Kea disliked the dungeon because it was both a sanctuary for sin and a great breeding ground for it. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info the sun is beyond the reach of this place, and the darkness breeds wantonly like a plague. He went all the way, from the warden to the jailer, and his face was the same as those vicious criminals, and he still had more than that.

"Your Excellency Prosecutor, there's a torture room ahead." The warden who led the way stopped and said respectfully. He was also a little frightened, his own acre and three points of land have descended out of thin air in recent days, and the president of the Sarion Chamber of Commerce who went in the day before yesterday has not yet come out, and the tea is sent in by Hu Cong; Earlier today, a man claiming to be the chief executive of the Inquisition also arrived, with a real black cross pinned to his chest; Now here comes the family of the Grand Duke of Marions. How many hornet's nests did this Samael poke?

"If you're tired, step down." The viscount said indifferently that he was the king's chief procurator of Sarion, and that he had a very high right of criminal self-determination in the city, in other words, in some ways he enjoyed even more privileges here than his father, the Duke of Elfwan.

"Yes, retire from your duties." The warden was genuinely terrified, and for the first time he was so restrained on his own turf.

Kia breathed deeply, and the door in front of him looked like a bridge from three years ago, and at the end of the bridge stood a broad figure with a thick back, surrounded by withered roses. Kia remembered this back, which belonged to a cavalry captain who made the whole of Marions proud, a proud son of heaven who made his sister fall in love, a man he always respected as his brother-in-law. Kia's chest was filled with inexplicable emotion, and he steadied himself and pushed open the door of the torture chamber with a trembling hand.

The smell of barbecued meat, the sweet and creamy aroma of delicate dim sum, and the wheat aroma of good beer. There were three people in the room around a round table full of plates, one was gobbling up and munching, one was pouring himself a drink unhurriedly, and another was rubbing his chin and shoulders. For a moment, Kia had the illusion that he was not in a gloomy torture chamber, but at some staggered drinking party. A sour smell of blood wafted into his nose, mixed with the previous scents into an incomprehensible stench that made people sick to their stomachs.

"What's going on?" Kia asked angrily, and he recognized the man with a big waist and a round waist, Schneider, the president of the Salion Chamber of Commerce. "President Schneider, aren't you interrogating criminals? How did this become a guest house? ”

Schneider glanced at the young viscount and pointed to his chin, signaling that he could not speak.

"Who is this man?" Eshy, who was battling with a roast chicken, asked vaguely.

"Viscount Kia Elfwan, the new Chief Prosecutor. Also the people we are waiting for. ”

Esher let out an "oh" and asked, "Nicholas Elfwan's second son?" ”

"Exactly."

"Hmm......" Eshua glanced at the angry beard in front of him, and always felt that he couldn't fight with the young man with clear eyebrows in "Pan Dezhi", but it didn't matter to him. Aeshu spit out the bones in his mouth and rubbed his hands on the table hastily: "Is it okay to start then?" ”

"Presumptuous!" Kia was furious, "How can you call my father's name whatever you want!" Who are you! ”

"Esher Barandoke."

Kea was stunned for a moment, and the prepared dismount was a little unsustainable. He asked about the identity of the other party, but he didn't think that the other party just threw a name lightly. Baranduk? It sounds like the accent of the southern Yanos, and in the Pandegu word Barandok also means "splendid and noble". During the reign of Kavala IV, there was indeed an earl who made outstanding achievements in the counterattack against Marittin and was given the surname "Baranduk". Could the young man in front of him be a side branch of the Earl of Baranduk?

Thoughts crossed Kia's mind, and his eyes turned to the conspicuous silver-haired man, whose black cross made Kia recognize his identity: "Your Excellency is a priest of the Inquisition?" Where is Samael now? ”

Duke Elvwan reacted almost synchronously with Teresa, reaching out to stop Kia, but it was too late. The man raised his head and glanced at Kia, a glance that made the young viscount fall into an ice cave: this familiar, ghostly look was-

Teresa stepped forward and reached out to make a cross on her chest: "Teresa, the Blackwinged Monk, has seen the elder grower. May the radiance of the Goddess bless the believers of order. "As the chief of the Knights of Punishment, Dante naturally can't control Teresa, who belongs to the Battle Priest sequence, but as the director of the Inquisition, he is the top boss of the Sisters of Hell.

"In the name of order." Dante responded, reaching out and making a cross on his left chest. Duke Elfwan stepped forward and looked at Dante with anger: "Your Excellency, what is the purpose of embarrassing Kia many times? ”

"Am I embarrassed him?" Dante said lightly, "I just glanced at him." ”

Schneider couldn't help laughing, and immediately two murderous eyes shot at him, and he closed his mouth in amusement, still a little laughing in his heart. There was once a consensus among the entire aristocratic circle of Sarion: they would rather be Ulrik V's attendants for a day than be exposed to the eyes of the head of the Inquisition for a second. For no other reason, if you can make any die-hard heretic feel scared by looking at each other, people won't like your gaze. Therefore, in the few public occasions that Dante attended, he wore sunglasses to show his appearance. The Inquisition is flooded with torture experts, and everyone has a unique skill at the bottom of the box, either hot or vicious, but no one's methods are more effective than the eyes of the director, and of course, more convenient.

"But Lord Duke, why haven't you thought about it yet?"

"I'm just stopping by to accompany the prosecutor." The Duke of El Vrwan did not change his face, and avoided Dante's gaze. He patted Kia on the shoulder and whispered solemnly, "Remember, don't let her get too emotional." ”

"I'll do my best." Kia smiled bitterly, the withered rose was originally an unspeakable forbidden area for the Elfwan family, and now if she had to cross the thunder pool to find out, how could the nuns of hell not run wild? Obviously, Duke Elfwan also understood the stakes, but he patted Kia again with a gloomy expression and exited the torture chamber.