Kill me again, Miss Witch

"This is the headquarters of the Tower of the Mage, no one else, leave quickly!"

The gatekeeper had already noticed the existence of Xia Ya, a stupefied young man, and now he stepped forward with vigilance and scolded.

In the past, it wasn't that there were no folk magicians who had made their brains stupid after practicing, trying to come here to block the door, and wanted the elders at the meeting table to admit their research.

But most of them are just the conceits and fantasies of lunatics.

So at this moment, seeing Xiaya's distraught look, it is inevitable to have some doubts.

Shaar, who came back to his senses, frowned.

He opened the Dimensional Ring, took out the Inspector Badge of the Tower of Judgment, and showed it in front of his eyes.

"The Tower of Judgment is doing business, it has nothing to do with anyone, leave quickly!"

......

After leaving the Mage's Tower, Shaar found a room in an adventurer's hotel.

After rejecting the call girls who came to recommend him three times in a row, he felt a little downcast.

"Half-elf girls, bear-human girls, there are even little human girls, it's too shameful, what is the guide to the customs of another world?"

Char sighed, lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling.

He was not in a hurry to return to the academy, because he didn't intend to attract those people's attention to Deidora before the "Sun"'s recent plan was settled.

In fact, except for her, Xia Ya didn't care much about anyone in this world.

When he made clothes for Miss Witch before, he took time to go back to school and asked Sitar and Dean Lucius to take care of her.

It was at that time that he learned from his mentor that the inspector's badge was arranged by a high-level executive in the Tower of Judgment who saw his potential.

"..."

After resting for a while, Shaar, who was in a mess of thoughts, came back to his senses.

Then, he went to the bathroom, opened the door, stood in front of the mirror, and unbuttoned his clothes.

Immediately, a slender body appeared in front of the mirror, with clearly bulging muscles, full of explosive power.

But Xiaya who put on the clothes couldn't tell that he was such a muscular man, and he even looked a little thin.

But at the moment Xia Ya's focus is not on his perfect body.

His gaze landed on the center of his chest.

At that location, at some point, a blood moon symbol appeared, with strange textures around it.

If you look closely, it looks like a command spell growing on your chest.

I'm Beatrice's master?

Impossible to think about.

Looking at the strange textures around the blood moon imprint, they are arranged neatly and orderly.

Count carefully, there are nine ways.

Nine blood-colored textures surrounded the blood moon.

"What the hell is this?"

Shaar thought for a while, and asked Miss Jin.

After a moment of silence, a familiar voice sounded from the bottom of my heart.

"This is the symbol of the Bright Moon Goddess. People who are marked with this mark mean that they have received His attention."

Miss Jin said weakly.

I don't know if it was because the water shortage was too serious last time, which caused him to still have no energy.

Hearing this, Xia Ya's eyes lit up.

When leaving from the dark plain, Beatrice clearly looked like she wanted to kill him. After all, Shaar played a trick on a god at that time.

And it seems that the function of this imprint probably has some kind of tracking effect.

This means that Shaar will be hunted down endlessly by the goddess of the moon and her forces for a long time to come.

What could be more exciting than this...?

Xia Ya was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear.

"By the way, have you digested the memory of the black mask last time?"

After a while, Xiaya thought of this matter, so he took the initiative to ask.

"Part of it was collected." Miss Jin whispered, "But that organization seems to have a certain powerful anti-reconnaissance mage who can cut off key parts of the memory."

"What do you see?"

Afterwards, Miss Jin manifested the two key nodes in the memory of the black mask in front of Shaar.

The first clip is the scene where the black mask meets a mysterious man. The mysterious man is wearing a black cloak with an incomplete sun mark embroidered on the collar of his chest.

At this moment, he was telling the vice president of the Hidden Night Society something in a majestic tone.

However, due to the interference of the mysterious power that Miss Jhin said, the conversation could not be heard clearly at all.

Only at the end of the memory, I vaguely heard words like "Godhead" and "Purification".

After watching this clip, Xia took a deep breath.

Sure enough, as Yalin said in the letter, the underground altar of Violet Manor is inextricably linked with the "sun"!

Then, the second clip appeared before his eyes.

This clip is very short, and only one frame can be seen clearly.

It was a place deep in a cave that I don't know where, and it was full of stagnant water and dirty silt.

At the end of the line of sight, one can vaguely see vines and rhizomes deeply rooted in the stone wall, absorbing some kind of nutrients, as if a towering giant tree was broken, but the roots were still tenaciously alive.

But these are not the point.

The point is that on the half of the withered giant tree, he saw a human face.

