Inquisition –

With a low snort, Wyman shifted his gaze to the man in front of him.

Quentin.

That's his name.

Although the inquisitors are not of high rank, and there is still a certain distance between them and those who can decide life and death with a single word, they are not in the current Canaan of the Order's headquarters, but in ...... Deepest night.

Quentin, this little-known fellow, represents the Ministry of Faith at this moment.

Anyway -

He can't even despise him.

So he sat down, endured the dissatisfaction in his heart, and sat down.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, his gaze stopped slightly on the slightly feminine man, and then Wyman said straight to the point: "Judas is my man." ”

It may sound like a bit of a headlessness, but the great sword-wielder believes that the other party knows what he means.

Although Judah has not yet been determined, there is no doubt about the identity of the sword-bearer, let alone ......

The sword-bearers of this generation are still nominally under his command.

"Desertion, dereliction of duty—" Quentin, the red-clad adjudicator and the plenipotentiary of the Ministry of Faith and Doctrine stationed in the expeditionary force, pursed his lips and spoke at a slow pace, "If it's your person, I'll give you a good lecture - it's better to keep your eyes bright, don't trust someone else." ”

"What do you mean?" Wyman's face darkened.

"It's literal. The red-robed judge of the Ministry of Faith narrowed his eyes, and in the face of the anger of the real big man in front of him, who was far above him in terms of status and authority, he leaned forward slightly, and a happy and distorted smile appeared on his face, "That guy...... It's a big suspicion. ”

"That wicked thing that cannot be called by name—" pausing here, "I have looked through his files, and I do not deny that he is a very remarkable little fellow, but at the same time I insist that he is very suspicious. ”

"Why would a survivor of Hemtika be so strong?"

"Why did everyone suffer pollution in the end, but he was the only one who not only survived, but also did not suffer even the slightest bit of pollution?"

"Is this reasonable? Is this realistic?"

"No, not at all. ”

"How can there be such a coincidence, such an unreasonable thing in the world—you trust Leonardo da Vinci and his alchemical techniques full of blasphemy and depravity. ”

"Never thought if they were deceived, if the information they fed back to you was wrong—"

"What should you do. ”

However, in the face of the aggressive posture of the adjudicator of the Ministry of Faith and Reason, Wyman only sneered: "Are you questioning the judgment made by the Thirteen Supporting Swordsmen Brigade and the Technical Department after collective deliberation?"

"Don't dare. ”

The answer without the slightest sincerity, no matter how dull the person is, can hear it, this is just a pretext.

"Don't dare?" the captain of the Sweeper's Brigade, the Grand Sword Wielder who was theoretically the same level as the Minister of the Ministry of Faith and Reason, raised his eyebrows, "Is there still the word 'dare' in your Inquisition's dictionary?"

He did not use the Congregation of the Doctrine of the Faith, but instead referred to them as the Inquisition.

"Absolutely. Quentin replied, humble in speech and calm in his demeanor, not unlike the most devout of the faithful except in his degree of fanaticism, "As sons of man, we ought to fear God." ”

"Empty tongues. The words from the Order's canon made the Great Sword wielder irrefutable, and he could only let out a cold snort, then digressed the subject, "Listen—little fellow of the Inquisition, I'm not here to have a meaningless debate with you. ”

"So, tell me what you're going to do. ”

"Now, now, right now—"

"Tell me the answer!"

Wyman's patience was running out, and although his status as an adjudicator was not low, it was only not low, and he was only at the second level of the three-level system of injudicators, adjudicators, and executors of the Congregation of the Doctrine of Faith, and he was only a mid-level person—he didn't have that much time to waste on him.

Respect is mutual.

If he really played him for a fool, then there would be no need for the conversation to continue.

"Answer?" the red-clad judge paused slightly, then spread his hands with an innocent expression, "What is the answer?"

"Don't play dumb with me. ”

The captain of the Sweeper Brigade didn't intend to continue to pretend that the snake went down, and directly made it clear to him: "Do you want to let people go." ”

The calm voice contains full courage.

"Lord Wyman, I respect you, respect your contributions, respect your contributions. The superficial compliment, then the tone shifted, "But that doesn't justify your interference in the internal affairs of the Congregation of the Doctrine of the Faith." ”

"So-"

"I beg your pardon for refusing. ”

This was the answer that had been expected for a long time, but Wyman still couldn't help but laugh angrily: "Okay, we'll see you at the trial!"

The power of the Ministry of Faith and Doctrine is very great, and because of the particularity of its functions, it gives people the feeling of being faintly above the ministries, but it is not yet able to cover the sky with one hand and do whatever it wants.

It still has its own constraints.

For example, the trial assembly.

It was a trial that needed to be recognized by all ministries, and it was the last straw for the unfortunate ones who were imprisoned in the Inquisition.

- even though most of the time it's just a decoration, a useless decoration.

If you want to be executed, if you want to make the guilt public, you need to go through the process again.

But the detention—

There is no time limit.

The really difficult characters, the Inquisition has all the means, and some has the time to concoct - even if you are really innocent?

After all, there are only a few people who can really enter the trial process, and even fewer can escape responsibility at the trial meeting.

But that's the headquarters of the Order, that's the present-day Canaan.

In the depths of the night, within the expeditionary force, the most powerful is undoubtedly the sword-bearer.

Want to be detained indefinitely? Want to postpone the trial indefinitely?

Oh, how could it be!

With a grim smile on his face, Wyman said in a low tone, "Trust me, we'll see each other soon." ”

Without waiting for the words to fall, let alone Kunting's reply, he turned around and left without looking back.

- Unhappy parting.

The red-robed inquisitor withdrew his gaze from the fading figure of the great sword-wielder, a meaningful smile on his lips.

All is as expected.

That's right, Wyman—or the big sword-wielding guys, like that little guy very much.

He chose the right person.

As bait, it is undoubtedly very good.

He lay leisurely on the rattan chair, dangling his goblet, his gaze pausing slightly on the crystal clear blue fluid in it, and then drank it all.

Next......

When will the judgment convention come?

Three days? or five days?

Anyway—

It doesn't matter.

Isn't it?