The holy city of the land of holy religion.

No matter how many times Cheryl felt that the teleportation array was a convenient thing, Nolan was able to cross several countries in a teleportation array, and in just one day, she could return from Nolan to the country of the Holy Religion several countries apart.

But this return could not be called a triumph after the mission was completed, she was escorted back by the Holy Cult Army.

The Inquisition is still the same as Cheryl had left, more of a dungeon than a church.

There was a strange incense in the air, and it was a blessing to calm the inquisitors who had returned.

However, Cheryl didn't feel much peace when she smelled the incense, and she was reporting to the Bishop overseeing the Inquisition.

Cheryl's location was in the heart of the entire Inquisition, and she glanced at the bishops sitting in the Inquisition.

Since they were all wearing stone masks, Cheryl couldn't see what they looked like.

"The Judge sent by you and everyone else was brutally killed by that demon?"

"Let me correct you, it's a Chaos Demon, very cunning."

Cheryl stared fearlessly at the three bishops seated on the judgment bench, explaining what she had encountered in Nolan.

Of course, what she expounded was all adding fuel to the fire, but she was not lying about the description 'cunning'.

Because she had already fallen into the trap set by the Chaos Demon named Qiao Xiu, a trap called Krypton Gold Opening Bag.

The most dangerous thing is that even though Cheryl knows that this is the demon's method of cheating, she just enjoys it.

"It's sad news that we've lost three more good Inquisitors......"

The three bishops didn't seem to doubt what Cheryl was saying.

It seems that although the Archbishop of the Desireless on Nolan's side treated Cheryl very 'roughly', he did not report to the church about the various evil deeds of the Inquisitor in Nolan.

"Stand aside, judges, the church choir is ready to wash away the confusion in your heart."

"We will send a new Inquisitor to punish the demon hiding in Nolan."

"Wait a minute! Your Excellency..."

Cheryl panicked when she heard that the three bishops were preparing to send a new Inquisitor to Nolan.

"Inquisitor, is there anything else?"

"My lord, I am so saddened by the death of the Presiding Judge that I cannot forgive the demon for his crimes!"

Cheryl admits that she was lying, and she didn't even know the name of the Inquisitor who was on the mission with her.

But she tried to make her tone sound as sad and angry as she could.

"Don't let your anger take hold, Cheryl, stay calm... The sacred singing of the choir will calm your heart," one of the bishops dissuaded Cheryl.

I don't need to listen to songs! I'm going to fucking the hearthstone, okay!

Even though Cheryl thought so in her heart, she didn't say it directly.

In the end, Cheryl's petition was not granted by the three bishops, and she was taken out of the courtroom.

After leaving the courtroom, Cheryl went to the prayer room where the church choir sang hymns.

It was far more comfortable than the eerie atmosphere of the Inquisition, and even late at night, light was still scattered through the multicolored glass on the benches below the prayer room.

The chants from the church choir slowly echoed throughout the prayer room, and there was a sense of sacredness in listening to the whispers of the gods in the sun.

Cheryl used to sit here all day long, because only listening to these soothing songs in the prayer room could really calm her heart.

But this time, Cheryl sat on the bench in the prayer room, sitting like a mollusk, with a 'I'm almost dying' expression.

Yes... I really want to hit Hearthstone.

Cheryl's mind was filled with this thought during the choir's blessing, and the blessing did not last long, and after about half an hour, the singing gradually faded away.

Cheryl also got up from the bench in the prayer room, and it took nearly half an hour to return to the room where she lived in the Inquisition.

After joining the Inquisitor, they lived in the Inquisition of the Holy City for the rest of their lives, living a life similar to that of an ascetic.

There are many Inquisitors who have survived on their own beliefs, and Cheryl is simply trying to sustain herself in the midst of those crazy whispers.

The choir's singing is essential to dispel the whispers, and Cheryl keeps a daily diary of what she has done.

Today was no exception, but when Cheryl reached her desk and opened the drawer, she found that a corner of her journal was broken.

"Mouse?!"

She opened the yellowed diary, a heavy 'book' that recorded all the memories she had since she became a judge.

But a large part of this heavy tome seems to have been gnawed away by some creature.

"I knew it wasn't good to live near the torture room, it must have been the damn butchers who forgot to clean up the bodies."

Cheryl sniffed the air around her, a faint smell of blood.

This is the darkest corner of the holy city of the entire Church, and I don't know how many naïve believers or hapless heretics have been swallowed up.

Cheryl had long been accustomed to this kind of life, but it was still very irritating that more than half of the diary she had spent nearly decades writing had been devoured.

But the anger in her heart was quickly dispelled by the sudden singing in her ears......

What's going on? Cheryl looked around, there was no way to hear the choir's chants in such a dark place, and it didn't sound like a choir's singing.

The language of the elves?

A tender green leaf appeared in Cheryl's palm, and a special window popped up in her field of vision.

Magic Net System... The Chaos Demon gave her a gift before leaving, and Cheryl spent a long time figuring out what kind of magic it was.

This calm-sounding singing comes from Cheryl's yet-to-turn off 'Nolan's Voice'.

"Frost Elf Tyrin..."

Cheryl glanced at the title of The Voice of Nolan and pulled out a pitch-black protozoar, which was given to her by the Messiah, and the name of the recording singer was none other than Tylene.

"If you bring her to the Holy City, that bastard woman should almost retire......"

Cheryl listened to the elven psalms, and the singing that sounded directly in her consciousness was far more effective than the choir's chants.

She quickly turned her attention to the second app on the desktop, the 'Spellcaster Forum'.

On her way to the Land of the Holy Religion, Cheryl had already registered an account on the Spellcaster Forum, and had figured out how to use it.

"Maybe... Can I use this forum to write a diary? ”

Cheryl glanced at the tattered diary in her hand, which would have been eaten by rats if she had returned a few days too late.