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They had been waiting for the Judge to come, but they had never imagined that they would be sent to the man in front of them.

This legendary "merciful one".

Knowing that the Inquisition would send him, the three deacons would never report it to the Holy City Inquisition.

Because this man is too crazy.

The Inquisitor has always been synonymous with madness, ruthlessness, and killing, and Clark the "Meriger" is one of the craziest, coldest, and most murderous of the many Inquisitors, and far more notorious than his colleagues.

Clark was the son of an alien slave, and by chance, he was brought back to the Holy City by an elder of the Holy See, and handed over to the care of Castel Sant'Angelo to teach martial arts.

In the process of practicing martial arts, he showed an astonishing talent, far surpassing all his contemporaries, and even alarmed a distinguished cardinal, who specially invited him to St. Peter's Basilica to study the peerless "Twelve Gospels" of the Holy See.

But he gave up this precious opportunity and joined the infamous Inquisition in the midst of everyone's grief and incomprehension.

After becoming a judge, he frantically took on tasks, did tasks, and the cycle went on and on, without stopping for a moment.

His methods of accomplishing his tasks are known for being extremely simple and brutal, and brutal and brutal.

In order to hunt down a traitor to the Holy See, he chased him into the icy Black Forest in the far north of the continent of Europa, drank blood, and spent three whole years bringing out the traitor's body.

In order to hunt down a group of Skeletons, he slaughtered 16 villages and burned them down, and carried out harsh clearing of the wilderness along the way of the gang's escape, and finally hunted down the Skeletonists.

He even sneaked into Dracula's Castle, the stronghold of the Vampire Church in Romania, for a quest item. When I brought it out, I was covered in bruises, almost seriously injured, and almost dying. But he still dragged his tattered body and forced himself back to the holy city before he passed out. And with an iron will, miraculously survived.

......

His tenacious will, outstanding performance, one by one, and real merits have made him promoted to become a senior judge and a legend of the new generation of the Inquisition.

And such a "trivial matter" as the assassination of the bishop is generally not needed for such a legendary figure. Even if it's a low-level, ordinary inquisitor can solve this matter very well.

The three deacons were so distraught that they didn't know how to speak.

"Take me to see the corpse first, and by the way, explain what happened to me carefully. Clark spoke first, in a serious tone that did not allow for the slightest refusal.

"Oh, here's the thing, it happened to be the Holy Prayer Conference, and it was ......," the old deacon began, patiently recounting.

In the ice cellar under the church, Clark saw the body of Bishop Martin.

The corpse was already a little swollen and deformed, and even faintly emitted a foul smell, but Clark didn't care, he looked at it carefully and turned it over and over for a long time.

After observing, he paced, walking up and down the ice cellar, looking down and thinking about something.

Finally, he found a piece of cloth and reached out to hang it over the corpse, and without any contact, a steel needle came out of the corpse and fell onto the cloth.

His big swarthy hand did not move, and the slender steel needles came out one after another, and in a short time, the cloth was full of steel needles.

"Who are you?" the old deacon couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, nothing, when I catch that assassin, these steel needles will naturally come in handy. Clark said lightly.

"Poof" is the sound of the steel needle being sucked out by the supreme internal strength, and "ding" is the sound of the steel needle falling into the needle pile.

Clark is careful, always has been, and there won't be a single steel needle that he will let go.

It took a long time for the work to come to an end, and the cloth pocket was already filled with steel needles as thin as cow's hair.

"Bury the Bishop, such a pious servant deserves a noble funeral, and I will preside over it myself. Clark commanded.

The tall and thin deacon waved his hand, and immediately two black-robed priests walked up to Bishop Martin's body, dressed him carefully, dressed him, and put him into the luxurious coffin that had been prepared long ago.

Walking out of the ice cellar, Clark continued to ask, "Do you have any clues? ”

Three deacons, you look at me, I look at you, and finally the tall and thin deacon spoke: "You know, Bishop Martin is a very devout believer, he rarely leaves the church, and he rarely has a grudge against people. As a result, there are very few targets that can be suspected. ”

"Well, I know that the devotion of the faithful of the city of Luntu, as can be seen from the tribute given to the holy city every year, is inseparable from the efforts of Bishop Martin, you continue. Clark nodded.

"If there is any suspicion, I think it is most likely related to Bishop Martin's 'little fetish'. The tall and thin deacon continued.

"What 'little fetish'?" asked Clarke.

"You come with me...... tall and thin deacon didn't answer, and walked directly to the front to lead the way.

The cathedral was very large, and the group walked into a small building.

"This is where Bishop Martin likes to be. The tall and thin deacon introduced.

Clark didn't speak, just motioned for him to continue.

The tall and thin deacon took out the key, opened a room in the house, and continued to explain: "This is Bishop Martin's little hobby. ”

In the small room, there was a little girl, wrapped in a blanket, cowering in the corner, looking in horror at the group outside the door.

"Bishop Martin has been living in seclusion on weekdays, but in fact he spends a lot of time in this secret little building, where almost every room has one or several such little girls, and many of them have died, which Bishop Martin has quietly disposed of. This 'little fetish' began many years ago, and some of them gave birth to Bishop Martin. ”

"You mean, the assassin has something to do with these girls?" Clark pondered for a moment, then continued, "Or is that the assassin related to the girls' families?"

"Well, most of these girls are war orphans adopted by the church, but a few of them were brought back by Bishop Martin from somewhere, and I suspect that the few who were brought back are suspicious of this. The tall and thin deacon made his point.

"Oh, it's possible, so do you know which ones were brought back?" asked Clarke.

"This, I don't know, but the Bishop never lets anyone interfere in this matter. After the incident, I also came to inquire, but most of these girls were stupid, so ...... "The tall and thin deacon is a bit of a distraction."

"Okay, then you can find out all the girls here. Clark ordered.

After a while, a group of more than a dozen girls were brought to Clarke, trembling and lined up, some screaming in terror, some numb, some crying endlessly, and a mess.

"My lord, it's all here, you can ask. The tall and thin deacon reported.

"Who said I was going to ask. With that, Clark walked over to the girls.

He slowly raised a hand and pressed it down out of thin air.

In an instant, the girls' cries, shouts, and cries ceased abruptly.

One by one, they fell silently to the ground, and bright red blood flowed from their eyes, noses, mouths, and ears, and more and more, and in a few moments, the ground was stained red.

The room also fell silent instantly, and everyone was stunned by the scene in front of them, and they opened their mouths wide one by one, but they couldn't say a word.

Only Clarke, the "Merciful", touched his chest with one hand and made a cross with the other, and prayed softly: "May the Lord have mercy and grant you rest." ”