Chapter 389 Gretel, Can You Prove that the Church of Light Is Harming People?

Beckett Black Rock was extremely sad and extremely angry.

Although he had fallen out with his eldest brother a long time ago. Even on the day of the Hearth Festival, when the eldest brother walked into his house, he could only drink a glass of ale - which was almost a treat for strangers. As for the reason? Bah, who told him to betray God the Father!

What is there to believe in that Lord of Glory! Can sunlight reach the mine? ! Can you help them mine? !

Even if they are prospecting in the wild, what they can rely on more is the teachings of God the Father!

But he couldn't do anything except fall out. The eldest brother has a serious lung disease and is often short of breath. He knows that. As for Father God's priest... although he tried his best to treat her, the effect was just that.

It works a little on the day of treatment, but within a month, or even less than ten days, it's back to the same old state. And how many patients can a pastor of God the Father take care of?

The moon does not come up once every three to five years...

At this time, it is better to have a pagan healer involved than not at all. Beckett Black Rock couldn't do anything except restrain his wife and children from going to his eldest brother's place, let alone listening to the pagan priest.

I'd rather die!

snort!

However, when his eldest brother was called to participate in the "lung cleaning" treatment and finally died, Beckett's sadness and anger made him unable to remain indifferent. He was the one who took care of my eldest brother in his last few hours! He was the one who watched his eldest brother die!

I couldn't lie down, I couldn't breathe, I stretched out my hands to grab my chest, my face was blue, and there was blood in the foam coming out of the corner of my mouth! He has no choice! There is nothing he can do!

If they hadn't been called to wash their lungs, if it hadn't been for the pagan priest who naturally asked them to dedicate themselves to the people and the Lord of Glory, the eldest brother would never have died... Another acquaintance died together, and he was called to go there. Of the four dwarves, two died...

"Despicable and shameless heathen! The lackeys of the alien gods! Don't even think about hiding in there and not saying anything! Give me back my eldest brother's life! My eldest brother is a good person, but you called him to wash his lungs and tortured him to death. It's over! Kill for life! Kill for life!!!"

"What, washing the lungs? Can the lungs be washed too?" Grete tightened his palms, and the silver dragon girl came to his ear and whispered:

"Turn the lungs out and wash them. This will definitely kill someone! Those guys are so annoying!"

"Actually..." Gretel took a deep breath and pulled her back two steps. Avoiding the crowd, he got into a quiet corner and whispered:

"Lung cleansing and other things, here, I started doing it first..."

"What? You?!"

Serira looked up and down, looking at him as if she didn't recognize him, and as if she had discovered some strange treasure. After a moment, he made fists with both hands and said angrily:

"So they stole your technology? They're a bunch of bastards! - Just wait, I'll take off their turtle shells!"

"Hey, hey, don't!!!" Gretel quickly grabbed her. As soon as he started taking action, he was dragged forward and staggered two steps. Fortunately, Cerira stopped in time to prevent him from being thrown out of the corner:

"Don't go! I guess they didn't steal it!"

"Are you still speaking for them?" The silver dragon girl stopped and turned back, staring at Gretel with her silver-blue eyes, her pupils becoming lighter and lighter:

"With those guys, how can there be any good people among them?!"

In fact, there are really good people. In terms of probability, there must be good people in a large organization, people who sincerely believe in gods and practice teachings; in terms of practicality, Pastor Martin also left a good impression on Gretel.

But under the anger of the silver dragon girl, Grete never wanted to argue face to face. He could only smile and say:

"I'm not speaking for them, but they can't steal it. - Those people don't even know what's in the lungs. How can it be so easy to put a tube in it?"

"So they did it on their own..." Cerira rolled her eyes, accepted the answer, and glared outside:

"No wonder it kills people. Bah!"

In fact, "correct", or in other words, lung washing performed strictly according to the regulations under the supervision of modern medical methods and monitoring equipment, will inevitably lead to death. Gretel smiled. Cerela has already grabbed him:

"So the lungs can really be washed? How? How many have you washed? Hey, can you let me take a look next time you wash your lungs?"

"If you abide by the rules and your family agrees..."

Gretel sighed.

The noise outside became louder and louder. There was a sudden roar, and the door of the mansion opened. Four glorious knights faced each other and stood in front of the steps with their swords drawn. Then, two dwarves walked out of the mansion, one on the left and one on the right, standing side by side:

"Beckett, stop scolding. Beckett and we all accept treatment voluntarily. Lung washing is inherently dangerous. We are all ready to sacrifice for our people. Even if we die, the Lord of Glory will accept our souls. …”

"Bah! - You don't want him to be able to return to Father God?!"

