Chapter 68 68. To Everyone Who Has, More Will Be Given to Him, and He Will Be Enriched; From Everyone Who Does Not Have, Even What He Has Will Be Taken Away From Him.

Goulard was awakened by a dazzling fire. He was horrified to find that he was tied to a chair, his hands were tied behind his back, and his feet were tied to the legs of the chair. A rag was stuffed in his mouth, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

We were in an open space with no other lighting except the torches in front of us, and the darkness around us gave people an indescribable feeling.

It was as if in that darkness, there was hidden what he feared the most.

Who kidnapped him? Those guys with the ferocious pig teeth? Or Old Paine of Sampan Rum?

Damn it, how did they find themselves?

It was obvious that all three hiding places were guarded by his subordinates. Even Goulard himself just rolled the dice to choose where to go before taking a rest. No one could know his exact movements.

No matter what, Goulard decided that it was important to escape first, and it would not be too late to figure out other things later.

But just as Goulard tried to untie the rope that bound him, the constantly shaking torch illuminated the darkness around him. What appeared in front of him made his eyes widen, blood rushed to his head, and his whole body began to struggle.

Because his wife and children, who were secretly raised by him in the village outside Fairhaven, and whose existence was known only to his close confidants, were now tied up like him, and their heads hanging down were obviously still in a coma.

And the burning torch wasn't a torch at all, but Bodie, who he spent a lot of money to get and was regarded as the family's watchdog.

Bodi's mouth was pierced and tied up with wires, and his limbs were also treated in the same way. Through Bodi's eyes, Gullard could clearly see how painful the other party was being burned by the flames. But Bodie couldn't scream, couldn't express his pain in any way.

It could only be hung in mid-air, constantly twisting its body, allowing the flames to burn bit by bit and devour its body bit by bit. The body's violent struggle caused it to sway in mid-air, and the burned body even came close to Goulard's wife and children, causing it to ignite.

The fighting energy in Goulard's body was circulating, and when he was about to break the rope around him, a hand pressed on his shoulder from behind.

In an instant, Gullard's power seemed to have encountered a natural enemy. He did not obey the master's command at all, and lurked in the body without daring to move at all.

“God says: To everyone who has, more will be given and he will be enriched; but from everyone who doesn’t have, even what he has will be taken away from him.”

The person who came had no intention of concealing anything. Whether it was the voice or the sleeves of the priest's uniform glimpsed through the firelight, they all told Goulard the identity of the person behind him.

"Mr. Goulard, you feel that God has never helped you. Everything you have is created by yourself. Then I don't owe you anything. Taking everything away from you seems to be in line with common sense. "

"after all……"

The hand on his shoulder was like a boulder pressing down on his body. Not only was Gullad unable to mobilize his power, he couldn't even choose to close his eyes because Mo Cheng didn't give him the right to close his eyes.

Gullard could only watch helplessly, watching Bodi, who liked to pounce on him and play with him, twitching and twitching in the flames, and finally hanging there like a piece of roasted meat, quietly exuding a burning sensation. The smell of burnt meat.

"...There is a lot of pain in your life. You should be given more pain to make you rich. Happiness does not belong to you. God has not given you happiness. Things that can give you happiness should be deprived of you."

Goulard's eyes widened and he struggled violently and crazily. He understood. He naturally understood the meaning of Mo Cheng's words.

But so what?

Goulard's power, Goulard's organization, Goulard's identity, and even his mind, everything about him is in Mo Cheng's hands at this moment.

With just a slight force, [everything] of Gulade will be taken away.

Mo Cheng's fingertips lit up with pure light, no warmth, no holiness, just extremely pure light.

That light did not bring any salvation, nor did it create any miracles. It decomposed Bodi's body bit by bit, leaving only a dead dog's head.

The dog's head fell from the air and shattered in front of Goulard's eyes, like an object that could not be put back together.

"Lost Lamb, I believe you just lost your way because of the temptation of the devil. You will eventually return to the embrace of God and believe in the truth, goodness, and beauty of the world."

Goulard looked at Mo Cheng blankly. The figure under the overly ornate priest uniform was not a human figure. It had wings, and its mouth was split like a piranha, revealing circles of sharp teeth. His whole body was covered with A creature with an aura of endless fear.

"Repent."

Known as [Shrewd Gulard], he completed the tasks given by Mo Cheng thoroughly and resolutely. He lowered his head and had an expression on his face that not even many believers, not even the most senior priests, had ever achieved. The most sincere confession I have ever seen.

Whether it's a show or sincerity, it doesn't matter.

What matters is him at this moment...

So cute...

...like an obedient dog!

"very good."

Goulard's reaction made Mo Cheng very satisfied, "You are very talented."

"Tick tock, tick tock!"

Big tears fell from Gulade's face, and they kept falling. I don't know if he was sad for the tragic death of Bodi, who was like a friend, or if he had a premonition of what would happen next.

"Please..." Goulard's voice was trembling, but there was a flattering smile on his face, which was completely different from the confident and elegant smile he saw in the evening.

Full of pity and sadness.

"...Please let me do it."

He guessed what Mo Cheng wanted to do, "Everything he doesn't have, even what he has, will be taken away. Let me, a person who doesn't deserve happiness, come..."

"Come……"

His voice was choked and trembling. Facing the smile of the priest in front of him, Goulard fell forward. The body tied to the chair immediately leaned forward and knelt down, touching his head to the ground, "Let me kill them."

They refer to Gulade's wife and children.

Goulard could understand Mo Cheng's words, his behavior, and even what fate awaited him.

Mo Cheng would use the same method he used to treat Bodi to deal with his family in front of him, and let his family die miserably, extremely miserably, and inhumanely in front of his eyes.

Goulard had no choice. Just as Mo Cheng said at the time, [God] really came to punish him.

He could only kneel down on the ground, beg, pray, and use the most humble gesture in exchange for a possibility.

Let him take matters into his own hands so that his wife and children can leave this world without being tortured.

"Haha! You are very smart."

Goulard felt like he had fallen into the coldest ice cellar. His whole body was stiff and unable to move. His mouth kept opening and closing but could not make a sound, like a dying fish.

The moonlight and starlight didn't know when they shone on him, and Gullard found that he was able to move, and there were no traces of being tied up on his body.

The demon-like priest also disappeared, as if melting into the darkness.

But Goulard failed to discover what he valued most at the scene.

No wife, no children, no dog, it was as if everything just now was a dream.

A nightmare that I don’t want to recall.

Except the note in his hand told him that it was not a dream before.

The note read, "For whoever has, more will be given to him and he will be enriched; from whoever does not have, even what he has will be taken away from him." 】

Because of the situation yesterday, I posted it early today.

I don’t mean to break the chapter. I wrote it until two or three in the morning yesterday. I had to go to bed. No way, I still have to go to work on Monday.

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