The Black Scepter

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Sacred Gabriel Empire, Vatican, heretical tribunal.

In the recent period, the impact of Ashkandi has tended to disappear, and it seems that everything has been settled, but the secret departments that are responsible for escaping things from the strange port still have a headache for the lowest level in the heretical judgment. Woman in dungeon.

They can't imagine how tough a person's mind needs to be to face all kinds of normal people's unbearable torture and still keep their mouths shut or even talk and laugh.

From the loss of Sulfuras' scepter to the present, there are no amazing events or characters in the sacred Gabriel empire. The lords still have disputes in their own territory, and the noble women and the money struggle. The civilians greet the arrival of the cold winter and continue to have no concept of the so-called imperial political situation, but the woman who was imprisoned in the dungeon and suffered daily direct damage from the magical spells made the tormentors creepy about some current affairs of the sacred Gabriel Empire The news is well-known.

For example, when several shoulders of light penetrate the shoulder blades, she blinks and asks whether a cardinal is bedridden because of illness, or when the skin is irradiated by the Holy Light to describe the names of several nobles. The decayed life, even one night, includes "discussing" the doctrine with the nuns of the monastery on the big bed one night, or how to engage in multiplayer battles in various ways.

Impatience and fear are the mood of all the judges who question Ashkandi.

They have developed an irresistible awe in their hearts, so that every time they leave here, they are relieved.

Avenger Ashkandi, no one wants her to escape here alive, no one wants to be avenged by this crazy woman.

And today is the day when Ashkandi is not "taken care of" to recover from her physical trauma. The clergy will never let her heal, so she has never had a perfect body without a few wounds that ordinary people seem to be fatal. .

At this moment Ashkandi was empty, the imprisoned circle flashed a faint light, and everything was quiet as usual.

"Click."

A soft sound made the peerless man slightly open her closed eyes. She still wore the horrible metal ring on her delicate neck, but she raised her head slowly and effortlessly, deep. The black eyes looked forward—the reason for her to do so was that the magic circle that had been flashing on the ground suddenly dimmed.

Instead of losing its function, the operational efficiency and enchantment energy value are reduced by at least 90%-that is to say, Ashcandy now only needs to pull hard, and the so-called imprisoned circle is completely a joke.

It's just that she didn't break away from the cage like a wild beast and then killed the verdict, but stood upright, squinted her eyes, and whispered after a few seconds of silence: "'Hell' is not a place to entertain guests."

"Hell" is the name of this dungeon.

It was her soft footsteps in front of the isolated stone door that answered her.

The heretics court's attention and attention to the highest level of "hell" cage is directly proportional. The guards are monitored 24 hours a day, and their strength is on average at level II. There is no shortage of masters, but all this has become a decoration. The black robe woman who appeared out of nowhere in the dungeon has made the so-called "tight guard" of the heretics ruling completely a joke. The magic robe woven with black dark patterns is obscure and deep. The style is simple and obscure, which is difficult for ordinary magicians. The imaginary complex magic pattern, Della with a cold face, stood in front of Ashkandi out of thin air.

Still without a trace of extra feelings.

"Let me guess, are you the Merantoxius known as standing at the top of the magic pyramid?" Ashcandi was a little surprised, curious, ridiculous, but only without fear, "Can rush here , At least an independent title of the Magister, but can not alarm anyone or even actively reduce the efficiency of all the magic circle without being noticed. I think either the history book leaves you a stunning stroke, or there is almost no About your record."

"You did the former, I chose the latter."

Della’s answer defaulted to Ashcandy’s question. Her full name was almost never shown: “Dela? Merantius”, a near-godly name in the history of magic.

Ashcandi stretched out his hand and wanted to tear off the heavy shackles on his neck and wrists, but he stopped in half, and then relaxed his arms and said: "There will be no more than three people who will come here to take me away, but to save I only have one for the purpose, but you are not in this range."

"Your judgment has nothing to do with me," Della's voice remained rigid. "I'm here just passing by, but I have something to tell you."

