Chapter 8 Hades Priests and Slaves

At that time, the people of Naxos were still relatively unfamiliar with the Temple of Hades, and Coriontus had the responsibility of spreading the teachings. After seven years, the people here have completely accepted Hades, the benevolent Hades, and the people who worship him every day are far better than Demeter. hard work.

The prison was dark, damp, and smelled bad. Corinthus had been here many times, and he was already used to it. He ignored the pleas of the other prisoners in the cages on both sides, and walked through the passage in the middle to a cage.

The jailer opened the lock and pushed open the iron gate.

Corinthus walked into the cage, and a bloody smell hit his nostrils.

Collintus frowned and took a few more steps. Through the dim light from the narrow window, he saw a naked man lying in the haystack in the corner, blood oozing from the dense scars. It has dried up outside the body and turned into a blood gar, turning him into a blood man from top to bottom. He lay there motionless, and could only hear very weak breathing...

Corinthus turned his head to look at Diocassis, who was following behind him, and said in a reproachful tone, "Why did you hit so hard?!"

Facing the priest's reproachful gaze, Diocassis felt a little ashamed, and said hesitantly, "He...he has always refused to tell the truth..."

"Go out, you don't have to stay here." Corentus said in a deep voice.

"It's too dangerous here, venerable priest!" a jailer warned.

"Don't worry, with Hades' blessing, he won't hurt me!" Corinthus said firmly.

Diocassis and his men had to go out.

"Bring me a few cans of boiling water by the way." Corinthus demanded again.

After they left, Coriontus and the two priests who came with him carefully carried the slave to the simple bed next to him.

Collintus has been to the prison many times and already has a lot of experience. He asked his subordinates to carry two large medicine chests, one filled with medicine for trauma and the other filled with clean linen. After the boiling water was delivered, he and his subordinates first dipped a linen cloth in the water and began to wipe the blood from the slave's body. At the wound, they will gently peel off the blood mixed with soil and wheatgrass, and remove the green pus from the wound little by little...

You must know that Helps was instructed by Davos to send doctors many times to train the basic skills of medical rescue for the priests of the Temple of Hades. Corinthus is considered to have studied hard, plus many years of hard work. In practice, his level of treating trauma is no less than that of an ordinary Dr. Dionia.

However, the pain of cleaning the affected area still caused the slave to wake up from the coma. In a trance, he saw the person squatting in front of him wearing a white robe and a simple black "A" letter drawn on his chest. He subconsciously struggled to think. To sit up.

"You don't move, wait for me to give you the medicine and tie the bandages." The slave trembled slightly: this kind voice is so familiar, and he is on September 9th every year at the Naxos Hades celebration. The sounds of freeing slaves heard were extremely similar.

"...The merciful Priest of Corinthus?!" he shouted uncertainly in a hoarse voice.

"It's me." This answer, like a beam of warm sunlight shone into the heart of the slave's dead silence, made his eyes instantly moist. He forced his head up and stared blankly at the old man who was very holy in his heart. He poured a cool and comfortable wound medicine, and then used clean cloth to stick and bind the wounds one by one... His white robe was stained with dust and blood, and his wrinkled face was full of sweat. The old man didn't care at all, his expression was so focused.

Collintus finally finished his work, reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and asked, "What's your name?"

no respond.

He looked up and saw that the slave was already full of tears, looking straight at him, but bit his lip and didn't make a sound.

Corinthus felt a little relieved: it seemed to be possible.

So, his expression became serious and he said, "I knew I was crying at this time, but you brutally killed so many people before!"

"I didn't—" The slave saw that the person he respected most misunderstood him, and almost blurted out the truth, he quickly closed his mouth, and then said unwillingly: "After I died, I met the three judges, they Give me a fair trial."

"Fair trial?" Colliontus pondered for a while, then said slowly: "If you didn't kill, then you're lying, aren't you afraid of being sentenced to tongue-pulling hell and accepting endless torment?! What's more, if you hide the facts and let the real criminal escape punishment, you are an accomplice. The three judges will make you bear half of the guilt he committed. This is not just as simple as pulling your tongue, you are ready. ?"

The slave's face changed greatly after hearing this, and he quickly lowered his head, but he saw the muscles on his arms protruding, and the linen cloth that had just been tied immediately oozes blood.

"Don't use force on your hand, or the wound you just put on the medicine will open again!" Corinthus immediately patted his arm with concern, seeing that he was still clenching his fists, so he asked softly: "You What is your name?"

"...Laksay." The slave squeezed out a sentence.

