The pale little priest''s breathing became more rapid.
He was shaking violently and shook his head subconsciously: "no, it''s not like this, it''s not like this..."
"No... that''s it, that''s it." Loren''s expression was calm, but the unquestionable attitude in his tone even frowned on Victor Hughes on the throne:
"Your Excellency Weber... You just said that life is priceless. The weight of one person''s death is equal to that of 10000 people; about this..."
"I agree very much!"
The voice of the black haired wizard fell, and the little priest who was shocked suddenly looked up and stared at his old friends.
In the silent parliament hall, the silver needle fell to the ground... And there was still a sound.
Albert Tarot sighed heavily, and the expression of the church judge was still very ugly.
The other cabinet ministers also looked different.
In the gloomy chamber, the repressive atmosphere became more and more treacherous.
"And I also firmly believe that this is the same for master Lusaka kovo." Loren''s eyes were bright: "because he has paid everything and even his life for this, hasn''t he?"
"In order to cure the plague he has never seen before and promote the development of Pharmacy... He collects money. He ignores the life and death of patients and doesn''t forget to fight for power and profit in the guild when he is old!"
"In his eyes, those fresh and even his own life are no longer really ''living existence'', but cold data one after another; because in the face of plague and experiment, soul, name and even life are meaningless!"
"Comfort patients, cry for patients and be lenient... These may make a good doctor, but they will never produce a miracle enough to make thousands or even tens of thousands of people live in the face of the plague."
"It''s only possible to treat the next patient immediately and do experiments with hundreds of lives!"
"Nonsense!"
The little priest took a deep breath and looked pale: "in order to save people, do you want thousands of innocent people to die?"
"That''s right... In order to save people, we can only kill first." Loren suddenly widened his eyes: "only by doing so can we avoid more unnecessary deaths... Every fresh human life in the world is bought in this way!"
"What about the dead innocent?"
"Remember them, pray for them and remember their sacrifice... This is the only thing we can do for them."
"That''s all?" the little priest was stunned.
"That''s all!" the black haired wizard solemnly lowered his head: "it''s cruel to say so, but this is the fact... Without their sacrifice, we will never find a real way to cure the problem, and maybe we will never completely eradicate the haze of plague and death."
"In order for more people to live, for the continuation of the Empire, Saxony and even our human race... Sacrifice is always inevitable."
"Heroic blood, innocent blood, sacrificial blood, wronged blood... The same is true for the victims who fell in progress and development again and again!"
"Because of our pharmacy, our medicine, all the lives of our generation... It is made of these dense white bones!"
Loren sighed, and his dark eyes also began to turn red: "in today''s saklan Empire, we enjoy such benefits brought by the development of alchemy, pharmacy and even the whole wizard class, but we never thought of all this... It is based on the sacrifice of some people; all our achievements are obtained through these sacrifices!"
"There is no progress without sacrifice, and there will be no gain without paying." murmured the black haired wizard, "everyone understands this truth, doesn''t it?"
"Then why do people who sacrifice become themselves and everything you care about and cherish; people who usually enjoy all kinds of benefits suddenly turn their faces and say that these things that were originally taken for granted... Are wrong of others?"
"Why did I die?"
"Why didn''t he die?"
"Why does this cold-blooded monster have the face to live?"
"Let me tell you, Weber of the Holy Cross... It''s not Lusaka kovo who killed those poor people, it''s the world, the saxophone empire that is still backward, stupid and unable to do everything!"
"The holy cross that protects our souls may really be omnipotent, but we are the only one who can save the weak, mean, incompetent and foolish!"
"A load of nonsense -!!!!" the little priest roared with tears.
"This is the evidence!" Lauren, who also roared, flushed and smashed the scroll into the little priest''s arms.
"You can accuse lvsack of incompetence, you can accuse lvsack of ruthlessness, you can accuse lvsack of snobbery, greed and cowardice..."
"But you are absolutely not qualified to accuse the pharmacist who paid the price of his life that he did not do his best!"
"When you say these accusations and say these bastards, please touch your conscience and ask yourself..."
"Can you do what he did --?"
"You can do it! Can you get it?!!!"
A hoarse roar echoed over the dead hall.
Clutching his bloody hands, the little priest with tears on his face opened his mouth, and finally didn''t say anything.
"When we talk about who is right and who is wrong, Lusaka kovo is dead." the black haired wizard bit his teeth and looked at the little priest word by word.
Look at this friend who still has a conscience and is still struggling for justice and ideals.
If you want to defeat him, you can''t rely on external forces, power, bribery and violence.
These will only make him braver and braver, defeated and fought again and again... And even, like fascism, do whatever means and cost to defeat himself.
For a guardian and crazy believer who prides himself on justice and can even devote himself to his ideals, he can defeat him
Only his own persistence and the final bottom line.
"The top pharmacist in the empire is dead... And no one can save him this time. No one can give him three-quarters or even one percent hope of survival."
Loren said with difficulty:
"No matter what we do, we will always go to a master who may bring hope to the pharmacy of the Empire and thousands of patients... It was us, our incompetent people... Who killed him with our own hands."
"Even if we want to punish him and put this ruthless butcher to death, we can''t do it... Can''t we?"
The little priest with tears on his face raised his head hard, and the tangle in his eyes had gradually turned into despair.
Without these nobles, the ministers of the former cabinet told themselves that no matter what decision they made
Little priest Weber could actually feel that his pale cheeks were becoming more and more desolate.
I lost.
Completely... Lost to Loren Turin.
Among the silent crowd, the little priest stared at the dark haired wizard with trembling eyes.
As if none of this had happened.
Two people... Still friends who can understand each other.
As a friend... In order to win, I will give you a fatal blow... Lauren''s expression is serious, but there is a little more color in his eyes.
"Weber, don''t you have the last card?" the black haired wizard lowered his voice, and only two people could hear him. "Play it out... Otherwise, you won''t be reconciled, will you?"
The little priest looked at him silently, as if he didn''t understand why Loren wanted to do so.
"We are friends, so I will never blame you for your struggle for your ideals." Lauren''s face showed a faint smile: "but also... As a wizard, I will try my last means to defeat you completely!"
"Priest... Lord Weber, do something!"
Shocked, surprised but calm, the little priest turned slowly and his eyes became more and more firm:
"His Excellency Victor Seuss..."
"I ask to call the last witness, Miss Lina de sallion!"
There was an uproar in the parliament hall!
Loren slowly turned his head and looked through the countless talking nobles; Outside the gate, a figure with black framed glasses appeared at the end of his line of sight.
The proud girl pushed her glasses and gave him an expression of disdain.
Holding the "arrogant" wand tightly in his arms.