Chapter 210 Accusation
"My father was a believer in it, but I didn't believe in it from the beginning. I left the mining area, thinking I could stay away from it... But, but, it was in my most despair Tell me at that time that I can reach the pinnacle of my life, and I don’t need to betray the empire, nor do I need to betray the God Emperor, I just need to..."
"I just need to turn a blind eye, right?"
Barov let go of his hand and nodded vigorously.
“Yes! Yes!”
"How much do you know about it?"
"I...I don't know much about it. The Crow Bishop Sect has existed for hundreds of years and has been dormant in secret. This sect does not aim at expansion. The followers With blood and marriage as the connection, it is difficult for outsiders to enter the sect."
"What is their doctrine?"
"What?"
Suo Shiyang frowned and realized that things were not simple.
“How is this possible.”
“Indeed, the Lord of Crows has no teachings. It only requires believers to pay regular tributes, and it provides protection, nothing more.”
"Tribute? What tribute?"
"Uh... I'm not a believer. I just heard that it seems to be some high-tech products and some mechanical parts."
"Specific."
"I-I really don't know."
"So it didn't make similar requests to you?"
"Never."
“You haven’t seen it either?”
"No."
"Then you should know the specific location of these believers and how many strongholds they have, right?
"I——"
Barov His eyes flickered for a moment, and when he was about to deny it, the muzzle of the bolter pressed against his forehead, and the cold metal pressed against his skin, making him shiver.
" Don't let me down, the consequences will be serious. ”
"Yes, there are some!"
The bishop quickly turned around and fiddled with the bookshelf behind him, then opened a hidden compartment and pulled out a volume of maps.
"Over the years, I have secretly recorded all the discoveries about the Crow Bishop Sect on this map. There are eleven places in total, distributed in several different mining areas."
Soul Shi Yang took the map made of special material. After opening it, he found that it was a clearly painted map of the mining area, with strongholds marked on it and the depth also noted.
The stronghold previously discovered by the Ministry of Justice is the deepest one among them,
He glanced at it and accepted it.
"Very good, Bishop, thanks to your cooperation, we are one step closer to the truth. Now let's talk about the increasingly serious alien threat."
"Alien, alien?"
The bishop blinked.
“There are no aliens here, just some anti-imperial elements.”
"Oh? Then how do you explain the attack on the Ministry of Justice and the large number of missing miners." "Sir, as far as I know, the Ministry of Justice was only attacked by some local gangs, and they made a fuss... As for the missing miners, The case, ahem, that, adults may not understand the local political situation. The mining guild is the main management agency. They have to report personnel losses to the Ministry of Interior every month. If the personnel losses exceed a certain limit, the Ministry of Interior will Depending on the situation, supplements are obtained from neighboring prison worlds. Those guild owners often falsely report personnel losses, or use disappearances as an excuse to apply for new populations...The purpose of doing this is to increase production capacity and satisfy the tithe tax and After the Mechanicum’s fixed quota, there will be surplus output for them to trade.”
“According to you, those missing people are still alive?”
Soshiyang said, leaving the table, coming to a portrait, and looking at the person on it with interest.
This is a portrait of the last bishop, a bald old man wearing a gorgeous robe. From the appearance, his mouth is relatively large, his eyes are slightly narrow, and his skull seems to be a little larger than the average person.
"This... is not necessarily true. The normal daily working hours in the mining area are 16 hours. Many miners cannot bear it and will escape deep into the mines to fend for themselves... and many mine owners will use the miners for other purposes. They are all These morally corrupt guys have some things that are hard to tell.”
“Then have you ever stopped them?”
“Uh-”
Barov was embarrassed. Coughed twice.
“In non-emergency situations, as representatives of the state religion, we cannot easily get involved in local administrative affairs...”
"Okay, I know."
Soshiyan turned around and looked at Barov with a smile.
"There is a new meeting outside, I think you should go to it,"
Under Soshyan's close gaze, Barov could only walk to the door tremblingly, followed by two people waiting The enforcers outside the gate sandwiched him and headed toward the hall where he daily preached.
Barov felt like a criminal about to step onto the execution ground.
He was then taken to a familiar hall.
The entire hall used to be filled with hundreds of VIPs every day, but now there are only a dozen or so people here, all representatives of various organizations and institutions. A huge display screen is installed on the ceiling.
Barov saw a thin, angular, and impatient man.
He is the arbitrator of the local legal department.
The bishop licked his lips, a drop of sweat rolling down his cheek.
The arbiter, exuding overwhelming vigor, looked at him from the other side, his face seemed to be wearing an expressionless, cold mask.
As he was being pinned down on his usual chair, the Arbitrator had spoken.
“Your laissez-faire policies over the past two decades have directly contributed to the proliferation of heresy and the weakening of local faith, making it unable to respond to the current threat of violence, which illustrates a clear and inexcusable incompetence.”
The arbitrator’s accusations hung in the air, and no one at the long table dared to make a sound.
Barov felt as if the world in front of him was shrinking, and his heart was about to jump out of his throat. His eyes wandered around the table in front of him, but no one except the arbiter dared to follow his gaze. rendezvous.
"I...this...maybe we...have some misinterpretations of the...severity of the situation, but nothing can't be corrected, I assure you."
The bishop's voice continued. It sounded hollow and weak to his own ears.
"Safinius is facing anarchy and alien threats. Security in the hive and mining areas is deteriorating. The current situation is unacceptable! The time for bureaucrats to pimp each other is over, Barrow Bishop Husband, I judge that you have ignored your responsibilities and have committed serious dereliction of duty and malfeasance. Until the Ecclesiastical Church sends a more qualified person to take office, your authority will be temporarily replaced by the Ministry of Justice. I now declare that Safinius begins! Martial law will continue until the riots and alien threats are extinguished and the mining area is safe again."
The bishop's face turned pale and his chest felt tight.
He tried to speak, but couldn't find the right words. His mouth opened and closed first, and then closed tightly in panic.
The guild representatives also looked pale.
(End of this chapter)