"Are you a Numibian?" Colintus said, looking at his dark skin, "I heard from the inspector that four of the girls killed were Numibians, and they were all Numibians. your countrymen!"

Laxe shuddered.

"According to the inspector, when the six corpses were buried, they were neatly arranged, and each had an opor in its mouth. The murderer would not have been so kind... Aksai, this is all It's your kindness in your heart that prompted you to do this..." Corinthus sighed and said with a certain tone: "I believe you are by no means a murderer, you are just forced to obey the command of the real murderer!"

Laksey's shoulders shook even more, and low sobbing could be heard.

"Child, it must be very painful to live like this..." Collintus sighed again, his tone became severe: "But... there is a chance to catch the murderer now and let him be severely punished by the law, but you have to replace it. He took the blame and let him have the opportunity to hurt more Numibian girls in the future, do you really bear it?! Are you really willing?!"

"I'm not reconciled!" Laxe raised his head with tears in his eyes, and roared excitedly: "But I'm just a slave, he's a big man, my wife and my two daughters are in his hands, what can I do? What can I do?!!"

"Hades is the most just god, whether it is a slave or a senator, he is treated equally. His Majesty Davos adheres to his will and formulated the "Dionysian Law" to protect all the kindness in the Dionysian kingdom The one who punishes all the wicked. Don't have any qualms, speak up, speak the truth! Hades above, your devout believer Coriontus swears to you that I will protect Aksai. Wife and daughter, never let them suffer any harm!"

Aksai watched in amazement as Coreentus pressed his left hand to his chest and raised his right hand, and swore an oath reverently. An endless gratitude rose in his heart. This gratitude melted the barriers in his heart, and he fell to his knees with a "thump". in front of Corinthus.

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Diocassis walked into the living room of Naxos City Hall, and as soon as he saw Stromboli, he said excitedly: "Sir, your suggestion really works, that slave finally told the truth!"

Stromboli said with some self-satisfaction and some emotion: "I only know that the slaves of the kingdom trust the Temple of Hades the most. From time to time, slaves from various places come to the Temple of Hades to complain about their grievances. This is also related to the case of Polyxis that caused a sensation in Greater Greece more than ten years ago..."

"My lord." Diocassis took a few steps forward and whispered with a slightly dignified expression: "The slave also revealed another thing about Laodice..."

Stromboli looked at his expression and said in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

Diocassis did not speak, but handed him the transcript in his hand.

Stromboli read the record carefully, but his two white eyebrows gradually twisted together, his face filled with surprise, he suddenly pressed the record hard on the table, and asked anxiously: "What he said is true. of?!"

"He said he didn't do it, it was another slave who had committed suicide and had been secretly doing it, but he was drunk once and confided to him...I can't confirm the truth of this right now. ." Dio Cassis showed a rare hesitation: "After all, this directly involves the elder Laodisian... So I came to ask you for instructions."

"You are right, don't act without authorization." Stromboli nodded in approval of Diocassis's approach, but in his mind he was recalling the few years he had been in power in Naxos, and he vaguely heard something rumor.

He held his hands behind his back, hunched his back, and walked slowly in the living room with a solemn expression.

Diocassis waited silently beside him.

After a while, Stromboli mused: "Who else knows about this?"

"Me and two of my most trusted men...and the Priest of Corinthus..."

"Tell your subordinates, never say it! Otherwise—" Stromboli's eyes flashed fiercely.

"I understand, my lord."

"I will talk to the priest about this. He is a wise man. What's more, the law stipulates that priests are not allowed to interfere in political affairs." Stromboli stroked his beard, looked at Diocassis, and ordered: " You drag the case first, keep Paphogras in custody, but don't try him, and the slave will be held as before for the time being... I'll go and tell Judge Ardaurus that he will give you grace After some time, I believe he will still give this old man a favor... Now, I'm going to prepare to write a letter to His Majesty. You hurry back and take care of your inspection post."

Watching Laodyssian leave, Stromboli stared down at the record on the table, and a sneer appeared on his wrinkled face: "Will you be the second Polyxis, Laodyssian? "

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At the same time, in the residence of Antonios, the Minister of Military Affairs of the Kingdom of Dionia in the inner city of Turien, Antonios was sitting in the courtyard with his nephew, enjoying the food while talking.

At this moment, it is already evening, night falls, and the bright moon rises. But a dozen candles as thick as a child's arm were lit in the courtyard to illuminate Antonio's mansion. The three children chased and froliced ​​in the surrounding corridors by the bright candlelight, and the crisp laughter continued.