Chapter 152: The Inquisition

The large bell on the steeple of the church was the last to fall from a height.

The bell fell to the ground along with his shelf, and the bell fell to pieces and fell to the ground with a loud sound, the last wail of the giant bell.

A group of grizzled professors, surrounded by little Descartes, all hid behind the pedestal of the statue of the Virgin, and they did not want to leave even if there was no more gunfire in the church square.

They are the only team in this square that is not chaotic.

Everyone hid behind the pedestal like a quail, just mechanically making a cry like "God, God......".

Little Descartes felt the blood in his nose, slowly pooling into a bead of blood on the tip of his nose, and when the force of gravity was greater than the stickiness of the bead, the bead would leave the tip of his nose and land on his chest.

The beautiful white gown with a lot of wrinkles was already stained with blood, and so did his mouth, and he even felt that if he opened his mouth, his mouth must be stained red with blood.

It's embarrassing.

However, only such an embarrassed appearance can match the scale of the attack encountered today.

The blood beads on the tip of the nose stay on the tip of the nose for longer and longer, which indicates that the blood vessels in the nose have begun to close on their own, which is a good thing.

Professor Paris's reddened hair was stained with dust and blood, and his pale face grew paler, always reminding little Descartes of the legendary Count Dacula.

The rest of the professors didn't look much better, but compared to the nobles in the middle of the square, their injuries could hardly be called injuries, and the most serious ones were just being smashed in the head by a flying stone.

There was a wail in the square.

Professor Paris finally mustered up the courage to leave the safe haven of the pedestal, and took part in the rescue, and little Descartes naturally took an active part, when he tore open his beautiful white gown and wrapped the broken calf of a young girl, and when he saw the girl looking at him with hope, he kissed the girl on the forehead and said, "God willing, you are lucky." ”

The girl fainted, and little Descartes threw her in the rubble and continued to look for the next survivor.

Whether you live or not, it depends on your fate-

However, thinking of Zhang Liang and Qiao Yong's evaluation of European doctors, Little Descartes felt that the possibility of that girl becoming lame was too great.

Having helped a beautiful lady with a peculiar smell to wrap her head, little Descartes took a short cigarette from his pocket and lit it on a wooden pillar that was still smoking.

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

At this time, the smell of the square was very bad, and the smell of gunpowder was very strong, but what made people's nose feel uncomfortable was not the smell of gunpowder smoke and scorched wood, but the thick and almost inseparable smell of blood, and the stench mixed in with the blood.

When the gunpowder exploded, it did not tear people apart, and those who were flattened were caused by falling stones, and there was one at his feet, a fat woman, and on her body was a heavy stone statue pressed against her, which was originally set in the edge of the minaret to drain water.

Little Descartes glanced up at the remnants of the minaret, and did not feel that the woman needed to be rescued, after all, everything in her body had been squeezed out by this stone statue, and the whole person was like a cockroach that had been trampled on by him.

The headless body lying beside her was supposed to be her husband, and it was obvious that her husband's head had been knocked off by a shell, so he died a more dignified death, and the intricate lace of his neck was intact.

At the edge of the square, the soldiers of the Knights of the Crazy Earth had already hanged many people, some of whom might have just been hanged, their bodies still writhing violently.

In terms of clothing, the hanged men wore similar clothes to those of the Assassins.

A soldier of the Order shyly withdrew a beautiful ring from the smashed-woman woman's only intact hand in front of Descartes, who pointed to the man's corpse and indicated that he also had a ring on his hand.

The soldier smiled at little Descartes with his mouth full of rotten teeth, and then took off the man's ring, this time for granted.

Descartes Jr. said, "Have you caught the assassin?" Can I carry out the execution myself? ”

The soldier looked at little Descartes with pity and said, "No, they ran fast, why, your little lover was smashed and his leg was broken?" ”

"Is His Majesty the Pope alright?"

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

Without hesitation, Descartes took the blue gem and threw it to the soldiers.

The soldier caught the gem and quickly put it away, then looked at little Descartes seriously and said, "Just now, my cousin was responsible for participating in the rescue of His Majesty the Pope, and His Majesty the Pope did not die. ”

Little Descartes let out a long sigh of relief, and was about to say the words God forbid, only to find the damned soldier smiling at the four large pearls on his cuffs.

Little Descartes immediately gave the pearl buttons to the vampire.

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

The soldier pointed to the poor woman on the ground who had only one skin left.

