An indescribable rage reigned over him. To find such a woman, he has been tracking down here. A priest.. Katakura has the stick ready. Murderers and robbers, call them priests. Katakura glared at the priest. This demon! The priest made a heavy sound and stepped forward. You are the devil. You are the king of demons who see our religion as an eyesore. Before that, I saw through the witch you sent and sentenced several people to be burned after the trial of heresy. Now it's time to destroy the devil himself. "Don't talk nonsense, old man!" "Is it nonsense?" The priest pointed his tin staff diagonally upward. Katakura moved forward casually. If this priest is a strange thief, and if he is a devil left over from the war, then he is old, but Katakura knows that he can't be careless. However,aluminium edge trim, this kind of thing Katakura did not take it seriously. Why is it so difficult to defeat an old man over fifty years old? Katakura was so angry at his wife's strange change. He lost his sense of normality. Kill the priest-Katakura had only one thought. He thought it would be easy. The distance is getting closer. Matsuaki held up behind the men's backs. The shadow of the priest covered Katakura. He aimed at the priest's body and swung the stick in his hand. Katakura thought this would knock the priest down. With a click, the metal of the stick and the tin staff came together. Hearing the sound, Katakura's wrist felt numb and the stick was knocked off. The huge shadow of the priest, with his back to the flames,aluminum tile trim, trailed. Katakura saw the tin staff stretching across the space. Katakura jumped back. But he lost his center of gravity. The men dropped their sticks and rushed up. Katakura kicked down the first man who jumped on him, but that was all. The men swarmed up and pushed Katakura to the ground. Soon, Katakura was tied behind his back. Pull another demon out of the trap! The trial for heresy will begin immediately. The priest ordered in a hoarse voice. The devil's mouth is hard. The priest came to Katakura and said sarcastically. Katakura was silent. Holding up Matsuaki, his wife, dressed in a monk's robe, looked intently at Katakura. Katakura and Yamasawa were taken into a room by the waterwheel. The house is very large, stainless steel tile trim ,stainless steel tile edging, and it is a large living room with the partition removed. The priest sat with his back to the shrine, and Katakura and Yamasawa were surrounded between the male and female monks. The trial for heresy begins now. The priest announced solemnly. The murmur of the stream flowed into the house. Katakura felt that the sound of the water had changed from the slackness of summer to the cold of winter. The wick of the kerosene lamp flickered. The whole house was silent. What is a heresy trial? Monk It's an interrogation to see if you're demons. If it is a demon, it will be burned. "It's the devil." Yamasawa laughed in a low voice. Katakura heard Yamasawa's laughter for the first time. First, start with the confession. Ask you first! At the priest's signal, Katakura was taken aside. You are stupid! The priest's voice was majestic. The devil is the monk yourself! Yamasawa scoffed. Strip the man and hang him. There was anger in the priest's voice. The pulley was lowered from the patio. Several bodies stripped off Yamasawa's clothes. The naked Yamasawa was lifted briskly by the pulley. The rope is deeply embedded in the mountains. The rope on the hand tied behind his back was also tied to the pulley. From the twisting of Yamasawa's shoulder muscles, Katakura could see that Yamasawa's wrist seemed to be beginning to break. Katakura felt a shudder. This is not a panic. Katakura felt angry from the bottom of his heart about this inhuman tyranny. The naked body of the suspended Yamasawa slowly rotated with the twist of the rope. Yamasawa's muscles and bones are very strong, as if he had been specially trained. Yamasawa said nothing. Katakura guessed at Yamasawa's heart. Being arrested and tortured is nothing. But being naked in full view of the public is more than death for a man. Yamasawa closed his eyes under the gaze of the crowd. As soon as you enter the sphere of influence of the Heaven and Earth religion, you are already under surveillance. If you don't find out, it means you're stupid. "Monk!" Cried Yamasawa. His voice was inflamed with pain. Your true colors have been found out. You are one of the members of the regional special guard force that appeared at the end of the war. So, I have something to say. Put me down. You are also a trained body. Take me on. You can hold a weapon. I can do it empty-handed. Accept the challenge. If you know honor. If you defeat me, you don't have to be a demon. How's it going Yamasawa intermittently issued a challenge to the priest. Kyoko, please come here. The priest did not answer Yamasawa's words. "Yes, yes, Monsieur the Priest." Kyoko bowed to the priest. The man's trial for heresy is over. No need to investigate. It must be the devil. Therefore, the punishment is burning. If it is a female demon, it will be disposed of by men before execution, but the demon is male. You are free to dispose of him in order. Your husband is next. Both of them have friendship with you. So both of them will be handed over to you at first. They can be punished first with a whip, and you are the first to deal with them. "Yes, thank you, Monsieur the Priest." Kyoko bowed. A man handed the whip to Kyoko. It's very hard to smoke! "Yes, Monsieur that pry." Kyoko stood up with a whip in her hand. Stop it! Cried Katakura. Kyoko took the whip and walked over to the naked Yamasawa. She has a scarf around her head. She seemed very nervous,metal trim manufacturers, and the muscles of her face twitched. Under the kerosene light, Kyoko's white face was very sad. Katakura felt that there was a devil in Kyoko's appearance. 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