Chapter 122
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So this is the legendary Court of Heresy? The legendary executioners who could send any heretic to the execution ground?
This is all bullshit!
Although Messiah wasn't as irascible, she wasn't far from it.
She watched as one of the people from the Court of Heresy lost control and stood up, demanding the Elf to sing again.
Messiah began to seriously doubt the abilities of the Court of Heresy. They couldn't even compare to a Holy Army recruit.
They had made the worst mistake in the Hearthstone Tavern. They hadn't been dirtied by a Priest in a Hearthstone match, so they dared to cause trouble in the tavern!
The tavern named Hearthstone wasn't like any other tavern in the world. It wasn't filled with nameless hooligans or despicable thieves.
Ever since the World's Fair, the Hearthstone Tavern had attracted people from all over Noland. Many of them had become regulars because of Hearthstone.
Among the players that Messiah knew, many were teachers from the Noland Advanced Magic Academy. There were also famous archmages from various schools of magic.
If the Church dared to cause trouble in this tavern, they would definitely incur the displeasure of people from all over Noland.
Messiah wanted to step out and stop them, but the spellcasters in the tavern all took out their magic staffs. A few dwarves who came to the tavern to slack off during the day even picked up stools.
The member of the Court of Heresy who had lost his mind finally calmed down a little after sensing the strange magical waves in the tavern.
"Chata, calm down!"
The other two members of the Court of Heresy were still able to maintain their rationality. One of them used a special telepathic method to speak to his subordinates.
"Can't we … kill them? Did you hear the Saintess' song? Chief … it's the Saintess' song. As long as … she's willing to sing for a little longer, those … damn voices will get out of my head! Just a little bit longer! "
The voice of the man named Chata had become illogical. The Presiding Judge realized that the situation had deteriorated.
'That's not the Saintess' song, it's just a song sung by an unknown elf. He can't help you get rid of the sins you've committed in the past. You can only rely on yourself before you return to the Holy City. Chata, my child, don't commit unwarranted sins again. The others in the tavern are innocent. Let's go back to the church first. '
The Presiding Judge tried to persuade the Nephilic Judge who had lost control. He could understand why the Nephilic Judge named Chata had lost control.
That was because he had almost chased away all the crazy whispers in his mind with the help of the elf's song. But the song ended too quickly, so quickly that he didn't even have the time to enjoy a moment of peace.
This kind of disparity would always be unbearable.
"Innocent? I don't think anyone is innocent! Those who associate with the devil are guilty. '
"Damn it! Chata! This tavern was not a place for rats to gather. There were at least three seventh-step great magicians here! And a Chaos Demon! "
The other Nephilic Judge could no longer hold it in. A Chaos Demon was already dangerous enough, and now there was a group of great magicians. Even if they doubled their manpower, they still wouldn't be able to deal with them.
Not to mention, this was not an assassination!
He rushed forward to restrain the Nephilic Judge who had lost control. He did not care if his identity was exposed. They were not using their own appearances anyway.
Hence, they brutally dragged the Nephilic Judge who had lost control away.
"Thank you for your help. Grona, give everyone a free cup of rye wine. Those who don't drink can have a cup of sweet wort!"
After the three Nephilic Judges left … Josiah bowed slightly to the spellcasters who stood up to maintain order in the Hearthstone Tavern. He then yelled at one of the servants in the tavern.
"No, no, no, boss, we don't want free drinks. Give us a free card bag," a Dwarf who had just sat down yelled.
Josiah smiled and shook his head without saying anything. Fortunately, the Dwarves only took it as a joke and continued with their unfinished game of Hearthstone.
The spellcasters discussed among themselves for a while before returning to their seats.
Josiah sat in front of Messiah, who had a complicated expression on her face.
"Miss Messiah … Can you tell me a little about the relationship between those three and you … or the Sacred Army?"
Under Messiah's subconscious reminder, Josiah immediately noticed the three unfamiliar faces.
Josiah felt a sense of unfamiliarity from them. It was a feeling that Josiah had felt from the Dark Elf before.
"I don't know."
Myrcella turned her head to the side, looking a little ashamed.
Even if she had an epiphany that day and treated Josiah as a good person, there was no way she could tell Josiah that those three were elites of the Church, and their goal was to assassinate you!
Messiah felt ashamed just thinking about it.
"Since you're not willing to answer, I won't force you."
Josiah could vaguely guess the purpose of those three's visit.
They had the same aura as the Dark Elf, which meant that they had the same abilities as the Dark Elf.
"Madam Marina, I'll have to trouble you to take care of things here. I'm going to Squirrel Street with Taylin and Hiri."
Josiah calculated the time. It was almost time for "This Demon Isn't Too Cold".
"Leave it to me, Sir Josiah. The carriage is ready outside," said Marina.
Josiah nodded and didn't care about the sullen knight anymore. He took Taylin and Hiri to the carriage prepared by Madam Marina.
"The Church seems to have sent someone to kill you. Don't you really want to stay in the tavern for a while to observe?"
Hiri closed the carriage door. From the farce in the tavern just now and the conversation between Josiah and Messiah, she had already guessed what the three people were here for.
"In fact, I'm safer staying outside."
Josiah showed Hiri the mark on his hand, which was engraved by the Venerated Skeleton.
As a Chaos Demon, Josiah was not a sheep hiding in the fence and waiting to be slaughtered. In addition to the special magic that nullified the magic constructed by the spellcaster, Josiah also had the power given by the Venerated Skeleton.
"It should be no problem for a few undead to appear on Squirrel Street. After all, the Undead Association is there."
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