Servants rode through the night on horseback, but fortunately during this carnival everyone was in high spirits, and no one noticed that the horses moved away from the crowd, crossed the Avenue of Glory, and turned to the Place Saint-Louis Zeit in the imperial capital (the rotunda where all the inquisitions were located was named Saint-Louis Zeit, the name of a martyr saint who was beheaded by heretics, so it was an imperial tradition to set up a guillotine in the square round). Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The servant hurriedly dismounted, knowing that the situation could not be delayed. The local nobles who were imprisoned on the top floor of the council building must have been restless. And the Imperial Council will definitely find out about the abnormality and send someone to investigate, maybe the guards have been summoned to make a move.

If they fail - both he and 'Silver Fir 'Bull' have a lethal pill in their mouths that can kill them in five seconds. However, the hidden presence of the Deep Valley Wolf increases the risk of exposure.

"It's an uncertain adventure, why should Lord Hall insist on it?" he thought to himself.

"There are risks and benefits. The servant meditated on the shape of the Timberwolf insignia, and before he knew it, he had reached the door of the Central Inquisition.

It was hot in the middle of summer, and even if there was wind, he felt that it was sticky and made people sweat.

The bronze door of the Central Inquisition was five meters high, and even if he looked up, he could not see the whole picture. The door was carved with upside-down, skinned, beheaded martyrs, and the inquisitor with halberd and sword in his hand stared at him in relief, looking hideous in the yellow and red light.

Not far away, the dark shadow of the guillotine cast on the minion's body, and the smell of blood was vague.

The servant shuddered, even more suspicious of the operation. In what capacity was that warlock disguised as a courtier of unknown origin who was sure that the Faceless Inquisitor would intervene?

Then the servant thought of the fact that if the matter was revealed, the order was nominally assigned by the Queen Mother, and if he died, and the 'Silver Fir 'Bull' died, the Rigoslav would still be the Rigoletto, and the Hall would still be the Hall, and the nobles would still be the nobles, and nothing would change.

If the matter succeeds, I am afraid that the dark tide lurking in the Golden Palace will turn into turbulent waves, bloody and bloody, and the risks I expected do not exist.

The air was still hot, but the servant shivered. I am a member of the "wolf pack", and I have never had such a lonely sense of crisis before, as if there is a pair of eyes hidden deep in the dark curtain, allowing them, the chess pieces, to dance on the blade. He couldn't help but think of the warlock's dark eyes, like ghostly fire dancing in them.

He knocked on the bronze door, which slowly opened, revealing the dim light of fire inside.

He saw the Faceless Inquisitor, the bronze mask and bronze armor swaying in the half-light and half-darkness, like a ghost from an ancient tomb. The saffiano pattern is in the center of the mask, and the red light is wandering, like blood flowing in the middle of the mask.

The servant trembled slightly, knelt down on one knee, and said, "I am the envoy of the true god to protect the twenty-third king of the Iris dynasty, Liepon Stanley, and request the Central Inquisition of the Whip of Holy Osiris to judge the sinners, please allow me to enter and tell them in detail." ”

The Faceless Inquisitor stood still, like a stone statue, between the light of fire and the night, blocking the path of his servants.

The growing smell of blood made the minions' hands tremble against the ground, and he heard the screams of women and men coming from beneath the Inquisition, and he remembered the screams of people when they slit their muscles with knives. And the sound of metal slowly colliding with metal is clearer, reminiscent of twisted chains.

The burly, densely carved bronze body in front of him seemed to be lifeless, still obscuring the servant's inward gaze.

The servant stood up and took a step forward, trying to bow again when the bronze sword screeched against its scabbard, and instantly landed on his neck. He broke out in a cold sweat.

"You don't have to enter, here's the explanation. The Faceless Inquisitor's voice was like coarse sand rolling in a bass horn.

The servant was drenched in sweat, but he still remembered to look around to make sure no one heard: "The Queen Mother Regent has identified a group of rebels, destroyed the idols, and attempted rebellion - most of the perpetrators are local powers, and have secretly sent people to control the building of the Monarch's Square, this is the list of criminals. ”

"However, the king was young and weak, so he could only pray for a fair trial for Holy Osiris, and the offender would be summarily executed. This matter is urgent, and it may involve forces of various ethnic groups, so we can only ...... it as soon as possible."

The servant presented the crumpled scroll of paper and tried to explain, but the faceless man was speechless, and retreated into the bronze door, and the dim light disappeared, and he only felt weak—probably the plan had failed. However, when he looked down, he found that the paper with the nobleman's name written on it was gone.

As the servants rushed back to the Monarch's Square in a daze, they thought about the poison hidden in the second molar.

When he arrived, all he could hear was the crowd roaring, as if something was going on. The flames of the Palace of Bliss are still burning, the band is still playing festive music, and the salute is still shooting into the sky.

Elio Paton, the green-haired and red-eyed former Prime Minister, was leading hundreds of palace guards to the council building.

The building was only 300 miles away from the center of Monarch's Square, and it only took five minutes for the guards to assemble.

The servant gritted his teeth and found that the Chancellor of the Exchequer, whom he had sworn allegiance, Evan Hall, was no longer in the audience, and the mysterious robed warlock was long gone. He was hesitant when to swallow the pill in his mouth. The death of a myocardial infarction at a festival is not a remarkable event.

The neat steps of the palace guards gradually moved away, like a row of black thin waves, rolling towards the council building.

The servant could only pray to himself that time would stop, but to no avail, he and 'Silver Fir' Bull were destined to die silently tonight - all because of a ridiculous promise made to Lord Hall by an arrogant king courtier.

The row of black waves had already rushed to the bottom of the council building, a five-story marble building, surrounded by a circle of orange-red flames.

The servant heard his heart hit like a giant hammer, and the men around him shoved him, causing him to stagger a few steps. These people didn't know why, and followed the guards and rushed quickly towards the council building.

It was just a night of utter nonsense, and the robed sorcerer was right - there was blood tonight, but not the so-called princes and nobles, not the rain of blood that set off the political waves, but the blood of two nameless "nails" in Deep Valley City.

He finally managed to steady his footing, and glanced at the iron-fisted queen mother, who had not only drunk high-concentration absinthe, but also taken hallucinogenic drugs, and was still slumped in the leather chair, thinking that maybe this totalitarian figure had come to his senses and everything was back to normal, not knowing that a farce had occurred that might endanger the foundation of her power.

The flames were about to burn from the ground to the roof, and the Silver Fir "Silver Fir" Boer, who was holding the council chamber, would engage in a fierce battle with these former colleagues, and the Imperial Prime Minister would viciously order his men to arrest him. If Yinshan is not dead, he will be punished with a soldering iron and his hand will be cut off, and he will be forced to find out who is the mastermind - Boer will insist that this is the idea of the Queen Mother, and then commit suicide by poisoning.

These noisy aristocrats may protest against the Empire's duty as guardians by refusing to pay taxes......

Even if it fails, Little Hall will still benefit, but the benefits are not so impressive. Thinking of this, cold sweat oozed from the back of the servant's back - the warlock's flirtatious, ghostly eyes resurfaced in his mind.