The Players and the Protagonist Want to Kill Me – Chapter 606

Chapter 2: New Century (Epilogue)

“Lived long enough?”

Xi Wei sneered inwardly, thinking what a terrible phrase that was.

“Father Brill,” he said, tilting his head, his expressionless face continuing, “entrusting important powers of the Divine Temple to a demon without conscience and with ulterior motives, you bear no small responsibility for the series of tragedies. I will strip you of your status as priest.”

The old priest froze upon hearing this, lowering his head in shame. He opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

He placed the Gospel on the table, along with his reading glasses.

“I am old,” he sighed. “Perhaps the Goddess’s divine grace needs to be spread by young people with true faith.”

“It is never faith or youth that spreads divine grace,” Xi Wei said, gazing out the window. Five angelic statues were neatly arranged in the courtyard. The maidservant he had dragged from her bed earlier was already terrified out of her wits. He withdrew his gaze, muttering to himself, “It is responsibility and the human heart.”

Did the female priests in the Divine Temple disappear without the believers and priests knowing?

They saw each other every day.

The frequent changes in a few female priests must have been noticed by many, but the evil deeds committed by Bishop Onions only surfaced now. It could only be said that those priests and believers had simply turned a blind eye.

Xi Wei’s gaze swept over everyone present.

No one dared to meet his eyes.

When Bishop Onions’s misdeeds were exposed, these priests and believers had cried out louder than anyone else. But this was not due to a newfound conscience, because when Shanna’s identity as a follower of the God of Deception was first revealed, these people had also cried out fiercely.

Xi Wei found it all very tiresome.

He shook his head and looked at Yogg-Saron, who also wore a grim expression.

“As the City Lord of Dragonflame City, how do you intend to handle this matter?”

Yogg-Saron raised his eyebrows. He knew that the King of Winter was not just talking about punishing Bishop Onians, but about the subsequent impact of this incident and how to prevent similar events from happening again.

“At its core, this matter is due to Father Brill entrusting power to the wrong person,” Yogg-Saron paused, frowning, and after a moment of thought, asked cautiously,

“Your Majesty, should we intervene in the management of religious power transitions? For example, by assessing and supervising the character and moral conduct of new priests and bishops, to ensure their personal integrity as much as possible?”

“Your idea only treats the symptoms, not the root cause,” Xi Wei said, stroking his sword hilt as he walked out of the room with Bai Yao. He turned to look at a confused Yogg-Saron and said,

“What if the supervisors themselves commit wrongdoing? Then wouldn’t the selected clergy still be demons and monsters?” He smiled and pointed to the five statues standing in the cold wind, his tone tinged with sadness.

“The reason these women sought out Onions was mostly because they couldn’t survive. Only one or two were trying to curry favor with power. Such people are indeed not worthy of sympathy, but we must try to prevent ordinary people who cannot survive from becoming victims of demons like Onions.”

“I understand what you mean,” Yogg-Saron said, scratching his head.

“However, there are no suitable jobs for women in Dragonflame City. The jobs we can currently offer civilians are building city walls and renovating houses. Women cannot do this kind of work.”

“Can women really not do it?” Xi Wei retorted.

“A man can transport a cartload of stones in one trip. If a woman lacks the strength, she can at most transport half a cart. Why do you think women cannot handle strenuous work?” He reached out and patted Yogg-Saron’s shoulder, earnestly admonishing him,

“You are a very capable person. It would be even better if you could cast aside your prejudices between men and women. After all, you were also born from a mother’s womb.”

Yogg-Saron savored the King of Winter’s words.

The two waited for a moment in Bishop Onions’s courtyard.

Finally, a squad of knights entered with a gray-robed man.

“Good day, Your Majesty.”

The gray-robed man saluted Xi Wei with a clenched fist on one hand, then took out a sheepskin scroll from inside his robe.

He had investigated what the follower of the God of Deception, Shanna, had done while serving as a priest in the Temple of Abundance.

This information came from the informants that Gray Eagle had planted in Dragonflame City.

Every detail about Shanna was meticulously recorded, even the style of clothes she wore each day when she went out.

Xi Wei took the scroll from the Gray Eagle member and read it carefully.

Beside him, Yogg-Saron and the Executor Viscount Tord looked at each other, feeling a chill run down their spines. They realized that all the rustling of leaves and grass in Dragonflame City was within the King of Winter’s grasp.

“May I ask who you are?” Yogg-Saron extended his hand, adopting a humble posture, and proactively extended an olive branch to the gray-robed man.

The gray-robed man was completely concealed from head to toe, his appearance hidden, only a pair of bright eyes shone with sharp intelligence.

“Lord Yogg-Saron, you have been governing Dragonflame City very well during your tenure, but…” the gray-robed man’s tone hesitated, as if unsure whether to speak, but finally said with a peculiar look,

“But, I personally feel that as a man, one should not wear bright red underpants, don’t you agree, Viscount Tord? Your underpants today are green, and they quite match Lord Yogg-Saron’s, I must say.”

The gray-robed man’s words made Yogg-Saron’s face stiffen, and he awkwardly withdrew his outstretched hand. He silently adjusted his trousers, a fine layer of sweat beading on his forehead.

Viscount Tord next to him was no better off.

He stared at the gray-robed man, wide-eyed.

His mind began to eliminate his personal guards one by one.

Gods above!

Who could have leaked the information?

He was indeed wearing green underpants, but only his wife knew about it. It was impossible for his wife of several decades to be an informant for the King of Winter’s intelligence organization, right?

That was too terrifying.

After saying this, the gray-robed man’s eyes curved into a smile as he stood behind the King of Winter, appearing extremely respectful.

Yogg-Saron and Viscount Tord knew that the King of Winter was deliberately trying to put them in their place.

However, they didn’t dare to say anything. Instead, their reverence for the King of Winter grew even stronger.

Truly a scion nurtured by the Jinshi Family.

Yogg-Saron sighed inwardly in admiration.

At first, he had thought that Duke Manhattan had been too hasty in entrusting the important Dragonflame City to him. After all, he was merely a veteran Great Knight and, by rights, should not have been qualified to hold the title of Earl.

Now he finally understood. This was the absolute confidence of the Jinshi Family, because the King of Winter had enough leverage to control him.

Xi Wei observed everything that happened around him, and did not stop the gray-robed man from intimidating them.

As a king, having military strength alone was not enough.

He also needed to instill a sense of unfathomable mystery in his subjects.