"Absolutely." Dante, the director of the Inquisition, walked into the messy tavern and said, "The cheapest." ”

Lofeel raised his hand and threw him an apple: "Nibble on it yourself, no money." ”

Dante didn't mind either, and bit down "click". The only thing left in the tavern seemed to be his gnawing. Teresa gently stroked her throat, the shallow red mark still burning with pain, and it only took an inch deeper to cut her trachea. The moment the bar shattered and Lofeel burst out, the oppressive force she felt was as ascent-like as a mountain and as suffocating as an abyss. She had only felt it in one person before. And the strength of that man is far beyond the definition of "human".

Trevor Pendragon Bronson, a demon-turned-Pander protector of the nation, once single-handedly worked in the prison of Sarion. And the young man Jin in front of him was still too explosive in an instant.

"First I have to apologize." Dante took the kernel in his hand, "The way my men ask questions is a little rude. ”

"If you want to fight a dragon, you need to be a dragon yourself—or something as fierce as a dragon. The Inquisition has always dealt with heretics. I'm familiar with the way your agency acts, so there's nothing to explain. Loefel shrugged, "But the next time you want to ask me about it, you'll have to come yourself." I can't promise mercy every time. ”

"It's none of my business, they've been ordered to hunt down Meldere, and the only fox smell left by this old fox is yours, and they're here to hear the news." "And I came here overnight to protect them." ”

"As much as I don't like your under-beaten rhetoric, I have to say that you arrived in a timely and dramatic manner." "Meldere's stronghold—his altar—was set up in the depths of the Misty Mountains, a hundred miles north of Poimbre. ”

"How do you know in such detail?" Dante frowned, "And are you sure?" The Misty Mountains are the territory of the natives, and they will safely let Meldrey enter? ”

"Of course I do." Loefel said quietly, "Meldrey is just a middleman who blackmails me with favors. The client who asked me to build a weapon for him was someone else. And if the customer can't come to Liberty City, then I have to go there in person. ”

"Who's that customer?"

"A new generation of Omenwolves." Loefel walked back to the bar, "A combination of fox and wolf, isn't your hunt going to be interesting?" ”

……

The setting sun had already sunk half below the horizon, like a furnace burning quietly. Soft afterglow fills the streets of Talibany, leaving dappled shadows on the old brick walls. A few lonely puffs of cooking smoke were scattered all over the city, the last vestiges of life left in the town. Dante walked along the path paved with white gravel behind his back with his hands behind his back. Kenrico and Teresa followed him without saying a word, the sound of rising and falling footsteps chaotic and muffled.

After a long time, Dante spoke slowly, "Miss Elfwan, when we left the Happy Dolphin Tavern, you were still hostile to Lofeel—or rather murderous. This is good. I cannot excuse him for having had contact with the infidels, especially among the most powerful among them. ”

"Then why didn't the director take him down?"

"The reason is simple." Dante stopped, turned his head to look at the nun of hell, and his eyes were meaningful, "The light of order envelops the people of Pande, and any blasphemy and disrespect will incur the wrath of the goddess, but it is limited to the people of Pande. ”

"You mean ......," Teresa frowned.

"Lofele is a stranger." Dante looked at the sunset as it sank below the horizon, "Like the Van Skerry, the Maritinians, the Buckleys, and the Mettenheims, he came from another Big 6. The goddess does not impose her faith on him. ”

"But he did come into contact with the infidels, and he lived in Pande for many years."

"That's his freedom. Miss Elfwan, I know that you have never been concerned with current affairs, so I need to remind you that although the 6th General Assembly has tacitly accepted the annexation of Talibany into the territory of Sarion, Liberty City remains nominally neutral as long as Sarion's army has not marched through the gates and placed the lion banner at the head of the city. Dante said.

"That's not an excuse." Teresa stared at Dante, "Director, you're no match for Mr. Lofe either. ”

After a long silence, Dante smiled indifferently: "Great insight seems to be one of the traditions of the Elfwan family. Yes, I'm really no match for Xiao Luo. I had a similar idea with you a long time ago and put it into action, but I failed. So we made a pact that the Inquisition would turn a blind eye as long as he didn't do too blatantly under my nose—say, supplying the infidels with high-quality weapons on a large scale. ”

"The warriors of the goddess never compromise, just as the long sword and the scales in the hands of the goddess never let go." Teresa whispered.

"Rather than caring about a potential target that you can't afford to hunt for the rest of your life, I suggest that Miss Elfwan devote yourself to the fox hunt at hand. That's the end of it. I now classify all the files related to Lofele as 'Black Cross'. No one but me can view it. At the same time, Miss Elfwan, your authority in the Inquisition has been reduced from 'Black Wing' to 'White Feather'. In other words, everything you hear and see today must rot in your stomach and not be mentioned to anyone. Dante said coldly, "In the name of order." ”

Teresa bowed slightly: "Yes, in the name of order." ”

"Good." Dante's tone softened slightly. "Meldere is a very cunning opponent, but I didn't expect him to have access to the natives of the Misty Mountains. Apparently, he had made some kind of deal with the Omenwolf. ”

"The ......," Kenriko said sneeringly, "what is the Omenwolf Wolf?" ”

There was another awkward silence, and Dante looked away, "I'm sure you don't have much time left to go to Marions' Great Library to brush up on history, Kenrico." This time you go to the North, be careful. ”

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