At that time, the people of Naxos were still relatively unfamiliar with the Temple of Hades, and Colintus had the heavy responsibility of spreading doctrine. After seven years, the people here had fully accepted Hades, the kind Pluto, and the people who worshiped him every day were far better than Demeter. This shows the ability of Colintus and the hard work he had put in over the years.

The prison was dark, damp, and smelled bad. Collintus had been here many times and had become accustomed to it. He ignored the mercy of other prisoners in the cages on both sides, walked through the middle tunnel and came to a cage.

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

Collientus walked into the cage and a bloody smell came to his nose.

Collientus frowned and took a few more steps. With the glimmer of light from the narrow window, he saw a naked man lying in the dead grass in the corner of the wall. The blood oozed from the dense scars had dried up outside his body and turned him into a bloody man from top to bottom. He lay there motionless, and could only hear a very faint breathing...

Collientus turned his head and looked at the Diocasis who was following him, and said in a reproachful tone: "Why are you fighting so hard?!"

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

"You guys go out, don't stay here." Collintus said in a deep voice.

"It's too dangerous here, respectful priest!" a jailer reminded.

"Don't worry, with Hades' blessing, he will not hurt me!" Collintus said firmly.

Diocasses and his men had to go out.

"By the way, boil a few cans of boiling water for me." Collintus made another request.

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

Collientus has been to the prison many times and has gained rich experience. He asked his subordinates to carry two large medical boxes, one with medicine for treating trauma and the other with clean linen. After the boiling water was delivered, he and his subordinates dipped linen in water and began to wipe away the blood on their bodies for the slaves. In the wound, they would gently peel off the mixed soil and the blood gas of wheatgrass, and remove the pus aeruginosa from the wound little by little...

You should know that at that time, Helps was instructed by Davers and sent doctors to train the basic medical rescue skills of the priests of Hades Temple. Collintus was one of the hardest-working students. With years of practice, his level of healing trauma is no less than that of an ordinary doctor Dionia.

However, the pain in cleaning up the affected area still woke the slave up from his coma. In his 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 sit up.

"Don't move first, wait until I finish the medicine and tie the bandages." The slave trembled slightly: this kind voice was so familiar, extremely similar to the sound of freeing the slave he heard at the Naxos Hades celebration on September 9 every year.

"...The kind priest of Collintus?!" He shouted uncertainly in a hoarse voice.

"It's me." This answer was like a beam of warm sunshine shining into the slave's deadly heart, which made his eyes moist in an instant. He struggled to hold up his head and watched the extremely sacred old man in his heart pour him cool and comfortable medicine, and then used a clean cloth strip to paste the wounds one by one and tie them... His white robe was dirty with dust and blood, and his face with many wrinkles was covered with sweat beads, but the old man didn't care at all, and his expression was so focused.

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

No response.

He looked up and saw that the slave was already covered in tears. He looked straight at him, but forced his lips to bite without saying a word.

Collintus suddenly felt a little relieved: It seems that this can be done.

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 and almost blurted out the truth. He quickly shut up and said unwillingly: "When I die, when I see the three judges, they will give me a fair judgment."

"A fair judgment?" Collintus pondered for a moment and said slowly: "If you did not kill someone, then you were lying. Are you not afraid of being sentenced to the hell of tongue-pulling and accepting endless torture? What's more, if you conceal the facts and let the real criminal escape punishment, you are the accomplice. The three judges will definitely take half of the blame he committed. This is not just tongue-pulling. Are you ready?"

After hearing this, the slave's face changed drastically. He quickly lowered his head, but saw the muscles on his arms protruding, and the newly tied linen immediately bleeded out again.

"Don't use force on your hand, otherwise the wound that had just been applied to the medicine will break open again!" Collintus immediately patted his arm with concern. Seeing that he was still clenching his fists, he asked softly: "What's your name?"

"…Laksai." The slave squeezed out his mouth.

"You are Numibian, are you?" Collientus said, looking at his dark skin, "I heard from the inspector that four of the girls killed were Numibians, they are all your fellow countrymen!"

Laksey shook all over.

