Standing under the cross at the holy altar of the Bone Cathedral, Babatila heard her words and felt proud rather than ashad, his face full of the joy of a victor:
"Rest assured, this is just an appetizer; I won't kill you easily.
If you behave well and write letters to your relatives persuading them to serve the Orthodox Church, maybe I can also suppress the onset of your symptoms, making your suffering less intense.
You are worth far more than you imagine, hahaha..."
Now that the Protestant and Orthodox Churches have split, the choice of the clergy determines their ideology. Babatila, being a staunch Orthodox Archbishop, no longer bothers to pretend.
He craves power, he craves money!
"Even though the White Rose York Family are traitorous Bayfolk bowing at our feet and wagging their tails.
But for the sake of money, I don't mind helping them with a minor task.
Especially since they've promised to select a handso little boy from the York Royal Family to 'serve' by my side for a year, this favor becos undeniable.
That is a royal mber counted among the few across the continent. Unless it's voluntary, where else can you find such quality?"
As a warden, Babatila has already devised a series of brilliant plans to extract maximum benefit from the prisoners.
"First, make the prisoners live in unbearable conditions, then let their families purchase appropriate preferential services.
A thousand pounds can exempt from corporal punishnt, two thousand pounds can alleviate pain, three thousand pounds can provide a single room, and four thousand pounds can offer top-quality prison als...
Five thousand pounds plus a little boy can stay in a luxurious cell, ten thousand pounds plus two little boys can have servant service, fifteen thousand pounds plus three little boys can freely enter and exit the prison to expand activity range...
If you give enough money, even execution outside prison is possible.
Next, let the White Rose and Red Rose bid against each other; whoever offers more, I'll listen to them, applying rewards or punishnts.
This way, I can have endless money and countless little boys, hahaha..."
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh complacently, dispelling much of the gloom from his quasi-incarceration in the monastery.
Yet as he laughed, he noticed Vanessa across from him was also laughing, and it was particularly pleasant and lodious.
As the "warden" with the power of life and death, he found it piercingly loud, and his face turned cold with a snort:
"I laugh because your life and death are in my hands, what are you laughing about?"
Vanessa stepped forward, protecting Margaret and the others behind her.
Feeling the calamity aura about to burst around them, along with a raven perched on the windowsill at so point, she winked at Babatila:
"The timing is just right, the unfolding of this [Bone Cathedral] ensures that even if stray bullets deviate, they won't land on us."
The Archbishop frowned deeply upon hearing:
"What nonsense are you talking about? Where are the stray..."
The next mont.
Rumble...
A series of thunderous sounds reached their ears, followed by a shaking of the earth beneath their feet.
"What's happening?!"
Babatila instinctively extended his spiritual radiance from the Bone Cathedral to take a look, and was instantly shocked.
The Divine Domain within the Malta Monastery had automatically expanded to the maximum.
A pure white holy light rapidly rose from the [Zero Level Holy Relic: Holy Prepuce] placed in the central tower, spreading into a bowl-shaped shield at high altitude.
The abbot and abbesses led the nuns in chanting prayers loudly:
"The Holy Father encourages us to spread the gospel of peace, to bear the fruits of peace, to connect with each other in peace, to end wars of injustice!"
"I will destroy evil beasts from your land, and swords will not pass through your land!"
They concentrated the holy light with full force onto the Divine Domain barrier.
Yet the latter groaned under the countless terrifying bombardnts, as though the end of the world had arrived.
Between the intervals of cannon fire, you could see the sea surface adorned with the black sails of the Barbary Pirate flag, but even a fool would know that the main force of the [Ocean Throne] is building a nation on the Southern Continent.
Where would they have ti to co to the Inland Sea to wreak havoc?
Babatila paused and imdiately guessed their identity, gnashing his teeth:
"It's the Uncrowned King's Pirate Fleet!
Compared to the White Rose willing to be a dog, the Red Rose Lancaster is nothing but rebellious, born traitorous.
Not only did they not attack the Protestant Princes as ordered by the Holy Spirit, but they sohow found the place where their kin were imprisoned, and ca to break them out; how is that possible?!"
He wanted to issue a distress signal but found a flawed trident mark with only two blades appeared high above, firmly blocking all information interaction.
In the eyes of others, the Malta Monastery seed exactly as it did before the attack.
Not to ntion the densely packed pirate fleets on the sea, even the soaring cannon fire couldn't be seen or heard.
Even those on the island in the Order of Malta Knights were completely unaware.
This is exactly what Heather's "Solid State" halberd blade symbolized: preventing all material transformation, becoming even more powerful with Saranthe's blessing of the "Gaseous State" halberd blade.
To the Archbishop, misfortune compounds as he turned to seize hostages to threaten the [Uncrowned King] to retreat.
Under the untenable burden, the power used to suppress the prisoners within the Divine Domain rapidly dwindled, almost vanishing in monts, with the killing rules disappearing with it.
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