Bax could not understand Benedict's thinking. He even said optimistically, "I don't think we're going to die."
Benedict glanced at him in surprise and said, "The Bible says that what belongs to the gods belongs to the gods, and what belongs to mortals belongs to mortals."
If gods did not exist, Benedict would certainly have thought those words had been made up by some charlatan to fool people.
But gods truly existed, so perhaps this was some kind of truth.
That was why he held out no hope and believed the gods would not intervene.
This time, it was Bax's turn to mock him.
"Heh, those big-shot officials also say compulsory education is free! They're just talking. You actually believed them?"
Sometimes, this devout believer Bax really seemed more like a heretic.
Still, he had a point. If it did not touch the gods' interests, then what belonged to mortals belonged to mortals.
But once the gods were truly enraged, that was called divine punishment.
Thinking it over, Benedict laughed as well.
"That's right. Perhaps you're right this time."
"What do you mean, perhaps? I'm definitely right."
Bax was carefree, looking as though he had nothing on his mind.
Of course, in a tense moment like this, it would be strange if he truly had no other thoughts.
But everyone at the church headquarters could only entrust their fates to the gods.
Perhaps for devout believers, gambling their lives on a miracle was also a worthwhile wager.
At this moment, negotiations between the council and the fleet ended without result.
The Mixed-Blood Scalekin councilors of the new council were both furious and helpless.
They were furious because they had only just formed a new civilized government, and these Scale Clan members had already come to challenge the council's authority.
They