Ark, they don't revolve around you

She was also often sent out by the Papal Office to monitor Mostima, and during this period she traveled to many countries.

Compared to those cities where the lower class could barely make ends meet, Lateran was worthy of the name of heaven on earth. She was convinced that the monks and bishops from Lateran generally had higher character and moral dignity than ordinary people.

The monastery, as the face of the Lateran, is far away from the world. How could it be possible for it to do evil?

"Let's go." Lemiaoan urged.

Her expression was a little gloomy, not as cheerful as Fiammetta's.

then.

From there, they heard the sound of knocking on the door, which kept echoing from a secret door beside them.

The sound was so soft that it would be barely noticeable under normal circumstances, but Lemiaoan was so nervous that he heard it.

"Is there anyone still alive?" Fiammetta also reacted.

"It must have been hidden so Zhuang Ning didn't find it."

Remian walked into the dark room cautiously, and saw a dark but wide corridor. The knocking on the door became louder.

Fiammetta couldn't help but feel uneasy: "It seems there is still crying."

"It's crying." Lemiaoan put a little force on the last door.

They shouldn't have gotten involved, but their conscience made them break into the deepest dark room.

The next scene stunned the two of them. A petite film boy was lying in front of the door, banging on it hard, with obvious signs of violence on his body.

He was in rags and naked, like a slave, which was obviously the bad taste of the monastery master.

He wanted to say something else, but his tongue had been cut off and he could only mumble uneasy whispers.

"This is?"

"Poor child." Lemiao's face was as cold as frost. "The bishop of this monastery looks gentle, but his hobbies are very strange."

"He forced the boy!" Fiammetta's hands trembled. "Isn't this against the law? He is Sakota!"

"Our most basic law is not to kill one's own kind, and this is a film." Lemiaoan was silent for a long time, and whispered, "The bishop is cruel, and the nun is the harbinger. I actually think the doctor is right. This monastery should be burned down, but this dark room was kept secret and was lucky enough not to be affected."

Fiammetta clenched her fists. “The monastery is also full of such dirty things.”

"You know how many Lateran monasteries there are in this land. The Pope can't take care of every one of them."

“But this is still wrong, right?”

Lemion did not answer.

Seeing that she could not get an answer, Fiammetta asked again: "What should we do with this child? Take him with us?"

This will definitely alarm Zhuang Ning, but if he gives up, he will die.

Remyeon stroked the boy's head and made a decision in a flash: "Wait for us here for a while, I will save you."

The halo above her head began to light up, emitting a soft light in the darkness.

This seemed to be somewhat convincing, and the boy calmed down a little.

There was no expectation in his eyes, only numbness and emptiness. He did not ask for help, he just hoped that the two people would take him away.

He called out incoherently, made hoarse and broken cries, and clapped his hands about something.

Under that gaze, Lemion and Fiammetta turned away, both feeling their shoulders grow heavy.

They probably can't go back.

Soon, Remion sneaked into the storage room and found the discarded weapons.

"This is too smooth, it's like a trap," said Fiammetta.

"But to call it a trap is a waste of time. With his ability, if he really wants to stop us from escaping, he has a thousand ways to do it." Lemiaoan felt strange.

Ever since he was caught by Zhuang Ning, the man no longer cared about them.

If that’s the case, why keep us by your side… Lemiaoan thought, touching something casually.

That is the account book placed next to the weapons, kept in paper form. The reason for this is probably that it cannot be preserved in electronic form, so this retro form was chosen in a roundabout way.

"Do you know how to look at this?" Fiammetta raised an eyebrow.

"I've learned a little." Lemiaoan picked it up, flipped through it casually, and his expression became increasingly gloomy.

"You really have learned everything." Fiammetta complained in his heart, thinking that this thing could be opened slowly after escaping.

But Lemiaoan froze in place.

The conversations in the courtyard became louder, and the people speaking deliberately wanted to be heard.

"I burned this place down to serve the people."

"why?"

"Because there are a lot of bad debts here. Well, let me put it nicely, it's called usury." The voice gradually became weird. "The monastery can't survive for long if it only relies on the support of the Lateran. And the monks don't have any business, so they have to find some way to make money."

"So you're just lending money at high interest rates?!"

"How many people were destroyed by them, and in the end had to sell their property, become refugees in the wilderness, or die in natural disasters."

The Archangel shuddered: "I don't know this."

"Why do you know all this? You live a comfortable life, feeling complacent and thinking you have made a contribution to Terra." Zhuang Ning shrugged. "Under such circumstances, it is hard for you to imagine where your wealth comes from, right?"

