C3324 Last Communion (2/2)

”Please, let me go …” ”I'll give you money, I'll give you all my property …”

”You guys got me wrong, I'm not an officer, I'm actually a liar …”

”Heehee hee …” Heeheehee … Louis XVI is back... ”Louis XVI is back …”

There were those who paid bribes, those who refused to admit their deaths, and even those who simply went crazy. The entire prison cell was in chaos.

The prison wardens didn't have the time to care about these trash. A cold voice shouted, ”Release those six most important people …” Six, six! ”

Darvabel stood up, smoothing out the folds of his robe as best he could, and poured a few drops of water into his palms. His wet hands began to straighten his disheveled hair.

He placed the last piece of bread in his palm. He was going to recite the prayer scriptures for the Holy Communion. Before, he was always the one praying for other people to make Holy Communion, but today, he was going to make himself a final meal!

He put the bread in his hand, thought for a while and broke off another piece, tossing it onto the corner of the table. During this period of time, his mouse friend had accompanied him through countless lonely nights, so he was part of the Holy Feast.

The scripture had long since been thoroughly learned. His lips rapidly changed, and the short ceremony soon ended.

When the dry bread was placed in his mouth, it had a special sweetness to it!

With a clang, the iron gate was opened. Raoult Rigo walked in from outside.

”Mm …” It was clear that the archbishop had never stopped being addressed like this before, but in the end, he did not retort and only sighed and nodded, ”Yes, I am!”

”Answer my question! ”Why don't you cooperate with the commune?”

Shrugging his shoulders, the archbishop could not help but say self-deprecatingly, ”Because the moment the civil war began, I was arrested!”

”No one is joking with you. Put away your disgusting face and let me ask you, why don't you work for our commune?”

”Child... All my life I have only worked for God! ”Forever...”

Raoult Rigo had nothing else to say, he nodded his head, ”If you refuse to repent even if you die, then don't blame us … Take him away! ”

The soldier escorted the archbishop out of the cell. When he walked past Raoult Rigo, the archbishop paused for a moment.

”Child, do you remember who baptized you when you were born? We are all blessed by God... ”

Raoult Rigo's body trembled, his face was pale white!

Archbishop Davabul was the supreme cleric of the Catholic French parish, and with him were six other priests, also very high priests.

Bonjon, Degree, Alad, Diedrich, Clare... Together with Archbishop Davable, six men were taken away by the soldiers.

The moment they appeared, the entire cell was deathly silent. The Empire's military officers, capitalists, and councilors lying on the small window by the door were all shocked to discover that the first to be escorted away was actually the archbishop and his entourage.

”My God! What are you doing? ”The heavens will punish you, you can't be like this …”

”What kind of hatred is this? That's why you guys are so crazy? ”Just why …”

With a loud bang, the butt of the gun smashed against the metal door. ”Shut up, you damned bastards …” McMahon's soldiers are massacring the people of Paris! ”

”They won't even let a woman or a child go … You are all accomplices! They all have to die! ”