Cheryl's post quickly appeared in the 'Immovable Library' section of the caster forum, but no one responded for three minutes.

This is also a matter of course, although there is a certain time difference between the Holy Religion and Nolan, it is still late at night for the residents of Nolan.

There aren't many people who log on to the magic net in the middle of the night, but there are also occasional groups of spellcasters who have developed the habit of 'going to the magic net to take a few glances before going to bed' during these few days.

Because of this habit, after they saw the distress post of Sister Scottan in the immovable library section, many people woke up from their beds in an instant.

'Did Miss Scottan leave the Inquisition of the Church and come to Nolan?' 'Respondent: Murmuring Grimoire.

To correct, it should have fled to Nolan, and from the content of the description, it seems that Miss Nun is being hunted down by the inquisitors of the Church. 'Respondent: Short-touch wand.

'Where?' Maybe there will be someone around who can help. 'Respondent: The One Who Bears the Fire.

Cheryl was a little stunned as she looked at the sudden pile of comments below the post, she rarely entered this state of stunnedness, which is a big taboo for assassins.

But looking at the replies in the post, these replies are just words composed of the simplest inscriptions, which makes Cheryl's mood very complicated.

Perhaps somewhere in the city of Nolan, there is a spellcaster who is unknown to Cheryl, who only came to know 'Sister Skotan' after reading the book "Diary of a Heresy Inquisitor".

Even though he had never met, he dropped what he was doing, or got out of bed, and began to worry about her safety......

But worrying is one thing, and being willing to risk your life to help a stranger you've never met is another.

'I'm in the alley behind a shop called Crock's wand. 'Respondent: Sister Scottan.

Cheryl knew it wasn't realistic, but she wasn't willing to give up that little hope.

As she replied, she felt the Inquisitor's breath begin to approach the alley.

"Denissa, come to me quickly."

Cheryl immediately grabbed Denisha's hand and dragged her into a scrap pile made up of discarded parts.

The scrap pile was just in the shadow of the alley, and Cheryl covered Denisa's mouth, suppressing her breath to a minimum, quietly listening to the movement around her.

The news on the caster's forum was still refreshing, but Cheryl didn't have the energy to pay attention to it, and she was sure that the Inquisitor had gone down the alley.

She could hear the faint and almost undetectable sound of footsteps, and she pulled out a dagger and prepared for a desperate fight.

It is a team of three Inquisitors, one of whom is the Presiding Judge.

They didn't find Cheryl hiding in the scrap heap in the corner of the alley, but they were sure that the betrayer was hiding in the alley.

The pace of the three Inquisitors became slower, and Cheryl felt that all that was heard around her was the sound of Denisa's somewhat rapid breathing.

When one of the Inquisitors stood by the scrap pile, Cheryl knew there was no way to hide any longer.

With what little strength she had left, she burst out of the scrap heap, baring her fangs like a snake, swinging her dagger at a speed that the naked eye couldn't catch, slicing the scarlet arc through the air and severing the arm of the nearest Inquisitor.

But the other two Inquisitors reacted immediately, and the tip of the staff held by one of the Inquisitors released a gray impact, and the narrow alley did not allow Cheryl any room to dodge at all.

Her body was slammed against the wall of the alley, and then she collapsed into a pool of stagnant water on the floor of the alley, and a large number of small wounds appeared on her body, and the blood spilled from the stagnant water stained the stagnant water scarlet.

"Cheryl!"

Denisha rushed out of the scrap pile and tried to run towards Cheryl, who fell to the ground, but was grabbed by the arm by one of the Inquisitors, and instantly lost consciousness under the effect of the gray mist.

Cheryl, who had fallen in the water, tried to stand up, but the severe injuries to her internal organs and body completely drained her body's mobility, and she fell to the ground weakly, watching the presiding judge approach step by step.

"Disappoint me, Cheryl... Why choose betrayal? There is no place in the world where you can tolerate your presence except the Inquisition. ”

The presiding judge's voice reached Cheryl's ears, but she wasn't in the mood to pay attention at all...

It's ridiculous to Cheryl herself, she was still in the mood to read the post at the time of her experience, or the only thing she could do now.

The Spellcaster's forum posts dominated her somewhat blurred vision, and the messages on the posts were rapidly refreshing.

'Crock's Wand Shop... Not impressed, does anyone know where it is?! 'Reply: Night's Watch.

'Is it too late to know?' That's the heresy inquisitor of the Church, and it's very troublesome for those executioners' Respondent: Mlock.