She hugged her shoulders, her head slightly on her side-this action was never seen by Murphys, because it showed that Della was not in a good mood, and it was possible to use any means to kill creatures that were not pleasing to her eyes.

"Some warnings about the guy who signed the contract with you, which is my apprentice."

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The structure of the Medici is diffused, and the circle gradually expands around the lord's mansion in the center of the city and the Jacob Cathedral. The importance is proportional to the distance from the core area, but there are some The one exception is the branch of the city where the heretical award is located.

It is not as conspicuous as the headquarters of the Tribunal that echoes the St. Peter’s Basilica in the Vatican, but it is an inconspicuous building in the center of the city and the edge of the break. There are three floors above the ground. As for how many floors are underground, no one knows. The style is very different from the nearby buildings, similar to Baroque, but it seems to be a "hybrid" mixed with the styles of different eras, because this building has undergone at least eleven major renovations, and it has been seven or eight hundred years since its birth. The appearance is deep and dark, facing away from the sun.

On a sunny afternoon, a rather luxurious carriage was parked in front of this building, which was almost unattended, and the teenager who walked down from there looked aristocratic smile, but did not wear the noble traditional clothes. The robe, on the contrary, is a valuable leather armor and a short sword at the waist, a Roland family badge and a knight order medal on the chest, the image is obviously noble knight.

Murphy, holding a letter in his hand, looked up at the three-story building, which was invisible in the sun due to backlighting, and stepped forward, handing over the proof with a long series of signatures and seals to the guardian in front of the door. 'S guard, quietly waiting for the result.

When he got the news that he could enter, Murphy walked alone into the ruling place, and he walked away, hidden in the shadows.

As a "supervisor", Murphy's task today is to carry out a series of related procedures such as reporting and registration. Unlike the sacred Gabriel Empire's diverse and aristocratic class, this kind of clergyman is a "little hand" It has always been accurately compiled and rigorously audited, and one person and one person can check it out. Where would it be, just like Murphy's noble identity, just pass through? Even everyone's merits and faults are recorded in the archives, and there is a separate backup record in the archives hall of the Vatican headquarters.

The consolidation of theocratic power is also indispensable to **** political means.

It's just that Murphy found a balance in chaos and order, and logically reached the most critical step in his huge mission.

Murphy's first feeling of entering the heretic ruling was coldness, as if he was in the shadow because he was facing away from the sun, he could not feel the warmth brought by the light~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Or was this psychopathic? After all, he planned carefully, and if he meets a guy with half the strength of Ashcandy in this place, he is also blind. It is always necessary to be careful, so that the sabers he carries with him are replaced by ordinary textures. Sulfuras' scepter is even less likely to be taken out blatantly here.

The interior of the wide hall seemed busy and quiet. The members wearing black robes and white robes were mixed together, but there was no discussion or conversation. They were all silently busy with the things in their hands. The civilians were wearing cloth robes and markings on their chests. Indicate the level of professional titles, the action team has leather armor and armor, and there are also combat priests who use papal magic. Murphy is unfamiliar with the rank titles of these people and does not have much interest to study. After walking directly into the hall , An inconspicuous guy standing in front of the door reached out and stopped him.

"prove."

The first person I met at the entrance was a dead, stiff, indifferent expression. Both words seemed stingy. Murphys politely took out a few pieces of parchment, similar after four or five times. After checking and checking the formalities, he became a member of the personal files owned by the heresy.

Of course, it is non-internal. According to the stipulations in the text, Murphy can now accept some low-level tasks in the "mission release hall". If it meets the requirements, it can be promoted and called a full member with the permission of the superior and has Power to and from the headquarters of the Vatican Heretics Tribunal.

This is the core and focus of Murphy's plan.

Leaving the lobby, Murphy went straight to the "mission release hall". To be honest, this kind of feels like a place where underground bounty hunters and mercenaries often stay. It is almost the same as the reward amount after the mission-just here The task reward is not a gold coin, but nothing is written empty.