Chapter 761

Chapter 761 Tablet

Chapter 761 Tablet

Cascadians valued their relationships with their people. The Foplyan officer was sure that the medium before them would not disregard the heroic spirits‘ wellbeing and attack them.

He laid on the ground in pain as he looked at Wynter viciously. “Will you ever be at peace if you annihilate the heroic spirits with your own hands?

“No wonder I found you familiar. The Quinnell family is truly our biggest enemy. When you die, do you think your family members will forgive you? At the end of the day, we still ended up on top!”

Then, the Foplyan troop burst out into laughter. But Wynter wasn’t listening to what they were saying. She turned to look at the statue once more.

According to the rules, the spirits weren’t supposed to receive the faith of the people from the chapel. families, one would need to have a tablet with their name

The people of the Quinnell family? In those bi

on it…

Wynter suddenly lifted her gaze and pulled Ivarick over. “Did someone place a tablet with their names here for the people to worship them? Tell me right now, where are those tablets?

“If you don’t, I’ll make your life a living hell. I’m not a believer, and I do not care about murdering people. You’ve seen my way of doing things firsthand. I will always do as I promise.”

Ivarick said a small prayer once more and said, “When will this cycle of revenge end? Sister, I don’t understand what you’re saying.

Wynter’s gaze darkened as she placed three needles into him. This was her first time performing acupuncture before such a large crowd.

The number of people had increased tenfold as everyone knew that there was a commotion happening in the chapel. They came to take a look as they had heard it was related to a human trafficking organization.

At the same time, the whole incident had gone viral on Twitter.

Everyone was watching as Wynter placed a needle on Ivarick’s forehead. She said, “Back then, those Foplyan troops used this method to torture our heroes. Why don’t you try it and see how it feels?

“If you don’t want to say anything, then there’s no need for you to speak anymore.” Wynter placed a final needle into the top of his head.

Ivarick felt his legs weaken as he fell to the ground on his knees. He had never experienced such pain throughout his time as a priest.

Normally, he would place two cushions on the floor before kneeling to pray. Even the water he drank could not be too hot or too cold. Everyone treated him like a god. Everyone except her!

Ivarick gritted his teeth as his body trembled from the pain. “Aren’t you afraid of offending the gods by treating me, a priest, like this?”

Wynter said slowly, “The gods? If the gods were here, a traitor like you would be the first one they would

punish.”

The crowd immediately began to murmur when they heard the word “traitor“. Some of the priests came forward trying to stop her while some began praying.

All of them were priests of the chapel. They definitely wanted to help the chapel.

Their behavior was clear. They were trying to suggest to the public that Wynter was disrespecting their gods. It was a huge dishonor.

The association also made a statement. They claimed that the incident in Swinford’s chapel was a special case. Although it was the guests‘ fault, the priests were also at fault.

The priests were wrong for not checking the identities of their guests, resulting in such a big scandal.

Despite how things had turned out, there were still people out there who wanted to save Ivarick. Some of the worshipers were still defending him.

Some people even believed that Wynter’s attitude was the bigger problem. After all, she was the CEO of the Quinnell Group, butt she remained disrespectful toward the priests.

Some of the comments on the internet were just disgusting.

“Mr. Edore isn’t the only priest within the chapel.”

“Can’t she be more polite toward the other priests?”

“She is in a chapel! Is there a need to be so hostile?”

With such people still around, Wynter’s efforts weren’t enough to destroy the Foplyan troops due to the power of faith.