The first thing the Knights of the Iron Hoof did when they arrived in Olquila was to go on a hunt for heresy.

In the capital, Doludavis, the silver-armored Knights of the Inquisition and the sheriff form a temporary heresy investigation department, and together they roam the streets and carry out population registration. Compared to the previous population register, the knights will immediately know who has suddenly disappeared and interrogate the relatives and friends of the disappeared in an attempt to get a breakthrough. Those who could not submit accurate information would be charged with "sheltering heretics" and immediately hanged (if it were not for Orquila's strong request, I am afraid that the Knights of Iron Hoof would have directly used burning at the stake), and more than 90% of them were innocent.

According to official sources, the search was carried out at the behest of the gods to find necromantic creatures disguised as humans. However, the Orquilla people were not accustomed to reverence for the god of light, so many of the inhabitants clashed with the knights, and as a result, they were all subdued and hanged as heretics. In the face of such barbaric acts, which are called "justice" and "greatness", the inhabitants dare not speak out, and can only plant the seeds of hatred in their hearts.

Due to the influence of the king, the knights of the inquisition only checked from the commoners, and did not harass the nobles for the time being. Many people breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the news.

Although 500 people were killed after some twists and turns, it was not for nothing during the investigation. In some confessions, the word "Twilight Cult" appears several times, making both the Knights of Iron Hoof and the official Olquila very serious. The Twilight Cult is a cult that worships the god of souls, which is very much in line with the oracle, making it even more excuse for the Olquila not to assist in the investigation. From the missing person to the friends of the missing person, and then to the family members of the friends...... As a result, more people were implicated in the incident, and no one knew when they would be taken to the "White House" - a term for the Temporary Heresy Investigation Department.

But even so, Jonny, the head of the Knights of the Iron Hoof, was not satisfied. He sat expressionlessly in the Investigation Department, waiting for the suspect to be delivered.

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"Lure the wolf into the room, lure the wolf into the room!"

As soon as he came out of His Majesty's study, Lin Gwenny was heartbroken. He yelled excitedly at the parallel Remi, his silver hair shaking: "Five hundred! Can a necromantic creature kill 500 of us in a day?! But as soon as the fucking Knights of Iron Hoof came, they directly took the lives of five hundred of our civilians! What is this? The Holy See and the necromantic creatures are all the way, no, the Holy See is worse than the necromantic creatures, and killing people is still in the name of God! ”

The guards in the hallway did not squint.

Remy didn't wear a wig today, but a big shiny bald head; His face was wrinkled, but his head was smooth, like a boiled egg. He also looked worried, and after hearing the old general's roar, he only sighed: "Look a little, you are the one in charge of the march and battle, and there are only five hundred dead and wounded——"

"It takes 50,000 people to die in a war, and 500 people don't call for life?!" Lin Gwenny smiled angrily, and his eyes erupted irrepressibly: "The knights are only twenty or thirty people, and I won't tell you, I really want to order two hundred soldiers to kill them!" ”

"You're crazy!"

"I'm not crazy! I'm going to ask Glamhide the Poisonous, no matter how powerful that murderer named Jonny is, he will never be able to defeat our guardian hero! ”

"Enough, politics is not about war! Besides, there may still be necromantic creatures that we can't find out but rely on the Knights of the Iron Hoof! Remy's face was pained. He grabbed Lin Gwenny's shoulder and said very seriously: "I am from a civilian background, and I am no less angry than you when I see five hundred civilians die, but you must not be impulsive...... At least don't mess with Your Majesty. It was His Majesty who approved of what the Knights of the Iron Hoof did, do you want to disobey?! ”

Lingwenny struggled to break away from his hand: "How can I disobey!" But His Majesty is not really willing to sacrifice his people, he just has no choice. Can't you see how hard he worked for this?! His gray hair has increased a lot, don't tell me you didn't see it! ”

"That's why you have to appreciate Your Majesty's painstaking !!"

Both were silent.

