I upgraded and added points in the Holy Inquisition

Chapter 137 136. Do not violate, dare not resist

"The results of divination point to the location of the Book of Truth, ancient, toys, clown's one-man show, carousel, veto, neon lights, urban areas, spring mattresses, street children, grass, dirty rags, prisons, saints The residence, the beautiful little garden, the sewer, the kitchen, the prostitute, the fairy tale town, the twist..."

The securities manager spoke out a lot of nouns like he was naming a dish, while he kept rubbing his Adam's apple.

It wasn't until his voice gradually became hoarse and intrusive, like a dying old man, that he stopped and continued:
"Tend to...anxiety, death, danger, madness, optimism, cheerfulness, warmth, desire for love, happiness, and the realization of ideals."

"There are too many meaningless results and keywords, and the interference is too serious..."

"Only the three keywords [ancient], [veto], and [distortion] are clearly valid, while tendency is completely invalid. This is [distortion]'s natural restraint on divination."

"But...why would anyone be able to dabble in distortion outside of my sight?"

"And there are still two systems coexisting, which may also involve [intellect] and [embodiment]..."

"Will it be my old friend? Have you succumbed to the mortal saint?"

Like a delusional patient, he muttered to himself in the office for a while, then stood up, rummaged through the spare suits, ties, and silk hats in the office, transforming himself from a depressed drunkard into a Back to the financial elite.

"We need more in-depth divination, we need a strong new puppet, we need to find the holder of the Book of Truth, we need..."

"Kill him..."

The manager, who had become decent again, continued to talk nonchalantly as he left the securities center, then walked through the streets and alleys in the west of the city, gradually approaching the underground area.

Then, he found a sewer with a manhole cover half opened, and jumped in regardless of his identity.

The maze-like sewers couldn't stop him at all, and he soon arrived at the huge underground city, and then found an ordinary cave dwelling.

As soon as he got close, two strong men with various tattoos on their faces blocked his way.

"I want to see Hoylandi."

"Huh? Meet our leader? I think you should find a boyfriend first and let him teach you the rules below."

A strong man smiled evilly, grabbed the manager's tie, took off the shiny golden collar clip, put it to his mouth and bit it.

"Huh? It's actually made of pure gold. I can't tell you... uh... wow!!!"

He only said half of what he said before he knelt on the ground and began to vomit profusely.

He vomited so hard that he spit out all his internal organs...

But as if that wasn't enough, he started vomiting blood again, as if he wanted to vomit out all the blood in his body.

The other strong man who was partnering with him next to him was immediately frightened out of his wits. He quickly picked up a bone whistle around his neck and blew it with all his strength.

A sharp whistle suddenly came from the whistle and could be heard in every corner of the dungeon.

But he only blew it for less than a second when he found that the bone whistle was blocked by something sticky.

When I took it down and took a look, I didn't know when the bone whistle was filled with a bunch of bloody things.

Then, the strong man felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and immediately fell to the ground, clutching his stomach, twitching and struggling hard.

At this time, there was a rush of footsteps behind the manager, and then someone said hello:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Advisor, these two newcomers don't understand the rules and have never met you."

"It doesn't matter, they've already paid the price."

The manager, or consultant, said without looking back.

The person who arrived looked like an honest and honest blacksmith, wearing oil-stained clothes, followed by several apprentices with the same style of painting. Everyone looked pale and wanted to hold their breath.

But the leader still had to stand up and explain:
"I'm very sorry, advisor. Our leader is not here for the time being. He went to the Eternal City to find a [prophecy]. The association affairs are currently in my hands."

After saying that, his body couldn't help but tremble slightly, not hiding the fear in his heart.

Even this upper-class person with his back turned to him didn't seem to have any spiritual fluctuations in his body, just like an ordinary person who hadn't even completed [Enlightenment].

But the blacksmith knew very well that if the consultant wanted to kill someone, he didn't need to use his spiritual power.

In particular, he heard the leader mention that advisors generally would not kill people at will, but once he did it, he would have no reason and no worries.

He even dared to kill the Grand Inquisitor of the Eternal City. He was an out-and-out lunatic.

Thinking of this, the blacksmith's trembling could not help but intensify slightly, causing some fluctuations in the spiritual energy escaping from his body.

At this time, the consultant slowly turned around and asked:

"You actually have level six? Not bad, but why are you so nervous? I'm not the kind of lunatic who likes to kill people."

