A forest on the border of the Land of Frost.

It's nearly night, and the cold wind will bury all living creatures under the frost and snow.

Luckily for Sayle and his army, there was no snowstorm tonight, just a few sparse light snowfalls, and it was as quiet as the night of the Frost Country's sacred sacrifice.

"Prince, are you sleepy?"

Marshal Amt sat by the makeshift campfire with a glass of warmed wine that had just been heated, and which seemed to be the marshal's fuel, and with which the bear-like man could be energized anyway.

Sheil's not very good at dealing with this kind of 'frost country-style man', especially the liquor handed over by Marshal Amter, which smelled too pungent to Sheil.

Is the country confused the distinction between alcohol and liquor?

"I'm a little tired." Shayle nodded and said.

"It's really scary enough to be attacked by the ice dragon during the day, Your Royal Highness Prince, you go and rest first, and tonight I and my southern army will keep vigil."

Marshal Amt threw a piece of dry wood into the campfire.

"That ice dragon can't reach the bottom of the canyon, at most there are some monsters like frost wolves and snow devils, don't worry."

"Marshal Amter, you also have to pay attention to your body."

Shayl didn't hesitate too much, he glanced at the marshal's injured leg, the part that had been healed by the magic of the Holy Light had recovered a lot.

He left where the campfire was burning and walked into a tent that belonged only to him.

The smile on Shail's face disappeared as soon as he entered the tent, and he walked over to the bed and sat down, clicking on the text message from the magic net.

More than 130 messages have been sent between Shayl and the Fireman, and the Fireman has told Shayl something he would not believe anyway.

The conspiracy of the Inquisition of the Holy Religion Nation.

"Blackwood Forest Fire Incident."

Shayl flipped through the images sent by the fire-bearers, which clearly recorded the Inquisition's misdeeds in the Darkwood Forest.

After browsing through the shocking images again, Shayl clicked on the immovable library section of the caster forum, and found a book in the immovable library, "Diary of a Heresy Inquisitor", which had received 130,000 replies.

This was also recommended to Shayl by the Flame Bearers, and the book details the origins of the Inquisitors and how the organization operates.

Shayl clicked on the first page of the book and began to read, reading books on the magic web was a very special experience, and he could see what others were saying about the book at any time.

Originally, Shayl was just reading this diary with the mentality of looking up information, but the story of a young nun struggling to survive in the Inquisition and gradually becoming a cold-blooded killer in the diary inexplicably captured the heart of this 'prince', and he read it patiently.

As time began to slip away, the 'prince' of the Land of Frost had been immersed in this dark and lonely diary.

It wasn't until the Frost Spirit floated into the tent and lay on Shail's shoulder, making a slight noise, the Frost Spirit's cry was like a bell, and Shayl came back to his senses from his diary.

"It's been three hours?"

Shayl glanced at the time display in the lower right corner of the magic net, the time shown on it was Nolan's, and there was a three-hour time difference between the Land of Frost and Nolan, so it was already late at night when it was changed to the Land of Frost.

"But it's just right."

Shayl jotted down the chapters he saw, then closed the net, and touched the Frost Spirit on his shoulder with his hand.

"Did you notice anything out of the ordinary?"

Two points of light appeared on the white ball of light, and they nodded like human eyes.

“……”

Receiving an affirmative reply from the Frost Spirit, Shail's heart became heavy.

Although the Inquisitor Diary is narrated from a first-person perspective, Shayl can still see that there is something wrong with the organization, and that the Inquisitors are definitely not using the power of Light.

But at this time, Shayl is still unsure whether what the Flame Bearer said is true, what exactly does the Inquisition have to do with the Holy Realm, and ...... Do you have these dangerous guys in your own army.

And now Sheil's going to rely on his own eyes to confirm it for himself!

His consciousness gradually dissipated under the guidance of the frost spirit, and when Shayl opened his eyes again, he was already in the snowy fields of the canyon.

Shail's ability to absorb the power of the Frost Spirit is to completely merge his consciousness into the frost and snow around him.

Shayl stood above the sky and scanned the camp in the canyon, all but some of the soldiers who were on the night watch had fallen asleep.

Guided by the Spirit of Frost, he approached the tent where the priests of the Holy Religion were stationed, which also served as a medical point for the entire army.

"Sleep in peace, I've healed your wounds." The white-clad clergymen comforted the wounded soldiers.

Turning into frost and snow, Shayl quietly floated to the back of the tent, and when he reached the tent in the corner, Shayl felt the aura of the magical enchantment.

But this could not affect Shail, a snowflake quietly drifted into the inside of the tent, and Shayl saw the scenery inside the tent through the eyes of this snowflake.

The priest in the tent who had treated Marshal Amter's left leg during the day seemed to be arguing with a knight.

With the help of the Frost Spirit, the snowflake was heard, and Shayl could hear the priest's words clearly.

"Why don't you let that ice dragon kill them all! A breath! One breath is enough to kill hundreds of people, and you have to create an avalanche to push them into the canyon! The priest shouted at the knight.

What the priest said made Shayl stunned directly, and he also recognized the armor on the knight's body, which was a soldier of the Second Legion under his command.

"At the bottom of the canyon inscribed by the magic array of the ritual, we need living beings as tribute." The knight's voice sounded hoarse, not at all like what a human should have.

"So what now! The 'spiritual plague' you are so proud of has no effect at all! Shayle, the great twelfth prince of the Land of Frost, saved the entire army. ”

"It's the singing of the elves that affects the integrity of the ritual......" The knight said as his gaze suddenly turned to the snowflakes that had landed on the table.

Shail's gaze met that of the knight, and for a moment Shayl felt like he had seen something terrifying.

The mental sting caused Shayl to wake up from his bed, breathing in the fresh air, and the symptoms of tinnitus reappeared on Shail's body.

Rituals, sacrifices, spiritual plagues...

Shayl hugged his head, his back soaked with sweat, and after a brief moment of contemplation, he opened the Flame Bearer's newsletter, edited a message and sent it.

'What you say is true, true among my friends... Someone is a guy from the Inquisition in disguise. ’