I Have a Sailing Game

Chapter 543 - 315: Good People Deserve to Have Guns Pointed at Them (Double Length)

"The Sphincter Region is now bordering the Natural Church, although it’s just a small section, they can still pose a threat to us."

"The Secret Society had previously negotiated with the emissaries of the Natural Church to resist the Kizi Church together, but later we made peace with the Kizi Church."

"I know." Hearing this, Bishop Doyle’s expression turned serious.

Rogel naturally had informed him about this matter, and one of the purposes for him being here was also to resist the Natural Church.

Ashru nodded, "Then let me directly tell you about the situation of the Natural Church..."

Upon hearing this, Doyle listened earnestly.

As the saying goes, knowing yourself and knowing your enemy ensures victory in a hundred battles. The Natural Church, as their potential adversary, needed to be understood thoroughly.

However.

Just as Ashru was about to elaborate on the intelligence concerning the Natural Church to Doyle.

A Black Tide Knight rushed in, reporting in a deep voice.

"Bishop Doyle, someone is causing trouble in the square, do you need them detained?"

"Trouble?" Doyle frowned slightly, exchanging a look with Ashru beside him, "Let’s go and see."

Soon, under the guidance of the Black Tide Knight, the two arrived at the square.

Before they even entered the square.

Doyle sharply caught the sound of a man loudly shouting.

"... This is enslaving our minds, restricting our freedom. We were born with the right to enjoy desire, why should we be controlled by this foreign church?"

"We all have the right to reject the laws of the Black Tide Secret Society!"

"Oh?" Doyle was a bit surprised.

Besides the man’s shout, he also heard the murmurs of the other islanders.

After piecing it together, he naturally figured out what the man was causing a scene about.

He was protesting against one of the laws of the Black Tide Secret Society — the prohibition against gathering to indulge desires.

"It seems this person has been deeply poisoned by the Kizi Church."

Ashru sneered.

The Sphincter is the heartland of the Kizi Church, having been a faith territory for much longer than Scot.

Over such a long time and with cultural influence, some have imprinted it deeply in their minds.

The sudden takeover by the Black Tide Secret Society would naturally make those previously engrossed unaccustomed.

This was evident from the reactions of the surrounding crowd watching.

Many among them, at least, did not oppose the man’s words.

After staring at the man for a moment, Doyle walked up directly, surrounded by the protection of the believers.

"Who is he?"

"Seems like the new Bishop of the Black Tide Secret Society..."

"Is he going to arrest that guy? Step back!"

The onlookers chatted amongst themselves, opening up a path for him.

Seeing Doyle directly approaching him, the man panicked a bit inside.

"What? Are you going to arrest me? Doesn’t the Black Tide Secret Society advocate equality? Now you want to bully a commoner like me, huh?"

"Everyone, look! The Black Tide Secret Society talks sweetly, but in reality, they don’t treat us as real people... Cough! Cough cough..."

He was somewhat blustering, but barely said a few words before he began to cough violently, as if plagued by disease.

"This is..."

Ashru raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at Doyle.

Doyle merely nodded subtly, his voice, enhanced by Extraordinary Power, reaching every ear present.

"You have Desire Disease."

Hearing this, the man’s face changed dramatically.

"Don’t talk nonsense!"

To this, Doyle just shook his head with a faint smile, a light flashing in his pupils.

In an instant, the man’s hands began to uncontrollably reach towards his own sleeves.

"What...what did you do to me? Cough... cough cough!"

Doyle, however, ignored him, instead looking towards the people present.

"Desire itself is not dirty, but if not restrained, it can lead to terrible consequences."

"Like these filthy diseases."

As he spoke, under Doyle’s control, the man before him slowly pulled back his sleeves, revealing the horrific red sores and wounds beneath, manifestations of the disease.

Many in the crowd who saw this scene were quite startled, while others looked very disturbed.

"You...should...ooo ooo ooo..."

Seeing this, a man at the back wanted to curse Doyle, but just halfway through, his mouth involuntarily shut, only able to utter whimpers.

"The laws of the Secret Society have their reasons."

"Take him away and detain him."

Doyle ordered, and a few knights quickly stepped forward to take him away.

Afterward, he glanced at the crowd at the scene and then left.

Some things can’t be told to everyone.

On the way, Ashru was pondering, "I’ve never heard of anyone daring to question the laws under the Kizi Church."

Indeed, such situations were rare, even under the previously impoverished Kizi Church.

"Because the Kizi Church doesn’t allow them to speak, whereas the Black Tide Secret Society permits them."

At that, Doyle just chuckled.

Yes, that was the reason.

Because the Black Tide Secret Society was "easier to bully".

In the past, the Kizi Church wouldn’t allow anyone to question the correctness of their laws.

Could a commoner dare to question them?

Bold!

Did the Faith Lords allow you to speak? To the stake with you!

But now things were different.

The Black Tide Secret Society granted many a higher sense of dignity and status.

This led some ignorant people to seize the opportunity to jump out.

They probably embraced a mindset of "you won’t kill me anyway", taking the risk to gamble a bit.

Doyle had encountered similar situations during the Eclipse.

Back when they were hunted by the church, they had saved a commoner and later hid in nearby mountains to evade the pursuers.

However, unexpectedly, when the church came, that commoner revealed their whereabouts completely, causing them great losses.

At that time, Doyle didn’t understand.

But later, he realized.

Whether they’d saved that commoner or not didn’t matter to him.

What mattered most in his eyes was who had the power to kill him.

Doyle and his group wouldn’t kill the commoner, but if he didn’t betray them, the church could send him to the stake at any time...

The situation of the man just now was similar to what he had encountered before.

He thought that with the actions of the Black Tide Secret Society, they wouldn’t easily kill him.

So he began to try resisting the laws of the Black Tide Secret Society.

Doyle, however, didn’t intend to give him that chance, explaining briefly and then having him detained directly.

The Black Tide Secret Society continues their ideals of equality and dignity.

But they also need to maintain a sufficient level of reverence for the Black Tide Secret Society.

"A kind-hearted person is easily bullied..."

Ashru paused, understanding Doyle’s implication, and sighed.

"Not everyone is hopelessly foolish."

Doyle shook his head with a smile.

Such matters no longer affected his state of mind.

Now, he needed to consider another matter.

Desire Disease.

Under the former rule of the Kizi Church, the islanders largely indulged in their desires, harboring numerous hidden Desire Diseases.

Before they took over, the manifestations of these Desire Diseases were suppressed and absorbed by the Desire Curse power within the Kizi Church.

But after they took control, these Desire Diseases began to manifest...

Doyle had to take this matter seriously and discuss it with Rogel.

If not handled properly, it could potentially lead to some serious consequences...

...

However, at this moment, Rogel obviously didn’t have the leisure time to discuss this matter with Doyle.

Boom——

Thunder roared!

Standing tall, he stood atop a massive tsunami hundreds of meters high, beneath a canopy of dark thunderclouds, with hurricanes raging on either side, while the space behind him gathered with the dark yellow Power of Destruction.

"Woo——"

Within the massive tsunami, large whales were caught, countless fish and shrimp, even the wreckage of sunken ships.

Whizzing——

The black hood and cloak were swept by the fierce wind, revealing sharp eyes.

Rogel gazed at the City of Harvest ahead, his expression unchanging.

He was here to crash the party!