This is a dark hall, in the center of the hall is placed an old iron table, a white candle that is only half left in the center of the rusty iron table is burning quietly, the dim candlelight is completely wrapped in heavy darkness, not even able to illuminate the iron table two meters away. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Cheetos stood right in front of the iron table, and the young lord of the Inquisition seemed to be waiting for something, staring silently at the candle in front of him. His face was lit up by the light of the dancing candles, and his whole person looked like an illusory shadow shuttling between the two planes of light and darkness.

A moment later, a small wind sound that was as slight as a wild cat's nocturnal walk suddenly sounded in the dark and silent hall, and a cold female voice rang out in the hall: "The thirteenth has been ordered to report. ”

After hearing this, the expression on Cheeto's face finally changed slightly, and he looked away from the candle on the iron table and looked at the darkness behind the candlelight in front of him.

Two swirling black cyclones suddenly appeared in the pupils of the Lord of the Inquisition and the leader of the Inquisitioners, and Cheedo slowly looked from left to right, looking around the entire hall.

It is worth mentioning that in the process of looking around, Cheeto's gaze made a total of five very brief stops in five different places in the hall.

Cheedo spoke very calmly, "I'm glad to see you still alive. Now, let's get to your debrief. ”

The sound of iron armor rubbing suddenly sounded, heavy footsteps began to echo in the hall, and a tall knight in silver heavy armor quickly stepped out of the boundless darkness into the range of candlelight, placed a bloodstained human head on the iron table, and said in a sonorous voice: "Number Three reports to you that the mission target has been killed. ”

Cheedo glanced faintly at the dead head in front of him, and his handsome face, eyes like pure black jewels, and a pair of narrow pointed ears all explained the identity of the deceased - the dark elves.

Judging from the three dim and tiny red spots in the eyes of this dark elf, this dark elf should belong to the third-grade master of the dark sect, and his strength is equivalent to that of a high-level cultivator.

"Good." Cheeto nodded. The Silver Knight bowed slightly to Cheeto, then turned and disappeared into the darkness with a sonorous step.

When the last heavy footsteps stopped, a looming black shadow suddenly appeared in Cheetos' sight. The shadow didn't seem to want to be exposed to the light, so it stopped at the very edge of the candlelight.

A small black cloth bag was thrown from the black shadow's hand onto the iron table, followed by a hoarse voice like a crow's night cry: "Report on the sixth, the goal has been achieved." ”

Cheeto picked up the small cloth bag, and then took out a very intricate statuette from the small cloth bag, which was carved from a white flawless jade, and carved two female angels with spears, one left and one right, holding a crown high in the air.

Although the statue is only the size of Cheeto's palm, it depicts two angels vividly, and the crown in the middle is so delicate that it only needs to be scaled up to be placed on the head of any emperor, and it does not give the slightest sense of dissonance.

A perfect work of art.

For the first time, Cheetto's face showed excitement, and his eyes unconsciously showed a bit of intoxication, and he looked away from the statue after admiring it for two minutes. Without seeing him make any moves, the statue suddenly disappeared from Cheetos' grasp.

"Very good." Cheeto nodded again. After receiving the affirmation, the black shadow immediately disappeared into the darkness, and it seemed that even wandering on the edge of light and darkness was a very painful thing for this black shadow.

"Report Eight." "Eleventh report." "Report on the Thirteenth." Two more heads and a beating heart were placed on the iron table, along with three strange shapes.

The three objects were a statue of a golden eagle about the size of a human head, a rusty sword, and a tattered red banner, and Cheetos praised the work of the three adjudicators.

As the figure of the last Judge Thirteen to report disappeared into the darkness lightly, it seemed to be affected by the sound of the wind as the Adjudicator's body jumped, and the flame on the top of the candle, which had been burning for only a few knots, suddenly shook violently, just igniting a hair on top of a skull that was placed too close to each other.

The dazzling spark suddenly ignited spontaneously, and then quickly spread to the roots of the hair, and it was about to rise immediately, but it was extinguished by a sudden breeze, which ignited the unburned spark. A light smoke immediately wafted from the already charred strands of hair, and a pungent stench of burnt fire began to fill the air.

Chieto looked thoughtfully at the last place where the spark in front of him had finally disappeared, and his lips pursed slightly still kept blowing, and it seemed that he had a little more of the feeling of the naughty boy next door out of thin air.

However, this feeling quickly faded from Cheetto's face, and when the thirty-two-year-old lord of the Inquisition raised his head, his face once again regained that calm expression: "I've told you to come over today, there's one more thing, Daisy. ”

As Cheeto's greeting fell, two torches that had been planted on the wall of the hall behind him were lit at the same time, and the flickering light instantly illuminated half of the hall where Cheetos was.

A scantily clad blonde woman with a full breasts and a pair of calfskin heels on the soles of her feet stood behind Cheetos not far away, but none of the five adjudicators in the darkness of the other half of the hall reacted to the blonde's sudden appearance as if she were supposed to be standing there.

This blonde is what Cheetos calls Daisy.

Cheetos turned gracefully, revealing a black chair behind him. The black chair may seem a little unremarkable, and even in such an environment, it gives people a sense of unplaceable, too majestic and solemn.

But if you look closely, you will see that this chair is actually exactly the same as the chair that Pope Enhill sits in the council chamber, in terms of shape, material and size.

And there was a person sitting in the chair.

A person who can't move.

Cheedo walked to the side of the chair, then turned around again, and faced himself and the person in the chair at the same time with the five adjudicators in the darkness, and his tone was soft and calm: "From this day on, he is the chief judge of our court, you can call him - Lord Leo." ”

Five curious, cold, indifferent, or indifferent eyes fell on Leo from the darkness at the same time.

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