Chapter 516
The complexion pale little priest, breathing more quickly.
His footsteps were vacant, and he was shaking violently when he was unstable, and he shook his head subconsciously: "No, it's not like this, it's not like this..."
"No... So, it’s such a simple thing.” Loren’s expression was calm, but the unquestionable attitude in his tone even made Victor Hughes on the throne frown:
"Your Excellency Webber...you just Saying that life is priceless, the weight of the death of one person and the death of ten thousand people are equal; about this..."
"I agree very much!"
black hair wizard voice After falling, the shocked little priest suddenly raised his head, stared wide-eyed looked towards his old friend.
In the silent council chamber, the silver needle fell...there was still a sound.
Albert Tarot was heavily sighed, and the expression on Magistrate was still very ugly.
The other cabinet ministers also have different faces.
In the gloomy council chamber, the depressed atmosphere became more and more weird.
"And I also firmly believe that this is the same for Lussac Kovo Master." Loren's eyes burned: "Because he has given everything and even his life for this, isn't it? "
"In order to cure the plague that has never been seen before, in order to promote the development of pharmaceutics...He collects money, he ignores the life and death of patients, and he still does not forget to fight for power in the guild when he is old!"
"In his eyes, those fresh and even his own lives are no longer truly'living beings', but cold data one after another; because in the face of the plague and experiments, the soul , The name and even life are meaningless!"
"Comfort the patient, cry for the patient, be lenient...You may be able to become a good doctor by relying on these, but it is absolutely impossible to give birth to thousands of people It is a miracle that tens of thousands of people can survive the plague."
"Only by treating the next patient immediately and experimenting with hundreds of thousands of lives!"
" Nonsense!"
Little priest took a deep breath with a pale face: "In order to save people, do we have to send thousands of innocent people to death?!"
"That's it... To save people, we can only kill people first." Loren suddenly stared wide-eyed: "Only by doing this can we avoid more unnecessary deaths... In this world, every living life is exchanged in this way. !"
"What should the dead innocents do?!"
"Remember them, pray for them, remember their sacrifice...This is the only thing we can do What they did."
"That's it?" The little priest started for it.
"That's it!" The black hair wizard solemnly lowered his head: "It's cruel to say that, but that's the fact...Without their sacrifice, we will never find a real cure for the problem, maybe It will always be impossible to completely eradicate the plague and the haze of death."
"In order to allow more people to live, in order to allow the empire, Sackland, and even our human race to continue...sacrifice is always indispensable Avoided."
"The heroic blood, the innocent blood, the blood of sacrifice, the blood of injustice...The same is true for the victims who have fallen in progress and development again and again!"
"Because of our pharmaceutics, our medicine, all the lives of our generation...It is these piles of white bones!"
Loren sighed, and the dark pupils also started Fame: "Today's Sackland Empire, today we enjoy the benefits of all kinds of alchemy, pharmacy, and the development of the entire wizard class, but we never thought that all of this... is based on the sacrifice of someone. Based on the foundation; all the achievements we have achieved are in exchange for these sacrifices!"
"There is no progress without sacrifice, and there is absolutely no gain without sacrifice;" black hair wizard muttered: "Everyone understands this truth, don't they?"
"Then why when the person who sacrificed becomes himself, becomes everything you care about and cherish; usually enjoy all the benefits Everyone will suddenly turn their faces and say that these things that were originally as it should be by rights... are other people’s faults?"
"Why is it me who sacrificed?"
"Why is he not the one who died?"
"Why is this cold-blooded monster still alive?"
"Let me tell you, Weber of Holy Cross Church... …It was not Lussac Kovo who killed those pitiful persons, but this world. It was the Sackland Empire that was still backward, ignorant and unable to be omnipotent!"
"Bless our souls The Holy Cross may be truly omnipotent, but we are the only ones who can save the weak, mean, incompetent and ignorant!"
"Nonsense——!!!" The little priest's heart-piercing roar NS.
"This is the proof!" Loren, who was also roaring, smashed the scroll into the little priest's arms blushing.
"You can accuse Lussac of incompetence, you can accuse Lussac of ruthlessness, you can accuse Lussac of snobbery, greedy, timid..."
"But you are absolutely not qualified to accuse this Master of Pharmacy who paid the price of his life, saying that he didn't do his best!"
"When you say these accusations and these bastards; Trouble, touch your conscience, ask yourself..."
"What he can do, can you do it——?!"
"You guys! Do it! Yes! Are you there?!!!"
The roar of exhaustion echoed over the silent hall.
The little priest, whose face was full of tears, opened his mouth, clinging to his bloody hands, and finally said nothing.
"Lysac Kovo was dead when we said that there were none, and we were discussing who was right and who was wrong." The black hair wizard gritted his teeth and said word by word looking towards Little priest.
looked towards this friend who still has a conscience and is still struggling for justice and ideals.
If you want to defeat him, you cannot rely on external forces, power, bribery and violence.
These will only make him more and more frustrated, repeated defeats and battles...even like Farnesis, in order to defeat himself by fair means or foul and cost.
For a defender and fanatic who prides himself on justice and can even devote himself to his ideals, he can beat him...
Only his own persistence, and the final bottom line .
"The pharmacy Master of Empire Peak is dead... and no one can save him this time, no one can give him three-quarters, or even one percent, alive. Hope."
Loren opened the mouth and said difficultly:
"No matter what we do, we will always go to a pharmacy that may be able to give the empire and give success. The Master who brought hope to thousands of patients...it was us, incompetent people like us...we personally killed him."
"Even if we want to punish him and impose a death sentence on this cruel butcher, We can't do it anymore... can't we?"
The little priest with tears on his face lifts the head with difficulty, and the entanglement in his eyes has gradually turned into despair.
Without these nobles, the ministers of the Imperial Cabinet told themselves that no matter what decision they make...
Little Prince Webber can really feel that his pale cheeks Becoming more and more bleak.
I lost.
Totally... Lost to Loren Torino.
Among the silent crowd, the little priest stared at the black hair wizard with trembling eyes.
As if none of this happened.
Two people...still friends who can understand each other.
As a friend...in order to win, I will give you a fatal blow...Loren's expression is serious, but there is a hint of other color in his eyes.
"Webber, don't you still have the last hole card?" The black hair wizard lowered his voice, only two people could hear: "Type it...otherwise, you won't be willing, right? ?"
The little priest looked at him silently, seemingly wondering why Loren wanted to do this.
"We are friends, so I will never blame you for fighting for your ideals." A faint smile appeared on Loren's face: "But again...as a wizard, I will work hard for the last It’s a means of defeating you without completeness!"
"Priest...Your Excellency Webber, let's make a move!"
The whole body was shocked, and the surprised but calm little priest slowly turned around Body and eyes are getting firmer and firmer:
"Your Excellency Victor Hughes..."
"I request the summons of the last witness, Miss Lena Desalion!"
There was an uproar in the assembly hall!
Loren turned his head slowly, looking through countless nobles who discussed spiritedly; outside the gate, a silhouette with black-rimmed glasses appeared at the end of his sight.
The proud girl pushed her glasses and gave him a dismissive expression.
Holding the wand of "arrogance" tightly in his arms.