In the name of the true god

Chapter 111 Authentic

After meeting Connor, Jude went to the cafeteria for breakfast, then packed some food to take home and feed to the golden retriever puppy.

Siamese kitten.

The two pets have been with us for half a month.

The little golden retriever has grown quite a bit and always walks around with tiny, quick steps, no longer the timid dog it once was.

The Siamese kitten's fur has turned a bit darker due to the drop in temperature, but it is still cute and affectionate, and gets along very well with Jude.

After taking a bath, Jude, who had been feeling tired for a long time, slept until after six o'clock in the evening.

After getting up, he was unusually relaxed and didn't worry about anything else. He took the little golden retriever and the little Siamese cat to the bathroom to give them a bath one by one.

That was quite unexpected.

While cleaning his pet, he felt his mind go blank and experienced a long-lost sense of relaxation.

"Okay, that's about it. Go play." After cleaning the little golden retriever, Jude patted its bottom and watched it happily run off to play with the Siamese cat. He then got up, dressed, and drove back to the prison to continue his work.

In the following days, the Royal Capital Heavy Prison remained calm.

The church faction did not cause any further trouble, while the monarchists strengthened prison security once again.

To avoid arousing suspicion if Allen's identity was exposed, Jude also distanced himself from Allen again, and they each found other colleagues to work with him on duty.

On Wednesday, November 7th, Melanie found Jude and told him that an archbishop from the Holy Church of the Wind had made a special trip to see His Majesty Leonard to bring up the matter of "transferring the heretics" again. However, just like Warden Adel, His Majesty Leonard gave a perfunctory answer and did not make a clear decision on the fate of the "heretics".

On Thursday, November 8, Connor called Jude to his office and shared the latest information he had gathered.

First, there was the conflict between Leonard and Edmund more than 20 years ago.

According to intelligence, Leonard was very arrogant and stubborn when he was young, and his first pursuit of Edmund was purely to make a name for himself.

However, his hundred-man personal guard was unfortunately caught in a flood on their way to pursue Edmund, and he was the only one who managed to escape back to the capital in a sorry state, becoming a laughingstock among the elite.

Having lost face, Leonard clashed with Edmund from then on, and even considered joining the Holy Church to become a priest, but this move was blocked by Fitch, the then king of the Kingdom of Florence.

Later, Leonard simply funded the formation of a heavily armed guard, offering a large sum of money to acquire information about Edmund's whereabouts, and spent a long time traveling to hunt down Edmund.

After relentlessly pursuing Edmund for more than three years, he finally captured him in May of the year 427 of the Christian calendar, becoming the number one hero in the fight against heresy and gaining unprecedented prestige.

As for the clues about the fat wizard...

Unfortunately.

Because the fat wizard himself died in the fire and his body was unrecognizable, there was no strong evidence to prove that he was the heretic wanted by the church. After the priest Rodney, who was in charge of investigating the matter, died, the relevant files were sealed away.

As a priest stationed in the capital's heavy prison, Connor had no authority to access the relevant files, nor was it convenient for him to ask others for help without a valid reason. This matter could only be discussed in detail later.

On Friday, November 9th, Frost, the president of the Descent of Gods, met with Jude and Allen again and announced that the evacuation route for their fellow escapees had been finalized.

When the implicated wizards and resonance sorcerers imprisoned in the capital's heavy prison break out, Guild Master Frost will personally cover their evacuation to the southwest. After leaving the suburbs, they will change clothes and take a pre-rented car to the neighboring city of Sith for a short rest.

It is foreseeable that with such a large-scale "heretical" prison break, the capital Montorus and nearby towns will be placed under martial law immediately.

Therefore, President Frost planned to escape to the border region of the Kingdom of Florence and the Duchy of Alsani as quickly as possible before the church could complete the blockade.

And then—

Perhaps for one or two years, they will not set foot in the capital of the Kingdom of Florence.

"Do you want to come with us?" Chairman Frost asked Jude about his thoughts.

Jude understood the Descent of Gods' choice. After all, if things got out of hand, the capital would be in great danger, and a dozen or so members of the Descent of Gods would be too conspicuous. It was better to follow Edmund's example and wander around, leaving no opportunity for the church to capture them.

