After months of lurking, he orchestrated one darker raid after another, igniting the Papal Dominion's rebellion against the Cardinals and the Purifiers, but he spent months in a dark basement as if in captivity, much to Sixtus's depressing.

Today, Sixtus finally couldn't take it anymore, and instead of listening to the advice of two confidants in the former Inquisition, who had been with him for months, he insisted that he must go outside and feel the long-lost sunshine with his body. Of course, Sixtus, who has a lot of experience in life, knows that now is not the best time for him to make a public appearance, but he really can't hold back.

Now that the Cardinals and the "Purifiers" were so preoccupied that even if they found him Sixtus openly walking in the streets, they would not be able to do anything to him - Sixtus used such reasons to convince the two cronies to do the same.

But when Sixtus actually appeared on the street, what really happened slapped him in the face.

"You ......" Sextus was loaded from head to toe in a black linen cloth bag before he could shout in anger, his hands were tied behind his back, his mouth was gagged with linen, the mouth of the bag was sealed with hemp rope, and then carried away by two men in "purifier" uniforms.

......

Half an hour later, Sixtus was taken to a dark room.

Although he was in a bag and couldn't see anything, with the smell of blood and the oppressive atmosphere he felt, Sixtus knew he was being taken to a terrifying interrogation room.

"Bang" - the cloth bag was slammed to the ground. When the pouch was pulled open, Sixtus poked his head out and saw the dark surroundings and the bloodstained torture instruments all around, and the last remaining hope in Sixtus was shattered.

He closed his eyes in despair. Sixtus was too familiar with this place, this place was built under his personal supervision when he was the chief judge, and he was quite familiar with everything inside, of course, Sixtus also knew that no one who entered this interrogation room could ever come out alive, and it could even be said that it was a luxury to be able to die happily in it. What Sixtus wanted now was actually what the prisoners who had gone in before.

"Your Excellency, the Chief Judge, gave up so quickly. How can the cooperation between us continue?" A girl's voice with a sweet voice came into Sixtus's ears, but in the beautiful voice, there was a very inconsistent domineering and gloomy voice.

Sixtus opened his eyes, and he saw sitting in front of him a slender and beautiful girl, wearing a white-haired animal skin jacket, and her long hair fell down casually, looking sloppy and generous. Sixtus stared at the girl for a long time, not because he wanted to see her, but because Sixtus confirmed that he had not seen the girl, but he could see a sense of familiarity in her eyes.

Next to the girl stood two men in "purifier" uniforms, and judging by their shapes, they were the two men who had kidnapped Sixtus in the street. The girl gave the two men a look, and one of them drew a sharp dagger, walked up behind him under Sixtus' nervous gaze, and slashed the ropes that bound Sixtus' hands. The other pulled out the cloth that had been stuffed into his mouth.

After making sure that the three people in front of him were not hostile, Sixtus stood up, and after examining the girl in front of him again, he asked, "Who are you?"

"Who are we? Don't you know what the chief judge has in mind?" the girl asked rhetorically, "do you have any other allies besides us now?"

Hearing the girl say this, Sixtus finally knew the identity of the other party, which was his only partner now, the Truth Society. These two men in the uniform of the "purifier" seem to be the dark thread planted by the truth. Since the Truth Society has been able to hide in the Central Church for so long, it is not surprising that the "Purifiers" have hidden their people inside, and now it seems that the Truth Society saved his life Sixtus, but on the other hand, as soon as he walks out into the street, he is discovered by the Truth Society hidden inside the "Purifiers", that is, his every move is completely under the surveillance of the Truth Society.

This feeling made Sixtus, who was used to being in control of everything, extremely uncomfortable, but now that he knew the identity of the other party, Sixtus also regained some confidence in speaking.

"Mukasha, where is he? I negotiated terms with him before, and I don't talk to anyone else. Sixtus's attitude became arrogant.

"Poof......" The girl laughed out loud as she saw through Saxus' bluff, "Mukasha has completed his mission, and now I'm the one in charge of contacting you." My name is Christina. ”

"What qualifications do you have for a stinky girl?" said Sixtus in undisguised disdain for the girl.

Christina was not angry at Sixtus's deliberate provocation, she pulled a strand of long hair from her ear back to her head, and said in a light tone: "Since Your Excellency the Chief Judge is unwilling to cooperate with me, a stinky girl, then let's change the contact." ”

At this moment, Sixtus suddenly heard heavy breathing from behind him, which made him feel a chill down his spine, and Sixtus was taken aback, he didn't expect that in this dark interrogation room, in addition to the four of them, there was a fifth person he didn't know existed. Sixtus subconsciously turned around, only to see a young man sitting on a chair 3 or 4 meters behind him, staring at him coldly with a chilling gaze.

Zhu ...... Julian!" Sixtus froze on the spot.

Even in the face of the murderous torture instruments, Sixtus did not feel such fear. It was also almost a year ago at this time, in the Hall of the Holy Inquisition, dominated by Sixtus, right under the eyes of the Pope, that Julien Rousseau unscrupulously punched and kicked him to vent his anger - a shadow that never faded from Sixtus's memory.

"It seems that you are old friends, so I won't introduce you. "Julian wants to join us in the Truth Society, so he's desperate to do something." ”

"But, but......" Sixtus looked at Christina, his twinkling eyes and stammering tone revealing the horror in his heart.

At this moment, Julian suddenly got up from his chair and walked towards Sixtus step by step. "You...... What do you want to do?" Sixtus took two steps back, he couldn't imagine what Julian might be doing next.

"Your Excellency the Presiding Judge. Happy to work with. Julian held out his hand to Sixtus with a blank expression.

The irresistible force in his heart made Sixtus only extend his hand to Julian, even if he was reluctant.

In the dark interrogation room, an old man and a young man held two hands together.