The eyes of that face were closed, serene and quiet. Although it was made of the same material as the tree roots, its delicate appearance could be vaguely distinguished.

Xia Ya was stunned.

Because of that face, it looks exactly like Mrs. Violet.

......

Heresy Inquisition, inside the Chancellor's Chamber.

After reading the case file in his hand, Judge Nidero finished his busy day, took off his eyes, and rubbed his sore eyes.

In recent months, the proportion of extraordinary cases related to heresy in various parts of the Hillen Empire has increased significantly, which has caused him a lot of headaches.

After sighing slightly, he rang the bell next to him as if he suddenly remembered something.

Then, a refined young man with a monocle came in from the door.

"gentlemen."

The young man with the appearance of a secretary said in a low voice.

"Have you checked the report letter you received from Meiweis last time?"

Judge Nidero picked up the water glass next to him and took a sip.

The secretary nodded: "From the body of the victim, Angelica, we did check out the mark of the blood moon, and afterward, we sent knights from the Holy See to spy on the suspect, Shaar."

"His vigilance is very high, and he has almost never been tracked successfully, and he has been leaving the upper city from time to time recently, and I don't know what he is doing behind the scenes."

"That's almost certain."

Judge Nidero's expression was a little relieved.

Since the blood moon tragedy that year, he has been chasing news about the Red Moon Sect and its leader Mansfield all the time for so many years.

In fact, many years ago, belief in the moon was allowed in the Helen Empire, but since the blood moon tragedy, the believers of the goddess of the moon have all disappeared.

After all, no one wants to be associated with a cult.

"The crux of the problem now is how big a fish this Shaar is, and whether it's worth taking it into the net."

Justice Nidero muttered to himself.

"Then sir, how should we distinguish the status of the Red Moon members in the church?"

asked the secretary.

Nidero glanced at him with a smile, and slowly explained: "The status is not determined by them, but by that existence."

As he spoke, he pointed out the window.

The bright and white moon bloomed with a cool glow.

"Once under His gaze and favored, a 'blood moon' sign will be formed on the body, which distinguishes the grades of the members of the church."

"It is distinguished by the number of textures around the imprint, at least one texture, and gradually increases in turn. The more textures, the deeper the favor of the goddess, and therefore the higher the status in the religious group."

The secretary nodded: "So, how many textures does Mansfield have?"

"He." Upon hearing this name, Judge Nidero's expression became a little unpredictable, "He is the leader of the contemporary church, and he is naturally favored by the goddess the most. He has seven blood moon textures."

"In this state, he can even temporarily borrow a sliver of the goddess' authority. Therefore, the Red Moon Sect he leads is the most difficult to eradicate."

"So. Does anyone have more textures?"

the secretary asked.

"Impossible." Judge Nidero laughed out loud, "Further up, there are nine textures."

"If there is such a person, it must be the goddess' own son, right?"

......

At the same time, Shaar, who was far away in an adventurer's hotel in the capital, sneezed.

"Who's talking about me behind my back?"

he grumbled.

Chapter 61 The Goddess' Prophecy

noon the next day.

After having lunch on the first floor, Shaar left the Adventurer's Inn, preparing to go to Octavill and ask Mrs. Violet something.

In fact, based on the information Xiaya has so far, the context of the whole matter can be sorted out roughly.

Judging from the two memories provided to him by Miss Jin last night, the "Sun" organization seems to be planning to revive a certain god and achieve a certain purpose.

Combining the stone tablet under the Violet Manor and the imprint on Madam Violet's chest, Shaar is certain that the god involved is the goddess of fertility.

And according to the information that Miss Witch casually mentioned at the time, the current situation of the goddess is probably very bad.

Either it was degenerated into an evil god, or the consciousness disintegrated into many strands.

But no matter how you look at it, the altar plan that "The Sun" was forced to terminate because of Shaar's disruption is closely related to Madam Violet.

May wish to make a wild guess.

Is Mrs. Violet the container used in the ceremony to carry the consciousness of the goddess of abundance?

This conjecture mostly coincides with the truth of the matter.

So at present, the safety of that lady is the top priority.

Thinking of this, Xia quickened his pace and decided to stay at Octavier's house and never leave.

But at this moment, there was a sudden sound of a carriage driving behind him.

Accompanied by the coachman's scolding, and the noble family crest on the carriage that anyone with a discerning eye could see at a glance, the pedestrians had no choice but to give way.

Xia Ya didn't look back, and continued to think about his own affairs, but he also gave way slightly to the side.

But what happened next forced him to temporarily put his thoughts behind him.