When the castle completely disappeared below the horizon, far away on the sacred mountain of the Holy Empire, in a dark slope of a building with black as the main color.

The Inquisition, the name of this institution is well-known in the countries of the mainland, and it is even more thunderous in the ears of countless heretics and blasphemers, but ordinary people would not have imagined that the Inquisition, which can stop children from crying at night in the dark world, is actually such a small building with no more than three floors at the top.

The priests of the Inquisition, dressed in black robes and carrying white crosses, walked silently, and the hall lit with countless holy wax sticks was brightly lit, but it seemed that it could not illuminate the gloom on the faces of the priests.

Their faces were indifferent, and they met their colleagues by chance, and they made a brief cross salute, as if the turmoil caused by the arrival of the divine angel in the Holy See during this time had not affected them.

It is true that this can be said in a certain way:

Although the Pope placed the second, eighth, and twelfth sons in the Inquisition, in which the Second Son replaced the long-vacant position of the Third Inquisitor, and the remaining two became special procurators, the power struggle and even the struggle and division expected by the lower clergy in the Inquisition did not happen.

The three sons do not seem to be at all interested in the power of the inquisition, and unless they are dictated by the Pope or God, the second son, who replaces the third presiding judge, always abstains from voting when the first two presiding judges disagree, and does not develop personal factions in the inquisition, nor does he accept the co-optation of any faction.

They were very interested in adjudicating the mission of the heretic to be arrested, and for several months, the Second Son had not used his power of judgment once, and had taken the initiative to participate in the mission, but twelve or thirteen.

This inevitably relieved the two factions headed by the two chief judges, but it was also vaguely unpleasant, but in general, although nothing was done, no one in the ruling office would ignore the existence of these three holy sons.

This is also the case with the position of the Divine Angel within the Holy See.

However, no one can ignore it. It doesn't mean that he knows everything, at least in the eyes of the first judge who has long been at the pinnacle of the ruling, when he saw that the third in the heresy nameplate suddenly shattered, the first thing he chose was to immediately notify His Majesty the Pope and seal the matter secretly.

The Pope had just finished his prayer and was about to leave the prayer room, when he suddenly waved his scepter, and the influence of the black-robed First Adjudicator appeared in a cloud of white light.

"I've seen Your Majesty," the first adjudicator drew a cross on his chest. The voice is hoarse and short. "The nameplate in the third place in the heresy room. Just shattered. ”

A strange glint flashed in the Pope's eyes, "Your operation has succeeded?" ”

"I don't know, I only know that the nameplate is broken, and the specific news has not yet been transmitted."

The First Adjudicator replied. "However, this should have nothing to do with us, the heresy only preliminarily determined the approximate whereabouts half a month ago, according to expectations, the Third Holy Son who led the team is still looking for it, and it is unlikely that the exact point will be found and determined so quickly - in addition, the process of getting the whereabouts of the other party before was too strange, and we analyzed it at the time and did not suspect the authenticity."

"But now it seems. It should be true. Our former collaborator, now a sworn enemy, who had been in hiding for nearly a hundred years, leaked his whereabouts at this time—if not on his own initiative, then there might be a traitor on his side. ”

"Unbelievable. But maybe it's possible. The first referee pondered for a long time before he said.

"But I don't believe that he will die at the hands of others, and there is a greater chance that he will fail in promotion...... That one lived no shorter than any living legend, and he knew so much that he shouldn't know. ”

The Pope, who had always appeared before the world as a benevolent and loving person, said in a low voice that the First Presiding Judge, who considered himself immersed in darkness and filth, felt a slight chill, and he remained silent, as if he had heard nothing.

The Pope's old voice came again, "Let Xiutes confirm the cause of his death, and when the news comes back, let me know as soon as possible." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

……

Halfway up the mountain, the new divine envoy wearing a pale golden feather crown stood outside the hall, looking up and seeing a faint white light in the sky that crossed his vision, as if he was aware of it, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

……

Two days later.

Castle ruins.

"I smell a disgusting smell."

In the sky above the small saltwater lake, a sturdy figure was suspended a foot above the surface of the water, and a white figure was reflected on the semi-turbid water, and the white robe without any embroidered trim seemed to have any color to be contaminated with desecration.

"Your Majesty the Crown?" The attendant priest glanced at the figure in admiration and awe, and asked in a low voice.

"Plug that underground water inlet, drain it of water, and I will see the heretic's burial place with my own eyes," the white voice commanded, "and check the travelers who have passed through here in the last five days—I smell the scent of the heretics......"

"Yes!"

Shutes suspended in place, raised his hand, and the white ball of communication light floated in the palm of his hand, split in two, and suddenly jumped into the air, like two thin white lines, flying in the same direction.

……

Three days later, on the official road paved with large bluestone slabs, a caravan slowly approached.