It was a moment before Lingwynny continued walking with his eyes open. Remy followed up and sighed, "Don't say anything about Your Majesty, didn't your hair turn white before the battle with the Necromancy?" That's what I appreciate about you the most...... In the whole country, only you can do your best. ”

"Do your best? Don't talk about me so well, I know how much I can do, at most I can make firewood for Orquila. Ringwynny waved his hand, drooped his eyelids, and smiled wryly.

Remy nodded: "That's right, we are all firewood, even if we can't grow into pillars, we can burn it anyway." ”

Two bitter laughs slowly faded down the hallway until they disappeared.

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In Viscount Karl's mansion, Pers held the bronze canon and prayed as usual, but his eyes wandered, and it was obvious that his mind was not on prayer, which was unusual. You must know that he is a dusk prayer, the most devout believer in the god of souls, and every prayer should be without distraction.

Suddenly, his finger was cut on a corner of the page. The black, cloudy droplets of blood oozed slightly from the wound and condensed into an unclean coral bead. He licked his fingers, his expression becoming more solemn. He felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart, as if he had become the prey of some terrifying demonic beast. For several days, this premonition happened repeatedly, and it was by no means a whim, but more like a warning to him by the god of souls.

Perls closed his eyes and muttered:

"Lord, give me a revelation...... What danger lies ahead of me? ”

His spiritual power and soul wavelength continued to diverge, causing a bright blue fire to appear on his body, illuminating his limbs and bones. In his mind, the faceless image of the god gradually rose, taller and more majestic than all things. Seeing such a sight, Perce's body and mind trembled—this was an oracle that had never been seen before, and it was the God of Souls who gave his will! A large, emotionless voice centered around his brain echoed through him like a resounding death knell: "The cross of blood is set up before you, your future—"

At this moment, a sudden shock hit my heart, but someone touched the warning spell on the door and entered the room! In a state of confusion, Perls immediately lifted his prayer state, turned around, and shouted, "Didn't I say that you are not allowed to come in while I pray?!" ”

Entering the room was Viscount Karl, who had a very ugly face. He whispered, "My dear friend, the Knights of the Iron Hoof have come to the door......"

"What! Aren't you only checking civilians these days?! Pers was really surprised this time. Aren't those guys supposed to sit in the Investigation Department?!

"I don't know, they obviously made an agreement with the nobles! The man who came was Jonny, the head of the Knights and nicknamed 'Saint-Alternate', and Sam Montgomery said that he was a madman who didn't play his cards according to common sense! He's in the living room now, and he's got two of his men with him. Now his men are inspecting the room, and soon you'll be there! ”

As soon as they heard this, the six clergymen standing in the corner of the room all looked at Perles, and the three twilight swordsmen were all half-unsheathed. The cold air instantly filled the room, and Carl was thrilled.

"Don't be impulsive." Pelce Road. In a calm, convincing tone, he said, "You six quickly enter the chamber. ”

The Dusk Swordsman, who was closest to the desk, immediately reached into the drawer, and without knowing what mechanism he had moved, the wall opened automatically, revealing an unadorned secret passage. The six mermaids entered, and the last dusk monk to enter stood at the entrance of the secret passage and asked, "Lord Prayer, what about you?" ”

"I'll be fine." Perls walked over to the drawer. The walls closed with a snap.

"Pers, I've always trusted you the most, you tell me...... You have nothing to do with those necromantic creatures! Karl grabbed Pers's arm, a square-faced face taut, nervously awaiting his answer. Swear by the god of your soul! ”

"Don't you know who I am?" Perls glared, apparently angry.

"Swear!"

Pearls' face darkened. He opened his mouth to say something when the door opened again, and a hand with a dark tattoo on the back of his hand pressed against the panel.