Descartes the Younger drew a crosstalk on his chest; "Thank God."

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

As for the wounded, they were also carried into the prayer house.

Along the way, they encountered many miserable and unspeakable corpses, and a group of people walked into the prayer courtyard in despair, not caring about others.

Only little Descartes stubbornly carried the girl with the broken leg on her back, not allowing the lewd soldiers to touch her.

A gloomy-looking cardinal was waiting for them there.

"Correct your attitude and maintain enough respect for this adult."

As soon as he entered the prayer house, Professor Paris solemnly said to Descartes.

"Why?"

"Because he is Lord Aspeter, the chief inquisitor of the famous Inquisition."

"Is he the one who took away my mother's wealth from me?"

"Forget about it, kid."

Paris's face became serious, with a hint of warning in it.

Cardinal Aspeter abandoned his usual hypocrisy and said bluntly 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 there is still a glimmer of hope for your soul to be saved, then stand up and tell me who is plotting to kill His Holiness the Pope.

Remember, this is the only thing you can do to prove that your soul has not fallen into hell. ”

The nobles present did not show any form of surprise at what happened in front of them, and even today, after such a terrible event, it was the greatest luck to be alive.

A nobleman with a big belly wanted to get out of this hell quickly, so he took out a large stack of things from his bosom and slapped them in front of Aspeter, and then walked away, and the soldiers guarding the door of the prayer house did not stop him.

Professor Paris smiled and whispered to little Descartes, "Indulgences, we also have a lot of them, and we bought a lot of them to rescue your grandfather.

I've got some on me, and it should be enough. ”

Little Descartes nodded, continued to look at the cardinal, and saw that the rest of the nobles took out indulgences and placed them in front of him, and then left the prayer house.

Everyone lined up and seemed to acquiesce in the robbery.

That's right, robbery, and indulgences are another marketable security issued by the Pope.

This kind of securities is of no use anywhere else, except in the Inquisition, and can be used for money, after all, the purpose of its issuance in the first place was to fight the law through money.

The Pope is very trustworthy about the fact that the guilty can be exonerated as long as they pay the indulgence.

The girl with the broken leg woke up again in a red faint, and when she figured out her situation, she looked at little Descartes in despair, after all, among this group, she only knew little Descartes.

Paris had already paid the indulgences and left the prayer house, and the little Descartes looked at the door, and then at the poor girl, and decisively put the indulgences in her hand in the girl's hand, and the girl did not dare to faint anymore, and kept thanking little Descartes.

Seeing the girl being carried away, little Descartes came to the cardinal and said, "Your Excellency, I am not an assassin or a miser, but I don't have any indulgences now, can you allow me to go home and take them and give them to Your Excellency?" ”

Cardinal Aspieter looked at the young man in front of him and said coldly: "God only blesses those who are prepared. ”

Descartes Jr. lowered his head and slowly retreated into the distance.

Aspeter looked at this well-behaved, kind, and docile young man, and even if he was as hard-hearted as iron, he had some good feelings for this young man.

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

Things didn't go as Descartes Jr. expected.

Those who took out the indulgences and left, when he came to the prison, saw them again, including the maiden with the broken leg.

He knew that after such a huge event, all those who survived would not be so easy to pass, and Descartes Jr. even thought that those who had a large amount of indulgences on them might be even more suspicious in the eyes of the cardinal.

Sure enough, little Descartes soon saw the nobleman who was the first to take out a large amount of indulgences and leave, and the nobleman at this time was just a fat man after taking off his clothes.

Moreover, this fat man was already covered in blood, and his whole head was swollen like a pig's head, and even so, he would soon be tortured in front of everyone.

In the early days of Christianity, it was forbidden to use punishment to bleed the victim to death, but more than 300 years ago, it was deposed by a certain pope, so now, the Inquisition can use many strange punishments.

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

The two black-clothed priests each stuffed two pears into the fat nobleman's mouth and Gu Dao, and then, they shook the handle behind the pear vigorously, and the fat man's mouth expanded at a speed that was incomprehensible to ordinary people, presumably, his Gu Dao was the same.

Just when Descartes thought that the fat man was about to explode, the executing priests stopped the execution, and then Descartes saw that the fat man confessed his guilt very happily.

Moreover, little Descartes could hear it clearly, and this guy's confession seemed to be exactly the same thing he did, if it weren't for this guy's own admission that he had colluded with the Ottoman Empire and wanted to kill the pope.

Even little Descartes thought this guy was his accomplice!