The King and Queen's maneuvering ultimately failed.
The Bishop could not tolerate a scholar who openly opposed them being allowed to live.
The stake was ready.
"Roast him for two hours first!" the Bishop shouted.
"Let me go!" Nile struggled. "I'm innocent!"
He still held on to hope. He wanted to see Madam Ernst appear.
Unfortunately, Madam Ernst never appeared.
He understood her. She probably could not bear to watch him be burned alive.
As the torch was thrown in, flames and thick smoke began to rise.
The rabble below applauded and cheered.
"Burn him! Burn him!"
"Don't burn him so quickly! Let us watch a little longer!"
He merely looked at those people with pity.
They muddled through their entire lives, never knowing why they could earn only so few copper coins, never catching even a glimpse of gold.
They could see no path to advancement and could only rely on luck to get ahead.
This was a world of ignorance.
"Strange, why can't I feel any pain?" he suddenly realized.
If he truly felt the agony of burning, there was no way he could pity anyone else.
Pain signals would make the brain stop thinking, leaving only one sensation: pain.
Pain could completely halt rational thought.
"Do you want revenge against these foolish people?" A voice suddenly spoke from his left hand.
"What voice? Who are you?" Nile cried out.
"Never mind who I am. Do you want revenge against these foolish people?" his left hand continued.
"Taking revenge on them is meaningless. Knowing who you are is more meaningful!" Nile said with immense delight.
It was the joy of seeing something new.
"You truly are the light of reason in this ignorant world. My taking such a great risk to come here was not in vain. Come