"Of course, I won't be too absolute. There must be an upright monastery in Lateran, but such creatures usually don't survive for long." He smiled, "I remember there is an operator from 'Landon Monastery' on Rhodes Island, codenamed Kong Xian."

"She is upright and unwilling to work in such a lowly industry. In the end, she has fallen to the point of becoming an idol to make money."

Lemiaoan intuitively felt that Zhuang Ning was not lying.

After all, the Lateran's background was not so clean, and usury was common in the monastery.

Sakota has a good nature? How is that possible? The theory of nature is the most unreliable. The evidence is that as long as they go to the outside world, there are no shortage of angels who have been tainted by evil.

"The properties recorded in this bill were all taken from some poor people."

"This monastery is collaborating with the Syracuse family, secretly exploiting the locals together."

Fiammetta was a little reluctant to accept this fact, frowning and biting her lip:

"Damn it."

Lemiaoan put away the account, took a deep breath, and said, "The doctor did it on purpose—deliberately let us escape and deliberately let us see this."

She anxiously picked up the weapon, maintained it, and made crackling noises, no longer shying away.

Fiammetta silently gripped the howitzer: "What are you going to do?"

"He thought that would change my mind about Rutland, but I'm not that naive."

Lemiaoan said coldly, "I want to take Ale back, that's all."

There were problems with the monastery, no matter what, Lateran was her home after all, and there was not much room in Remyan's heart, it was like a tangled mess.

But the devil's whisper echoed behind him: "Really, Miss Lemiaoan?"

At some point, Zhuang Ning was sitting upright on a chair in the storage room, legs crossed, his eyes flashing with golden light in the dark night.

He should have been talking to the Archangel in the courtyard... Remiaoan instinctively pointed the gun at Zhuang Ning, but after thinking about it, he lowered the gun weakly with a depressed expression.

"You bastard."

"It was a good performance. It was a real pleasure to watch." Zhuang Ning raised his glass of red wine, enjoying its aroma and taking a sip.

"You want to deceive us, but the monastery is different from the Lateran." Fiammetta roared, as if grasping at the last straw. "The absurdity of the monastery does not mean the problem of the Lateran!"

“Even if your cardinal actually condones the monastery’s plunder of the people’s wealth?” Zhuang Ning looked dimly.

"acquiescence?"

"As long as it's not put on the table, it's naturally tacitly approved." Zhuang Ning smiled quietly, enjoying the quiet atmosphere. "I randomly selected eleven monasteries, without exception. Can you call this a coincidence?"

Fiammetta was speechless.

But Zhuang Ning smiled even more happily: "How cute, Feiya, let me ask you a question."

"The Lateran is a paradise on earth, without poverty, war, or famine."

"But what's the price? What is the price of achieving this beauty?"

“Where is the price?”

"Why not? The sweets wasted by Lateran alone in a year are enough to support Sargon's countless tribes, right?"

“We have our own industry!”

"Well, what is it exactly?"

"Weapons, real estate, and the monastery's--" Fiammetta stopped answering, his face showing a strange struggle.

"You're not going to say it anymore? Then let me say it for you. The prosperity of Lateran is built on the monastery."

"You can live a comfortable life at the cost of exploiting others. It's an equal exchange and there's nothing to be ashamed of." Zhuang Ning murmured.

"Enough, what does that have to do with us!"

"You think it's okay?" Zhuang Ning was silent for a moment, and then became even more distorted. "Really?"

"Shut up!"

"Just think of it as my bad taste." Zhuang Ning turned his head and looked at the Archangel who walked in the door. "Lemiaoan, can you say the same thing to your sister?"

"elder sister."

"Ale." Pain flashed in Lemiao's eyes.

"I can let you go. After all, I am kind-hearted and don't like killing. Everything is inevitable."

"You can return to Lateran, or flee to another place. I leave the choice to you."

Zhuang Ning said calmly, "Fiammetta, I can tell you that on December 12, I will launch an attack on the Lateran. You can convey this matter to the Pope."

Zhuang Ning turned his head and said, "And you, Lemiaoan, if Angel Nervous wants to follow you, I don't mind."

"I'll say it again. On the 24th, which is about ten days from now, I will destroy the Holy City and your God in the most brutal way possible."

Remian seemed not to hear and grabbed the sleeve of the Angel of Exorcism: "Ale, follow me!"

The Archangel did move for a moment.