The wind lamps flickering under the roof of the car shine a dim yellow light in the slightest rain curtain.

"It's raining heavily."

Andre glanced up at the gray sky, the cold rain of early winter was three inches away on him, but there was no trace of wetness on his face.

"Normally, Fito is a big puddle that is always accumulating, even in winter, there is never a shortage of rain, Captain Andrei is not used to it!" Barro, who tugged at the reins and stopped the horse waiting for Andre to catch up, laughed.

"Fortunately, the official road in Fitto is well repaired, the road is not muddy, and this light rain is nothing for travelers."

"The eight major city-states of Fito, even the roads leading to the villages and towns on the outskirts of the city, are also paved with the best bluestone excavated from the Longdi Stone Mountain, in the territory of Fito, there is no place where the stone road cannot be reached, and the money spent on building the road every year alone is a large amount, and every time we need to scrape wool on our trading houses, I really don't know where the joint council signs so many construction fees every year!"

The Brown steward in front of him heard their conversation and complained loudly.

"Each of the eight city-states is a big city with a population of nearly one million, and the grain basically depends on Pere for supply, and once the road is blocked, the grain transportation line will be blocked for half a month. No one can afford to do that—not to mention the fact that there are countless Fischer-Tropsch merchants who have not built the roads, and it is presumably that caravans like yours who are constantly on the road are the biggest beneficiaries. ”

Andre couldn't help but say when he heard this.

"I see, Captain Andre is worthy of being a profound mage, and with such an explanation, even my stupid head can figure it out!"

Brown steward looked suddenly enlightened and joined their conversation circle:

"Master Andrew, there's Black Coal ahead of us, and in a day's time, we'll be in Gypsy City. It is also there that the mission of escorting Mr. Simon and his family will be handed over. I wonder what is the next plan? ”

Brown's stammering gesture could barely be concealed. Barrow turned his head, unable to bear to see it, but Andre unexpectedly didn't give Brown a straight face.

"We're here to travel, and our next destination hasn't been decided yet. But I probably won't be taking on the task again for a short time. ”

Andrew's answer disappointed Brown's steward.

In the pale yellow carriage closest to them behind them, Mrs. Simon breathed a sigh of relief, gently lowered the curtain that lifted a corner, and could not help complaining to her husband:

"That Brown steward is so blind that he climbed up to Master Andre in front of us!"

Edward soothed his mother's anger on the side, "That Brown steward is just a civilian with mud legs, he can't wash away the smell of mud, where did he learn any etiquette." There's no need for a mother to be angry with someone like him! ”

"Edward, shut up!"

Lord Simon was not very angry at Madame's words, but his only son was as shallow as a woman, and he couldn't help but be a little annoyed. "You know, that's where Brown is smart!" ”

Mages like Andre and them can't be treated by the standards of high society, and the more self-conscious the so-called upper class people, the more difficult it is to make friends in front of people like them.

They don't care about worldly power and wealth, they see too much of the lower classes, and Brown's sycophancy, though not very good-looking, is much better than the sanctimonious interests of the upper class, even if it is flattery, it is a kind of commoner, simple and gimmendous-groggy flattery;

Moreover, the behavior of Brown's stewardship, to be interpreted from another point of view, can also be said to be loyal to the merchant houses, and the need to make a living, is much better than the insatiable desire of the so-called upper class to sit on rich territories and huge power, but still endlessly occupy and plunder.

Although Lord Simon is a nobleman, he is also a businessman, and he has more dealings with people from all walks of life, so of course his knowledge will not be as narrow as that of his wife and son.

He didn't think that his family's background was anything special in the eyes of Andrei's group of talented young powerhouses, and it was too ridiculous and naïve to think that his son and wife would be able to make Master Andre look up to them by virtue of their status.

"Then what should I do, sir!" Lady Simon hurriedly said, "When we return to the ancestral house, my father must inquire about the whereabouts of the oil paintings and the black yarn, can we just tell him that we have given things to the mercenary group that escorted us as a reward to save our lives?" ”

"Yes, even if grandpa can accept it, the uncles of the other side branches will definitely not give up, and they will definitely take this opportunity to suppress the status of our family!" Edward agreed.

"It's nothing, I believe that the master must have a way, even if it is the worst situation, I will send a letter to the child and their grandfather for help, but what about Helena's master, behind the mage, but Morgan *, they may not give up!"

Mrs. Simon didn't want to endure another day of fear and not even being able to sleep well.

"Don't worry, you make me think, let me think!" Master Simon's thick eyebrows are deeply locked.

(To be continued)

ps：

Thank you for the pink tickets flying over the rainbow, the pear and the cloud! o(n_n)o~

The name of the chapter is coming, in addition to the journey is coming, it also means that the wind and rain are coming.

It's still 10.2 watch.