The owner of the hand was a man in silver armor, and he had cut his neat round head, which was supposed to show youth and vitality, but his eyelids were half-drooping, like some kind of languid domestic dog. He is not like a knight, and if there is an analogy, he should be called a "psychopath who can commit suicide at any time". He also held a fruit bowl in his left hand, and the enticing fruity aroma wafted to Perls. At that moment, Pers's heart, which barely beat much, began to beat violently. He really felt a strong sense of crisis that could be called "furious" hit his heart, and the source of the crisis was this man who seemed to be a misanthrope!

"Viscount Karl." The man said, "So you're here." ”

"yes." Carl turned around and smiled peacefully. More than 20 years of political career has tempered his face, and in terms of acting alone, he is better than the best actors. "Captain Jonny, why are you here? Although my house is not big, even I often get lost, hehe. ”

"It's okay, I'm not going to get lost." The tone of this answer is hard, and it can be used to sharpen knives. Captain Jonny kept staring at Pels and smiled charmingly, "This is your friend?" Looks like a missionary...... Not a missionary of my Holy See? Go in and search it. The more he talked about the back, the more terrifying his smile became, because there was no smile in his eyes at all, only naked killing intent!

The two Knights of Judgment, who followed the Commander, immediately entered the room and began searching the bookcases and desks. Their movements are extremely clean, and they can turn through documents at a glance and work as fast as professional clerks.

"I'm not a missionary, I'm a scholar of sociology." Perls looked at Captain Jonny with a frank look in his eyes, and his tone was calm, not disturbed by the murderous aura in the slightest. Karl glanced at Perles' hand and was inexplicably shocked: where is that heavy bronze canon?!

"But your clothes really look like clothes that only clergy have." Jonny exhaled softly, as if a gourmand met a holiday feast.

"It's just Orquila's traditional attire, hehe."

Viscount Karl cleared his throat and interjected, "Captain Jonny! I would like to ask, do you doubt my guests? ”

"yes, I'm just suspicious of him." Jonny stared at Pers.

"But he was an upright scholar! Besides, you don't have the right to censor my mansion, because I'm a nobleman! Carl raised his voice, trying to divert the other man's attention to himself.

"What about the aristocracy? And what about civilians? It all seems the same to me. ”

This sentence made Pers's eyes light up, but Jonny's next sentence extinguished the light in his pupils: "The so-called human beings are stupid people, self-centered and drifting, who have had an irreredeemable original sin from the day they were born, and are simply the most unworthy creatures." I hate the necromantic creatures, and I hate the human race, and this mess should be all dead on the Day of the Last Judgment and not pollute the Lord's vision. ”

Karl stammered, so shocked that he forgot to use an honorific: "You, aren't you also a member of the human race?!" ”

"I'm not human, I'm a 'Saint-Alternate', a being closer to the Lord's brilliance than you." Jonny glanced at Viscount Karl with pity.

Perls finally understood why the man in front of him always looked sluggish. For Jonny, the world is a smelly garbage dump, full of garbage that needs to be burned as far as the eye can see, and it is strange that he is in the world. I have to say that this person has been completely brainwashed by the Holy See. Pers suddenly felt a little pity for the other party.

"I mean, you're actually a necromancy, aren't you?" Jonny lifted his hands to reveal the two cross-shaped scars on the backs of his hands, which were stained like two blood-red crosses. He looked at Perles' face closely, and spoke as slowly as Ling Chi's sword: "I am a 'Saint-Alternate', and my hands have the 'stigma' given by the Lord, and once a necromantic creature is detected, the 'stigma' will shed blood......

Perles' expression stiffened.

The first half of the oracle was fulfilled, but the second half was never heard again.

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(Yesterday, I couldn't update it because of irritability, so I used an old work "Fairy Tale Collection" to fill the word count of the whole attendance, and I would like to express my 100,000 apologies.) But "Ash's New Year" is a work that I put a lot of effort into, so a 100,000-point apology can be discounted to a 100-point apology)

(Xue Duo: "Hey!") ”）

("Ash's New Year" is a healing work, based on the "Chronicles of the Continent", you can think of it as a "Gothic" continent chapter)

(It is said that the plot has dragged on recently, and I am waiting for the collection to fall back to 2500)