"Hahahaha."

Greyfax suddenly laughed, and laughed merrily.

But the atmosphere in the dungeon did not become more relaxed, but more solemn.

Kyle sat down and looked apologetically at Creed, who glared at Kyle fiercely.

Kyle had never seen Creed glaring at him in his life, and he had always admitted that although he was much older than Creed and had joined the Assault Force before him, he was inferior to Creed in any way.

On the battlefield, you can be brave in life and death, but it is not a good thing to be in other places.

"Don't resist the conversation too much." Greyfax suddenly raised his hand and slapped the servo skull floating next to him, the light from the hole in the eye of the skull dissipated and turned towards the wall.

Creed knew that it was the servo skull's recording function that was turned off, and Grefax did it for one reason, and that was that she didn't want the rest of the conversation to be recorded.

"Let's talk something intimate." Greyfax leaned back in his chair, "Whatever you want, as long as my answer dispels your hostility towards me." ”

"Why has the Inquisition been targeting Tyrone Star?" Creed immediately asked the biggest doubt in his mind.

This conversation was about the Tyrone region, and all of Grefax's previous questions were to get more information about the Tyrone region.

Creed wondered, if he didn't want to use the Dimensional Engine, why not use it, why target the Tyronens?

"Because we have every reason to suspect that the Tyrones are heretics." Greyfax said.

"You're." Creed shook his head.

"Don't worry, listen to me." Grefax began to tell.

The Inquisitors' previous Inquisitors sent to Tyrone were told by Grayfax, as were Glefax's own observations on the Celestial Engine.

In particular, the skin is gone, and only a man named Gray with a steel skeleton remains, and there are many more people like him in the Tyrone Star Zone.

Greyfax again expressed her guess that Gray was an iron man.

It's not just empty white fangs, it's that Greyfax has seen similar iron men before.

In addition, Grevix also spoke of information he had gathered from his fellow colleagues in the system, and some Inquisitors who knew more about the Tyrone claimed that there were only a handful of controllers in the Tyrone warship.

Given that Imperial Navy ships are equipped with Ponderor Array wet parts, and that tens of thousands of crew members are required, why does the Tyrone ship only need a few people to control? Isn't that the reason for the use of abomination intelligence?

Greyfax talked for a long time, informing Creed of all his and the Inquisition's suspicions about the Tyrone Star Zone, hoping that Creed would use his brain to think about whether these hostilities and targets were unjustified.

"But...... But the Tyrones really helped defend against the Tyrones, and the Tyrones fought side by side with the Tyrones, if they were really heretics, they would have attacked a long time ago, would the Tyrone still stand? Creed asked.

"Ugh......" Greyfax sighed, raising his heel and tapping on the table in front of Kyle, "Get out." ”

Kyle gave Creed a worried look, and saw the castle lord nod his head before turning and leaving the dungeon.

After there are only two people in the dungeon, Creed and Grayfax, the latter begins to tell a secret story.

"Have you ever heard of the Son of a Thousand Sores? The story of a group of traitors. ”

"The Children of a Thousand Sores are an Astarte legion who fought for humanity, but in the end they were tricked into becoming traitors."

"Can you imagine that the children of a thousand sores can drive the elves, and those strange-looking and disgusting elves are like their slaves, and even wipe their guns and do household chores for them, can you imagine?"

"But these elves played a huge role in the fall of the Children of a Thousand Sores, and we in later generations will know what kind of elves they are, they are psionic creatures! It's like the blue-skinned monsters you Cadians saw in war! ”

"Suppose, I mean suppose, suppose you Cadians are the sons of a thousand scars, and the Tyrones are elves, in that case......"

Greyfax didn't go on, but Creed understood what the Inquisitor meant.

Even if the Tyrone people are heretics, they will not write the word heresy on their faces, and they will loudly proclaim that they are heretics and want to destroy the puppet emperor, but will hibernate and show their friendly side, and wait until the critical moment to jump out and stab them in the back.

It's the same as the Vorscani mutiny.

"So, Lord Castle, do you understand the seriousness of the matter?" Greyfax frowned and asked, "You're not a fool, you don't really think that a group of dirt buns from remote star regions can make teleportation technology and an iron planet in just a few years, right?" ”

"......" Creed didn't say a word, just smoked his cigar.

But Greyfax felt that Creed understood, so he asked him, "I wonder if I have said so much to make the lord of the castle lose his way?" ”

Creed was silent for another two minutes, and finally shook his head, "I don't believe it. ”

Greyfax got up and left the dungeon, then slammed the door shut.

The next second the door was opened again, and Grefax came in and took Creed's cigar-laden belt away, and kicked it shut as he left.

……

Greyfax left the cell and went to the next lounge, where the interrogators rested, but it was a little darker, not as eerie as the dungeon.

When Greyfax pushed open the door to the break room and walked in, all the Inquisitors in the galaxy were waiting for her.

The atmosphere was a little solemn.

"You can't put the castle master in a dungeon for interrogation, it's absolutely inappropriate." One of the judges stood up and said.

Most of the judges present stood up and made their positions and attitudes clear.

Not only these people, but even Greyfax thought that it was definitely too much to stuff Creed in a dungeon, but she needed to keep Creed absolutely isolated from the Tyrones so that the lord of the castle would not be more resistant to interrogation by the Tyrones.

"Do you know what the impact of this will happen?" The naysayer said, "The Cadians will want to eat you alive." ”

"Then don't let the word get out." Greyfax sat down in his chair and took a sip from his glass.

"Okay, crazy enough." The opponents left the break room, followed by the other inquisitors who were also against Grayfax.

The vast majority of them left, and only one remained.

It was a young-looking new judge.

Greyfax didn't trust his colleague too much, so he ignored him until he spoke.

"I know what you're doing, the Tyrone system is an absolute heretic, and all we need to do is get enough evidence to at least convince the vast majority of the Inquisition that it is necessary to destroy the Tyrone sector."

Hearing this, Greyfax didn't say a word.

The young inquisitor continued, "I think you are right to start with the castle owner, we must avoid a confrontation with the Tyrone as much as possible, and we must not let them find a reason to start a conflict, otherwise the higher-ups will consider the situation and order the investigation to be cancelled, and the investigation of the Tyrone Star Sector will not be completed." ”

Grafax finally looked at the young man in front of him, and was very appreciative of him, and said, "I authorize you to investigate this matter with me." ”

"Thank you, this is my file, please take a look." The young inquisitor held a piece of parchment in both hands.

The cooperation of the inquisitors needs to know each other, and the other party directly took out the file to show that he is very sensible and good, and Grefax is even more satisfied.

Greyfax took a quick look at the file and found that the Inquisitor only looked young, but was actually middle-aged.

He also had a father who was a member of the Mechanic Order, but Greyfax didn't think there was anything wrong with that, after all, the fanatics in the Mechanic Order who had transformed themselves into machines didn't talk about father-son love, and the file stated that the two had broken off their relationship thirty years ago.

"Thank you for allowing me to participate in the survey." The young inquisitor saluted respectfully again, "My name is Chuck. ”

(End of chapter)