I did not sympathize with the old man's plight.
Perhaps it was because I had never had a good impression of the Holy See to begin with.
Besides, he had brought this upon himself. If he had been like Zeus, kept his hands to himself, and patiently waited for a chance at rebirth, none of this would have happened.
And he had said it himself—he had merely infused a wisp of soul into that new body. Put bluntly, that wisp of soul was still part of himself. Wasn't what that guy did also driven by the evil in his own heart?
Besides, Ye Jinghong had secretly asked me something. She asked whether I could determine who was telling the truth—the old man or the guy on the cross.
I truly had no idea who was telling the truth and who was lying.
After all, all I had heard was their side of the story.
As for what had really happened, I could not figure it out.
In my view, what did it have to do with me whether the horse killed the ox or the ox killed the horse? The reason I had agreed to help the guy on the cross was simply because I had accepted his benefits. As the saying went, taking favors from others left you obliged to them. Besides, I felt that if he could lead the Holy See's people well, they could indeed become a powerful force against the invaders.
That was why I had agreed to make a trip to Pompeii City.
Of course, I also had selfish motives. I wanted to see whether I might encounter the Ancient Pompeii people.
I was curious whether Ancient Pompeii civilization was similar to Ancient Shu civilization. If there was a gap, how large was it? And