"And just like that, I had to get out of there, I couldn't really stay anywhere, and it could affect my friend and make him lose all his hard-won wealth."

Lumien took another sip of vermouth, which was green in color.

Bar owner Pavard. Neeson put down the cup in his hand and said with emotion, "This is indeed sympathetic."

Lumian smiled, "Okay, I'm done with my story, shouldn't you treat me to a drink?"

Pavard, with his artist's ponytail, was stunned.

Towards the wee hours of the morning, Charlie, dressed in a black coat, left the basement bar of the Golden Rooster Hotel and returned to his rented apartment.

On an autumn night, the wind was comfortable, not shivering, but also cool as if the body and mind were being washed, and Charlie couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"Shit, which drunkard is peeing everywhere again?" The smell of the wind spoiled Charlie's mood.

At that moment, he saw a figure turn out of the darkness in front of him.

The figure had black hair in gold, bright and sharp blue eyes, and a handsome and masculine face. Dubois.

You haven't left Trier yet? Charlie was overjoyed and was about to ask.

Almost at the same time, he noticed that Charles's expression was extremely gloomy, and there seemed to be a storm brewing in his eyes.

Charlie was startled, and the thought in his mind flashed, and he instinctively said, "I, I want to inform your ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, Lumian walked up to him, raised his right fist, and slammed it into his face.

The punch was quite forceful, and golden points of light suddenly appeared in Charlie's vision, and his body skewed, and he staggered back a few steps as if he couldn't maintain his balance.

Lumian said with a gloomy face: "For the sake of past friendships, I won't kill you this time."

With that, he turned around in a dark jacket and walked to the side alley with no street lights.

Charlie covered his red and swollen face, looked at Charles's back as he gradually disappeared into the darkness, and said anxiously and annoyedly, "But I can't find you!" How do you be notified that you are wanted?"

Lumian didn't respond to him and disappeared into the alley.

Charlie, who was standing in place, couldn't help but curse a dirty word when he saw this.

He was both angry and a little wronged: why did this person suddenly become so unreasonable?

It's not my fault that you're wanted, I've tried to help!

I'm just a small clerk, and there's only so much I can do!

The next morning, Charles had just taken the meatloaf to his office in the basement of St. Robles' Church, and before he could make a cup of coffee, he saw Deacon Angoulême, in a brown double-breasted coat, walk up to him.

"Good morning, deacon." Charlie stood up and greeted him with a flattering greeting.

Angoulême glanced at the bruises on the left side of his face: "What's wrong?" Got beaten?"

"No, it's not, it's bumpered, it's bumpered with the statue!" Charlie suddenly became nervous, waved his right hand and said, "You may not believe how crazy those bastards can be when they get drunk, some people will shout to overthrow the government, some people will think that what they spit out is good food, and some will move such a heavy statue around the corner, I didn't notice and bumped into it." ”

Angoulême stared at the civilian and said in a calm tone:

"Your lies are clumsy, do you remember that there is a clause in the contract that you must not conceal important matters?"

Charlie's expression froze suddenly, and after his lips spurted for a while, he stammered:

"Yes, it's Charles, Charles. Dubois beat me up, and he was probably resentful that I hadn't informed him in advance that he would be wanted by us. ”

Angoulême listened in silence and said after two seconds:

"Very well, this is a qualified 'purifier' civilian personnel.

"Where did you meet him?"

"Outside the Golden Rooster Hotel, outside the first alley in the direction of Market Avenue." Charlie replied, nervous and worried.

Angoulême asked a few more details before saying to Charlie: "Because Charles. The real situation of Dubois was more than we expected, and we reviewed all the files related to him, and found that you were close to him, and also found that Susanna. Mattis's extraordinary case was a part of his presence, and when I put him in that case, I could clearly see that you were hiding a lot of details. ”

Hearing the deacon's words, Charlie's whole body tensed, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"I, I'm ......," he said, not knowing what to say, as if he had seen his own tragic end.

At this time, Angoulême took the initiative to ask, "Did Charles force you to hide it?"

"No, not forced." After Charlie subconsciously answered, he hurriedly added, "He asked for it." ”

"Sure enough, he asked for it." Angoulême bowed his head slightly, and asked Susanna instead. Every detail in the Mattis affair.

Charlie, who had been defeated by his psychological defenses, told the "purifier" deacon everything he could remember.

When he had finished, Angoulême said solemnly:

"Normally, if you conceal the true details of the case and become a 'purifier' civilian employee, even if you are not thrown into prison, you will be fired immediately......

