suddenly stopped and turned back and said:
"By the way, I heard you mention it before. You have a younger sister?"

Harvey was stunned for a moment, forced a sad smile on his face, and said reluctantly:

"She has passed away..."

"I understand it was because of a shipwreck."

Famula glanced at Harvey and said, "Do you want to know how the shipwreck was caused?"

Harvey didn't answer, but his flickering eyes revealed the intense turmoil in his heart.

Famula said calmly:
"The shipwreck was caused by two Poseidon believers arguing over whether Poseidon liked seahorses or dolphins. It was a meaningless dispute that broke out. Oh, it's ridiculous, isn't it?"

Harvey's eyes widened, his pupils trembled constantly, and his lips trembled slightly.

Famula closed her eyes slightly and let out a deep sigh.

"In this world, there are too many fools who are complacent and reckless because of a little bit of power." "Pride, greed, jealousy... If these sins cannot be judged, this world will become hell, and the wings of freedom will be shackled."

When she opened her eyes again, golden flames surged in Famula's eyes, and she said coldly:

"Your kindness will turn into cruelty to your companions."

"And sin will eventually be judged!"

"Your Honor... I... made a mistake... please punish me!" Harvey said with his head down.

Famula placed her hand gently on Harvey's lowered head and said calmly:
"I will not blame my companions, because there is a real battle waiting for us."

Famula looked up at the sky, her golden eyes surging with flames.

"Wait for tomorrow's judgment. The fire will give everything the due judgment!"

*
"You want me to rescue the girl with the blood of Poseidon?"

Under Plymouth, in the high priest's boudoir, behind the screen, the aroma rises.

Margotha ​​was wearing a loose purple nightgown, sitting beside the dressing table, her hands on her cheeks, glancing at Yeats, and said:

"Give your opinion?"

Ye Zhi restrained his obsessive-compulsive disorder to adjust the strap that had slipped off the high priest's shoulder, coughed lightly, and said:
"High Priest, with your wisdom, you must know that since ancient times, those with divine blood have been extremely precious. Even the royal relatives born in the Purple Chamber cannot compare to them. If they are placed in the corresponding sect, they will be able to occupy a high position in time."

"If we save Helena from Famula, she will definitely be grateful to us."

"We will hand her over to the Sea Temple and secretly support her to take the position of the High Priestess of the Sea Temple... No, she won't even need our support. She can take that position by herself. By then, won't the Sea Temple become a vassal of our sect?"

Yeats paused, looked at Margosa, whose beautiful eyes sparkled, and concluded:
"This is exactly the plan of the one who worships the divine blood to control the Sea Temple!"

The Dark Night Cloak focuses on concealment and conspiracy, and is good at supporting puppet kingdoms.

At the beginning, Magosa had sent people to contact Lothair, the son of the Elector, trying to help him ascend the throne, so that the Dark Night Cult could infiltrate his country.

However, it is said that Lothar died in the trial of the goddess of magic, and the matter was left unresolved.

At the moment, the plan proposed by Sherlock not only conforms to the interests of the Dark Night Sect, but also meets Margotha's psychological expectations. After all, this plan is really feasible!
First of all, the position of the high priest of the Temple of Poseidon is currently vacant. There is neither the Chosen One nor the Vessel of Poseidon. There is only a bunch of old antiques in the Council Chamber of the Temple of Poseidon who believe in the ancient prophecy.

'One day, the descendants of Poseidon will return to the Poseidon Temple with Poseidon's sacred artifacts and usher in a new era.'

Magosa has always scoffed at prophecies, but she attaches great importance to the power of the Temple of Poseidon.

If, as Sherlock said, Helena could be helped to become the high priestess of the Sea Temple, then the power of the Dark Night Cult would be unprecedentedly strong!
Even though it cannot swallow up the Temple of Poseidon in one fell swoop, it is enough for the Dark Night Sect to gain an overwhelming advantage in the century-long struggle between the Moonlight Sect!

