Eastern Empire, Holy Capital, Underground Chapel of Theodore,

The sanctuary, or chapel, was made by the gods to their followers at the very beginning of the establishment of the Three Saints and the Twelve Apostles—no matter where they built the church, whether it was rich or simple, solemn or low, whether it was decorated with gold or silver or plastered walls, as long as the dome of the chapel could reach up to heaven, the gods would inevitably respond to the faithful.

Therefore, even the headquarters of the Sunnah Inquisition, in this great church of Theodor, which goes deep underground, has a heavenly dome like a tower, and an open-air chapel that reaches up to the sky.

A brilliant purple dusk slanted in from the sky, and the golden dawn turned into a supreme divine radiance, draped over the silver diamond-shaped emblem on the empty altar.

"I beseech the gods to listen, we are not trying to steal your powers. ”

In the empty chapel, a white-robed girl with chrome hair and a black ribbon tied behind her head knelt under the altar, closing her eyes and praying.

"Even if I am not a man of fate, I beg the gods to give me hope. ”

The golden divine light was reflected on the girl's white cheeks with a hint of cherry color, so holy that it could not be desecrated, and the girl's appearance was so pure, innocent, and with a trace of childishness, as if she were the son of God, she was a saint, she was the unsullied thing.

"Even though I know that there is good and evil in the world, I am willing to be the one who punishes and fades away all evil. ”

With her hands folded under her little nose, the maiden closed her eyes tightly, her lips lightly opened, chanted a hymn softly and slowly, and knelt on the ground with a reverent and meticulous expression.

"Therefore I beseech the gods to listen unto the Word, where the word is eternal, and we shall not be discouraged by the wickedness of the world, but give hope to those who desire salvation. ”

"Black Saint Maiden......" Behind the girl, the silver-haired priest leaned on the seat next to the aisle, the pair of black-framed metal glasses hidden behind the Gothic black-framed metal glasses, and the blue eyes like a lake in winter slowly moved away from the girl's back, looked at the empty prismatic emblem, and sighed.

"'Black Moon Bright'...... The position of the Inquisitor Triumvirate is not something that such a thin-shouldered girl can shoulder......"

Unlike the huge prismatic emblems carved on the altar of the Cheka Cathedral in Wenning District, which Su Zuo had seen, the altar emblems of the underground chapel of Theodor were empty and a piece of plain silver.

For this is Theodor, and this is the headquarters of the Sunnah Inquisition. If there is light, there must be shadow, then here is the necessary evil under the holy capital, the place of refuge, the tomb of silence and silence of all the ulterior secrets of the Church of the Gods, the abyss of holy evil that even the gods do not want to look at.

And the girl came here just because of the identity of a black saint, it is too much of a pity, before she saw the real light, she fell into the darkness, the silver-haired priest felt very sorry at the same time, but also couldn't help but be a little worried, such an innocent, unbumpy girl in the dark cruelty, truth **, sinners in the judgment place, how long can last.

“...... Forget it, it's useless to think so much, I still look forward to the fate chain of the Black Saintess, it's not as fragile as I imagined......"

Seeing that the girl had finally finished praying and stood up, the silver-haired priest patted the ashes on the priest's black robe and stood up.

"Father Netlode, don't you need to pray?" The girl with long silver-blue hair, wearing a black textured nun's robe on a white background, walked on tiptoe towards Knightlode, and the two silver cross swords hanging from her waist were like two high-raised tails behind the girl, bumping together from time to time, making a clear crashing sound.

Tail...... Knightlord was amused by his own thoughts.

Puzzled by the silver-haired priest's smile, the girl looked down imperceptibly and quickly glanced at her clothes, then frowned, unable to find anything wrong. So the maiden, like a true paladin, once again asked Knightlord: "Excuse me, is there anything about my appearance that does not conform to the appearance of the church?"

"No, I'm sorry, Miss Kirsner, but I was presumptuous. "The priest is very tall, but this 1.9 meter tall has a seemingly thin body, and the wide priest's black robe is draped over his body, as if the wind can blow him away, "Although I believe in the gods, the gods do not accept my beliefs, so I'm sorry, I can't pray with you—"

Looking at the girl's innocent red eyes, the silver-haired priest leaned forward slightly, covered the cross on his chest, and showed a somewhat sad smile: "Because I am a sinner who has been forsaken by God." ”

"......" The girl was silent for a short time, compared with the tall priest, she looks very petite with a height of less than 1.7 meters, she grew up in the orphanage of the Holy Capital Grand Church, listened to the teachings of the Holy Capital Grand Priest under the eyes of the gods, and received a full set of paladin training, her faith is pious, and her divine skills and swordsmanship can be called a god's talent.

And with only a word from the Pope, she did not hesitate to give up her position as a reserve knight of the Holy Silver Knights, and transferred to the underground chapel of Theodor, which everyone talked about in this holy capital, and became a Sunnah Inquisitor. But to be honest, until this time, she still didn't know what kind of organization the Sunnah was.

Here, though, she decided to trust her instincts, and in the face of the silver-haired priest with a smile full of kindness in front of her, she stretched out her hand: "Father Netlot, since you are a priest recognized by the Church, please stop talking about sinners of God." Also, just call me Kate, and from today onwards, we'll be partners. ”

Partner...... It's a long-lost term.