The blacksmith quickly raised his head and glanced at the other party, then was stunned.

The flesh and blood on the opponent's face drooped softly, as if he had lost his bones, leaving layers of wax marks on his skin and flesh, like a melted wax statue, looking extremely evil.

"I need a new body. I don't need to complete [Enlightenment], but my inspiration must be sharper than ordinary people... In addition, I also need some followers, a clean bedroom, the latest newspapers and magazines, And authentic vinyl records.”

The consultant ordered again in a tone that could not be refused.

"As you command, I will prepare it for you as soon as possible."

The blacksmith nodded quickly.The consultant stopped embarrassing him and turned around to leave.

After he had walked far away, the blacksmith let out a long breath that he had been holding for a long time.

"Huh~ My mother... He is really... Huh~ Why are you still standing there? Why don't you go and prepare what he wants?"

"Yes Yes!"

The few apprentices following behind quickly responded.

But one of them, who was not very bright, scratched his head again and asked in a low voice:
"What should I do if I can't find all these things?"

"Then find a way to commit suicide as soon as possible. That way you may die more comfortably."

The blacksmith said, lowering his head and looking at the two strong men on the ground.

One of them was still twitching and struggling, opening and closing his mouth like a drowning fish trying to take its last breath of air.

But more than half of his lungs have been stuffed into the bone whistle...

For a moment, the blacksmith felt the urge to write an anonymous report letter.

But he dare not...

Because that's a 'consultant'.

Even though the blacksmith already had sixth-level strength, he still didn't dare to have the slightest idea of ​​resistance.

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Early the next morning, while Royd was brushing his teeth, he couldn't help but feel a ray of worry in his heart.

Can my sister comb her hair by herself?Her hair is so long, her hands are so small, and her arms are so short...

You don’t want your hair to be messy and you just go out looking hairy, right?

He subconsciously wanted to take out his pocket watch to divine his sister's current situation, but he recalled the advice of Captain Fox, the housekeeper, and the presiding judge, so he had to put the pocket watch back.

The murderer was from the [Curse] system and was best at using divination to harm people, so he had to be careful.

How abominable!Even the critic who was just an ordinary person was not spared. The article I used to criticize the editor must have been wasted.

Lloyd cursed in his mind and began to have random thoughts in his mind.

Why did the murderer choose that critic to kill?
Was there any grudge before?It is indeed easy for a critic with harsh words to make enemies...

But it's not that cruel, right?

Or……

Lloyd had actually guessed a bigger possibility that was even more troubling to him.

But he really didn't want to think in that direction, so he shook his head vigorously.

In any case, there are two high-ranking bosses who have said that they want to help me. As a third-level newbie, I'd better not think about that.

After finishing washing, I just heard a knock on the door, followed by Wei Ya's greeting:
"Good morning~ Lloyd, are you awake?"

"I'm coming."

Lloyd hurried over to open the door and saw the beautiful Wei Ya standing outside the door gracefully. Her beautiful face was full of tenderness and tranquility, and she actually had the illusion of being a girl next door.

This made Lloyd feel much better.

If possible, it would be nice to see Wei Ya every morning when I get up...

So I must work hard to make money and try to move next door to Wei Ya.

When the two were chatting before, Wei Ya had inadvertently revealed that her family lived in a single-family villa in a wealthy area.

The low-key little rich woman belongs to...

The two chatted like this, went to have breakfast together, and then headed to Tower [-] together before getting into today's work.

Lloyd didn't have much work today, it was still three heads and three floors.

He took care of the first two with ease, recovered the organs, and then walked to the third cell.

A monster that was transformed from a wasp is imprisoned here. It has grown a human-like spine, which is directly exposed behind its back. The compound eyes on its eyes are crowded with human-like eyeballs, and the bee stings on its butt have softened into tentacles. It looked like it was twisting wildly.

A pair of wings can also vibrate at an extremely high frequency, making a 'buzzing' sound.

This is not what is written in the textbook, but what Lloyd actually saw and heard——

This wasp demon was flying in mid-air in the prison cell, the eyeballs in its compound eyes looking left and right, looking for an opportunity to escape.

The white chains that were supposed to hold it were all broken, and the rituals carved on the ground became blurry, as if they were covered with a layer of mosaic, completely ineffective.

As soon as he noticed someone coming in, the wasp demon immediately turned around and rushed towards Lloyd.

(End of this chapter)