When Wright led the men into the gates of the Inquisition, all the clergy stood straight as far as the eye could see.

Celtes, the chief knight who had known each other for a while, also hurried over with his men and bowed.

"I've seen His Highness Wright, I've seen His Highness Taylor!"

"Your Inquisition Could......"

Wright shook the St. Mang's badge in his hand: "Even the Pope doesn't care about it?" What do you mean, you have to go it alone! ”

"No, no, no, we ...... We just ......"

The chief knight turned pale with fright, and the other clergymen were even more bloodless and shaky.

Flandor watched these black-clothed cultists who had been fierce and vicious, and made all the heresies so cowardly and pitiful, that her mind couldn't turn for a while.

Emily had been exposed to this a little earlier than she had been, and her emotions were already very stable.

"Alright, I'm not here today to ask for sin. Joanna's affairs, when she wakes up, she will come to settle accounts with you.

Tell Archbishop Cardivan that I don't need to come, I'm just going to come around today and see if I can find some new evidence.

By the way, meet your noble son of Holy Light, the Immaculate Sword. ”

"Okay! My lord! I'm here to show you the way, please! ”

Celtes volunteered to take on the task of hosting: "The vampire progenitor was locked up on the third basement floor, and his cell was kept untouched, and it was well protected.

His Highness Adros is on the seventh basement floor......

Your Highness Wright, it's great that you could come and persuade him! In fact, His Highness Adros is not to blame for the prisoner's escape.

But he has been blaming himself, and he just can't come out for so long. ”

Wright waved his hand impatiently: "Not necessarily, I may have come to rub salt on his wounds, maybe I will have to grab cumin." ”

The chief knight smiled awkwardly and did not answer, and led everyone towards the most famous black iron prison in the Inquisition.

The structure of the prison is an upside-down tower, buried deep in the ground. And the deeper you go, the more ferocious and sinful the prisoners become.

Wright has lived on every floor of the Black Iron Prison, even the deepest ninth floor, and he is a regular visitor.

Although it is said that the knight chief leads the way, but in this kind of place, Wright can walk back and forth with his eyes closed.

When he stepped on the third floor of the tower again, the entire cell suddenly stirred.

The prisoners seemed to feel something, and one by one they all stopped what they were doing and stood behind the fence in an orderly manner.

With your feet apart and your hands behind your back, bend your head thirty degrees forward.

Taylor, Lilith and the Knight Captain all looked right, and Flandor and Emily, who saw this meeting for the first time, were scared enough.

Especially Flando, although she has only been in the Holy Capital for more than two years, she has already experienced the horror of the Inquisition and the horror of the Black Iron Prison.

But those black iron prisoners who made people talk about it are now so humble, even a little well-behaved!

Frando really wants to ask them, are you really the most vicious prisoners? Is it a lawless criminal?

Wright didn't bother to take care of their feelings, but walked quickly to the cell where they were protected.

"Is that it?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

Wright bowed slightly, and then the index fingers and thumbs of both hands formed a rectangle, and then urged the light.

The small rectangle of light flew out and suddenly grew larger, and then the entire cell was scanned.

"Tsk, all the circles are perfect, there are no loopholes and no damage. The vampire seemed to be shielding the Light Circle's detection.

There is no attribute restraint, this is an ordinary iron cage. An ancestor-level bloodline can break it with a sneeze. ”

Wright pouted: "The technology has to be iterated, at least it can't rely solely on the Holy Light Circle like before." Let's remodel! ”

Taylor shook his head: "Don't think about it, Boss, His Majesty the Pope will not approve the money." ”

"Yes...... I'd better wait for the black-clad archbishop to come and beg me. ”

Wright said and beckoned behind him, "Emily! ”

Emily was blessed and walked quickly into her cell. After a circle, she walked out with a somewhat ugly face.

"Yes."

"Is it much?"

"Very light, very light......"

"Is it still her?"

"Yes!"

"Good work."

Looking at the empty cell, Wright thought for thought.

The situation was similar to what he had judged, and sure enough, it was the Blood Witch who was playing tricks. The other party's goal is very clear, that is, Joanna, who is also a witch.

It's just that it's still unclear what the other party's ultimate goal is.

Do you want to take the power of the witch?

So this kind of suicide attack with no return, even if it really kills Joanna, how can it complete the recovery of magic power? .

Or do you want to slaughter other witches?

That's too much to underestimate the Church of Light. After all, the Holy Light Divine Technique is the best at healing, and can even bring the dead back to life.

Only sending an ancestor-level bloodline to assassinate the apprentice saintess in the Holy Capital, or in the Pope's palace, is almost impossible to succeed, but it will be like now.

Could it be that Joanna's [Witch's Feast] is really the script of the sleeping beauty in the fairy tale?

Assault just to put her to sleep?

But the madmen at the Tower of Truth read fairy tales? It's just out of touch.

This assassination is full of weirdness and irrationality......

Wright couldn't help muttering: "We still have to start with the dark tribes lurking in the Holy Capital, find out their purpose, maybe we can reverse the purpose of the assassination." ”

Without enough evidence, no matter how much reasoning is conjecture. After Wright closed the cell door, he turned and walked towards the staircase.

"Let's go, go see Adros."

"Yes! Your side please! ”

Although it is not known what Wright's conclusions are, the Knight Captain clearly cares more about Saint-Adros.

After all, since the establishment of the Holy Light Church, the Black Sanctuary has not been very popular. There are only a handful of sons and daughters who are truly willing to come to judge and temper.

And most importantly!

When the heir of the Pope, that is, the Son or the Holy Maiden, is determined. The remaining nine young people will lose their original identities completely.

They will then be assigned to the various core bodies of power of the Holy See, and will be groomed as the next leadership team.

Judging from the experience of previous generations, the Black Templar is basically the least popular of the nine.

It is self-evident who will become the future leader of the black-clothed crowd at that time.

Originally, everyone was already desperate, but at this time, St. Adros stood up and made it clear that he wanted to come to the Black Templar to further his studies.

At that moment, Adros was the light of the black-clad cultists, illuminating their future lives!

Although the papal heir has not yet been finalized, the people of the Black Templar are already at ease.

No matter who the future Pope is, as long as the future Black Archbishop is not that master, everyone will be grateful to Dade.

This also led to several other organizations starting to frantically give gifts to the remaining apprentices, sons and daughters, and began to compare themselves with each other.

In the end, it was the Pope's personal order that curbed this unhealthy trend.

But there are also gossips, saying that the Pope ordered it because he saw that no one gave him gifts, and his heart was unbalanced......

But no matter what, Adros is important in the hearts of all the black-clad people. After all, the icing on the cake is not as good as charcoal in the snow.

They really hope that Adros can bounce back on his feet.

"Your Highness, the seventh floor has arrived."