Chapter 724: It’s the same choice, how do you answer [666+6]
If possible, who would want to die?

The priest didn’t think for long, “If I say it, can I live?”

If saying or not saying results in the same outcome, then he would rather not say it.

Because those who betray cannot go to heaven, they can only fall into hell.

He was a member of the Holy Bell Party, but he was also a clergyman. If the final outcome was death, he hoped that he could go to heaven because of his noble character.

One thing worth noting here is that many people mistakenly confuse religion with secular law.

Just like he kidnapped those girls, from a secular perspective he was indeed guilty. Kidnapping and rape, these charges were enough to send him to the electric chair.

But if we look at it from the religious perspective of the past ignorant era, the status of women has always been very low, so doing anything to them cannot be considered a heinous crime.

He was able to generously help those girls, marry them, give them food, drink and a place to live, and this is kindness.

As for violence and such, that is not a fault, it is just a family relationship between husband and wife.

Lance took out a revolver from the person next to him, the priest’s carved silver revolver with ivory handle. He loaded two bullets into it, and then flicked the magazine with a click.

The magazine of the revolver was rolling with a rattling sound. Lance pointed the muzzle downwards, preventing him from seeing the specific situation in the magazine. “You believe in God so much, God will give you a fair trial.”

The priest hesitated for a few seconds and made a decision, “I trust your credibility, Mr. Lance.”

“What do you want to know?”

Lance handed the revolver to the person next to him, turned around and put his arm around the priest’s shoulders. “There are many things I want to know…”

He did want to know a lot of things, all the crimes related to the Holy Bell Party, and the kind of crimes that could anger the believers.

Not all criminal acts can anger believers, especially in relatively conservative areas. If the Holy Bell Party killed a few dark-skinned farmers who escaped from the farm because they could not bear the heavy work, the farmers and believers would only feel that they were right!
These people deserve to die.

Therefore, we must first undermine the Holy Bell Party’s position in these people’s minds before we can take action against them.

At the same time, two young people also arrived at a funeral home in a city in Sumuli.

One of the young men greeted the girl at the front desk and walked over. “Someone informed us that someone we know is here now, and we plan to take them home.”

The girl at the front desk looked at the handsome young man in front of her and smiled more. “What are their names?”

“Alberto, and Fordis.”

The girl was stunned for a moment. She looked down at the small card hidden inside the counter, invisible to outsiders. The two names were on it.

“I need to make a phone call to confirm!” Her heartbeat quickened a little, and she didn’t dare to continue looking at the handsome guy in front of her. The visitor had no objection.

She picked up the phone and took a deep breath to make herself look calmer. “Manager, two gentlemen said they were coming to take away the bodies of Alberto and Fortis.”

The manager was also stunned for a moment, then said, “Tell them to come to my office.”

As he hung up the phone, he dialed the number Christopher left him, “They’re here…”

Two minutes later, led by the girl at the front desk, two young men entered the manager’s office.

The manager looked at the two young men in front of him, who were at most 22 or 23 years old, and felt a little sorry and also a sense of guilt.

He first invited the two to sit down, and then casually asked, “You don’t look like locals?”

“What would you like to drink?” He walked to the small bar next to him. “Coffee or tea?”

The two young men looked at each other and said, “Coffee.”

The manager poured them two cups of coffee, but in fact all he did was to buy time.

He returned to the table with the coffee, placed it in front of the two men, received their thanks, and then sat down opposite them.

“Where are you from?”

One of the young men sipped his coffee, “From the Federation.”

The manager gave a suitably surprised expression, “Federal?”

“That’s a great place. I heard the air there is sweet and even the tap water tastes sweet, right?”

With the popularization of Lans, they no longer use tap water casually, and they also understand the harm caused by tap water flowing in lead pipes. At this time, when they hear others say this, they can’t help but have a very strange emotion.

The man holding the coffee nodded, “Yes, it’s sweet, and if you ever get a chance to come by, I’ll buy you a glass of tap water.”

All three laughed, but the laughter didn’t last long.

“How are you going to get the body back?”

“Excuse me, if you want to transport the bodies back, you need special equipment, and not all ships support you doing so.”

“Personally, I would recommend that you take the ashes back home. The effect is the same.”

“In addition, there is a fee that you need to pay.”