'This is Nolan, Nolan's laws don't allow killing people in the streets, and don't you want to read the rest of the Inquisitor's Diary?!' 'Respondent: The One Who Bears the Fire.

Cheryl couldn't help but laugh as she watched the flurry of news, and in the end, the casters were most concerned about updating her diary, but it was also something she could be proud of......

The only thing she could be proud of in her life.

Cheryl used her finger to leave the last two words on the caster's forum.

'Don't come...' Respondent: Sister Scottan.

A presiding judge and two inquisitors are simply something that an ordinary spellcaster can defeat, and even if a spellcaster does rush over, it will only put him in a dangerous situation.

Even if Denisha were to be returned to the Inquisition, the bishops would not do anything to her, because Denisha was special......

So Cheryl has nothing to fear.

"What are you laughing at? Filthy betrayers. ”

The presiding judge didn't understand that she could laugh like this before she died, and he grabbed Cheryl by the neck and grabbed her.

But all Cheryl's vision was the messages that kept refreshing on the caster's forum.

'The Crocker Wand Shop is right next to Nolan's Teleportation Circle!' Is anyone near the Nolan Teleportation Array? 'Respondent: No dictionary.

'My place of work is there, but I'm at home right now, damn it... Why didn't the boss who slammed the door today let me stay a little longer. 'Reply: Gold Coin of the Eternal Sleep.

Cheryl's vision became more and more blurry as she watched the replies become more and more blurred, until the last message that popped up suddenly made Cheryl's consciousness instantly sober.

'I'm behind the alley of Crock's wand shop!' 'Respondent: Short-touch wand.

“……”

Seeing the news, Cheryl instantly raised her head and stepped over the presiding judge's shoulder, and instantly saw a spellcaster standing at the end of the alley, panting.

Judging by his age and outfit, he was just a spellcaster's apprentice.

Damn it... Cheryl didn't have any thoughts of rejoicing at all, because one of the Inquisitors had already drawn his weapon and walked towards the spellcaster's apprentice.

The spellcaster's apprentice, who seemed to be a 'short-touch wand', instantly took several steps back in fear when he saw the Inquisitor take out his weapon, and his face showed a look of horror.

It seemed that even if he had mustered up the courage to come here, it would be impossible to face the Inquisitor who had the blood of hundreds, if not thousands, of people on his hands.

He began to regret it... I regret why I ran here because I was a hero for a while.

"The spellcaster who happened to be here, or is it your friend? I didn't expect that a filthy betrayer like you would be willing to come to your rescue. ”

The presiding judge gripped Cheryl's neck tightly, and she instantly felt a feeling of suffocation and let out a painful whimper.

The whimper was heard by the caster of the 'Short Touch Wand', who was also a man though he was an apprentice, and at this moment he took out his staff and aimed it at one of the Inquisitors.

A scorching inscription appeared around him, and a fireball erupted towards the tip of the wand and shot at the Inquisitor, but the Inquisitor simply threw a dagger and pierced the fireball, embedded in the wall behind the caster's apprentice.

He was cut in the cheek by the sharp dagger, and he sat down on the ground with a frightened expression on his face.

"Pathetic seeker, next time this dagger will be aimed at your head, get out." The Inquisitor said.

The 'Short Touch Wand', who was sitting on the ground, choked up, and he stood up tremblingly, the first thing he did was not to run away, nor to release the spell to continue the resistance, but to write a reply on the caster's forum.

'I can't beat it! 'Respondent: Short-touch wand.

'Hurry up and get out of the way, let me come, you're in the way!' 'Reply: Thundering Crystal.

Who? 'Short-touch Wand' didn't expect anyone to come to this gloomy alley, and he followed the instructions from above and ran away quickly......

"What a fragile thing human friendship is, Cheryl... Finally, in solitude, confess your mistakes. ”

The Presiding Judge sneered at Cheryl when he saw the caster flee.

Cheryl, who was suffocating, was still able to maintain her composure in her reluctant thoughts, and she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart after hearing the spellcaster flee.

She didn't want to upset anyone, let alone readers who liked her books, and as darkness gradually swallowed her vision, her eyes were suddenly illuminated by a bright light.

A magic array composed of a large number of inscriptions instantly appeared above the alley, and the pale yellow magic array was filled with explosive electric light.

Thunder resounded throughout the alley, raining down from the sky to hit the presiding judge and the two inquisitors.

This is not a 'little fireball' level magic, it is a high-level magic that has been prepared for a long time.

