I upgraded and added points in the Holy Inquisition

Chapter 166 165. Reckless divination

Following Geras's appeal, the scene quickly became quiet. Everyone present looked at him, wanting to see how the genius who had been watched by the saint performed divination.

Lloyd was also very curious about this. It was his first time to observe other people's divination.

But this person was not in a complacent mood. He still spoke first to get vaccinated:
"My mastery of divination is only the beginning. If I make a mistake, please don't laugh at me."

The guy who had previously suggested that he use divination to find someone quickly said:
"You are too humble, Geras. I lost my wallet before. Didn't you use divination to help me find it? Isn't it more troublesome to find someone who is among us than to find something as small as a wallet?"

Someone immediately echoed:
"Yes, there are 25 of us here, and there are 25 cells in total. That person must be among us. Although I don't know why he refuses to come forward, maybe he doesn't want to talk to us? Is he very arrogant?"

"Haha~ After hearing what you said, I want to see who is so amazing."

As soon as these words came out, they immediately focused on the few executors who didn't like to talk very much, such as the one who always read alone, the one who liked to take naps, and the two who were visibly introverted and socially anxious. And one who would rather be in a daze than speak.

Lloyd should have been noticed by others, but he found that no one noticed him at all, and he completely regarded himself as a little transparent.

I'm obviously so handsome...

He cursed in his heart, and heard Geras say over there:
"Yes, the friend in charge of Cell No. [-] must be among us, so this is a very safe divination, so let's get straight to the point."

After that, he stretched out his hand and made gestures on the nautical compass, then started circling around the statue of the saint, muttering something in his mouth:
"Who is in charge of Cell One? Who is in charge of Cell One? Who is in charge of Cell One?"

This kind of question can be said to be extremely reckless. He just goes straight to the subject so carelessly, without any sense of safety. It is like he has determined the target of divination, cannot counter divination, and cannot pose a threat to himself.

But Lloyd knew that he should not be so easily divined——

He had been deeply disturbed by Jenkins' reaction when he mentioned divining himself in a seminar.

I wonder what kind of interference this guy suspected of being a mole will receive?

Lloyd looked at him like this, circling around the statue of the saint for more than a dozen times. At first, he kept repeating the questions confidently, but then he gradually became silent. Instead, sweat continued to drip from his forehead, which made him I had to keep wiping it, which made me look quite embarrassed, as if I was doing some heavy physical labor.

Later, he became even more aggressive and started running around the statue of the saint. The expression on his face became frightening and nervous.

As he ran, he looked back from time to time, and then accelerated his pace, as if he was being chased by something terrifying.

As for the results of the divination, he no longer cared, letting the pointer on the compass spin like crazy.

When everyone nearby saw this scene, they also realized something was wrong, and quickly went up to hold him, but he pushed him away.

"Let me go! That thing... is coming! It's going to catch up!"

As he spoke, his neck suddenly choked, and wisps of blue veins appeared. His eyes widened, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying, and then he passed out on the spot.

Things suddenly became a big deal.

........................

"So, he just wanted to know who was in charge of Cell [-], and he conducted a divination to do so, and that's what happened?"

I had met Lloyd before. The knight commander who was following Shandu on the human wall was asking the witnesses at the scene.

After the accident happened to Geras, he was the first to rush over with several priests in black and began to investigate the situation.

Soon, the scholar who used a flashlight to shine at Lloyd's eyes also completed the preliminary diagnosis of Geras and said:
"Fortunately, it's just 'mild madness', not too bad, but..."

As he spoke, he leaned close to the knight commander's ear and whispered what he had not said:
"If he hadn't fainted in time, the consequences would have been disastrous..."

But the knight commander seemed to have expected this. He nodded, gave a warning look of "Don't talk too much", and announced on the spot:

"Okay, it's okay. Executioner Geras caused a minor accident due to improper operation during the divination process. The situation has been brought under control. It will be fine after a rest."

As he spoke, he motioned to the two black priests next to him to carry Geras away, and then added:
"I hope everyone can remember Geras's lesson. Divination is a very dangerous move. Don't show off and don't act recklessly... Okay, the second batch of monsters has been prepared for you, go ahead. ."