The manager took out the bill and handed it over. “The cost of storing the body and using the cold storage is about… two hundred and twenty reais in total.” “If you can pay me in federal sols, it will only cost thirty dollars.”

Because of the war, supplies on the market became scarce and the purchasing power of the local currency began to decline.

Many people are not optimistic about this war. Some rich people have left early, and the rest are poor.

The Federation has become a place that many people want to go. Even in the sumu, the Federation’s wealth is well-known far and wide.

Rumors like “There is a twenty-five-cent coin on the street, but no one picks it up because every Federal citizen can earn far more than the value of the coin by bending over in the time they spend, so they won’t bend over for a twenty-five-cent coin” can be seen almost everywhere.

This is where the negative impact on the locals came into play as a result of the Pasletto family’s rebellion against the four major families.

Many people believe that the Federation is a rich place and that going there can help them move from poverty to wealth.

The Pasletto family made a lot of money in the Federation, so they don’t want to come back.

Many people were planning to flee to the Union, either to avoid military service or because they were pessimistic about the war.

The Federation does not use Yare as currency, and they have to exchange it privately for Federation Sols, and the exchange rate is difficult to describe.

Although Sumuli and the Federation have established diplomatic relations, there is hardly any significant trade between the two sides, so there are not many federal soles in reserve.

If you want to exchange your money for federal sols, you have to go to the black market.

The manager could exchange the thirty dollars worth of federal sols for at least three hundred dollars worth of somurei on the black market.

The young man did not object and took out three ten-dollar federal soles and handed them over.

At the same time, he continued, “Thank you for your advice, but we still plan to bring the body back. If we need any means of transportation, please help us contact them. There is also a boat.”

“money is not a problem.”

The manager had forgotten his original job at this time and was thinking about how much money this business could bring him.

“You need a dry ice cabinet specifically for storing bodies, filled with dry ice, and a ship willing to carry you.”

“I can probably help you get these things…” He took out a pen and wrote something on a piece of paper, then held his forehead and said, “It will probably cost 1,200 yuan.”

He looked at the two and added, “Federal Sol.”

He was afraid that the two would accuse him of blackmail, so he explained, “The container for the body was custom-made, plus the dry ice, it cost about two hundred dollars, and the rest is the shipping fee. After all… you know, sometimes people are very taboo about this, unless you can give enough.”

The two young men did not object. The task Lance gave him was that as long as they could bring the two bodies back, the cost did not matter.

He received staggering sums of money every day and didn’t care at all about the exorbitant amount asked for by a funeral home manager.

Of course, if he really opened his mouth to an outrageous size, Lance wouldn’t mind arranging someone to make him pay for his greed.

The two young men did not refuse the offer, “When can it be arranged?”

The manager was about to speak when he suddenly shut his mouth. The door behind them opened and a dozen people with weapons rushed in.

The blond guy sitting on the left turned around and stood up, just as he was about to speak, a brown-haired guy came over and knocked him to the ground with a punch.

Another young man also stood up, but several guns were pointed at his head, making him unable to move.

The leader of these people moved his shoulders and said, “Take it back!”

His eyes lingered on the funeral director’s face for a moment, then he turned away.

More than ten minutes later, the two young men were taken to a villa. Christopher, who was sitting on the sofa, holding a wine glass in one hand and a cigar in the other, frowned slightly as he looked at the two young men who were taken over.

“Are you Cisco’s men?”

“Where are the Siskos?”

“Uncle Alberto, who loved him the most, died. Didn’t he come himself?”

He was very familiar with his “cousin”. As the heir of a gang, he actually went to school. He looked down on Francisco from the bottom of his heart.

As a result, he didn’t think much of the subordinates who might be his cousin.

The sarcasm on his face when he said these words could be removed to peel an apple!

The blond young man pursed his lips and said, “We are from the Lance family.”

Christopher was stunned for a moment, “Lance Family?”

“Are you Lance’s people?”

A more unhappy look flashed in his eyes, because all the misfortunes came from Lance.

If Paul hadn’t asked him to give his most profitable bar to Lance, the subsequent series of events would not have happened, and he wouldn’t have to regret the stupid things he did in the dead of night!
He immediately pulled out his gun, walked up to the blond boy, put the muzzle of the gun against his forehead, and punched him hard, “As long as you kneel down and say ‘Lance is a bastard’, I will let you go!”

(End of this chapter)