The Inquisition, located between the church and military districts, was converted from a small abandoned chapel.

Originally, the Far Mountain Monastery did not have such an institution, but as the spies of the Cursed Sect became more rampant, the Council of Five had to set up an overseer to fight against it, and the Inquisition came into being.

In addition to investigating spies and traitors, the Inquisition also tried serious cases, similar to the highest courts of monasteries.

There were still quite a few men on duty here late at night, and the arrival of Unas and Whitemayne caused a commotion, and they were immediately brought before the prosecutor on duty tonight.

The silver-haired prosecutor, who was usually arrogant like a little swan, was covered in blood, messy, and disheveled at this time, and the male prisoners she escorted were beaten and covered in blood, which always made people guess in "that" direction.

Sure enough, the silver-haired prosecutor loudly announced the prisoner's crime: "Lord Siria, this villain intends to do me wrong, the crime is so heinous, I will personally lock him up at the bottom of the dungeon!" ”

At this time, the highest prefect on duty here was a middle-aged woman dressed as a priest, and she looked at the embarrassed Whitemayne with some distress: "My little girl Sally, are you okay?" What makes you go out late at night? ”

Sure enough, he is worthy of being the head of the supervisory body, and he does not let go of the doubts that should be asked while caring about Whiteman.

"I, I'm fine, I'm just in a bad mood, I come out at night to relax......" Whitemayne's acting skills are good, and Chu Chu's pitiful appearance is very sympathetic, but it suddenly changed from a menacing momentum to a little abrupt.

As for why they are in a bad mood, the people in the court are well-informed people, and they will not be unaware of the scandal that their colleagues are now firing about.

The high-ranking prosecutor Silia lovingly stretched out her hand to tidy up Whitemayne's messy silver hair, and said, "This criminal will be handed over to me, you can rest for a while." ”

"No, Aunt Silia, I don't have to rest," Whitemayne gritted his teeth as if he was pretending, "I'm going to send this scoundrel to the lowest water prison with my own hands, so that he can taste waterboarding!" ”

I*, this stinky woman won't declare her personal vendetta! Unas still didn't dare to look up, for fear of being recognized.

The woman promised to find a reason to get him out again tomorrow morning, but it was also possible to take the opportunity to mistreat him and keep him in prison for a little longer.

"But this man has not yet been tried and convicted...... "Siliya was halfway through her words when Whitemane suddenly grabbed her arm and shook her a few times, his eyes full of pleading.

"But it's better to take it down for interrogation first," the senior prosecutor patted her head dotingly, and the conversation changed, "Since this prisoner was caught by Whitemayne, it's up to you to dispose of it." ”

It's really as black as a crow in the world, and the fairness and justice of the prosecutor is not a fart in front of human feelings, and I don't know how many people have been silently killed in prison by them like this.

Thankfully, I'm not one of them, and Unas is secretly grateful to Terosus who had protected him when he first arrived at the monastery, and that he might have rotted in some dark corner without the protection of the one-eyed baron.

Whitemane quickly obtained a warrant signed by Silia, and two strong guards sandwiched Unas in the middle, and the three escorted him through several dark corridors, down two flights of stairs to a basement.

Several guards stood guard in front of a diagonally downward cavity, which seemed to be the entrance to the dungeon, and Whitemane stepped forward to hand the warrant to the lead guard.

The man looked at the warrant, looked at several people with a scrutinizing gaze, and said, "Go in, except for this prisoner, the other three must come out within half an hour." ”

He put the warrant into a small window on the wall next to him, and then made a gesture of release: "You guys go to the lift platform." ”

Unas and the others went down the slope and came to a small space similar to an elevator room, and with a "bang", an iron fence was lowered, locking several people inside.

After waiting for a while, there was a shock under his feet, and the lifting platform began to move downward at a uniform speed in the sound of Kazha Kaza.

One floor, two floors... Unas counted in boredom, and didn't stop until the fifth floor, where the glow of a few torches shone in from outside the fence, and there were already people waiting outside.

Limping out of the lifting platform, Unas saw the leading jailer, a fat man like a dwarf, shaking his ball-like body and nodding and greeting: "This prisoner must be very important if Lord Whitemayne escorts him personally at such a late hour." ”

"What about Todd, he's not there? That's rare," Whitemane didn't answer his words, and asked directly, "I've heard that at any given time, the Fifth Tier Executioner never misses his first meeting with his prisoners. ”

"Lord Todd is feeling a little unwell, so I'll greet you tonight." The dead fat man lifted his oily face.

"Such a coincidence? But I'm afraid I'll have to bother Lord Todd," Whitemane sneered, staring at the ball of dead flesh, "I've changed my mind and don't go to the water prison, this prisoner should be locked up in the forbidden chamber, he seems to have used some kind of spell when he attacked me, probably a spellcaster." ”

"That's not what Silya-sama's warrant says......"

Whitemayne interrupted him directly: "Lord Siliya is at my sole discretion, do you want me to make another trip to apply for another order?" ”

"No, don't dare," Meatball bowed his head under Whitemayne's aggressive gaze, "only Master Todd has the key to the Forbidden Chamber, I'm going to inform him." ”

"No need, let's go find him together, it just so happens that I also want to ask him in person!"

The doubts in Whitemayne's heart are getting deeper and deeper, and Todd avoids her, is it really this who is messing with him?

The fifth floor was not very large, and the group soon came to Todd's house, and before the meat ball could go up and knock on the door, a gloomy voice came from the room: "Let Master Whitemayne come in, and everyone else get out of here." ”

With a creak, the wooden door opened a thin crack, and a delicate boy flashed out, saying, "You have all heard your lord's orders, Lord Whitemayne, please come in, and the others will disperse." ”

Whitemayne tugged at the chains in his hand, "I'm not going to let my prisoner out of my sight, he's going to go in too." ”

The boy was just about to open his mouth to stop it, but a cold voice came from behind the wooden door: "Yes." ”

Meatball and his jailers obediently retreated, and Whitemayne nodded to the two guards who escorted her down, although they were very confused, but the silver-haired prosecutor had full authority to deal with it, and it was easy for them to be handed over early, so they also left obediently.

The boy stood guard at the door, and Whitemane led Unas into the cabin, where a bald middle-aged man was lying on a low bed in the dim light provided a faint glow from the dim oil lamps on the walls.

His face was pale, beads of sweat hung on his bald head, reflecting the light of the oil lamp, and his deeply sunken eyes made his skull look like a skeleton.

It turned out that he didn't pretend to be sick, this look did seem to be unwell, and after seeing the two of them come in, the executioner raised his head and squeezed out an ugly smile: "I didn't expect to see Lord Whitemayne again so soon." ”