Chapter 159

The holy city of the holy land.

No matter how many times Cheryl felt that the teleportation array was a convenient thing. Nolan's teleportation array, which could span several countries, could enable her to return from Nolan to the Holy Land separated by several countries in a single day.

But this return is not a triumph after the completion of the mission. She was escorted back by the Protestant army.

The inquisition hall was still as Cheryl had left before, more like a dungeon than a church.

There was a strange smell of incense in the whole air, which could make the judges come back a little calmer.

But Cheryl didn't feel at peace when she smelled the incense. She was reporting her mission to the bishop who oversees the inquisition.

Cheryl, who was in the heart of the Church of heresy, glanced at the bishops sitting in the courtroom.

Because they were all wearing stone masks, Cheryl couldn't see them clearly.

"The judge sent out was brutally killed by the devil except you?"

"Let me put it right. It's a chaotic demon, very cunning."

Cheryl stares fearlessly at the three bishops sitting on the bench, explaining what happened to her in Nolan.

Of course, what she described was all embellished, but the description of "cunning" did not lie.

Because she has long been deeply trapped in the trap set by the chaotic devil named Joshua, a trap called krypton gold packet opening.

The most dangerous thing is that Cheryl, even if she knew that this was the devil's trick to cheat, she would never tire of it.

"It's sad news that we've lost three good judges..."

The bishop did not seem to doubt what Sheryl had said.

It seems that the Archbishop of the ascetic on Nolan's side had a very "rough" attitude towards Cheryl, but he did not report to the church all the evils of the judge in Nolan.

"Leave the judge, and the church choir is ready to wash away your inner confusion."

"We will send a new judge to punish the demon who is hiding in Nolan."

"Wait a minute! Your honor... "

Cheryl was flustered when she heard that the three bishops were ready to send new judges to Nolan.

"Judge, is there anything else?"

"Monseigneur, I am so grieved by the death of the chief judge, that I can not forgive the devil for his crimes!"

Cheryl admitted that she was lying. She didn't even know the name of the judge who was on the mission.

But she tried to make her voice as sad and angry as possible.

"Don't be controlled by anger, Cheryl, you need to keep calm The sacred songs of the choir will calm your heart. "One of the bishops dissuaded Cheryl.

I don't need to listen to music! I want to beat the furnace stone!

Though Cheryl thought so, she didn't say it.

Finally, Cheryl's petition was not approved by the three bishops, and she was taken out of the courtroom.

After leaving the courtroom, Cheryl went to the prayer room where the church choir sang hymns.

It was far more comfortable than the gloomy atmosphere of the heresy court, and even in the middle of the night, there was still light shining through the colorful glass on the bench below the prayer room.

The chants from the church choir reverberated slowly throughout the prayer room, a sense of holiness in the sun listening to the whispers of the gods.

Cheryl used to sit here all day, because only by listening to these soothing songs in the prayer room can she really calm down.

But this time Cheryl, sitting on the bench in the prayer room, remained as if she were a mollusk, with an expression of "I'm almost dead.".

Ah I want to make a furnace stone.

During the choir's blessing, Cheryl's mind was filled with this idea. This blessing did not last long. After about half an hour, the song gradually disappeared.

Cheryl also rose from the bench in the prayer room and spent more than half an hour returning to her room in the heresy court.

After joining, the heretic judge lived in the court of the holy city all his life and lived a life similar to that of an ascetic.

There are a lot of judges who are supported by their beliefs, and Cheryl is simply trying to maintain herself in those crazy whispers.

The singing of the choir was essential to dispel whispers, and Cheryl wrote a diary every day about what she had done.

Today is no exception, but when Cheryl came to the desk and opened the drawer, she found that there were incomplete marks in the corner of her diary.

"Mouse?"She opened the already yellowing diary, which was a very heavy "ancient book", recording all her memories after she became a judge.

But a large part of this heavy book seems to have been gnawed away by some creatures.

"I knew it was no good living near the torture room, and it must have been those damned butchers who forgot to clean up the bodies."

Cheryl smelled the air around her, a faint smell of blood.

This is the darkest corner of the holy city of the whole church. I don't know how many naive believers or unlucky heretics have been devoured.

Cheryl has been used to this kind of life for a long time, but it is still very annoying that more than half of the diary she has spent nearly decades writing has been eaten away.

But her inner anger was soon dispelled by the sudden singing in her ear

What's going on? Cheryl looked around, and there was no way to hear the choir in this dark place, and it didn't sound like a choir.

The language of elves?

A tender green leaf appeared in Cheryl's palm, and a special window popped up in her field of vision.

Magic net system Cheryl spent a long time trying to figure out what kind of magic it was.

The sound of calm and peaceful singing comes from the voice of Nolan, which Cheryl hasn't closed yet.

"Taline the frost fairy..."

Cheryl glanced at the title of Nolan's voice, and took out a dark protocryst, which was a record given to her by Messiah. The name of the record singer was tyrin.

"If you bring her to the holy city, that motherfucker woman should have retired..."

Cheryl listened to the Elvish Psalms, and the songs that sounded directly in her consciousness were far more effective than the choir hymns.

She quickly turned to the second application on the desktop, the caster forum.

On her way to the holy land, Cheryl had already registered an account with the caster forum and found out how to use it.

"Maybe Can I use this forum to write a diary? "

Cheryl took a look at her broken diary. If she came back a few days later, it would be eaten up by mice.

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