The presiding judge was surrounded by lightning and lightning, and the pain and numbness made him look at Cheryl in front of him in surprise.

This operation was perfect, there should be no reason to attract enforcers to help Cheryl, could it be that this betrayer still knows some powerful spellcaster in Nolan?!

The lightning fell from the sky, and the presiding judge had to loosen Cheryl's restraints so that he could dodge the thunderbolt's attacks more flexibly.

After several successive lightning strikes, the ground was already full of scorched black marks.

"Dirty sneak attacker......" The presiding judge glanced around, but didn't see the guy casting the spell.

"Dirty? I don't want to be described by you executioners in that way. ”

The spellcaster had no intention of hiding, she walked straight out of the shadows, and to the presiding judge's surprise, the caster was a girl who looked no more than thirteen or fourteen years old.

Although the presiding judge did not know how Cheryl knew this powerful magician.

But because of his age, he was still too naïve in terms of combat experience.

She alone was exposed to the presiding judge, who had countless ways to tie her hands......

"Your friend is stupid."

The presiding judge said to Cheryl, who had fallen to the ground.

He took out his staff, ready to give the arrogant girl a lesson, called a lesson on what happens if one is reckless.

"Really... Stupid people... It's you. ”

Cheryl endured the pain in her body and uttered such a sentence.

After hearing Cheryl's words, the presiding judge had a bad premonition, and a large number of fluctuations of magic elements suddenly appeared around him, the intensity of the fluctuations was not high, but the number was terrifying.

The two Inquisitors waited for the Presiding Judge's order to attack the female caster who was using the magic of the Thunder System, but several more casters slowly walked to her side...

"You... What was done? ”

The presiding judge saw that the new spellcasters already had plans to retreat, and the magical aura emanating from several of them was definitely not the level of an apprentice!

They are most likely the Grand Magicians from a certain academy in Nolan.

What made the presiding judge feel most incredible was that he also saw the figures of four dwarves...... Not only at the front of the alley, but also on the rooftops, there were several spellcasters and dwarves.

They were surrounded.

The presiding judge remembered that Cheryl had only been on a mission at Nolan for a few days! How could she know so many spellcasters and dwarves just for the past few days... And collectively risking the wrath of the Inquisition to save her?

Cheryl didn't answer, just let out a soft chuckle, and the Spellcaster's forum post was still being updated before her eyes.

Just come where the thunder is ringing. 'Reply: Thundering Crystal.

'Don't panic, I've already sent someone. 'Respondent: Grey and White Owl.

'The magic is on top!' I'll be there right away. 'Respondent: Black Iron Longsword.

'Fight is my own!' And the card pack! 'Respondent: Hammer of the Long Frost.

With so many spellcasters and dwarves besmoking, it was impossible to defeat with one prejudge and two inquisitors, but before that could happen, the presiding judge had to execute the betrayer.

The Inquisitor's staff emitted a gray mist, and the mist turned into a sharp sword and stabbed at Cheryl's forehead, but when it cut off several of Cheryl's hairs, and was about to touch his skin, it was dispelled by the same gray ** force.

The presiding judge looked into the depths of the alley, and the owner of the gray ** force slowly walked out from the other side of the alley.

"You're... Who? ”

It was the first time in so many years that he had used this 'power' that it had failed, and without it, he would have no means of attacking at all.

"Who am I?"

Qiao Xiu, who had just arrived all the way from the Hearthstone Tavern to the back of the wand shop's alley, walked slowly towards the presiding judge, and the imprint on Qiao Xiu's palm emitted a dim light.

Qiao Xiu's eyes glanced at Cheryl, who had fallen to the ground, and then smiled and gave the presiding judge an answer.

"A Reminder."

“… Absurd! ”

There was no time left for the inquisitor to make small talk, the spellcaster behind him had already begun to prepare offensive magic, and the dwarves also picked up their weapons and rushed up, and there was no way to stop them with the two inquisitors, so he could only choose to escape here for the time being.

Qiao Xiu watched the chaotic scene and walked over to Cheryl, who had fallen to the ground, and helped her up.

"I have a question for you before you go unconscious."

Qiao Xiu's hands were already stained with Cheryl's blood, and she wouldn't be able to support herself for long if she didn't receive treatment.

"What... Issue? ”

Cheryl knew that she was safe, so she began to feel a little sleepy and vaguely wanted to sleep.

"Tonight, is there any update?" Qiao Xiu said.

And Qiao Xiu's words instantly woke up Cheryl in a sleepy state.