Passing through the rows of fierce warriors with armor and crowns, in their respectful gaze, two figures casually met in the main hall called the chapel! It's just a sudden glance at each other, and the two unrelated characters feel a little inappropriate.

Zhang Jiaming's alias, Centurion Zhou Hua, was dressed in a pale blue burqa - a symbol of his promotion, and soon, he was about to move closer to the knightly class, and another unexpected figure turned out to be the masked Grand Inquisitor in a fiery red robe!

Neither of them expected to meet each other here, Zhang Jiaming didn't know this masked weird man at all, but when he saw the other party's senior level, he immediately subconsciously stopped, lowered his head and saluted, and the other party was obviously very surprised, but he also quickly returned the salute! There were no superfluous words, and there was no half-word greeting, just a polite and superficial work for each other, and the two passed by.

Waiting for the masked man to pass, Zhang Jiaming slowly raised his head, looked at the other party's back, and after turning his head again, he showed a weird smile.

The masked man apparently didn't anticipate what had just happened, and as soon as he left there, he trotted to his residence, a tower top of a tower locked by a heavy iron gate, where the Grand Master was the personal residence of the High Inquisitor known as the "Iron Mask" who was highly respected in the Holy Army, and except for a very small number of people, not even the Grand Master could enter without being invited!

After a crack of the key, the iron door was opened, and after a slight notice that there was no other movement behind him, the masked man quickly entered his residence, and then the iron door was closed.

"It's so rare, you seem to be flustered?" In the simply decorated room, apart from two large cabinets and a round table used as a dining table, only a simple bed remained, and there was nothing else in the room that was hardly overly decorated, that is, the ordinary office desk and a screen, and the sound of speech came from behind the screen.

"You're too bold, you shouldn't come to me during the day, especially here, it's dangerous!" Ignoring the provocative voice, the masked man took a few small steps, scurried behind the screen, approached it, and responded in a low voice: "Your recklessness will ruin things, and the Blood Court will be very dissatisfied with your actions!" Do I want me to remind you of this? ”

"Agatha, don't be so impulsive, if it weren't for something important, I wouldn't be active during the day, the damn sun makes me uncomfortable, tsk, you don't want to kill me before I get to the Blood Court, do you?" The sound of laughter sounded again, and the comer handed out a cup full of bright red liquid from behind the screen nonchalantly: "Do you want to take a sip?" This is the real Inquisitor you killed! Ah, it's delicious, 33 years old, what a skillful age, every sip is more intoxicating than a hundred years of red wine! How long has it been since I've had such a pure taste? Tsk, what a pity! ”

Agatha took off her mask, revealing a tired countenance, and rejected the invitation with a disgruntled gaze.

"It's a pity!" The voice continued to emphasize, pouring a large glass of liquid into his mouth, and after a series of satisfied slapping of his lips, his face was revealed—a pale-complexed young man, although the wide cloak obscured the small half of his face, his handsomeness seemed to be innate, and if it weren't for the bright red on the edge of his mouth, it would have been easy to charm the vast majority of women in the world!

"Jack, when are you going to get rid of your penchant for sneaking into other people's private spaces?" Annoyed, Agatha threw her mask onto the bed and stared at the figure in front of her again with a wary gaze.

"Don't worry, I'm here on business, it's an order from a few bigwigs in the Blood Court, do you want to listen to it?" Restrained from the pretentiousness of the hippie smile, Jack said: "Half of it is a commendation, they are very satisfied with what you did, especially to break into this damn religious organization, and also, you injured the chief elder of the Daywalker, that damn groundhog, haha!" ”

"Tell me bad news about you, don't keep me waiting!" Agatha didn't dare to take it lightly, she still didn't dare to have too many extravagant hopes for the title of the Blood Court, the Supreme Council of the Dark Clan.

"Don't think so badly of others, the organization is still very optimistic about your abilities!" Jack took another cup and poured more bright red liquid; "Order of the Blood Court: Strive to overthrow this religious organization, and if necessary, turn all their high-ups into our people!"

"That's impossible, the old ghosts of the Blood Court underestimate the combat ability of these madmen, and this guy I killed almost cost me half my life! Look! Agatha lifted her cloak, revealing the torn left side of her face, and despite the Bloodline's ability to recover, the fresh scar that cut through most of her face was still shocking! If it weren't for the fact that he was injured and liked to be alone without a guard, without these two necessary conditions, maybe I would be lying in this cabinet! As she spoke, Agatha kicked open the closed wooden closet, revealing a shriveled zombie - this is the real "Faceless" Grand Inquisitor! He was already old, and only his thin bones remained, barely standing in it!

"You should look at the dogs out there! Damn, I have to avoid them every time, these lowly brutes don't need much talent to easily find our place, just like those lowly four-legged crawling daywalkers make me sick! Looking at her partner's slightly curled lips ready to sneer, Agatha came up with a nameless anger: "If I hadn't covered it up well under the pretext of being injured, I would soon be unable to pretend to be a faceless person!" ”

"It's really a big problem, you need me...."Jack was interrupted in the middle of his sentence.

"Then you don't need to alarm your driver, hehe, someone has done it!" Anger came and went as fast as Agatha smiled, "There's an old friend here, and he's given the puppies to our rival Silver Hand!" This trick is really neatly played, and expelling them is already an ironclad thing! ”

"Old friends? Who! "Jack knows that Agatha has always spoken without purpose, as long as she believes in something, nine times out of ten it will not be wrong!

"In that rat's nest, that old friend we met!" Agatha let out a series of giggles to let the other know how happy she was: "Tonight, it's that damn guy who walks into the center of this storm of religious maniacs by himself, and think about it, if someone comes out to expose him?" Well? ”

With the strong and perverted individual combat ability of the Grand Master of the Holy Sect Army, plus the guards of every one of them who are infinitely close to the Grand Master they serve loyally - more than 100 invincible Ash Knights! Even if that big leader had the strength of a thousand enemies, after destroying the strength of most of the Holy Sect army, how much strength did he have left to deal with the dagger behind him?

As long as he thought of this, Jack's heart was clear: "Chinese like to play thirty-six schemes, and he made Li Dai Taostiff before, then it's time for our drama: borrowing a knife to kill!" ”

The two stopped talking, and the two parties, who once regarded each other as competitors, now understood that the time had come to abandon their previous suspicions and work together!