Located on the banks of the River of Gears.

"Phew! Just a few Holy Cult soldiers wearing iron bumps want to bring me back, and the Desireless are still too naïve, much more naïve than when they played Priest! ”

Cheryl, an Inquisitor from the Inquisition, half-crouched on the roof of an alchemy's workshop, looking down at the four Holy Cultists who were looking for her whereabouts above the bridge.

Her smug tone didn't last long, when a burning pain suddenly came from her shoulder, and a dark purple symbol appeared on her shoulder.

"Shadow Sign?!" She recognized the symbol on her shoulder, and the four Holy Cult soldiers spotted her and ran towards her.

"Desireless, you damn dirty shepherd!"

After a complaint, she immediately rolled over the roof and jumped into the nearby alley.

The four Holy Cultists began to search the area, but she quickly escaped from the alley using her inhuman mobility.

The burning pain in her shoulder faded away, and she climbed to the top floor of an alchemy workshop again, and began to figure out where to go next.

But after thinking about it for a moment, she regretted it... She's lost.

The Inquisition of the Church is charged with the eradication of the 'great rebels' who are not good for the Church, and in her view the Inquisitors themselves are great rebels to the world.

She has inherited the unparalleled power given by the Church, but this power is very unstable and can get out of control at any time.

Therefore, every inquisitor must remain in the heart of the Holy City of the Church during the period when he is not on duty.

This is an incomparably honorable event for every member of the Holy Religion Country, as the core area of the Holy City is the closest sacred place to the gods.

But it was a cage for her, and if it weren't for the side effects of the church's choir singing to alleviate the side effects of her loss of power, she would have fled from that place more than a hundred years ago.

But after arriving in Nolan, the situation has become completely different.

Cheryl took out a pitch-black protozol from the pocket of her clothes, and after she injected her magic into it, she could faintly hear the singing voice coming from inside the protocrystal.

The soothing singing calmed her restless consciousness a little, but only 'slightly' if she wasn't distracted by something that would make her happy.

Sooner or later, those crazy whispers would reverberate in her mind again.

"The White Vitsk Theater is nearby, why don't we go to see Beauty and the Devil again?"

"It's been the first time, the fifth or the sixth, Sansa, aren't you really tired of watching it?"

"Are you alright, Herland?"

Cheryl, who had been hiding on the roof of the alchemist's house, was attracted by the chatter, and she looked under the alchemy's house and spotted a familiar figure.

"That succubus in the Hearthstone Tavern......"

Cheryl stared at the five girls standing in front of the atelier door, their robes proving that they were all from the same magic school, but that there was a succubus mixed in among them.

According to the Inquisitor's duties, Cheryl was supposed to take out the 'enemy of the gods', but Cheryl recognized the succubus as an acolyte working in the Hearthstone Tavern.

And Nolan's Hearthstone Tavern is the only place other than the choir in the Holy City where she can feel the emotion of 'joy', not to say joy, but to be excited.

For the past two weeks, she's relied on that game called Hearthstone, completely forgetting about those damn whispers.

She watched the five girls from the rooftop, and after a brief conversation, two of them chose to leave.

Follow that succubus and maybe return to the Hearthstone Tavern?

Cheryl thought for a moment, but she kept up with the succubus, but she didn't dare get too close.

The body of this succubus was surrounded by a faint aura of death, and it seemed that some undead creature was hovering around this succubus.

Cheryl followed them through the River of Cogs along the way, hoping to return to the Hearthstone Tavern under the succubus's guidance.

But her hopes were disappointed, and instead of returning to the Hearthstone Tavern, they came to a place called the White Thorn Theater.

"Why would demons be interested in stage plays!"

She stood in front of the door of the White Thorn Theater as the succubus walked into the theater, wondering whether to follow her in.

A stage play doesn't end in an hour or two, and after spending so long, she can find anyone on the street to find out the location of the Hearthstone Tavern.

But the four Holy Cult Soldiers who followed her 'Shadow Mark' gave her no choice at all.

In order to hide, she could only temporarily enter the White Thorn Flower Theater.

The White Thorn Flower Theater is an excellent hiding place, and the crowds from all over the world occupy the entire theater hall, and the originally open theater hall is actually a little crowded at this time.

Cheryl walked through the crowd to the corner of the theater hall, where there was a row of benches for resting, and Cheryl was lucky enough to find a seat.

She also sat in that position unceremoniously, and she had been making a fuss since the morning, and even the best inquisitors would feel tired.

"Is this young lady also coming to see the new movie?"

A voice rang in Cheryl's ears, and she looked sideways to see a familiar figure, the Chaos Demon Jossiu, though she preferred to use the innkeeper's name.

As an Inquisitor, she did take on the task of assassinating Josiu, but the motivation for this mission was not so much 'loyalty to the church' as it was to be able to listen to a short choir after completing the mission.

Cheryl has now found something far more interesting than the singing of the choir, as for the mission?

Challenging a Chaos Demon alone, or a Chaos Demon who might be prepared, is completely self-defeating.

"Movies?"

Cheryl guessed that Qiao Xiu didn't know her true identity, so she was able to talk to Qiao Xiu calmly.

She could already faintly hear the whispers start to flicker in her ears, and if she didn't find something to cheer her up, then she could really be in danger of her life.

At this moment, the audience in the entire White Thorn Theater suddenly let out a sound of amazement.

Because the poster of "Beauty and the Devil" hanging in the theater suddenly disappeared and was replaced by the poster of "This Demon Is Not Too Cold".

The poster of the demon slayer Leon walking on the road with Matilda, a little girl holding a potted plant, catches Cheryl's attention for a few seconds, and at the same time arouses Cheryl's interest.

"Of course..."

The frantic whispers in her ears began to grow clearer, forcing Cheryl to answer in the affirmative.

Anyway, this is not the first time she has been seduced by this demon, and she only hopes that this so-called movie will be interesting enough.