Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 618: Chapter 345: Deliberately Came for Judgement_2

Those who were caught were instantly paralyzed from fear, with some of the more fearful ones even wetting themselves in terror. Oh God! The offense of violating divine authority was a truly horrifying charge.

Seeing everyone properly horrified, Anthony’s tone lightened, “Considering this is your first offense, you will be lashed three times as a warning. Remember, do not judge others rashly.”

“If you wish to listen to God’s teachings, you must first be well-versed in the Codex of Divine Law, take the law examination, earn the qualification as a Judgment Knight, then become a Holy Badge Knight, undertake a three-year apprenticeship at the Mobile Court, and establish a correct concept of law. Only then can you become a Judge and have the authority to judge others.”

“Remember, do not judge others rashly. God’s authority is sacred and inviolable! Alright, administer the punishment.”

At the command, the knights lashed the captured culprits three times, evoking screams and howls. Even the onlookers, who were not receiving the punishment, were terrified.

Moving closer, Negris couldn’t help but mutter, “Does your church always conduct trials so strictly? When you judged them just now, do you have the qualification of a Judge?”

“Heh, heh,” Anthony chuckled and subtly revealed a badge, a shield, a small hammer, and a staff.

“Decision Badge, Holy Shield, Hammer of the Judge, the power of a Bishop. You’ve seen my Staff of the Pope. Test me on any part of the Codex of Divine Law. If I can’t answer, I’ll change my name to Negris Anthony,” said Anthony.

Kvada! He had once again showed off. Negris hurriedly changed the subject, “Why is the Holy Badge a shield? Shouldn’t it be called a Holy Shield Knight?”

“It’s not the same thing,” Anthony explained, “If you say there is still some light in today’s church, then the Holy Badge Knights and the Mobile Court might be one of the few sources of light.”

“This is not just a shield, but a Holy Badge. Properly called the Holy Badge of Justice (Shield). Every Judgment Knight who wants to become a Judge must first become a Holy Badge Knight, join the Mobile Court, and spend three years providing fair judgments in remote areas and small mountain villages.”

“This truly is difficult. I took this route to promotion several times during my rebirths. Each time, two of us had to venture into the wilds to mediate various disputes for villagers and ordinary people who couldn’t access justice. Sometimes, we couldn’t go into the city for a year or two. We had to wash and wear our underwear until it was ragged. In the end, we had nothing left to wear and pranced around naked. It was so difficult that when anti-electric silk underwear first hit the market, I bought a batch and sent it to the Tribunal. Now, the knights at the Tribunal are particularly friendly to me.”

The acting Pope of the Holy Church muttered whispers to Ascetic Monk An. Everyone thought they were discussing some cosmic affair. Who could have thought that Anthony was actually just venting?

While complaining, Ange followed the girl back to her original ragged camp, and found a small corpse in a pool of water.

The shelters in the Northern Desert Oasis and the Goddess of Beauty City are dry, well-ventilated, sun-proof, and comfortable domiciles. The southern shelters, on the other hand, are a last resort due to lack of materials. The dampness makes them prone to water accumulation and they are also teeming with insects. Living in such shelters for a long time would inevitably lead to illnesses.

The girl held her brother’s corpse. Her face was full of grief, “Thank you, sir, for saving me. I hope I can bury my brother outside the camp.”

Ange tilted her head in confusion. Why bury him? Had he been dead a long time?

Upon inspecting the boy, Ange found that wasn’t the case. His corpse had just begun to show signs of decay, he had only been dead a few hours.

Ange cast Holy Light on the body, revitalizing it. After that, she cast the Rebirth Technique on the boy’s heart. The boy gasped for air and woke up vigorously.

Everyone around who witnessed this scene blurted out in disbelief, including the girl. They all knelt down, babbling incoherently, with no one knowing what they were screaming about or even what they should be yelling about.

Resurrection from death, such a miracle, even the Church of Light did not dare to boast of it unthinkingly. They had no precedent, so they didn’t know what to yell. There was a precedent, but the incident from Northern Roland City a few days ago hadn’t reached them yet.

Ange tilted her head as she once again perceived the strange power from the girl.

“What is your name?” Having taken the girl and her brother away from the refugee camp, Ange brought Negris and the others out.

“Lucy,” the girl answered. A very common name. Among commoners, there is at least one Lucy or John in every three out of ten people.

“Why did you…” Negris mimed, “… suddenly grow so much?”

Lucy shook her head: “I don’t know, after I turned that person into a beetroot, I felt myself changing. Have I grown up?”

Durken took out the Gold-touch Stick and created a mirror in front of Lucy. After creating the mirror, Durken asked: “Why did you turn into a beetroot and not something else?”

Lucy subconsciously looked at Ange and then, blushing, said: “It’s delicious.”

Negris understood immediately. He figured it’s probably because the beetroot that Ange gave her left too deep an impression that when she suddenly used this power, she transformed into the thing that’s most firmly etched in her memory.

But what kind of power is this exactly?

“Well, I might have a clue.” Durken said thoughtfully, chin in hand. “A witch is a very unique phenomenon. According to the witch herself, this is called self-worship, I am my own god, my power comes from my faith.”

Negris slapped his thigh: “I get it.”

“You understand? What do you understand?” Durken asked curiously.

“Self-worship, the power from belief in oneself, ignited the Divine Fire through coincidence, but because of the same origin of power, it has this weird aura. Essentially, it’s still a power of belief.” Negris said.

Durken shook his head: “Then why are there only witches and no wizards?”

“Huh, right, why are there only witches and not wizards?” Negris wondered aloud.

The two looked at each other for a moment, clueless, and decided to put the question aside for now.

“So essentially, are all witches individuals who possess divinity? But because the source of belief is too limited, only themselves, their powers are not strong, they are easily captured because their powers are too bizarre, people are afraid of them, and they got used to burning them?” Negris analyzed.

Durken said: “It’s a power at the level of belief. The Church of Light definitely wouldn’t like to see them either, hence proclaimed them as heretics. Captured ones are taken to the Stake of Executions.”

“There used to be quite a lot of witches, why are there so few of them now?” Negris said.

Durken said: “If all witches have divinity, then they are definitely targets of the Faith Storm, maybe they all died back then, so the king warned the witch to be careful?”

“That makes sense, then why did a witch suddenly appear now? Transformation into beetroot, this is a Divine Technique of Element Conversion.” Negris turned his head, only to see an extra row of beetroots on the ground.

Ange led Lucy to walk along the way, flipping the soil up, each flip producing a beetroot. Lucy was panting heavily, Ange replenished her with Soul Flame, immediately invigorating Lucy as she inserted her hands into the soil and flipped it up.

“Kvada! You just needed to test it. What’s the point of making so much? What a waste of Divine Power.” Negris scolded.

Then he realized: “Can she borrow your Divine Power?”

Ange nodded.

“Wow, you can turn food into bread, soil into straw, and she can turn soil into beetroots. You guys must be in cahoots.” Negris grumbled.

At this time, Feiti, wearing a straw hat, who appeared as a middle-aged human to others, but as a skeleton to Ange, raised his hand and said:

“I know, the sudden appearance of a witch now must be because some kind of power that fosters witches has reappeared.”

Some kind of power? What power could it be?

Just as they prepared to discuss further, a loud voice came from outside: “Lord Anthony, Chief Judge of the Tribunal, Karlok sends his regards. We received word that a witch has appeared here, and have come to conduct a judgment on the God of Arbitration’s order.”