This is the story of the Inquisition.

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

Just like this bookstore, in the humble corners of the city, it silently witnesses history.

"Nice story."

Ludon nodded and complimented,

"I love the story."

In itself, the Divine State, where the heresy is located, is a very deformed existence, and if you are not careful, it will evolve into a monster.

They have too much power and too little to restrain the Inquisition.

From a secular point of view, heretical judgment is attached to theocracy and above all else.

Their choice is a kind of purification, a kind of self-liberation and sublimation.

It is only after giving up the shackles of power and gaining greater freedom that it continues to this day.

It looks romantic.

But if you think about this story carefully, you can understand the most crucial character in it - the presiding judge.

The Empress single-handedly founded the Inquisition, and after she voluntarily gave up her position and untied herself, the Inquisition was not blinded by power and did not inflate herself, but embarked on a more ideal, romantic path.

Ludon coldly asks a question,

"I guess this rally took place in 29 years B.C., right?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, and a familiar wry smile appeared on his face again, and he sighed and nodded,

"You guessed it."

He added,

"To be precise, the news of the explosion in the snowfield was transmitted back to Shenbang the day after it was transmitted..."

"That's right."

Ludon nodded, confirming his conjecture, and repeated,

"That's right."

the self-disintegration and purification of the Inquisition,

It is impossible to happen without the influence of external forces.

Individuals cannot resist the temptation of power, and there are always people who want to use heresy to do things.

The snow exploded and changed everything.

This made the middle and high-level backbones of the Inquisition clearly realize one thing:

Even after leaving the Inquisition, the presiding judge still wields the sword of judgment.

That woman has the power to destroy the world at any time.

Best... Don't mess with her.

Power is tempting, but what is it compared to life?

If the Inquisition dares to cross the line, there is no doubt that one night, the Presiding Judge will suddenly appear and bring a big surprise to the Inquisition...

Compared to Mr. Ludon, the Presiding Judge is more of a demon.

After all, Mr. Ludon is reasonable and law-oriented.

And the Holy Codex... It is itself a manifestation of the personal will of the presiding judge.

How Justice Jover, the previous generation of War Palace, died, can be remembered very clearly in the book.

The presiding judge wrote only three words:

[I killed].

The behavior of the Inquisition is called self-purification if it is good, and self-emasculation if it is bad.

They have made a pollution-free transformation of themselves.

This transformation has allowed the Inquisition to survive in another form to this day.

Sorting out the logic, Ludon couldn't help but sigh,

"Look down on Father Phuket, you should have had two more drinks with him."

"You're ridiculous."

The old man pinned the pen to his chest and asked politely,...

"Is there anything else you want?"

"Yes."

The old man was silent.

He was just polite, but he didn't expect Mr. Ludon to be so polite.

Luden continued,

"I've just been back for a short time, and there's a lot to know, what's happened in the last four hundred years, the fog, the little United Kingdom... Oh yes, and please tell her, I'm back. ”

How the other party contacted the empress, Lu Deng didn't care.

He believed that the Inquisition would have a solution.

The old man didn't hesitate for long,

"These requirements... I can promise you. ”

It is impossible to consult historical materials and change to someone else, and want to prostitute these records for nothing.

If it's Mr. Luden...

That is the honor of the Inquisition.

They have recorded more than 400 years of history, and there must always be readers and audiences!

Mr. Lutdon is the best reader, not even one of them.

Luden continued,

"I'm going to the Santa Fe neighborhood, can you help me gather the former godfather's subordinates in the Santa Fe neighborhood, we need to have a meeting or something."

The old man hesitated,

"It's... This may be beyond my duty. ”

Ludon asked rhetorically,

"Is this legal?"

How many friends are partying together?

Legally, of course.

The old man nodded.

Luden continued,

"Since it's legal, I think it's within your duty and won't make it too difficult for you."

So saying, Ludon stood up and went downstairs,

"We had a great experience with us last time, so keep this tradition going!"

The old man smiled helplessly.

The last time the Inquisition cooperated with Mr. Ludon, the result was that all the Holy Families were purged, the Inquisition emasculated itself, and the Republic of God disappeared...

Do you call this thing pleasant? Called a fine tradition?

Luden stood at the top of the stairs and asked politely.

"By the way, we've been talking for so long, and I haven't asked for your name yet."

The old man was silent for a moment, knowing that he had no qualifications to refuse, let alone a reason to refuse.

"Barnard? Anthony. ”

Anthony?

This surname, if Lunden remembers correctly, should be the descendant of the Maria family who fled to the wasteland - Vader? Anthony, his last name.

Ludon was a little curious and asked casually,

"I thought that the Inquisition did not admit members of the Holy Family."

The old man smiled and shook his head,

"There are no more Saint Descendants, Mr. Ludon."

