"Ding-dong-"

Wren rang the bell on the podium to signal that the lesson was over.

The sleeping children were woken up, and the rest looked back at the new dean.

"Alright, children, go find Sister Faisie, there is a limited amount of afternoon tea today, but there is one for everyone."

Wren was very good at dealing with these kids, blasting them all out of the classroom.

Seeing the children on the first floor, Wren returned to the classroom and walked towards Luden, stretching out his hand to say hello.

"Wren Jager, Mr. Luden, your name..."

At the mention of the name, Wren couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Luden?

The people of the Divine State, who dare to come up with this name, can only be said to be very courageous.

While Wren smiled wryly, Ludon was also looking at the young man.

He was not very old, he looked like he was in his early twenties, his sideburns, beard, and nails were all clean, and his appearance was more feminine, and he could not see any of the blood of the Jager family, and the only thing that could awaken Luden's memory was his curly blond hair.

"Interesting, isn't it?"

Wren pointed at Ludon and then at himself,

"Members of the Jager family and Mr. Luden, maybe we can form a new Big Three?"

Ludon smiled and refused,

"I would never choose Sister Fessie as one of the Big Three."

After a long joke, Wren welcomed Ludon again.

The dean was vacant before, but he was busy.

Lecturing and taking care of children, these things are not difficult for Wren.

However, getting money, dealing with all kinds of ghosts, snakes, and gods coming to the door, dealing with emergencies... These things are a bit embarrassing for Wren.

The arrival of Luton relieved Wren's urgent need and allowed the orphanage to see the hope of persevering.

Perhaps, like the legendary Mr. Luden, he has a superhuman talent for business?

Wren thought to himself.

After a brief pleasantry, Ludon did not rush to inquire about the specific situation of the orphanage, but asked about something else.

"Santa Fe neighborhood?"

Wren was a little curious and couldn't help but ask,

"You ask what this place does, and it's not your average mess. Even if you are a god state, I don't recommend you to go to that place. ”

Ludon explains,

"A friend asked me to go there on some errands, please rest assured that I am more careful about my personal safety than you think."

Seeing that Ludon insisted, Wren didn't say much,

"Well... I have a map of the gods in my room, please come with me. ”

Standing in front of the map, Ludon spent ten minutes carefully reading the slightly broken map, noting down the streets and landmarks on it.

While at the docks, Lutdon was going to do the same.

Unfortunately, the map seller did not allow him to look at it more, and clamored for Ludon to pay.

"Okay, I probably get it."

Ludon said as he prepared to go out again,

"I'll be back before dinner, and don't worry about me if it's past dinner."

"Wait a minute, Luden... Dean. ”

Wren prefers to refer to Mr. Luden as the Dean.

After all, not everyone can call Luden!

That's a hero of the Divine State!

Wren pulled out a stick from under the bed and handed it to Ludon,...

"There's a walking stick here, and the Dean can take it with you if you must go to that place."

Even if he gave Luden the tools to defend himself, Wren was still not at ease, and explained a few code words to Luden, and how to get out of danger.

And... Wren repeatedly stressed to Luden,

"When you get to the Santa Fe neighborhood, don't call yourself Luden!"

Elsewhere, the name may be nothing.

In the Santa Fe neighborhood... The dean will definitely be beaten!

"Okay, I already know the direction of the wind on this trip, please trust me, I can handle this matter properly."

On his way to the Santa Fe neighborhood, Ludon passed by a bookstore.

After staring at the bookstore sign for half a minute, Ludon decided to take an adventure.

He walked into the bookstore.

When he saw Lutten walk into the bookstore, the people in the store didn't react, just assumed that he was an ordinary customer.

Luton stayed in the bookstore for 5 minutes.

Soon, a quick-legged young man came downstairs and politely invited the guests out of the bookstore, where they were closing.

Even the clerk was politely sent away, and he and the young man were the only ones left in the bookstore except for Luden.

The young man seemed to treat Ludon as air, and had no intention of disturbing him.

Sending everyone away, the young man walked up to Ludon,

"Mr. Luden, please go up to the second floor, I think... You're here to find us. ”

We.

That's right, in this era, there are always some imprints of the divine state left.

Even if it is a new era, there will be remnants of the old era.

Ludon is a man who misses the old days.

It's like Luton saw the sign of the bookstore and walked in.

In doing so, you take a certain risk.

However, Ludon felt that it should be worth it compared to his own gains.

He followed the young man up to the second floor, where he sat in an armchair with snacks and tea in front of him.

An old man with a Strange Bird Medal pinned to his chest stepped forward and sat down opposite Ludon.

This strange bird, Ludon knows.

