In the time that Nolan's portal opened, the Messiah returned to Nolan once again.

What made Mish a little ashamed was that she returned to Nolan not for any 'mission' this time, but simply because she saw the news of the 'Nolan Open' on the caster forum, which caused her to wander when she practiced swinging her sword every day.

It was only at this time that Messi realized the viciousness of the 'Chaos Demon'.

After returning to the Holy City, she had been urging herself countless times to forget about her experience in Nolan and stop thinking about the Hearthstone, the opening of the bag, and the like.

But... The more the Messiah forces himself to forget, the clearer the memory becomes.

Especially after Hearthstone released two new card packs and held a Nolan Open for all players.

The strings that had been tense in the knight's heart for a long time broke completely.

Herolia saw the knot in Messiah's heart, so she generously gave Messiah a full fifteen-day vacation.

At first, Messi refused the holiday, but Herolia had to return to the great city of mages.

"Is it over today?"

Messi stood across from the Hearthstone Tavern, watching the dwarves come and go in the tavern.

Her mission is to bring back the defected Inquisitors, Cheryl and Denissa.

The word "bring back" here does not mean capture, as Hloria is a friend who hopes that Cheryl and Denisha will join her side.

The Messi could not guess what the Holy Maiden was thinking, but the mission she had entrusted to the Mess was to be completed.

"Captain, we're still going to force the Inquisitor back, right?"

Behind Messiah was another Cult Soldier, who also seemed to be a loyal supporter of the Saints Cult and agreed to be a good man of strong character.

But what gave Miess a headache was the young Cult's first arrival in Nolan.

Or rather... The first time I came to Nolan after the Chaos Demon appeared.

"Didn't I tell you when I came out? The inhabitants of Nolan don't have a good opinion of the Holy Army, so don't behave in such a reckless manner. Messiah said.

"Why?"

During the fifteen days that the young Cult Army had been in Nolan, he had indeed vaguely felt the malice of the residents of Nolan towards the Cult Army.

This seemed to him to be an absolutely incomprehensible thing.

Although the Holy Cult Army is an army affiliated with the Holy Cult Nation, they are warriors who wield the power of the Holy Light, and the Holy Light magic generally has the power to heal injuries.

Therefore, the people and soldiers in various countries still have a good impression of the Holy Cult Army, which is 'capable of milk and resistance'.

"......" Messi's lips furled a little, trying to say something, but all the words turned into a sigh.

Why is that? Obviously, it was the Holy Cult Army who came to Nolan first to establish a church, but in the end, because of the appearance of that Chaos Demon, not to mention the Holy Cult Army, even the reputation of the entire Holy Cult Country in this world plummeted.

Not only the residents of Nolan themselves, but Messi usually browses the magic web for news about the Holy Religion Country, especially the documentary "Frost Civil Strife" some time ago.

Even if she didn't watch the content of the feature film, just by watching the discussion on the Internet, she vaguely began to wonder what happened to the country she was loyal to?

"The Inquisitor will give us a final answer today, so be patient."

Messi shook his head, banishing the gloomy thoughts from his mind.

I can't stop thinking that the demon made it all up to force myself not to think about superfluous things.

Thankfully, the trip to Nolan was quite enjoyable, not only did he watch the whole process of the Nolan Open on TV, but he also managed to buy a new card pack, kill the lich Kel'thugad in Naxxramas, which was full of undead and venom, and then went to Blackstone Mountain to slaughter Nefarian.

"There's no reason for the fallen Inquisitor to refuse Lord Heloria's invitation, and Lord Herolia has promised to pardon her for her previous wrongs."

In the past fifteen days, Messi and his subordinates have met with Cheryl several times.

The Inquisitor has been complaining about his life in Nolan, such as 'being so poor that he eats dirt every day', 'I want to open a card pack but I have no money, and I hope that someone kind will help me'.

It stands to reason that if life is so tight, Cheryl should return to her old job.

While this is something that the Messiah does not want, as a warrior or a sword-wielder, it may be their fate.

Cheryl had too much blood on her hands, and the day the news of her life in Nolan was revealed, someone would inevitably come to her door and ask Cheryl to settle the sins of the Inquisitors.

'I'm in the library of the Higher Academy of Magic in Lursk, where I'll give you an answer. ’

A text message from Cheryl interrupted the Messiah's musings.

Library? Where to go and what to do?

Without much hesitation, Messi rushed directly to the location of the High School of Magic with his subordinates.

It took her half an hour or so to get to the magic academy.

The library is located right in the middle of this high magic school, and it is the most magnificent building in the entire magic school, and when Messi walked straight into the library, he met the inquisitor lady.

"What are you doing here?"

Messi glanced at the surroundings in confusion, and the entrance to the library was joined together by two long tables, above which floated words written by some kind of fluorescent magic.

That's the 'Sister Skatean and Mother Denisha signing.' ’

The meaning of the signing is incomprehensible, but Cheryl has a stack of identical books in her hand, with the title "Diary of an Inquisitor of Heresy: Day 1 to Six Hundred and Seventy-two Days" written on the cover.

"Sell books." Cheryl replied.

"Sell... Book? Is it to help sell books to the library here? ”

Messe remembered that Cheryl had cried to her that she had to find three jobs a day to support the family's Miss Nun and her card box.

The squire work he did during the day at the Hearthstone Tavern was already known, and one of the other two jobs was selling books in this library.

"It's selling books that I wrote myself." Cheryl held up a copy of the Diary of an Inquisitor that lay on the table.

"The diary you kept on the magic web turned out to be a real book?"

Messe was slightly surprised that most ordinary people had the same view of publishing as Cheryl.

That is, the authors who can write and publish books are regarded as a kind of unattainable existence, and most of the books in this world are still in the form of manuscripts, and those books that can be put in the library and are made with the magic of 'printing', are all written by those who are wise and wise.

"Hmm." Cheryl was a little proud to hear the voice of the Messiah, but soon her complacency faded in an instant.

"But no one buys it at all..."

Cheryl covered her face with her hands and let out a frustrated sigh.

As Messey was about to say something to comfort Cheryl, she heard the voice of the girl behind her in amazement.

When Messi turned around, he saw a group of young girls gathered behind him, not to borrow books, but to see the nun who was sitting behind the long table.

"That's... Seems to be with you? Messi remembered that the nun was also the target of her mission, named Denissa.

"Yes, it's with me."

Cheryl spread her fingers with her hands covering her cheeks, and looked at Dinisha in the distance, who was surrounded by a group of female readers, with very mixed feelings.

"Ahh I knew that her books would be so popular, what did I work so hard to raise her for! ”

"Cheryl, have you thought about what I told you before?" At this time, the Messiah once again uttered Herolia's promise: "If you return to the Holy City, Lord Herolia will protect your safety and give you the right place......"

"We'll talk about it later!" Cheryl didn't immediately reply to the mess.

The two old spellcasters walked into the library and looked around, and for the first time, instead of running to Denissa's side, they slowly came to Cheryl's desk.

"Is the author of the Diary of an Inquisitor here?" One of the old inquisitors asked.

"I am!" Cheryl said.

She didn't know how many times she had answered the same question.