After listening to Muxuan’s explanation, Qiansitelin fell silent.
If that were really the case, some thoughts also surfaced in Qiansitelin’s mind.
“Your Highness, do you know how the former Church handled prisoners?”
Muxuan was taken aback, not understanding why Qiansitelin would suddenly ask this question, but her mind raced as she thought.
If she remembered correctly, Beikeze had once proposed the request for her to build a prison, but before that, Beikeze had not known about the Church’s affairs.
Seeing her little Highness pondering for a long time, Qiansitelin couldn’t help but smile, then walked over to Muxuan.
“It’s not that much, you know. The Church’s management of prisoners is actually similar to that of various countries. They all have prisons, and knights are in charge of holding them.”
As she spoke, Qiansitelin paused for a moment, then continued.
“The Church doesn’t have a specialized institution for convicting prisoners, so these tasks are carried out through the cooperation and division of labor between priests and deacons. The priests are responsible for receiving reports and making judgments, while the deacons are responsible for arrests or issuing warrants. Most ordinary people are held in the church’s confinement rooms, and every so often, knights will escort them to the local prison.”
Hearing Qiansitelin’s explanation, Muxuan couldn’t help but furrow her brows.
The traditional management model of the Church that Qiansitelin described sounded to her so crude it was almost childish.
Priests judging, deacons arresting, knights imprisoning…
Lacking a specialized mechanism for investigation, review, and strong punishment, it was inefficient and highly prone to corruption or oversight.
The drawbacks of this operational model were too obvious!
Muxuan’s voice carried a hint of gravity.
“Has it always been like this?”
“Of course not.”
Qiansitelin chuckled lightly, then continued.
“The Church later also wanted to establish a specialized tribunal, distinct from the traditional system, but in the end it was declared a failure due to poor progress. In the end, they only added supervisory authority over priests to each deacon.”
“So that’s how it turned out?”
Muxuan was speechless.
As one of the three major factions of the human camp…
No, what difference is there between that and not changing anything?
But Muxuan quickly understood why Qiansitelin had said all this.
The current Church also lacked such an institution.
If left unchecked, relying only on faith and the deterrent power of the Pope, the Church would become harder and harder to manage as time went on.
“You mean… using that semi-divine artifact left by Beikeze as the foundation for a new tribunal?”
Admittedly, this idea was indeed good.
After only half a day of exploration, Muxuan was repeatedly astonished by what Beikeze had left behind.
Although so far, Muxuan hadn’t found this thing to have any lethality.
Simply put, it couldn’t enhance combat power.
But it was like the rules in a Rule Horror, carrying an extremely strong binding force, covering an enormously large area, and could extend along the Light.
If they actually started using it, it would indeed bring great benefits to managing the Church…
But the problem was…
“If what Your Highness described is the case, isn’t this thing quite useful?”
Qiansitelin smiled slightly, seeing the worry in Muxuan’s eyes, understanding what her little Highness was concerned about.
After all, what happened over at the Mage Tower Stronghold left them no choice but to overthink.
“The control is in your hands now~”
Hearing Qiansitelin’s words, Muxuan simply shook her head.
“It’s not a matter of control or not.”
“The main thing is, once this thing is activated and carries out judgment, it would have a huge impact…”
“No… there is still a way!”
“The former Church couldn’t establish a tribunal, but now, we can.”
“Let’s establish a Tribunal later… based on the Two Swords and the Stone Tablet.”
“Hmm… let’s just call that semi-divine artifact ‘Judgment’.”
The purpose of Beikeze creating this thing was only one.
To maintain Church order and pass judgment on those who are sinful or lost.
Seeing that Muxuan had made up her mind, Qiansitelin also felt relieved.
The shadows that had grown inside the Church were cleaned up once because of Beikeze.
But if they continued to let it go, it would become even worse.
Moreover, the ‘Judgment’ left by Beikeze indeed fit Qiansitelin’s demands very well.
Therefore, Qiansitelin wanted her Highness to use this opportunity to truly perfect the Church’s framework.
After finishing this discussion, the two quickened their pace and soon arrived at the stronghold where the Great Artisan God was located.
Inside the stronghold, the dwarves of the Watkan tribe were all busy, the sounds of hammering rock and moving tools rising one after another, but among them was a harsh scolding that stood out sharply.
Looking from afar, one could see the Great Artisan God standing in an open area.
In front of him, Tuo Er Ke was kneeling on both knees, his head deeply bowed, his shoulders trembling slightly.
Surprisingly, Barton was also kneeling beside Tuo Er Ke.
Although not as much as Tuo Er Ke, his head was also lowered, his fingers clenched into fists, the knuckles white.
Even from a considerable distance, Muxuan’s keen hearing clearly caught the Great Artisan God’s angry roar.
“Tuo Er Ke… I am very disappointed in you!”
“Does your hammer only recognize materials, not right from wrong?”
Tuo Er Ke’s body trembled even more, as if he wanted to defend himself, but couldn’t utter a single word.
Barton, however, suddenly lifted his head, wanting to speak up for Tuo Er Ke, his voice hoarse.
“Great Artisan God! Tuo Er Ke, he… he was only responsible for forging. He had no idea that thing would be used to—”
However, the Great Artisan God gave Barton no good look at all.
“Shut up!”
The roar rang out, and the Great Artisan God’s face was terrifyingly gloomy.
“Barton, the two of you were together. Why didn’t you stop Tuo Er Ke?”
“Tuo Er Ke’s personality is like that, he has trouble refusing. But what about you?”
“Were you only thinking of yourself? Have you already forgotten the Watkan tribe’s oath?”
Barton paused, clenching his fists, but ultimately lowered his head again without speaking.
Tuo Er Ke glanced at Barton, but then was met with the Great Artisan God’s reprimand again.
The Great Artisan God looked at Barton and Tuo Er Ke, the anger in his heart still not dissipating.
He hadn’t scolded his clan members like this in a long time.
The one he scolded the most was only Theodore…
Now that a problem had arisen, the Great Artisan God would no longer care about saving face.
Muxuan’s brow furrowed slightly, and she roughly understood why the Great Artisan God was angry.
Then she gave Qiansitelin a meaningful glance.
Qiansitelin saw her Highness looking at her, smiled lightly, and then quickly walked toward the Great Artisan God.
“Great Artisan God, a little scolding is enough. There’s no need to say such harsh words~”
Hearing Qiansitelin’s voice, the Great Artisan God was slightly taken aback.
He was just about to continue scolding, but the anger in his heart dissipated by half at Qiansitelin’s arrival.
Given Qiansitelin’s personality, if she had come, chances were that the Highness was also nearby.
He looked around and, sure enough, saw Muxuan not far away.
With a sigh, the Great Artisan God looked back at Tuo Er Ke and Barton, his tone still carrying a hint of sternness.
“You may leave. It’s best not to have a next time.”