I upgrade points in the Holy Inquisition

Chapter 94 93. I’ll let you go today.

"Fainted? Good idea!"

White Knight Valdes was the first to respond to Goldron's reminder, and then heard him groan:

"Well……"

Then the horse-head-shaped chess piece fell on the chessboard, swayed twice, and disappeared.

efficient!

Black Soldier Jenkins also immediately shouted:

"If there is no way to knock yourself out, just concentrate your spiritual power and attack your brain."

This is undoubtedly very painful, no less than breaking off your little finger; it is also undoubtedly very dangerous, and if you are not careful, you may be three years old again.

But there is no better way now.

Jenkins immediately mobilized his spiritual power and gave himself a shot.

Buzz~

He felt as if a thousand needles had been inserted into his brain, and he fainted from the pain on the spot.

The black soldier chess piece also fell on the chessboard and disappeared.

Then came Goldron, who also gave himself a hard blow and jumped out of the chessboard.

In the end, only the lonely white bishop Elolo was left...

"Woooo..."

She also wanted to escape, but she was also afraid of pain...

Lloyd, who was outside the screen, felt extremely embarrassed when he saw this scene.

Did they have any misunderstanding about themselves?

Didn’t I say there was no malice?

While he was thinking about it, he saw the last white bishop on the screen swaying twice and then disappearing.

Between fear of pain and fear of death, she finally chose fear of death...

"How did it happen?"

Lloyd opened the light curtain in front of him and looked down at the tentacle grass at his feet.

The Tentacle Grass twisted its body and gestured into a ‘? The shape of the ' sign means that it doesn't know either.

Lloyd thought about it carefully, tried to put himself into the other party's perspective, and analyzed the reasons:

"Is it because I don't have a concrete image, which is equivalent to communicating with them from a distance, which makes them distrustful?"

"It should be like this. After all, if someone suddenly talks in my ear and I can't see the person, I will definitely not feel at ease, let alone trust..."

As he spoke, he looked down at the tentacle grass again and asked:

"Is there any way to call them back to continue the meeting?"

The tentacle grass twisted and pulled the light curtain back in front of Lloyd, and then waved it again, and a new button appeared next to the screen: 'Start broadcast'.

"It's not like I want to broadcast live...forget it, as long as it can play a corresponding role."

Lloyd complained, and then asked:

"Can you create an avatar for me? Hmm... It needs to be a knight-themed one. After all, I can be considered the successor of the black knight."

The tentacle grass began to twist wildly again, and lines appeared on the screen in front of Lloyd, and began to combine and converge, as if the pen was drawing on its own.

After a while, an image of a knight that fit Lloyd's impression appeared on the paper. The painting style was beautiful, detailed and lifelike.

Blond and blue-eyed, with a holy temperament, a resolute face and a tall figure.

But the armor on his body was so damaged that it couldn't even cover the key parts, and was stained with a white viscous liquid of unknown meaning, as if he had just experienced a battle and escaped from a terrifying devil's cave.

"This is not the kind of female knight I want!"

Lloyd said with a blushing face.

The tentacle grass suddenly swiped a few times, wiping off the female knight, and then drew a new image with a swish of swish.

Wearing a tight leather jacket, with a head like a locust, and a complex belt around his waist, he was standing on a railing, ready to curse at any moment.

"This image of a masked hero will make people think I am a demon..."

Tentacle Grass quickly revised the design plan again.

This time it was finally normal, and he drew an image of an armored knight in the traditional sense.

He wears a horn helmet on his head, covering his face; he wears a body-hugging full-body armor, all dark red, as if made of lava, dotted with gorgeous lines; he wears a robe-style skirt around his waist to protect his legs. Legs; a pair of gorgeous burning wings can also be derived from the back.

The overall image looks heroic, handsome, capable and solemn, and extremely oppressive.

"Handsome! That's it!"

Lloyd nodded with satisfaction, and now wanted to touch the 'Start' button to bring back the people who had escaped before to continue the meeting.

But he stretched out his fingers, hesitated for a moment, and then let it go.

"They were so frightened by me just now that they knocked themselves unconscious again. It's better to wait for two days before talking. Let's let them go today."

Lloyd said, stretched out his hand and poked the tentacle grass, and praised:

"You performed well today. Keep up your hard work and I will promote you to product manager in the future."

The tentacle grass quickly wrapped around his finger, rubbed it, and then let go, swaying from side to side, looking particularly happy.

But Lloyd still took out the glass cover and stuck it in.

He had consulted some information about [Holy Objects] a few days ago and came to a general conclusion about the nature of this tentacle grass——

It should be some kind of [holy object] that acts on the level of consciousness and has a certain level of simple wisdom.

According to the book, a considerable part of the various [holy objects] currently held by humans are made from the corpse organs of monsters.

Similar to this kind of 'resurrection', the phenomenon of being active on its own shows that this [holy object] is of good quality.

It is not uncommon to find [holy objects] with a certain level of intelligence. Even those at the level of tentacle grass are considered relatively stupid. Some are smarter and can even argue and tell jokes with their holders.

But the special thing about tentacle grass is that it is transformed from the corpse of a thinking monster, so it has no entity in reality and can only exist in its own [thinking field].

The contents of the books that Lloyd came into contact with were relatively basic, and there was no mention of such special situations. The word "thinking monster" did not appear in the whole book.

So when he used the tentacle grass, he was still quite careful. He would only contact it after opening the "Wind Spirit Moon Shadow" and would cover it with a glass cover afterwards.

Lloyd came out of the [thinking field], it was getting late, and he fell asleep.

But in the distant Eternal City, some people couldn't sleep...

"Uh...ah! Cough cough cough cough..."

Jenkins opened his eyes suddenly, and his whites were covered with bloodshot, as if blood and tears were about to flow out.

"Huh... I'm actually... still alive?"

He looked at the familiar ceiling in front of him, sighed in a low voice, then endured the stabbing pain in his head and sat up from the bed.

Just at this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Professor? I seem to hear your cough..."

That was his proud disciple expressing his concern.

"Prepare the carriage, I'm going to visit the bishop."

Jenkins ordered in a hoarse and weak voice.