I upgraded and added points in the Holy Inquisition

Chapter 88 87. You don’t need my help?

After gossiping, the fox-faced hunter returned to normal volume, then pointed in the direction where Lloyd just left, and continued:

"As soon as the transcript is finished, let the boy leave. Don't let him participate in the follow-up. If something happens, we will be in trouble."

"Huh? Is he special?"

The priest next to him asked curiously.

"It's not ordinary. Guess how long it took for him to go from being an ordinary university graduate to becoming the executioner of the Holy Family Court?"

The fox-faced hunter said, raising a finger as a reminder.

"One year?"

"One month."

"It's amazing, isn't it? Our boss also thinks it's amazing, and he's very angry... Have you ever heard that there is a big man in the Holy Inquisition who is neither human nor ghost? Just a few days ago, at the gathering of the high-level leaders of the sect, that A big shot used this kid as a gimmick to steal the most part of the talent training budget. That money should have been given to us for echelon building..."

"Well...it's not easy for us to discuss these things, right?"

"Of course, I'm just talking casually, you can just listen to it."

"Such an amazing talent... No wonder he acts a little recklessly... Well, I hope he can listen to my advice."

"It's no wonder that he can ignore [Painful Gaze] and easily destroy the rituals here. The Holy Inquisition must focus on training and caring for such young people."

"Anyway, when I look at young people like this, I always feel that the gap between people is really wider than that of dogs. Haha, this is a damn era."

After the three chatted for a while, they each shook their heads, and then continued to work and began to investigate further.

Although the rituals here have been destroyed, the mastermind behind it has not yet been caught. This is the part that really requires time and effort.

After the fox-faced hunter searched the room carefully, he couldn't help but raise a question:
"Before I came up, I asked several people who had just passed out here. They all said that they had had a great dream and they didn't want to wake up."

The subordinate next to him asked suspiciously:
"Huh? Isn't this wrong? As far as I know, [Painful Gaze], in addition to targeting a single body, can indeed affect other people nearby, causing people to fall into a state of coma and headache, so it is particularly dangerous and vicious. How can ability be a sweet dream?”

Priest Malos on the side thought for a while and tried to speculate:
"Is there more than one gangster at the scene? Or more than one set of rituals?"

The fox-faced hunter shook his head and expressed his opinion:
"I think it is more likely to be the power of the [distorted] system. The guy codenamed 'Phantom Pain' may have actually been involved in that extremely dangerous system... In short, everyone should be careful, and in the end It’s better to seize the time..."

"Once he truly masters the power of [distortion], he will become extremely dangerous until he suddenly dies!"

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On Lloyd's side, after briefly answering a few questions, the hunter in charge of recording indicated that he could leave.

Lloyd took the initiative and asked:

"Is there anything you need my help with?"

He really doesn't want to leave...

On the one hand, this is because after all, this is where my sister will work in the future, so it is natural to pay more attention to ensure safety;

On the other hand, it's because I didn't get anything during this trip, so I got two skill fragments when I broke the ritual, and the rest didn't even have any madness points.

So he decided to follow up on this matter and see where the bold maniac came from who dared to destroy my sister's working environment?
Unfortunately, the hunter opposite waved his hand and declined:
"You should know that this kind of thing is the responsibility of our Holy Grace Court."

But Lloyd still said unwillingly:

"Of course I know this, but you see, as I said before, my sister works here and I care about her safety, so I have to at least find out who is going to suddenly kill a craftsman?"

"This cannot be explained clearly in two or three sentences. It may be that the victim has an interest in the murderer; it may be that the victim has something the murderer wants; or it may even be a simple random injury... You should know that those illegal Molecules are inherently crazy and can do anything.”

The other party's remarks made it difficult for Lloyd to refute for a while, so he had to change the question:
"Then can I ask about something that has nothing to do with this case? It's just about your Holy Grace Court."

"Please say."

Lloyd then raised a question that had been bothering him for a while:
"You must have received a lot of anonymous reports, right? How do you usually deal with them?"

Although the hunter didn't know why Lloyd asked this, he still gave a standard answer:

"I will read them, but I won't process every one. Some will be ignored, and some will be handed over to the local police station."

"That's it. I thought every letter would be taken seriously."

This answer made Lloyd feel disappointed. Maybe those anonymous letters he wrote were the ones that were ignored and handed over.

The hunter explained with a half-smile:
"You can't imagine how many anonymous letters we receive every day, and how many of them are meaningless."

"Like?"

