Black Whip

"Nevros Torlandri! In the name of the Apostle of God, I hereby declare you guilty! The hammer struck the wooden table, "bang bang", clear and loud. The bloody Bible was closed, and the tall judge put his monocle on the bridge of his nose. His expression, like his robe, was shrouded in a layer of solemn and cold gloom. The courtroom was very dark, and the crowd watching the trial held white candles. The cold candlelight illuminated the blood-stained pale back of the man kneeling on the ground. "Cang! Clang! Clang! " The Gninglang bell rang. The gentleman sitting in the front row raised his hat and took out a mechanical pocket watch from his breast pocket. "It's time. " The crowd's eyes began to focus on a focal point, and the flickering candlelight in their hands was like the torch used to execute witches in the Middle Ages. They vowed to burn him and send him to the gallows! "It's time…it's time, it's time. " "It's time! " The crowd began to repeat, a mechanical cycle, until the Justice interrupted in the loudest voice. "Nevros Torlandri! " "I heard it, I heard it, don't repeat it so many times, you old man with a good accent. " "Ah... Your hypocritical face always reminds me of some bad memories, such as... My brother who represents justice. " "Burn him! " "Burn him…burn him, burn him. " The crowd was like the gears in the gentleman's watch, dry and heavy, starting a new cycle of repetition again. "Quiet! " The justice struck the hammer, his face still calm and cold, almost cruel. Pressing the monocle tightly between his deep eyebrows, he began to read out the crime: "God! The most just judge! You have made peace and will judge most justly. We hold sinners at your feet and pray with the most humble attitude that truth and justice will be revealed and the unresolved disputes will be tested most impartially! " "Patricide! Cannibalism! Fraud! Spread chaos! Heresy! " "Is he guilty? " "Nevros Torlandri, is he guilty? " "My Lord..." Yes, he is guilty. Burn him to death! "Justice! Justice! An adult has brought a document suspending the sentence! I hope this prisoner's sinful soul will be left alone for the time being! " A young missionary hurried in, holding a document written on vellum in his hand. "Speak slowly, my child, the Lord is watching. " The young preacher hesitated, but finally walked up to the judgment seat and leaned down to his ear. "Someone wants to spare this criminal, Lord Chancellor. " "Who is it? Justice never tolerates betrayal! " "You recognize him. He is the sinner's brother, the warden of Gninglang..." The loyal enforcer of justice, the gentleman praised by everyone, the famous philanthropist, the devout believer in God... "Belphegor Torlandri. " (Please move to the text later) This is a story about the ultimate proposition of justice and evil. Two people with different bloods and bear the same sinful father's name. They curse each other and are entangled. The only thing recognized by the two of them is more like a false proposition, that is, the land under their feet has been divided for too long, and backward governance methods have hindered industrial development. Ignorant dogma should be involved in the twisting gears of the steam engine, and order will be reborn in the ruins! But only one innovator is enough. The different ideas of the two brothers are destined to be like two out-of-control trains colliding. One of them is destined to be shattered in the collision. Destiny is a curse. They are like Geninglang City, which is the central hub of this continent, at the center of attention and in the middle of the whirlpool of struggle. No one knows what their ultimate fate will be. At least Belphegor always said - "You can try to replace me, you know, I am always willing to accept defeat. " (The author is still a student and suffers from a bit of procrastination. I will try my best to update the article and try my best not to be blocked) Intention: spine connected, glue and flesh and blood, feeding a flower of evil. He is his rotten root, he is his evil fruit.