He wanted to disperse the scene and urge these people to go to work, but someone in the crowd had doubts about this result and immediately asked loudly:

"Your Excellency, Knight Commander, is the person in charge of Cell No. [-]... some kind of dangerous person? Geras just divined him, and he actually became mildly insane?"

The knight commander glared at the man, showed a slightly speechless expression, and asked:

"Do you think the cult arranged for you to participate in this important mission without knowing your situation and details? Or if I put it another way, haven't you ever thought that Cell No. [-] itself is a very special place?" When he said this, the young executors present suddenly had expressions of enlightenment.

It seems that the problem is not with the person in charge of Cell No. [-], but with Cell No. [-] itself. Geras's reckless divination obviously implicated Cell No. [-], so something happened.

Although the cause of the accident has been clarified, everyone is more curious about who will be in charge of this special Cell No. [-]?Is he better than Geras?

They had questions here, discussed quietly, and went to work.

The focus of their discussion was still on the five autistic young people who didn't like to talk and didn't like to interact with others.

Still no one noticed Lloyd, which actually confused him.

Have I awakened a skill whose existence disappears?

Or is it the influence of this little vest on me?

Lloyd scratched his chest through the jacket of his uniform, as if stroking the little vest.

He had actually discovered before that the "Book of Truth" did not record the information about this little vest, and speculated that it might be related to the characteristic of being 'out of the world'.

So he is so handsome, but he has no sense of existence in the eyes of others. Maybe it is also the influence of being "outside the world"?

Probably similar to the permanent effect that the pendant has on 'accelerating the recovery of spiritual power', the little vest may have a similar permanent effect.

But this is not the kind of complete disappearance of the sense of existence. For example, people around him, familiar people, sister, Wei Ya, and the executor students who get along with each other day and night in the [-]th District are not affected by this.

The two knight commanders, the enthusiastic adjutant, and the scholar in white coats he met were also aware of his presence.

So this is supposed to be some kind of conditional absence of presence?

The triggering condition may depend on the relationship with yourself, or it may be that the inspiration is not high enough?

Lloyd made some speculations and was about to go out to find someone to verify.

There is no record in the "Book of Truth" and Big Brother doesn't mention it, so you can only experience it yourself.

As a result, as soon as he walked out of the temporary church, he was stopped by the knight captain guarding the door, and then asked in a low voice:
"Why would he divine you?"

Lloyd then truthfully reported his suspicions, from the man's different descriptions of the saint's sight, to his inexplicable interest in himself, as well as the disrespectful statue of the saint, plus his suspicion of Prisoner No. [-]. room attention.

After listening patiently, the knight commander analyzed:

"It does sound a bit weird, but it makes sense to insist on saying it. Although the statue of the saint is disrespectful, it does not violate the rules clearly, so you say these are not substantive evidence, but I am not one of those clowns in the Holy Court of Grace, no. Too good at this.”

Lloyd also expressed his views:

"I don't understand much about this, but after such a reckless divination, I have lowered my suspicion of him. I feel that he is not the kind of criminal who lurks in, but more like someone who has been entrusted by others? "

"Oh? It makes sense..."

The knight commander thought about it seriously, nodded, and continued:
"It's exactly as you said. If he really came in and lurked, he shouldn't have been so high-profile and eye-catching. His subsequent behavior was indeed very immature. It was more like doing things for others... Well, I'll go find him right away. People from the Holy Court of Grace, let them investigate.”

"Are there people from Holy Grace Court here too?"

"Of course, you don't think that the Great Expansion is some big happy party, do you? There are many people with evil intentions in it."

The knight commander smiled helplessly and was about to say goodbye, but after taking only two steps, he suddenly remembered something and asked:
"You said that his description of the saint's gaze was not quite right. What do you think the saint's gaze should be like?"

Lloyd thought he would ask about the mental pollution suffered by Geras, but instead he asked this question, so he answered casually:
"I think... it should be the kind of gentle, considerate, virtuous, intellectual, like the childhood sweetheart next door? Uh... is this disrespectful?"

As a result, the other person was stunned, and his pupils quickly shrank.

But he recovered immediately, smiled awkwardly, and said:
"No, it doesn't matter. It seems that everyone can see a thousand protagonists in a novel... Okay, it's okay. Go and have a rest. Tasks like today may be given to you again in the future."

　Thanks to Long Ye for the 500 points.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)