I frowned and watched as he put on his pure white gloves again without saying a word. "The Lord will forgive you, and he will definitely forgive me." The priest looked at me in confusion as I pulled out the sword from my waist, and subconsciously backed away slightly. "Shasik, you can't bear the crime of deceiving the king." I stared at his sudden change of expression without warmth, and then I stabbed the sword into his heart with a smile. The bright red blood fell straight down the sword and onto my boots. It was a pity that it stained my boots.
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