After a while, he sat on the ground, as if he had lost his strength in an instant, and said to himself:

"Ho...so what about the prisoner? So what about giving up everything?"

"No more, I have nothing. As a poor man, an impure person with werewolf blood in his body, no matter how great the contribution I make, I will not be recognized..."

"This world is inherently unequal. The nobles are born noble, and the lowly are born lowly. People like me are, the stronger they are, the more they will be guarded by the nobles..."

"The same is true for the Eternal Church. It is extremely hypocritical. After death, devout believers will ascend to the Kingdom of God, be happy and beautiful. In the eyes of the gods, believers are equal... But even reality cannot be changed. Why do you talk about after death?"

"I, it's just a knife they used and threw..."

"And reality is just a dark and corrupt cage. Outside the cage are nobles and churches, and inside the cage are civilians and slaves. What is the difference between it and the dungeons here?"

The prisoner leader looked depressed and self-deprecating.

However, Old John smiled slightly:

"Sir Charles, since you said that, it means you also want to see change, so... why not try to pursue change and pursue the real path?"

“Change? The real path?”

Charles was slightly stunned.

"Of course, a world full of light, hope, happiness for everyone, just and equal."

Old John smiled gently.

Charles was stunned, and then sneered:

"A world of justice and equality? Talk about justice and equality in a world of extraordinary existence? You guy... must be crazy."

"What if the gods were willing to become the arbitrator to take on this existence that maintained justice?"

Old John suddenly said again.

Charles was stunned.

This time, his expression finally changed.

He looked at the older John carefully and soon noticed that although the other party's clothes were broken, they could be seen as vaguely showing that they were professional outfits belonging to the clergy.

His expression suddenly became alert:

"You...who are you? Are you a believer of the evil god?"

"No, I am not a believer of the evil god, but the most just, merciful, and greatest true God in the world."

Old John shook his head.

As he said that, he smiled slightly:

"Mr. Charles, have you heard of the supreme goddess of life, the mother of nature, the shelter of the elves--the World Tree?"

...

Old John, who was locked in a cell, did not seem to cause much trouble.

Apart from the first day of dispute, there seemed to be no more troubles against Old John in the cell.

Not only that, I don’t know what Old John said. In just three days, Charles, the "wolf claw" in the cell that scared other prisoners and caused headaches to guards, seemed to have become a different person. His attitude towards Old John changed from disdain to solemnity, and gradually changed from solemnity to respect...

The dungeon is as depressed as ever.

However, after Old John was locked up, there was an invigorating voice.

The sound was ups and downs, gentle and mellow.

That voice, little by little, describes a world of justice and equality for the prisoners, and describes a beautiful world where real relief can be achieved...

As time went by, other prisoners gradually gathered and began to participate in listening, listening to Old John telling the teachings of the Church of Life, listening to him telling the greatness of the goddess, the kindness of the goddess, the justice of the goddess...

Gradually, there were fewer noises of prisoners fighting in the dungeon.

Instead, there are vague prayers every day and confessions mixed with crying sounds.

As time went by, more and more prisoners gathered, and even the prisoners in other cells began to snatch the iron fence and listen carefully to Old John's teachings.

Their eyes looked at Old John, more respectful, more pious and more fanatical…

It seemed like something was beginning to change.

The dungeon is still deep and wet, and still corrupt and gloomy.

However, in the darkness, there seems to be a trace of light and a trace of vitality.

No one noticed the changes deep in the cell.

However, with the changes of the prisoners, the guards of the dungeons finally noticed something wrong.

"What are you doing? You evil pagan! You dare to spread evil words and beliefs!"

Looking at the prisoners gathered in front of Old John and listening to the teachings devoutly, the captain of the dungeon guards looked frightened.

However, he only welcomed the gentle smile of Old John:

"Mr. Guardian, I am not spreading evil words and beliefs, but preaching true faith."

"Ph! Absurd! Quirking!"

The guard captain spat.

As he said that, he shouted to his companions:

"Why are you still standing there? Take him out quickly and put him in other independent cells! Then go and call on the judgement of the Knights!"

After hearing this, the guards took action, but the prisoners moved faster than they did.

They looked at the guards with a bad face and protected Old John behind them.

Seeing this scene, the guard captain was shocked.

"Crazy...you're all crazy!"

He cursed.

However, just as the guard captain kept scolding, Old John's voice suddenly came again, as gentle and mellow as ever, making people unable to help but want to listen:

"Mr. Guardian... Have you never thought about why you are all guards who are loyal to the Empire, but why do you have to stay in the dark and damp dungeon all the time?"

The guard captain was stunned.

By the way, he stopped and looked at Old John in surprise:

"What do you mean?"

Old John smiled slightly:

"Mr. Guardian, can you borrow some of your time?"
Chapter completed!