But he didn't expose himself. The laws of contact and similarity were still in their infancy. To start a life of hiding and running around like this was really not in line with his plan: "I————"

"You should stay." Guild Master Frost could tell Jude wasn't keen on traveling, so he didn't insist. "Come on, if you come with us on our escape, it's tantamount to revealing your identity. Secondly, there are many of our kind lying in wait in the capital; they need your help. Thirdly, we'll return to the capital before the Year of the Gods' Descent to welcome the arrival of the true god. Your staying in the capital to develop your forces will also allow you to support us."

Jude breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I'll stay in the capital."

Allen was reluctant to part with him, but he also knew that Jude's value in staying in the capital far outweighed his value in fleeing with them: "Be careful on your own. If you ever change your mind, come find us anytime."

"I will."

"Oh, by the way, this is for you." President Frost pulled out a black-covered booklet. "It contains my observations of some animals. Remember the contents; it will save you a lot of trouble when you study the law of similarity later."

A fourth-tier Resonance Mage's notes!

Jude's eyes lit up, and he solemnly accepted the gift with both hands: "Thank you!"

Allen chimed in, "Any Resonance Mage who passes the Guild Master's test will receive an observation manual like this. If you encounter other Resonance Mages in the future, you can copy the contents of the manual and share them."

"Okay." Jude eagerly flipped through it to take a look.

The first few pages are the table of contents.

Different animals correspond to different page numbers; common examples include: dog, cat, chicken, duck, goose, pig, horse, cow, etc.

Spiders, mice—and even rare birds and wild beasts—it's practically an encyclopedic animal encyclopedia!

"So detailed?!" Jude was increasingly alarmed as he read on.

With this observation manual, there's really no need to frequently go to places like the zoo to observe things anymore.

"Guess what the president used to do?" Allen said with a smile.

"What do you do?" Jude asked.

"hunter!"

Jude suddenly realized.

Hunters and animal keepers are undoubtedly the chosen ones, the Resonance Warlocks.

They spend years interacting with animals, and their understanding of them is unparalleled. As resonance mages, their advancement speed is at least ten times that of ordinary people!

No wonder there are so many people at the Divine Descent Assembly, yet only Frost has reached the fourth rank.

That----

Are there any professions that are compatible with wizards?

Jude was at a loss for a moment.

In any case, given his future plans, once the rescue is over, he should find a reason to resign from prison and find a job that is truly suitable for him.

The next day.

On Saturday, November 10, Jude and Allen finally returned to their posts in the Heretics Ward.

The poet Anders read aloud from the collection of poems: "I, I, I, my child, I, I, my sister..."

Sisters—think of that warm, gentle, and tender place—let us go there to live together! For, for...

For that beautiful, lovely rose—it, it left on the green, green, green bed—a kiss more powerful than, more powerful than, more powerful than the dead—(Note 1)

Colin, the vain guy who always longed to be in the Heretics' Quarter, was terrified of another escape attempt, so he nervously asked Captain Foster for two sick leaves: "Captain—I'm really not feeling well, please grant me leave—"

Captain Foster, of course, wouldn't tolerate him and refused without giving him a chance to explain: "If you're not feeling well, go to the infirmary and get some medicine. Come back and stay there after you get the medicine."

"I need to go home and rest."

"Then you don't need to come anymore."

"team leader----"

Allen's three years of hibernation were truly worthwhile.

Upon hearing that he had returned to the heretical prison for his rotation, the two priests responsible for night duty in the heretical prison immediately called him and asked him to come over to play cards.

From the moment Jude entered the prison guards' temporary rest room, he deliberately pretended to be bored.

Upon answering the phone, Allen naturally suggested to the priest that he bring Jude along.

The priests, knowing that Jude was Connor's brother, readily agreed.

The two arrived together at the heresy ward, greeted the two priests, and sat down around a square table to play 21 as usual.

point.

"I heard you're pretty good at cards?" The bearded priest chatted with Jude while shuffling the cards, a cigar dangling from his lips.

"It's alright," Jude replied casually, his gaze occasionally drifting towards the prayer room next door.

The prayer room is small and simply decorated, with an exquisite and intricate carpet on the floor, where priests can sit in meditation or kneel in prayer.

In the center stands a statue of the wind god Veridian, which is about two meters tall.

The statue is not solemn or dignified; a handsome young man stands on wings and holds bagpipes, as if dancing in the wind and in the wilderness, his posture quite relaxed and carefree.

This was the first time Jude had ever seriously paid attention to a statue of a god.

He tried to recall the names of the other three gods from his memory.

Goria, the God of Earth.

Sarahia, the Goddess of Water.

Ignis, the God of Fire.

Where did these four deities come from?