In the Kingdom of God, this strange bird has a better name - the Inquisition of Heresy.

In fact, it was when Luton saw the strange bird on the sign of the bookstore that he walked into the bookstore.

The old man looked at Lu Deng with deep eyes, and said with a smile,

"Mr. Luden, we're no longer hanging demons."

The old man's smile was a little bitter.

Once upon a time, demons were just a legend, a legend that was never confirmed.

If it weren't for the presiding judge's belief that the demons would return, the Inquisition would have given up judging demons long ago.

Until one day, a young man who looked exactly like the devil, under the leadership of the presiding judge, entered the state of God.

The Inquisition, boiling!

From that day on, the rope of the Inquisition was always ready to welcome Luden.

They eventually got their wish.

After the assassination of Ludon Y. Wegoode in the Senate, his body remained guarded by the Inquisition.

On the instructions of the presiding judge, they hung the bodies on street lamps.

Afterwards...

The Divine Empire does not have a Saint Family, so naturally there is no need for a heresy inquisition.

Luden, who was sitting opposite the old man, looked at the other party and forced the other party to look at him. …

This kind of staring lasted for less than half a minute, but the old man felt that it was longer than his own life.

He knows very well what kind of bloody storm this man in front of him who is like a demon, no, a demon, every time he appears in history!

The predecessor of his organization, Mr. Ludon, had an inglorious cooperation.

Of course, Mr. Ludon also paid the corresponding payment.

He allowed the other to hang himself up, after his own death.

Ludon said sincerely,

"I'd like to hear your story."

In the past 400 years, the story of the Big Three has been written in books, the stories of scholars and justices have been written in books, and the stories of Awu have also been written in books...

Only the Inquisition of Heresy has quietly disappeared in the long river of history.

Even the Divine Nation knows very little about this mysterious organization.

The old man was a little surprised.

He didn't expect that the legendary Mr. Ludon would say such a thing!

Mr. Luden... Actually care about the Inquisition?

A demon who cares about a demon slayer?

This request is so absurd that the old man can't refuse!

"Our story..."

The old man stood up, pulled out the heaviest book from the shelf, turned the first page, and read the words on it:

“... After the demon was executed, the first presiding judge gave up his position and disappeared completely.

The Inquisition held its first and final all-hands meeting, and the following is a summary of the meeting..."

With the old man's narration, a picture seemed to appear in front of Luden's eyes:

More than 400 years ago, on a dark night, countless people wearing strange bird masks gathered in the square to discuss where to go.

The pillars of their faith did not collapse, but sublimated.

They slain the demons, but they didn't make the state of God better.

On the contrary, just like the Qiyun Kingdom, with the death of the demon, the Divine State is actually showing signs of falling apart!

When the demon was alive, the Divine State was incomparably strong and united, repelled the tide of beasts, and reached the peak of its strength...

This absurd result even makes people wonder if they have done something wrong.

In this bitter, depressing, almost maddening party,

Someone finally couldn't stand it anymore, broke the silence, and asked timidly,

"We... Stick?"

"No!"

An opposing voice emerged,

"We record!"

Someone stood up and shouted agitation,

"We manipulate!"

Obviously, only the members of the Inquisition are aware of its power.

This power can form a shadow senate and truly control the Divine State!

This time, there were more people who responded to him,

"Nope! We record! ”

Someone else has come up with a new point of view,

"Let's explore?"

You can go to the ruins of Qiyun to explore and find more secrets of Qiyun!

"We subvert?"

It is possible to subvert the Divine State and create a new order!

"We wait?"

You can also wait, waiting for the next demon to return.

These proposals were all rejected...

"Nope! We record! ”

The voices of the crowd are getting louder and louder, and more and more people are coming to a consensus.

Some of those who were unwilling to accept the new consensus silently withdrew from the scene, hid their masks, and had nothing to do with the Inquisition.

And the people who remained, twisted into a rope, only a single voice remained, echoing above the square, echoing by the street lamp where Luden's body was hung.

"We record!"

This is the path that the Inquisition has chosen for itself.

They are no longer involved in worldly battles, no longer involved in the hanging of demons, no longer following in the footsteps of the Eternals...

No longer a participant in history, just a witness to history.

They silently record history, what they see with their eyes, what they hear with their ears, and what they think with their heads!

Just like it has done for the last eight hundred years.

Record, that's enough.

The old man's voice slowly faded away, the picture came to an abrupt end, and Luden's thoughts returned to reality.

He closed the book and pulled out a pen with a familiar strange bird carved into the cap.

This pen records the 800 years of the Shenbang Republic and the 400 years of the Shenbang Empire...

The old man looked at Lu Deng and said respectfully,

"Mr. Luden, this is our story."

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