"Inquisition ......"

At the top of the fourth floor of the Adventurers' Guild, Noel Hilbot, who was standing by the window, coldly cast his gaze on the mark on the top of the carriage. He knew the sign called the "Fallen Angel", the symbol of the Inquisition Hall of the Priesthood Church, the institution that feared everyone in the Empire.

"Strange, why the Inquisition of Heresy is here, I don't have any news at all......"

Noll looked condescendingly at the carriage of the Inquisition, his right hand unconsciously flipping out of his uniform pocket with the same Fallen Angel insignia as the chariot top.

"Alas...... I hope that the person who comes is not Retitia, otherwise I have the strength to have no priesthood now...... Afraid. ”

Speaking of this, Nor frowned as if he felt a chill, and his white little hands rubbed his arms that were breaking out in a cold sweat.

Outside the window, on the main street, the unicorn's cold eyes swept through the armor like thunder over the crowd of people watching it, and the heavy iron-armored carriage ran over the road. The hard masonry crumbles under the heavy wheels, and faint cracks extend along the ruts.

Every time the carriage is dispatched, it will cause everyone to look at it from afar, and every time it goes out, it will also set off shocking waves, just like the throne of the gods, and the movement is accompanied by wind and thunder.

It symbolizes the Inquisition of Heresy, and wherever it goes is the domain of the black-clad priests. Whenever they heard the thunderous roar of the giant carriage, the heretics would flee in fear, but often too late.

Wherever the command vehicle went, there must have been private army-like executors lurking in the streets on either side. This time too, the Enforcers have blocked every escape point in the Adventurers' Guild, even the sky.

"Hey, did you eat in the morning?"

Noel smiled and beckoned to the rooftop of the building opposite, knowing that there was a quiet executive who was good at sniping guns.

The silver Fallen Angel insignia in Noel's hand reflected a sharp chill, the reflection of the sniper gun.

"Looks like it's going to be a big deal...... What the hell is going on, is it about the night of the night? Nor slowly withdrew the Fallen Angel insignia, which symbolized the Inquisition of Heresy, and looked at the other party's meaning, as if he would not let go of his colleagues.

Well, you can sacrifice your allies when necessary, and that's the style of these heretical Inquisition executives.

Inquisition of Heresy.

The purely military body of the Church of the Priesthood was originally created to combat "heresy" that might threaten the Church. But as the church grew in power, it began to take on more responsibilities, the most critical of which was assassination.

In order to fight the heretics hidden in the city, the Enforcers of the Inquisition Hall were usually capable of assassination, disguise, intelligence gathering, and individual combat, which made them somewhat similar to the Assassin Guild in a sense.

"Still, it's still far from the Assassins' Guild......" Noir muttered softly.

The Inquisition's intelligence-gathering capabilities are second in the Illoesis Empire, and no one dares to say first except the Assassins' Guild. The Inquisition only has two or three points of information about the Assassins' Guild. If it weren't for the fact that every action of the Assassin Guild would inevitably result in the death of high-ranking members of the Empire, otherwise, ordinary people would think that the Assassin Guild was just a legend.

"Speaking of which...... Lattihia appears to have been invited to join the Assassin Guild. However, this girl's temper is not easy to provoke, she refused not to say anything, and fought with the other party...... Tsk, I really don't want her to be the one who came this time. ”

Noel remembered some not-so-good memories, goosebumps running up on his slender and fair arms.

Letitia, deputy head of the Inquisition.

She was not a god-worshipper, nor was she a soldier, she was an executioner.

An executioner with national honor, and the person who died at her hands was far from being a heretic. She is a torture instrument, and her role is to execute. The reason why she was able to sit in such an important position was because she was so good at execution. She enjoyed it...... Enjoy piercing the hearts of heretics with sharp silver blades, listening to their repentant heartbeats weakening, and finally soothing their foreheads, praying that they will never do more evil in the afterlife.

At her eighteenth coming-of-age ceremony, Letitia whispered a request for a birthday present in Noel's ear, saying, "Please, just once, just once, let me prick your heart and see what's in it......"

"Damn, I'm really afraid of something!"

Looking at the carriage parked at the door of the Adventurers' Guild, Nor stared at first. Looking at the people getting off the carriage, his hands suddenly trembled violently, and the fallen angel badge in his hand fell to the ground.

"Stop." Letithia commanded.

The carriage stopped at the entrance of the Adventurers' Union, the center of North, but there were very few pedestrians - most of the citizens had recently been "politely" "asked" by the army to stay away, so it looked a little deserted, and the wind was blowing on their bodies very cold.

Letitia jumped out of the carriage and subconsciously wrapped the shawl around her neck. She smelled a familiar smell in the wind, an exhilarating scent, but on top of that, there was a smell that she hated.

"It's hard to ......"

Shaking her head slightly, she restrained a thought that she shouldn't have.

She's here for business, not for personal purposes – unless, of course, when she's meeting someone she knows.

"Tell the deputy director, we have arrived at our destination, may I ask ......?"

An executive officer respectfully asked, but Letitia simply shook her hand impatiently.

"Be polite, don't mislead us for being a violent agency, as you did before. We're here to get down to business, not to demolish it! Did you hear me clearly? ”

"Yes!"

The executives responded in unison, like a tidal wave.

"Good."

Letitia smiled and nodded, her gaze casually glancing upwards to see someone she shouldn't have seen.

She only felt as if her body was leaning against the stove, gradually heating up, and her fingers trembled inadvertently.

"Noel—Noel!!"

The next moment, the wind howled and roared, and an indescribable terrifying power burst out from her, and her black clothes were like ink, like a rolling night flame. Her inadvertent burst of spiritual pressure even overturned the guards standing guard at the front door of the Adventurers' Guild, and the dust stirred up on the ground seemed to be suppressed by an invisible hand, hovering on the ground.

Just as she desperately stepped on the ground with both feet, like a dragon going out to sea, and rushed to the fourth floor of the ten-meter-high trade union, Noel turned around and ran without hesitation.

"Noor, I miss you so much!"

The silvery-white sword was drawn from the scabbard under his command, and Retithia slashed through the outer wall of Noel's room, smashing sand with a great hammer, sending up countless dusts. With a slight spin, all the splinter and iron tendons that flew outward swept down the sword qi and struck at Noor's back like a volley of fire.

"You want me to die!"

Noel screamed, reflexively holding his head and squatting.

At the front door of the Adventurers' Union, the executives who had become accustomed to it calmly walked into the main hall of the union.

What's the right thing to do?

We're here to demolish!