"The sinner who blasphemed God."

"Leicester, what did you do."

“Stand out and admit your crime.”

"Why is the priests of the Temple of Insae not judge such evildoers."

Someone threw the stone into Leicester's home and smashed the glass of the window.

The rolling stones came to Leicester's feet.

Lester sat at the table, bowed his head and threw himself in the middle of the mountain of books.

He glanced at the stone under his feet and listened to the noisy sound outside.

He held his face with both hands.

Taking a deep breath and continuing to write.

There were crowds of people outside Leicester's home. These were all families with "living dead" patients at home, and there were also a small number of onlookers who heard that Leicester was conducting evil experiments.

Dozens or hundreds of people yelled and scolded outside the door. Fortunately, there was a servant blocking him at the door so he did not rush in and did not disperse from morning to night.

That night, the servants said goodbye to Leicester.

These servants dared not look up at Leicester, because Leicester is really good to them on weekdays.

But someone still stood up and bowed to Leicester and said.

"Mr. Leicester."

"I really can't stand it anymore. There is some danger here. You'd better move to a safe place."

"Or go to the countryside to avoid the limelight for a while and come back later."

Leicester didn't say anything.

He silently paid the servants and watched them leave.

Until the last servant left, he called out to the other party.

"Help me do the last thing!"

The servant nodded: "No problem, Mr. Lester."

He said to the last servant who left.

"I'll move out tomorrow. You can help me with a sign for selling houses at the door."

Put on a dark robe, Lester walked down the street with his head down.

Now in this Cross City, he could only take advantage of the night to quietly walk out of the house.

On the dark streets, he walked towards his medical clinic.

At the intersection in the middle of the city, he suddenly saw gravels all over the ground.

There are some people who step on the feet.

He raised his head.

I discovered that the tall statue erected by civilians in the city to commemorate him was pushed to the ground, half of which had been smashed and unrecognizable.

The other half will probably continue to smash it tomorrow and then drag it out of the city as scrap.

Lester felt as if his chest was blocked, and he couldn't speak for a long time, but just stared blankly.

After a long time, I said something.

"it's over."

"My glory is... so short!"

Leicester once thought that he would become a figure like Saint Stan Tito in Cross City, but now he thinks it is so ridiculous.

Not only is he not remembered by everyone after his death like the saint, but everything he has was pushed down when he was alive.

Lester came to his clinic, and the things inside the clinic were emptied.

There was only one apprentice waiting for him.

The apprentice handed him the key: "Mr. Leicester, I've been waiting for you all the time."

Lester looked at the key: "Then disband!"

The door of the clinic was closed, and only Lester was left in the empty clinic.

Lester sat alone on the ground, hiding himself in the darkness.

The moon gradually rose, and a little light finally came to the dark corner, but Lester did not move.

Until dawn he suddenly broke out.

He took off the white pottery from Leicester Medical College and smashed it to pieces on the ground.

"Go!"

"Go all!"

Lester held his face and stood up, then bent down deeply.

"I did something wrong, but I have saved more people!"

"I have saved thousands of people, I have helped countless people get rid of their pain, I have taught my medical skills to apprentices after apprenticeship, and I have shared my medical skills with others without reservation."

"Are my achievements fake? All of them were erased in one failure?"

Lester kicked the fragments on the ground away and waved his hands furiously.

"Why should I save someone? If there is any problem, I will blame it on my head."

"Why?"

"Why?"

"You begged me to save people, you begged me to save people, you weren't you who must go and save them."

In the end, he could only kneel on the ground and sobbed.

Everything he had was lost at this moment.

Lester returned home and the servant had already left.

A sign for sale was hung at the door of the yard.

It was dawn the next day.

By the time people gathered around, it looked empty.

The door is locked.

Never opened again.

But in fact, Leicester locked himself in his room day and night, hiding in his laboratory all day long.

In the laboratory.

As a female corpse shone with light, a illusory and hazy shadow gradually floated up from the corpse.

Lester recognized it, he recognized the figure.

The shadow seemed to be saying something to him, but Lester couldn't hear it at all.

He stepped forward excitedly and wanted to hug the other person.

"You're back."

"You're finally back."

The way the "God of Knowledge" gave him to resurrect the dead was to transform the remaining memories of his wife's remaining brain into ghosts.

But this is not over yet, but just the beginning.

He also had to recreate his body with the bloodstone of life and stuff his wife's ghost in it.

According to what the god said, he could raise his wife.

Lester will touch his wife's ghost with his hands, his palms penetrate the spirit.

He put down his palm in disappointment, but immediately the gloss of hope surged in his eyes.

"It's just the last step."

"It's just a short time..."

“The last step.”

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The Temple of Insae in the Cross City received an oral order from the City of Descendants, as well as a scroll with a cipher text printed on it.

The scroll says that the God of Knowledge was recognized as a demon by the Temple of Insae and no one is allowed to sacrifice or believe in him.

I heard that there was also a belief in the so-called "God of Knowledge" in the Cross City, and someone from the City of God immediately sent over.
To be continued...