What kind of power do they possess?

Why not personally step in and completely eradicate the heretics?

"Draw a card." The bearded priest drew a card first, then gestured with his chin to the other three.

Jude snapped back to reality, drew two more cards, saw that his points had reached 16, absentmindedly stopped playing, and glanced at the prayer room for the first time.

If Edmund really did manage to dig a tunnel in the prayer room beforehand, where exactly would the entrance to the tunnel be?

Underneath the surrounding carpet?

probably not.

The priests go in to pray and clean every day, so if there were a tunnel under their feet, they should be able to easily detect it.

That can only be below the statue.

The statue's location has never been moved, and no one would suspect that a tunnel leading out of the prison is hidden beneath it.

only----

How can I confirm this myself?

You can't just move the idol in front of the priests—

Let's try the law of contact first.

While Allen was still playing a game of points with the two priests, Jude asked himself a question: Is there a tunnel under the statue in the prayer room of the heretical section of the Montorus Men's Heavy Prison in the Kingdom of Florence?

Is there a tunnel beneath the statue in the prayer room of the Heretic Quarter in the Montorus Men's Heavy Prison of the Kingdom of Florence?

Is there a tunnel beneath the statue in the prayer room of the Heretic Quarter in the Montorus Men's Heavy Prison of the Kingdom of Florence?

A mild dizziness struck.

There is no answer.

Yes, it seems that sufficient causal relationships need to be established.

But his plan was to rescue his fellow humans, and the tunnel was the key to the rescue. Wasn't that connection enough?

Or, to be simple and direct, just touch the statue?

"Sigh! The first round is already so unlucky!" In order to get the priests to call him over more often, Allen played very aggressively, and deliberately lost four gold coins in the first round alone.

"Hehe, Alan, you've been fighting with us for so long, you should have improved by now." Another fat priest chuckled and took the banknotes from in front of Alan. "Come on, let's continue."

Jude drew another card and, at the opportune moment, struck up a conversation with the two priests: "How can one become a priest?"

The bearded priest exhaled a puff of smoke: "What? You want to be one?"

"I'm curious about what it feels like to harness the power of the wind," Jude said, offering a very down-to-earth reason.

The bearded priest sneered, "Ha—why don't you ask your brother?"

Jude replied seriously, "He said the requirements for becoming a priest are very high, and I definitely can't do it."

The stout priest scoffed, "No matter how high the threshold is, didn't he still get it through connections?"

"What exactly are the requirements?"

"There are usually two conditions: one is to have been a believer for at least three years, and the other is to have the recommendation of two priests. The final list of candidates is then presented directly to the College of Cardinals for their final decision—" The bearded priest poured cold water on Jude's hopes, "As for you, you really shouldn't even think about it. These days, only about a hundred new priests are appointed each year, and each one has a formidable background and strengths. You're not even a believer, so what makes you think you can become one?"

"I see—" Jude asked thoughtfully, "May I also pray to the gods?"

What are you praying for?

The two priests exchanged a smile, thinking that Connor's younger brother was a bit simple-minded.

Jude was unfazed by the priest's disdain and said seriously, "I really want to become a priest. I'll just be a believer for three years first, and then ask my brother to be my recommender."

The smiles of the two priests faded.

Is this silly boy serious?

If he really wants to be a colleague, with Steele Fernando's backing and Conor Vieira personally acting as his introducer, who knows, in a few years he might actually become his colleague.

"Then—go ahead." The bearded priest granted Jude's request.

"Thank you." Jude ignored Allen's puzzled look, got up and went into the prayer room, knelt down in front of the statue of the wind god Viridian, and slowly pushed his hands forward.

"What kind of pose is that—" The bearded priest's mouth twitched as he saw Jude seemingly doing a yoga pose.

The stout priest sneered in a low voice, "How stupid."

Jude paid no attention and showed no concern.

The priests have no motive to doubt themselves now, so their strange behavior is naturally not taken seriously.

Once the rescue plan begins, these two priests will inevitably die at Alan's hands. Even if they belatedly realize what their actions today mean before they die, they will have no chance to say it.

smooth.

It's cold.

The moment his hands touched the base of the statue, Jude once again questioned me: Is there a tunnel beneath the statue in front of me?

Is there a tunnel beneath the statue in front of me?

Is there a tunnel beneath the statue in front of me?

The answer is—

exist!

Note 1: Charles Pierre Baudelaire, *Les Fleurs du Mal: ​​An Invitation*