The silver-haired priest felt a little emotion in his heart, and he took the girl's somewhat petite right hand: "In that case, Miss Kate, you can also call me Abel." Welcome to the thirteenth lesson of the Sunnah Inquisition, Miss Kadeline Kirsner, and it's a pleasure to meet you. ”

Kate squeezed the priest's palm, which was too big for her, "Me too, Father Abel Knightlord. ”

The two looked at each other and smiled.

At that moment, a voice suddenly interrupted them: "I'm sorry to disturb you, but I want to tell you that Father Andrewson can't wait. ”

If Su Zuo was here, he would have been very surprised by the swordsman who pushed the door and walked in.

Wearing a black blindfold on his left eye, Paladin Lamberts, a former canon enforcer and current Sunnah Inquisitor, pushed open the heavy door of the chapel and entered the chapel. His expression was solemn, and now in his thirties, his face had faded away from a childishness and become more mature, but only the pale fanaticism in his blue eyes was as good as ever.

"The airship heading to the White Rose City in Nanling will take off at 9 o'clock in the evening, although the Holy Maiden has just taken office, let her carry out such a dangerous mission, from the perspective of our Inquisition, it is still a little unkind, but this is the three giants of the Inquisition in person, please don't push it back, the official run-in will wait for the airship to talk about it." ”

"This mission is important. Lamberts emphasized with a serious expression, as long as he thought of the man's name, his left eye under the blindfold couldn't help but feel a faint pain, "The opportunity to assassinate Evan Ian is very rare, and the Pope himself has given the order to complete it, and for the glory of the gods, grant the heretics eternal burial!"

Lamberts clasped his fist to his chest and gave a paladin salute.

"For the glory of the gods!" the girl, who is also a paladin, subconsciously buckled her hand armor to her chest, and the breastplate under the black striped clergyman's robe on a white background collided with the hand armor in a dull metal sound, "We take it as our duty to eliminate evil!"

...... Is there no evil to be eradicated......

Looking at the two of them, Abel sighed, how nice it would be if he could really distinguish between good and evil so easily.

In that case, he will be able to know whether he is "evil" or "good......

Evan Ian sat on the stone steps with his face covered with a gloomy face, and by this time the people in the cemetery had dispersed, so the mask he had been wearing on his face had been removed.

“...... I'm so tired......"

Although the crowd that watched a grand bonfire party said, "Sir Evan Ian is amazing!" "My lord, I want to marry you!" (with a male voice)", "Long live Evan Ian, long live the Silver Rose, Long live the Emperor, Long live the Empire!"

But Su Zuo himself is really tired, he really feels tired, not physically, not physically, but "mentally".

"It's not easy to pretend to be forced...... "It's not easy to pose, and what are the lines, thinking that he is a person who has lived for almost forty years, and he still does this......

Is there a shame?!

"Master Ian, what are you rubbing? The carriage is ready. After a brief encounter with the trolls, the maid's outfit was not stained with any filth, the etiquette was still perfect, her posture was still chic, and the white-haired maid's expression was as serious and cold as ever, she reminded Evan Ian, and there was some reproach in her tone.

Unlike ordinary personal maids, as the head maid, she also has the obligation to correct her master's inappropriate words and deeds.

"Alright, here we go. Sighing, Evan Ian stood up and patted his buttocks, although in front of outsiders he had to "maintain the prestige of being the Silver Rose Family!" (that is, pretending) or something, but when there was no one around, he could relax (lazy) and relax (lazy), the soul of freedom (/ casual) had penetrated into the depths of his bones, and the surname of the stinky sling silk could not be corrected by the intermittent and pretending aristocratic games of the past seven or eight years.

"Father, what about him?" said Evan Ian got into the carriage, which had been greatly improved with the addition of springs and rubber wheels as the factory had been built, otherwise he would rather ride a horse.

Hearing Evan Ian's inquiry, Iofita, who was holding the hem of her skirt and sitting in the carriage behind him, bowed her head slightly, the snow-white hair around her neck swayed gently, and replied with a respectful expression: "Master's words, I have already gone back first, it seems that I have prepared some gifts for you, young master, you have to go back and prepare first, and give you a surprise." ”

Hearing Iofeta's words, Evan Ian was a little disdainful in his tone: "That old Hun Qiu, he is going to fight with the Blood Dragon King, and he is not going to Yanjing to shop, what kind of gift can he prepare, the Dragon Crystal Scepter of the Dragon Song Royal Family?!"

In Su Zuo's heart, Ferdinand is not his biological father, but after nearly ten years of father-son games, even if one of them was a little absent-minded at first, now, it can be said that the fake drama is so real that even Su Zuo's heart will not feel anything unusual.

In his previous life, Su Zuo was very good at coaxing his father to be happy, and in this world, this seemingly useless skill was also inherited.

After subconsciously complaining about the gift, Evanian suddenly lowered his head and pondered: "No, if it's really a dragon crystal scepter, then it's really amazing! That thing is an epic-level magic weapon, although it is a bit chicken because of the bloodline limitation, but it's not impossible for the dragon crystal with the head of the staff to be dismantled as the power core of the troll......

Just as Evan Ian was thinking about how to dismantle the precious artifact and legendary staff of the national treasure level, Iofita suddenly spoke up, planning his cranky thoughts.

The girl's delicate face was as cold as porcelain, and there was a faint chill in Evanian's lake-green eyes. I don't know if it's Evan Ian's delusion, he always feels that Iofeta's expression is more cold than usual.

"According to the information sent by the maid mage team before, if there is no accident, the so-called surprise ......"

The white-haired maid paused.

"It's a woman. ”