"I heard from the inspector that these six corpses were placed very neatly when they were buried, and each of them had an Opol in their mouths. The murderer would not be so kind... Aksey, this is all your kindness in your heart, which prompted you to do this..." Collintus sighed and said in a affirmative tone: "I believe you are definitely not the murderer. You are just forced to obey the command of the real murderer!"

Laksai's shoulders were shaking even harder, and he could hear a low sob.

"Child, it must be painful to live like this..." Collintus sighed again, his tone becoming harsh: "But... you obviously have the opportunity to catch the murderer and let him be severely punished by the law, but you have to take the blame for him and give him the chance to hurt more Numibian girls in the future. Do you really have the heart to bear it?! Are you really willing?!"

"I'm not willing!" Laksai raised his head, his eyes filled with tears, and shouted excitedly: "But I am just a slave, he is a big man, my wife, my two daughters are in his hands, what can I do?! What can I do?!!"

"Hadis is the most just god, and he treats it equally, whether it is a slave or a veteran. His Majesty Davers, who upholds his will, formulated the "Dionian Law" to protect all the kind people in the Kingdom of Diony and punish all the evil people. Don't have any concerns, tell them, and tell the truth! Hades is above, your devout believer Collintus swears to you that I will protect Aksey's wife and daughter and will never let them suffer any harm!"

Axe looked at Collientus with his left hand on his chest, raised his right hand, and said his oath piously. Endless gratitude suddenly arose in his heart. This gratitude melted the barrier in his heart. He knelt down in front of Collientus with a "plop".

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Theocasis walked into the living room of Naxos Town Hall, and as soon as he saw Stromboli, he said excitedly: "Sir, your suggestion works really well. The slave finally told the truth!"

Stromboli said with a happier feeling, but also a little emotional: "I only know that the slaves of the kingdom trust the Temple of Hades the most. From time to time, slaves from all over the world ran to the Temple of Hades to complain about the injustice. This is also related to the case of Polyxis sensational Greece more than ten years ago..."

"Sir." Diocessis took a few steps forward and whispered with a slightly solemn expression: "The slave also revealed another thing about Raodisian..."

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

Diocasses didn't say anything, but handed him the transcript in his hand.

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

"He said he had never done this, and was doing it secretly by another slave who had committed suicide. However, once he was drunk and told him...I can't confirm the authenticity of this matter now." Diocess showed hesitation with a rare hesitation: "After all, this directly involves the veteran of Laodycian...so I'll ask you for instructions."

"You are right, don't act without permission." Stromboli nodded and praised Theocasis's actions, but in his mind was recalling some rumors he had vaguely heard in the past few years he was in power in Naxos.

He walked slowly in the living room with his hands on his back, hunched over, and looked solemn.

Theocasis was waiting quietly on the side.

After a moment, Stromboli pondered, "Who else knows about this?"

"My two of my most trusted men...and the Priest Collintus..."

"Tell your men, you must not speak out! Otherwise—" Strombolli's eyes flashed with brilliance.

"I understand, sir."

"I will go to the priest to tell you about this. He is a smart man. What's more, the law stipulates that priests are not allowed to interfere in political affairs." Stromboli touched his beard, looked at Theocasis, and ordered: "You should hold on to this case first and continue to detain Pafergris, but do not interrogate him, and the slave will be temporarily detained as before... I will go to Judge Ardalus to give you some grace, and believe that he will still give me the old man a favor... Now, I will prepare to write a letter to His Majesty. Go back quickly and take care of your inspection station."

Watching Raodisian leave, Stromboli lowered his head and stared at the record on the table, with a hint of sneer on his wrinkled face: "Raodisian, will you be the second Polyxis?"

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Meanwhile, in the mansion of Antonios, the Minister of Military Affairs of the Kingdom of Dionia in Turiine, Antonios was sitting in the courtyard with his nephew, enjoying the food and talking.

At this moment, it was already evening, and night fell and the bright moon rose. But a dozen candles as thick as children's arms were lit in the courtyard to brighten the candlelight of Antonios's mansion. The three children chased and played in the surrounding corridors with bright candlelight, and the crisp laughter continued.
Chapter completed!