This Holy Knight is So Despicable!
Chapter 37: You Are Unworthy of This Black Robe

Chapter 37: Chapter 37: You Are Unworthy of This Black Robe

The tower has nine levels, but the remaining two are not used to detain prisoners due to their special purposes.

To enter the eighth level, the Black robed Archbishop must personally open it. If one wants to enter the ninth level, the Pope and three Archbishops must simultaneously cast spells.

Therefore, those imprisoned on the seventh level are already the most ferocious and heinous criminals in the Judgment Court.

But now, they stand there just like the prisoners on the third level, obediently in their cages, legs apart and heads bowed, extremely submissive.

Even with the experience on the third level, Flander was just as terrified as Emily, finding it hard to comprehend for a while.

An Ancestor level vampire was only confined on the third level. One can only imagine what beasts of flood and ferocity could be on the seventh level.

Catastrophe level is considered the minimum, Extinction Level is very common, and there are even several Catastrophe-level fugitives.

Any one of these could cause a large-scale extinction disaster, yet now they bow their heads, not even daring to look at this group.

No, they don’t even have the courage to look at that man.

They’re truly curious about what insane things Lette did during his short two-year stay in the Holy City to achieve this effect.

Yet Lette is already accustomed to such a scene, navigating with ease as if returning home, he led the group to the last cell on the seventh level.

This was originally his exclusive room. Now, another person sat here.

He wore a black monk’s robe, with an unkempt appearance and dull eyes, sitting there dazedly.

Anyone who didn’t know would think he was a statue that hadn’t been cleaned for too long.

Even when footsteps were heard, the statue remained unmoved until Lette stood before him and sneered.

"The noble prince of the Holy Light, is this your condition? It’s a good thing those little fangirls of yours didn’t come along, or their girlish dreams would probably shatter."

"Lette... you’ve finally come."

"Were you waiting for me?"

"I was waiting for judgment."

"Alright, for what?"

"For my dereliction, endangering the lives of my colleagues."

"Joanna isn’t dead yet. Depending on her final outcome, the sentence on you also varies."

Lette sized up the other: "But I feel that before the results on her side are out, you’ve already been done for.

What’s this, some new form of slow suicide you’ve invented?"

"I am guilty..."

Adros’ eyes were slightly red, but due to long periods without water, he couldn’t even shed tears.

One could only say that fortunately, the Holy Light sustained his life force, or he would have long perished.

Seeing him like this, Lette sighed.

He familiarly pulled out a small stool from a dark corner of the cell and sat in front of Adros.

"Three years ago when I left the Holy City, you guys went to see me off at the East Gate. At that time, I had left instructions for you and Taylor.

I said Taylor may be a dumb ox, but you are nowhere near him.

I still remember your very dissatisfied expression.

What did you say at that time, again?

Oh, I, Adros, have never made any mistakes to this day. All tasks completed perfectly, all assessments passed with full marks!

How am I inferior to this dumb ox?

Now, have you figured it out yet?"

Looking at the bewildered eyes of Adros, Lette sighed.

"Adros, you are a sword forged of glass!

Pure and impeccable, incredibly sharp, but too fragile.

You can defeat Taylor a hundred times, a thousand times, even ten thousand times, yet he will still stand before you.

But he only needs to defeat you once, and you fall apart completely.

Failure means the end for you, but for him, it’s just a new beginning.

This is the most fundamental difference between you two!

People can pursue perfection; because of it, they are driven, they strive forward, pay attention to details, and achieve excellence.

But your pursuit of perfection doesn’t conflict with accepting imperfection!

The great Holy Light Church has endured for hundreds of years, leading to today’s splendor.

Wasn’t it achieved by numerous imperfect people pushing forward unremittingly?

Without absolutely perfect individuals, didn’t everyone still reach today?"

After Lette’s speech, the entire cell fell into silence. Flander couldn’t help but quietly whisper to Emily beside her.

"Is he really such a reasonable person? I thought he only knew how to bicker endlessly."

Emily couldn’t help but think of her family’s thriving and optimistic dungeon, shaking her head without giving a definitive answer.

"Hard to say, you’ll understand after you interact more."

At this time, the Knight Captain also hurriedly advised, "Yes, Lord Adros! Lord Lette is right, everyone is imperfect.

Imperfection is okay, no one blames you, and this incident is not your responsibility either.

The Black robed Holy Hall still has many affairs that need your leadership, let’s go out first, shall we?"

Taylor also came over to persuade him, "Adros, I know you’re in a bad mood! But there are many ways to deal with a bad mood!

Now that the boss is back, how about we go have a barbecue at the boss’s place? The boss says there isn’t anything a barbecue can’t solve!

If there is, just have another one!

I got a piece of top-grade Earth Dragon Meat the other day! And the Dwarves’ treasured brew!

Let’s drink until we’re satisfied! Tomorrow will be a new day!"

Faced with everyone’s persuasion, Adros suddenly pushed away their outstretched hands!

"No! It shouldn’t be like this! Mistakes should be severely punished! Discipline must be regulated!

Because everyone is like this! That’s why the Black robed Holy Hall has become a place to harbor filth! Breeding so many degenerates! Evildoers! People colluding with each other!

I want to prove to my father! I want him to know!

As a black robed believer, as long as you abide by the law! Fulfill your duties! Always regulate yourself with the teachings!

Even if you don’t do those dirty and abhorrent things, you can still do your best!

I’ve worked hard for so long, I clearly could do it! But I... failed in a place like this..."

Adros painfully grabbed his hair, the Knight Captain sighed helplessly at the sight.

Suddenly, Lette pressed his hands against his knees and slowly stood up.

Taylor shivered all over and quickly led everyone out of the cell: "Go go go!"

"What’s going on? What’s going on?"

"The boss is a patient person, but his patience is limited. It’s over, Adros is going to suffer a bit."

Before the words fell, within the cell Lette suddenly kicked up the small stool, grabbed it in hand, and swung it hard across Adros’ body.

With a bang, the latter was directly hit, crashing heavily against the wall.

Lette discarded the remains of the wooden stool, seemingly unsatisfied, and went forward for another round of kicks.

The Knight Captain turned pale with shock, gripping the iron bars and shouting, "Your Highness! Lord Lette! Don’t be impulsive! Lord Adros is just acting this way because of his father’s issues..."

"I know about his father’s issues."

Lette stopped, applied two Holy Healing Techniques to the barely alive Adros, then kicked him twice more.

"I’m hitting him precisely because of this."

Lette grabbed Adros and lifted him to his face, glaring at him intently.

"The so-called noble prince of the Holy Light can really boast, can’t you? I thought it was just a casual phrase, turns out you really want to be a Flawless Sword?

Do you know why I hit you?

Because you violated the teachings!

The Holy Light Scripture’s third Chapter, seventh section states, purity is the symbol of the Holy Light.

As a Holy Light believer, why do you insist on wearing black?

You haven’t even figured out the significance of the existence of Black robed believers, yet here you are boasting unashamedly."

Lette disdainfully threw him to the ground: "The flock doesn’t need loving shepherd dogs that care about their fleece, they need sharp claws! Fangs! And the determination to fight to the bitter end against evil wolves even if covered in blood!

Someone, strip him of his monk’s robe for me! He doesn’t deserve this shade of black!"

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