Beckett punched him. The two dwarves fought back angrily. Some people on the scene helped beat them up, and some started a fight. The Radiant Knight wanted to separate the two sides but could not use too much force. Some people took advantage of the chaos and hammered their armor until it made a "bang bang" sound... …

It was like cold water pouring into a pan of oil. In an instant, there was chaos at the door of the mansion.

The more Serila listened, the angrier she became. She geared up and pulled Gretel:

"You stand here and wait for a while! I'm going to beat them!"

"Forget it, don't go." Gretel's eyes were heavy as he pulled her into the alley, far away from the center of the hustle and bustle. Serila was very unconvinced:

"What are you doing? They are using your methods to do whatever they want, and you are helping them?"

"I'm not helping them." Grete emphasized the word "them" very hard:

"I am……"

He sighed softly. After a person was executed, his family members carried the body, and gathered a group of people outside to curse. This scene was so familiar - in his more than ten years of life as a doctor in his previous life, he had experienced it, and it was almost like a nightmare.

Maybe the Glorious Cult really doesn't value the dwarf's life, maybe they want to compete with him, but someone is willing to come out and testify for them, saying that they voluntarily participated in the experiment. The voluntary use of faith to deceive is also voluntary...

At least, in the absence of evidence, he could not make a presumption of guilt, saying that the Guanghuang Cult deliberately killed people. He had no choice but to let the people around him attack just because someone died.

He looked gloomy and sighed silently. Serila said "Oh", but she actually didn't yell about going to fight or smashing up the house. She patted the back of his hand and followed him without saying a word.

The two of them went around and back to the entrance of the trade group's station. Gretel was just thinking about how to avoid Cerela and quietly inform the Archmage of her identity when he saw several dwarves walking over quickly:

"Gretel? Are you back? Just in time! I was looking for you!"

Wang Ting attaches great importance to the preaching of the Lord of Glory's religion among the dwarves, but it is difficult to raise an issue - after all, the Wang Ting cannot send troops to various tribes. However, they killed the dwarf in the royal court and some people started making trouble, that is another matter.

Archmage Serrano, Mage Ximond, and Gretel were invited to the royal court together. Cerela also followed as a matter of course. Seeing that she was an elf ranger, several magicians didn't know what to say and just looked at Gretel again and again.

Gretel could only smile. Arriving in front of the group of elders, I had previously negotiated with them about lung washing. The elder who presided over the contract had a serious look on his face and asked Grete directly:

"Mr. Nordmark, someone took the lives of our compatriots in the name of treating them. We want to know whether they intended to kill, or whether they were negligent in the treatment process, or deliberately ignored the danger. Lung lavage is a treatment You first created the means, can you give us some pointers?"

Gretel was silent for a moment. So, this is the rhythm of medical evaluation?

He looked around and saw a corpse not far away. The dwarf who had made a noise outside the mansion cried so hard that his beard was covered with snot, and he lay on the corpse, sobbing. Very good, at least there is a body and he is not allowed to make false accusations...

A little further on, two glorious knights stood on either side, closely protecting a white-robed priest and glaring at him. Gretel sighed:

"If I were allowed to dissect the body, I could roughly find out the cause of death medically. But -"

"What? An autopsy?"

"You want to cut open my brother's body? No!"

"Beckett!"

A series of arguments and scoldings. Gretel sighed helplessly.

I just know it is like this, I just know it is like this - most of the family members are not allowed to dissect the body, and they are unwilling to do it, and they have to seek medical evaluation, which becomes an unsolvable problem. And many family members who cannot get answers will resort to extra-legal means...

He rubbed his forehead with a headache. Beside him, Cerela blinked at him, pressed her fingers on the corners of her mouth, and pulled out an exaggerated smile.

Gretel gave her a forced smile. In order to prevent the dispute from turning into a fight, he raised his hand to signal for silence and continued:

"As for issues other than medicine. I am only a low-level magician and don't know much about magic and divine arts. I may not be able to accurately judge the method by which the deceased died."

The Radiant Knight's expression softened slightly. Gretel continued:

"As for whether they were intentional or negligent, maybe you have to ask the caster himself. Or - ask the gods."

"snort!"

"snort!"

The dwarf holding the corpse and crying, and the shining knight on the other side. At the same time, he snorted coldly. One may find him evasive, the other, perhaps offended by the word "gods"? After all, in the view of the Holy See of Glory, the Lord of Glory is the only god...

Gretel didn't look at anyone, turned around and bowed to the group of elders sitting there:

"My abilities only go so far. I'm so sorry."

There was silence. Archmage Serrano frowned slightly, the dwarf elders looked grave, and the Radiant Knight glared angrily. Gretel slowly stepped aside and sat down on the chair at the bottom of the mage's seat without saying a word.

Suddenly, the dwarf holding the body slowly raised his head and wiped away his tears:

"So, if I ask you to wash your lungs and you survive again, can it prove that they are harming my brother?"

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