"For example, an infertile husband finds out that his wife is suddenly pregnant and reports it to the 90-year-old neighbor next door; or a student does not do well in an exam and reports that the teacher teaches taboo knowledge; there are even writers who cannot continue to create serial works. , just report the readers for not tipping him...

If you want to hear this, I won’t be able to finish it for three days and three nights... Of course, if it is an anonymous letter of real value, we will take it seriously. "

Lloyd felt relieved when he heard this.

The anonymous letter I sent was written very seriously, and the cause and effect, time and place were all included. It was not a waste of public resources.Since the other party has said that he will take such valuable anonymous letters seriously, it means that anonymous letters are still a powerful weapon for him to punish evil, and the few letters he wrote before are also meaningful.

It’s just that the cases handled by the Holy Grace Court will not be made public. After all, it makes people feel a little less accomplished...

I hope those guys I reported to can be brought to justice!

Lloyd said something in his mind.

Since he didn't need to intervene in the remaining matters, Lloyd left the small building and crossed the cordon again.

Then he saw his sister running towards him, hugging him hard, looking up at her anxious little face, and asked with concern:

"Little Yi, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's just a small scene... By the way, is your editor okay?"

"Well, they're fine too. They're discussing the dream they just had in the nearby cafe..."

As Everol spoke, a look of envy actually appeared on her face:

"Speaking of which, everyone who fell asleep in the building just now seemed to have dreamed of wonderful things?"

"No matter how beautiful it is, it is just a dream after all. When you wake up, you still have to face the cruel reality..."

Lloyd sighed inexplicably, not caring about such a trivial matter at all, as long as no one got into trouble and no one went crazy.

He then turned to ask:

"Sister, if you have nothing to do this afternoon, how about we go home first?"

"Um...I'm sorry, Xiaoyi, the deadline for the first issue is coming soon, and I really can't leave..."

"It's okay, it's okay. Sister, please do your work first. I'll buy some ingredients and go home. I'll prepare dinner for you when you come back."

"Yeah, I like Xiao Yi's cooking the best!"

When Everol said this, her big emerald green eyes looked elsewhere, not daring to look at Lloyd, looking a little guilty.

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Ten minutes after Lloyd left, on the street on the other side of the small building where the incident occurred, an injured patient was walking slowly with a cane, while glancing at the third floor of the small building from time to time.

He was dressed like an ordinary worker. His right eye was covered with gauze, and red blood oozed from it. His face was pale, and he was a little staggering when he walked. It seemed that he had just suffered a work-related injury and had just recovered from it. Walking out of the hospital.

Some kind-hearted passers-by saw that he didn't even have a helper, so they kindly came over to ask if they needed help, but he politely refused, saying that they would go home on their own.

After walking half a circle around the small building, he slowly turned into a secluded alley, then put his free hand into his pocket and took out a handful of silver coins. Table knife.

The blade and handle of the knife were engraved with circles of exquisite and gorgeous patterns, which did not match his appearance of an ordinary worker.

He held the table knife, pulled hard on the back of his hand on crutches, made a cut, and wiped the gushing blood with the blade.

The pattern on the table knife immediately showed circles of strange dark red patterns, becoming like an unknown murder weapon.

"There was a change in our plan. Based on the divination conclusion, I killed the craftsman, but it also attracted the attention of the hounds. Before they noticed me, I had to escape outside the city as soon as possible..."

"But compared to this, what I just saw really frightened me, and I paid the price of one eye for it..."

"That is an existence that is difficult for me to describe to you, and I can't even imagine any words to describe it..."

"Anyway, let's talk about it when we meet. Arrange accommodation, food, wine, and women for me..."

The one-eyed worker murmured in a low voice, as if he was leaving a message for someone.

Then, he put the knife back into his arms, walked out of the alley again, boarded a passing tram, and rushed out of the city.

During the process, he repeatedly adjusted and changed routes and tried a variety of means of transportation. After spending several hours, he finally arrived outside a luxurious manor on the outskirts of the city.

His mood suddenly became very relaxed, and he began to hum a pleasant tune.

"Since I haven't been caught up here yet, it means that I successfully escaped from the nose of the hound, haha ​​~ Holy Grace Hunter? But that's it..."

As he spoke, he stepped into the gate of the manor.

Then suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my body.

A series of gunshots rang out in his ears, causing blood to bloom on his body.

The sight in front of him immediately experienced a series of distortions.

The luxurious manor that was originally used to hide has gradually turned into a heavily guarded military camp with numerous guard towers?
The surroundings were already surrounded by crusaders armed with new rifles.

"I...how the hell did I end up on the territory of the Holy Inquisition?"

　Two chapters to update first, maybe another chapter later, right?

　　
　
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