Watching Ludon walk down the stairs, the old man sat back in his armchair, closed his eyes tiredly, and thought about how to record the conversation he had just written, which was a hard job.

And... How to inform the Order, Mr. Ludon is back.

What will the people in the organization think about this?

Mr. Lutden can not care about the organization, but the organization cannot care about Mr. Lutden.

There are too many things and too many ideas.

Let's take it one step at a time...

"Go ahead, prepare the car for Mr. Ludon, gather all those thorns according to Mr. Luden's request, and by the way, beat them up, without telling them the true identity of the godfather, and without standing up for Mr. Luden, just a little kindness... Forget what I just said, do what Mr. Ludon tells you to do, and don't make too many mistakes and do too much. ”…

The old man said weakly, and commanded the young man.

His voice was full of exhaustion, and the conversation with Luton drained all his strength.

"It doesn't matter if the organization works with Mr. Ludon or not, and how it works with Mr. Luden. It is the honor of your life to be able to drive Mr. Ludon. ”

The young man was a little unconvinced and wanted to refute something.

was blocked back by the old man's words,

"It was Spartak who drove the carriage for Mr. Ludon back then."

Spartacus.

Born as a slave, the strongest gladiator in the Divine State, the most powerful legion commander under Pong, the most loyal servant of Augustus, the hero who broke the shackles of slaves...

Ponger? Jager has never tasted defeat in his life, invincible, and over the years, he has also been praised by bards as a god of war, and more importantly, Ponger has been extremely loyal in his life, and can hardly find any flaws.

His only act of trespassing was to lead his troops across the Sacred River and escort Ludon back to the Divine State.

This gesture of attaching importance to friendship makes Ponger's image more three-dimensional, plump and touching.

Even in the last period of the stormy wandering of the Divine Republic, Pang Ge was also the anchor of the Republic.

After Pong's death, the countdown to the demise of the Divine Republic began.

Corresponding to Pong, Spartak is known as the god of war and is in the Temple of the Gods, under the left hand of the statue of Pong.

Do the same thing as the god of war in history...

Even if he was driving a carriage, it seemed to be plated with a layer of divine aura.

With mixed feelings, the young man did as the old man had instructed him to prepare the carriage and take Mr. Ludon to the Santa Fe neighborhood to meet the former godfather's officers.

...

Santa Fe neighborhood.

A horse-drawn carriage, covered in black cloth, stopped outside the tailor's shop.

The beggars and children around were just about to gather around and ask the big man for some change or food.

Immediately around the tailor's shop, several fierce men came out, and before these people could make any move, the beggars scattered and hid far away.

The man in the black mask got out of the carriage and walked towards the tailor's shop,

The tailor shop hangs a sign for proofing, and it is filled with smoke, and if you sniff it closely, you can smell the aroma of alcohol.

Cigars are paired with wine, and the carcinogens are super doubled.

Pushing open the door, everyone's eyes in the store fell on the visitor, staring at the pitch-black mask.

The same thought came to everyone's mind:

This is the new godfather?

It doesn't look like it's easy to mess with.

The underground thugs of the Santa Fe neighborhood are, in the eyes of decent gods, a bunch of lunatics who lick blood and beg for a living.

And in the eyes of the gangsters, the people in the Strange Bird Bookstore are the real madmen.

This godfather, relying on the Strange Bird Bookstore to spread the word, came in the carriage of the Strange Bird Bookstore...

A hoarse and magnetic voice came from under the pitch-black mask, and the godfather spoke the first words to his future subordinates,

"Pinch all the cigarettes for me."

The smog in the fog capital is bad enough.

These smokers, don't make it difficult to climb the road.

Is it non-smoking as soon as you enter?

It's not easy to get away with.

Several strong men who were smoking cigarettes didn't expect each other's attitude to be so tough.

They had planned to protest with action and give the new godfather a little color. …

But when the godfather's gaze swept over, they seemed to have been hit by bullets, and they had no ability to resist, and their bodies did not listen to their brains, and obediently extinguished their cigars.

With everyone's eyes watching, Luton walked behind his desk and sat down on the main seat.

Several people exchanged glances, leaning on the godfather's nearest strong man, and asked in a loud voice,

"What should I call you?"

With the convening of the Strange Bird Bookstore and the token of the pitch-black mask, there is no need to doubt the identity of this person, he must be the trusted godfather of the Santa Fe neighborhood.

The godfather, even a godfather with a mask, must have a name.

After all, people outside the kingdom of God believe in the Holy Law over the laws of the land.

If the law does not administer justice to them, then it is the turn of the Church Father to appear to settle disputes, resolve incidents, and restore justice to the people of God in the manner of the Holy Law.

Therefore, the Church Father must have a name of his own.

After all, there is also a gap between the godfathers. has been contaminated, keep in mind the new domain