For a moment, looking at the handsome black-haired boy in front of her, Margosha became more and more happy. There are many powerful Dark Night Bishops, but brave and resourceful bishops are rare!
Secretly thinking that Yeats' plan was feasible, Margotha ​​remained calm and said calmly:

"You are right. If Helena is really a person with divine blood, she is indeed qualified to become the high priest of the Temple of the Sea God... But how can you ensure the authenticity of the source of the information about the blood of the Sea God? How can you be sure that Helena is still alive?"

Yeats decisively passed the blame to Harvey and said:
"In the Hammer of Demon Hunters, there is a man named Harvey who is responsible for monitoring Helena. I followed him and got information from him - the abnormal tsunami a few days ago was caused by the blood of the sea god, and Famula planned to sacrifice Helena again to lure the fish king to show up."

"The fact that Famula and the Fishman King, two six-ring masters, attach so much importance to her also indirectly verifies the authenticity of Helena's bloodline." Ye Zhi analyzed, "And since both parties attach so much importance to Helena, we might as well kidnap her - no matter what, we can't let them get what they want!"

Suddenly, Margotha ​​laughed, her body trembling, and pointed at Yeats, saying:

"I really don't know where you learned all this. How can a cook know so much?"

Ye Zhi smiled and said:
"Although I am a cook, I also read some military tactics on weekdays."

Margosha smiled more happily, and said intentionally or unintentionally:

"You couldn't have learned it from the Assassin's League, right?"

Ye Zhi was startled and saw Margotha ​​staring at him meaningfully.

I thought to myself, she was still doubting me, but my suggestion happened to be what she wanted, so she praised me highly!

"The Assassin's League is a group of unjust people who have abandoned the Dark Night."

Ye Zhi said frankly: "What are you talking about reviving the God of Light... Can you revive him? I don't have the strength to do it, you know!"

There are still a lot of doubts about him, but in an emergency, it is better to use the chess piece that is delivered to the door...

Margosha looked around, smiled slightly, and said:
"In that case, I accept your suggestion."

"But..." Margotha ​​dragged out the end of her sentence and said lightly, "When rescuing Helena, you must obey my orders and not act on your own."

Ye Zhi was stunned for a moment, pointed at himself, and said in surprise:

"Shall I go too?"

"What else?" Margotha ​​rolled her eyes. "You are the one who came up with the plan, so of course you have to execute it... If not you, who else can I turn to?"

Wu Yong suggested to Song Jiang to rob the execution ground, but when he turned around, he saw that Song Jiang had already stuffed the broadsword into Wu Yong's hand and asked Wu Yong to go up and act as the vanguard.

Such associations popped up in Yeats' mind, and he felt complicated.

I beat Farmura? Really?

What if that crazy woman summons an Apostle of Judgment to help her? Wouldn't that mean she would have to rely on her goddess to win?
It’s not impossible to hug my adoptive father, but he seems to be unable to protect himself at the moment…

"I'm teasing you."

Margotha ​​chuckled and said with a smile:
"When the time comes, you just need to follow me and watch how I deal with that crazy bitch Famula!"

Hearing this, Ye Zhi breathed a sigh of relief.

Margotha ​​is a good person!

"By the way, I heard from Chloe that you need ingredients from royal-level monsters to cook a feast?" Margosha said.

Ye Zhi coughed dryly and said, "Using an emperor-level magical beast to cook food is the dream of every gourmet chef... It's okay if you don't have it. I can use other ingredients instead."

"I will try my best to fulfill your dream."

Margotha ​​said seriously:
"After all, the quality of the feast determines whether this sacrificial ceremony can go smoothly..."

"If the goddess of darkness really responds to this ceremony," Magosa said with a scornful smile, "even if the apostle who wields the fire of judgment comes in person, he will be vulnerable!"

Ye Zhi: “…”

Stop planting the flag, High Priest!
"Chloe's progress is also going smoothly. She has already figured out the movements of the murloc forces. Tomorrow, a murloc army of the size of a beast tide will land on the coast."

Margotha ​​narrowed her eyes.

"While the fishmen are fighting the Church, let's try to rescue Helena!"

Zuanya yelled in the pet plane:

"Blood is flowing, not one shed!"

Ye Zhi: “…”

Compared to the evil squirrel, the goddess of darkness seems as kind as a white lotus...

(End of this chapter)