Zeyechuan was tied to a wooden post on a platform hastily erected by the Survey Corps, feeling the hatred and anger pouring toward him from the crowd before him.
Chen Si slowly climbed the steps and approached Zeyechuan.
"That's Lord Chen Si, the former top graduate of the Training Corps!"
"It's the Thunder God! What right does that damned mortal have to make the Thunder God execute him personally?"
"This will sully our lord's sacred hands!"
"How dare the Survey Corps disrespect the Thunder God like this? Aren't they afraid he'll bring divine punishment down on them?"
Erwin frowned slightly at this.
Chen Si was taken aback. What was wrong with these people? He looked into their fanatical eyes. The Church of Thunder... What genius came up with that?
"My fellow people! Quiet, please," Chen Si said slowly.
The disorder and noise stopped abruptly, and the crowd fell silent.
"The sinner Zeyechuan bears the lingering souls of dozens of lives. I shall deliver the innocent souls bound to him, allowing them to return home. May their next lives be happy and peaceful." Chen Si switched into persuasion mode.
"Thank you, my lord!"
"Thank you, my lord!"
"So the Thunder God has come to deliver the souls of the unjustly slain! Our lord is truly great!"
Some victims' relatives had tears in their eyes, while members of the Church of Thunder cried out fervently.
"This brat's pretty clever." Levi gave a slight nod.
"Levi, what do you think about supporting the Church of Thunder with Chen Si at its head?" Erwin asked, struck by a sudden idea.
"Are you thinking of...?" Levi could vaguely guess what Erwin had in mind.
"We've never been able to break religion's monopoly over people's minds. If we can change that, we'll have something to stand