"He's right here?"

The church inquisitor Tellus Lufu, who had his hands behind his back, stared at the royal guards standing outside the door, and his tone was cold.

"Yes, Inquisitor. The guard's expression was very ugly: "My lord, this is the Heavenly Dome Palace, according to the laws of the empire......"

"I'm going in!"

"But ......"

"No, but!" the inquisitor of the church interrupted rudely, his vicious gaze disdaring the guards from stepping forward, as he watched as the cabinet minister broke into the cell where the convict was temporarily held.

In the dark and cramped cell, the gray-eyed boy tied to a chair hung his head, covered in blood, and there was a completely indifferent expression on his cheeks with a few bruises, as if he was not caught trespassing on the Heavenly Dome Palace at this moment, but was resting in the cloakroom of some high-end restaurant.

"Rusen, the illegitimate son of the Wirtz family, a deserter from the Broken Mountain Fortress... Willingly give the dog leg of the trick. ”

The cold voice made the gray-eyed boy raise his head, but he only shrugged his shoulders.

"What the hell are you doing?"

The inquisitor of the church had a gloomy face, looking down at Lusen, who was tied to a chair and covered in bruises: "It took so much effort just so that a wizard could sneak into the Heavenly Dome Palace?"

"Say, what did you find?"

The corners of Lusen's mouth curled, the grim blood staining the smile on her childish face distorted slightly.

"Don't test my patience... Even if I kill you here, no one can say anything. The inquisitor of the church frowned, and his gaze became more and more eerie:

"There are three thousand royal guards in the Heavenly Dome Palace, all of whom are the elite of the Empire... How long do you think that wizard friend of yours will be captured alive and killed on the spot as an assassin who assassinated His Majesty?!"

"If that's the case, why bother asking me?"

The sneering gray-eyed boy did not have the slightest nervousness on his face: "That's right... Your Excellency the Inquisitor, the only reason you are here is that you still don't know about the wizard......"

The words stopped abruptly, and a withered and powerful right hand grabbed Lusen's neck like lightning, and suddenly forced!

The silver-gray pupils widened suddenly, and the strong feeling of suffocation made Lusen's face flush, but his open mouth was still unable to take in a single breath of air.

"I warned you, don't test my patience......"

The right hand of the church inquisitor was even harder, and there was no trace of emotion in his eyes: "I know where you came from... If nothing else, you should have died in Lussac's lab a long time ago!"

"Giggle...... The gray-eyed boy whose body twitched violently kept whimpering in his throat.

"I thought I wouldn't have to dirty my hands, but... I wouldn't mind strangling you with my own hands. The Inquisitor's tone became more and more terrifying: "I'm not Innocent and the little cub he loves... Unexpectedly, I've also killed people with my own hands. ”

"Wegener... That wizard, that old thing of Innocent, how can he have the guts to kill, I gave the order... Burned him with his own hands!"

"The Apothecary's Guild, it's my people... Send this group of hypocrites to heaven!"

"Sixty years ago, the Ellemans rioted, thousands of traitors were burned at the stake, and the bodies burned one after another, stretching from Ellemont to Golovin... I still remember it vividly!"

"Today's church, those naïve and innocent fools... How can you still have the audacity to execute false believers in the judgment back then?!"

"Giggle......

"So listen to every word I say now, or you will personally experience the fate of being an enemy of the Holy Cross Church!" the judge's right hand slowly exerted force, and the gray-eyed young man's eyes had begun to turn white:

"Tell me, what exactly are your plans——?!"

Before Lusen could react, the Inquisitor nearly threw him to the ground with a brutal push, and the gray-eyed boy in a trance gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently, making him cough again and again, and the wheezing sound seemed to cough out the lobes of his lungs.

"Say!" the vicious voice carried a creepy murderous aura:

"Tell me ——!"

The dying Lusen's head hung down on his chest, his shoulders that were constantly loosening gradually calmed down, and the corners of his blood-stained mouth once again hooked up a sneer:

"Hehe... Heheheha... Hahaha......ha

The indifferent Inquisitor tugged at Lusen's hair, forcing him to look at himself:

"You're still challenging my patience. ”

"And you're making a fool of yourself... Lord Tellers Louver. ”

The gray-eyed boy gasped with difficulty, and there was still no trace of fear on his face: "From the moment you caught me, you knew very well what was going on... Isn't it?"

The Inquisitor's expression was hard to see distorted.

"What is it that makes us choose this all-or-nothing approach... And get that information into the hands of Lord Loren Turin? Guess what?"

Looking at each other, the gray-eyed young man who was dying was saying in the weakest tone that made the church judge angry:

"That's right......"

"That's... Ironclad evidence that will doom you to failure!"

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"W-This?!"

The pitch-black pupils looked at the sheepskin scroll in his hand in shock, and Loren's face was full of surprise: "Where did you get these?!"

The black-haired wizard who suddenly raised his head made the countess subconsciously take half a step back, and his frightened expression flashed on the cold and elegant face, and he snorted lightly as if he didn't care, and raised his chin slightly proudly, revealing a swan-like white and slender neck:

"You don't need to know. ”

After being stunned for a second, the black-haired wizard who understood looked at the parchment in his hand and nodded thoughtfully.

At such a time, you can still get the important materials of the Lussack laboratory, and send them to the people who are in their hands... Will there be a second besides Ain?

In addition to this, there is another thing.

After the Imperial Trial began, the royal guards had sealed off the entire Heavenly Dome Palace... Although he suspected that his friend was not good, Loren really couldn't think of it, how did she do it with a little wizard?

In addition, these materials ......

Suddenly, the black-haired wizard's eyes lit up!

Looking back, the anxious Loren looked at the countess who was still standing beside him: "Except for this, Ain she... Did he say anything else?!"

The black-haired wizard in a hurry almost played "her" back.

Charlotte Turin frowned slightly, her eyes fluttered under the sword eyebrows, and her red lips lightly opened: "There is only one sentence." ”

"Lussac Kovo... Not an ordinary apothecary master and alchemist, let alone an ordinary doctor. ”

The black-haired wizard raised an eyebrow with a confused expression.

Isn't this nonsense?

No... Wait a minute!!

Loren, who stood up suddenly, forced his composure, took a deep breath, and clutched the parchment scroll with trembling hands.

I see... So that's it!

"What do you understand?" the countess, who was still confused, raised her eyebrows slightly, and her face was a little unkind: "This information... Critical?"

"No... It is very crucial, and it can even directly determine the direction of this imperial trial!" Loren insisted and said in a resolute tone: "We have won the ——!"

"Uh... By the way, Earl Charlotte; Where is Ain now?"

"I said, you don't need to know... It's also better not to know. The countess's expression was still indifferent, only slightly embarrassed: "Remember... No matter where your friend is right now, it can't be in the Heavenly Dome Palace!"

"Got it......"

The comprehending black-haired wizard bowed slightly, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Anyway, thank you very much for your help... We will definitely return this favor. ”

"No, I won't give you a chance to return the favor... Descendants of the Turin family, never owe a favor to the opportunity!"

With a haughty snort, he turned his back with a light step, leaving only the black-haired wizard with a back: "I'm just keeping the covenant... Don't forget, without the allegiance of the Royal Academy of Wizards, the House of Turin will never recognize your Highness Brandon. ”

"Well, this natural. ”

"Also, there's one more thing. ”

"Huh?"

"Your Excellency Loren Turin, please pay attention to your salutations and honorifics. The countess said coldly, "You should call me 'Count of Turin', not Charlotte." ”

"We're not that close!"