Half an hour later, the young man walked out of the eerie palace and looked at the remaining dozen or so sergeants who were ready to go, squinting his eyes and revealing his trademark gloomy smile.

Everyone looked at the chief's expression, and their hearts sank. Whenever the chief had any crazy thoughts, such a look would always appear on his face. Thinking of the things that the chief has taken them to do over the years and his character of preferring to die rather than suffer, everyone can't help but show a trace of excitement and fanaticism.

"It's basically an inaccessible place..... there are countless small rooms behind the palace where these cultists can shelter temporarily, but it is impossible to be self-sufficient in terms of food and good horses...... If I'm not mistaken, they should have a team delivering supplies on a regular basis. ”

"You mean, an ambush convoy?" asked one of his men boldly.

The young man's beautiful turquoise eyes suddenly flashed and turned into a faint blue, and the deep and cold light was like the sea being frozen for thousands of miles, and the angry waves turned into ice sculptures.

"Convoy ...... What is that? Do you think if we follow the convoy, will we touch their lair? At least it's another stronghold. Whoever kills me should pay tenfold and hundredfold. ”

In the eyes of outsiders, the young man was a vicious dog under von Lantrin, an out-and-out mad dog, but in the eyes of his subordinates, their commander was undoubtedly worthy of love. For people like them, who are feared to the point of being spurned by the world, affection and respect are far more unforgettable than harshness.

Ten days later, a black-clad soldier appeared at the gate of the Military Intelligence Department of the Apocalypse City Inquisition, and less than a quarter of an hour later, a group of 150 Hidden Cavalry and 300 elite Templar Cavalry regiments of the Holy Cross directly under the Holy See rushed into the wilderness, heavy horses' hooves crushing through the sand and gravel in the fly.

"Although you acted without permission this time, you did a good job overall, and the last one was very well done, and I will help you complete the relevant report. ”

The main building of the Inquisition's Operations Department is not built to be extremely tall like the other departments, just to give those in power a sense of accomplishment in the so-called "looking down on the world", but it has only five floors in total, and the whole presents a huge circle, which is extremely conspicuous when viewed from above the Apocalypse City. A large rotunda was left in the center, around which offices and training rooms were scattered, and the hall was filled with soldiers who were busy like workers maintaining the normal operation of the most powerful force of the Inquisition.

In von Lantlin's office, Austin, who had just finished his debriefing, sat comfortably on the couch, and von Lantlin sat in his office chair and reviewed the report while drinking coffee. Sunlight shines through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, bringing a touch of warmth to the cool office.

I have to say that the treatment of the office building of the Operations Department is still very good, at least there is enough air conditioning to make people who work here feel a little cool in the summer.

Austin squinted his eyes and began to doze off, and when he heard von Lantlin's comment, he rubbed his eyes and stood up, yawned, and tucked the supplementary materials signed by von Lantrin into his file bag.

Compared with five years ago, Von Lantrin has less edge that cannot be disguised by a peaceful mask, and more restrained and upright atmosphere, without the slightest anger of the boss of the court.

Osti stretched and looked at the messy papers on Von Lantrin's desk, Austin frowned and sorted them away.

The confidential female secretary standing on the side showed a frightened look on her beautiful face, and she just wanted to step forward to take over, but when she saw Austin glancing at her, she couldn't help but feel a little chilled, like a poisonous snake spitting a letter beside her, opened her mouth, and still didn't make a sound.

Von Lantlin didn't care about Austin's rummaging of his confidential documents, and after processing Austin's report, he picked up another report, which Austin glanced at about the blow to Zoroastrianism some time ago. The Father's mind can accommodate heretics and many believers, but Zoroastrianism is one of the churches that strictly forbid the doctrine of the One True God: and cults such as the Fallen Angels and the Cult of the Dragons are completely exterminated.

In Austin's mind, two-thirds of the Inquisition's energy was devoted to fighting these inexhaustible infidels, who were like weeds in the wilderness, and even the wildfires of summer and the cold winds of winter could not break their roots.

After tidying up the desk, Austin replaced the slightly cold coffee on the table again, looked up at the office, felt that there was nothing more to do, lingered for a while, then retreated, and gently closed the door.

The confidential secretary stood aside and watched, and suddenly felt that the pair of bloody directors and vicious dogs that terrified outsiders were like a father and son at this moment.

Riding the steam elevator into the hall, Austin's soft cheeks hardened again, matching the fair skin and delicate countenance, like a doll carved from hard marble.

Walking in the hall, everyone saw Austin coming, they all gave way to salute, and the greetings were endless, Austin occasionally nodded in response, even if he smiled and looked at the people around him, others avoided his eyes, and few dared to look at him.

Walking out the door, the summer heat wave was rolling in, and the sun seemed to drown him.

"May the Father, who walks in heaven, send down holy fire to burn sin and light the way. ”

Austin prayed silently in his heart, and with a gesture of his hand, an open-top taxi carriage sped in.

"Where are you going, dear sir?" said the coachman, smiling flatteringly, beads of sweat dripping down the wheels of the carriage as he moved.

Most of the black-clothed soldiers who came out of the trial were generous, and even if they were notorious, they would not have much fear of someone like the coachman who couldn't beat them with eight poles. Even if they angered him, these "big shots" in their eyes didn't bother to deal with him.

"187 Moburn Street, Sir Wolf's Mansion. ”

The coachman's smile suddenly stiffened, and he quietly looked at the young man beside him, although the aura on his body made him feel a sense of breathless oppression, which was still very different from the rumored three-headed, six-armed, hideous-looking Lord Wolf.

Austin, however, was a little impatient, and got into the carriage and threw a silver coin at the coachman.

"Hello, please!" the coach father's eyes lit up, and with a wave of his whip, the carriage headed for Moben Street.

The sun shone on the road, and Austin felt that the blood and qi that could not be hidden in his body were washed away, and the slightly bumpy carriage brought a cool breeze in the hot summer.

Life is still very good, may the Great Father bless me and those around me.

Austin was half-lying in the carriage, thinking a little comfortably.