Although Charlie expected such a disposition, when he really heard it, he still felt as if he had been hit on the head with a wooden stick, his body shook a little, and he was about to stand unsteadily.

Before he could make a final pleading, Angoulême changed his words: "But you have been doing well in the past few months, you have been diligent and hard-working, and you do not seem to have betrayed your information to Charles, so that he resents you."

"As a deacon of the Market District Inquisition, I don't think you can push back a man who has struggled to climb out of the abyss and destroy his last hope. Matisse's story is also true, so I'll give you another chance, I can't push you out and wait for the Charr to kill you, or the giver of the 'Mother Tree of Desire' will find you again, right?

"You've been fired, but you're still able to do an internship here, and your salary is transferred back to the level of an intern for six months, during which time if you do well and don't make any mistakes, you can re-enter the job, otherwise you can get out of the job.

"To put it simply, the punishment given to you is to stay on probation for six months."

After listening to the deacon's words, Charlie felt a great joy of falling into hell and being pulled back to heaven.

He thanked frantically as he sat back in his seat with all his strength drained.

After seeing Angoulême leave, Charlie's mind was a mess, and many images flashed.

After a few seconds, he raised his right hand and slapped himself.

He muttered to himself with some chagrin and regret: "I was bragging at the bar last night, saying that Charles and I are friends who have experienced life and death........"

….….

Not long after returning to his office, Angoulême received a telegram.

That comes from the church of Sainte-Viève, from Plessis, who is in charge of the diocese of Trier. Descartes.

The cardinal asked Angoulême to go to the church of Sainte-Viève to find him.

Church of Sainte-Viève.

After spiraling up the resplendent staircase to the area near the dome, there is a small room, which is one of the closest places to the sun in all of Trier.

Cardinal Plessy, dressed in a white robe with gold thread, stayed here all year round, bathing in holy light.

He was an old man with high cheekbones and gray blond hair, and his temperament was not serious, but he had a light that made it impossible to look at directly, so that the whole room was unusually absent from the slightest shadow.

"The disaster the night before yesterday, although you failed to deal with it in time due to various accidents and information interruptions, you showed a very high quality in terms of the grasp of key information and follow-up arrangements, and we did not ignore your performance in the market area for more than a year before." Plessy said kindly.

"Praise the sun!" Angoulême opened his arms and gave glory to the Lord.

Plessy is becoming more and more satisfied: "Based on the current situation and the foreseeable future, we intend to form three more 'purifiers' teams directly under the Diocese of Trier to deal with all kinds of extraordinary events with mobility."

Speaking of this, the cardinal smiled rarely: "You have indeed been too busy in the past six months, and you seem to be complaining in private that you don't have time to rest, don't blame yourself, this is a normal human reaction, after becoming a deacon directly under the Diocese of Trier, you should usually be very free, and only have to deal with those cases that the 'purifiers' in various districts can't handle or can't deal with."

"Of course, that also means danger, and you have to be aware of that.

"François, sequence 4 is the node of qualitative change, there are still many people waiting to become saints in the Inquisition, if you want to surpass them, you have to make outstanding contributions, the first step is to be a deacon of the large diocese squad, the second step is to accumulate contributions, take charge of a certain holy relic, and the third step is to wait for an opportunity.

"Do you wish to be this deacon? I respect your wishes. ”

The power of mobility..... Deal with cases that the "purifiers" in the districts can't handle.. ....Usually you should be very free, how can there be so many big things...... I don't know if the doomsday prophecy said by "Gandalf" is true or false, but it is always right to improve yourself........ Angoulême pondered for a moment and said: "Your Excellency, your will is my will."

Plessy smiled slightly, "As a deacon, you are responsible for selecting the members of the squad."

"Yes, Your Excellency Cardinal." Angoulême opened his arms and praised the sun once again.

Returning to the basement of St. Robles' Church, he called Imre the Half-Breed into his office and told his men about the Diocese of Trier.

"Will you follow me?" Angoulême asked.

Imre laughed, "Does that mean I can move up the sequence and get a higher salary?"

"I'm fine!"

After agreeing, the half-breed asked, "Who else to pick?"

Angoulême was silent for more than ten seconds and said: "Don't ask about Valentine's kind of wife and children, ask the single team members."

"The direct squad is both an honor and a danger."

Speaking of this, Angoulême sighed softly and said, "What 'purifier' with a happy family doesn't want to see his children grow up and spend more time with his wife?" Let's take it for those of us who are single. ”