Chapter 133
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Messiah carried the unconscious Nephilic Judge to the Hearthstone Tavern.
Her three Paladins also followed beside her.
The Heartless One had planned to use her authority as a bishop to take the Nephilic Judge's life, but she had no other choice.
Only the Saintess and the choir's singing could make the Nephilic Judge regain her sanity.
Otherwise, the little girl would lose her mind and become a dangerous monster.
This was no joke. Messiah's strength could easily block a punch from an Earth Giant that prided itself on its strength.
But even so, she could not suppress the little girl with brute force.
Using one of her Paladins to describe it, it was like being rammed in the chest by a Hammerhead running at full speed.
The Hammerhead was a beast that was bred by some countries to attack city gates a hundred years ago.
Being rammed in the chest by such a beast, breaking a few ribs was already a blessing from the gods. The worst case scenario was being turned into meat paste.
So Missy was walking down the street with a miniature Godzilla that could tear down the whole of Shop Street.
"Lord Messiah, do you really think that tavern has a way to make her regain her sanity?"
"I … don't know."
Messiah shook his head. These three Paladins were new to Noland, and they were all loyal subordinates of Messiah. The other Paladins who were addicted to Hearthstone had all been transferred away.
They did not know what kind of place the Hearthstone Tavern was, and Messiah subconsciously felt that he should not bring them there.
A Chaos Demon Lair was too dangerous for these young Paladins.
But a few days ago, an Elven girl came to the Hearthstone Tavern. Her singing reminded Messiah of the Saintess Heroria's hymn.
That was why Messiah seized this last glimmer of hope and saved this' little girl 'from the hands of the Desireless.
Messiah also had a sharp dagger in her hand. When the Elven singing had no effect, she would personally end the life of this pitiful Nephilic Judge.
She quickly led the three knights into the Hearthstone Tavern.
Ever since the World's Fair, the atmosphere in this tavern had changed. During the day, most of the customers here were Noland's Spell Casters.
Moreover, their goal was to rub Hearthstones, not to drink. So whenever Messiah came to the Hearthstone Tavern during the day, he would always feel like he was in the library of the Advanced Magic Academy.
The Spell Casters sat around the table in groups of twos and threes, discussing in whispers.
But in the evening, the dwarves would still drink and sing until the night came.
Messiah walked into the tavern and saw the temporary stage at the corner of the tavern. Unfortunately, she did not see the golden-haired elf.
This was undoubtedly the worst situation … What was worse was that Shirley, who was in Messiah's arms, was showing signs of waking up.
The awakened Cheryl was no longer a little girl, but a dangerous creature.
Dark Grey Fog gathered on her body, and Messiah had no choice but to place the dagger in her hand on her neck.
But her agility far exceeded Messiah's imagination. In the blink of an eye, she broke free from Messiah's restraints.
Messiah made a backup plan and branded several layers of Holy Light System seals on her body.
Faint golden inscriptions appeared in Messiah's hand, and a large number of chains made of magic appeared on her body … These chains were enough to restrain a high-tier demon.
Unfortunately, Messiah did not grab a demon, and the chains did not bind her for long before breaking into pieces under her brute force.
But it seemed to be waiting for her to wake up.
Gentle singing suddenly sounded in the tavern. This was the voice of the Elven girl.
Messiah immediately shifted his gaze to the tavern's stage, but he did not see the Elven girl.
Not only Messiah, but the sudden singing also caused many spell casters to search for the source of the singing. Soon, the elderly spell casters discovered that the source of the singing was a magic machine placed in the corner of the tavern.
The elves' singing took effect. Cheryl, who had a hysterical look in her eyes, clutched her forehead, collapsed to the ground, and lost consciousness.
Everything happened too quickly. Apart from the singing, the spell casters only noticed Messiah's chain magic.
Even though the Holy Army had no real power in Noland, not many spell casters were willing to have anything to do with these inflexible knights.
Messiah carried Cheryl, who had fallen to the ground, and strode to the side of the magic machine. There was a row of pitch-black raw crystals beside the machine, and a price was marked below them. This meant that these raw crystals were goods like the drinks in the tavern.
… …
"I don't think it's appropriate to sell these raw crystals to the church."
Hiri stayed in the office on the second floor, fiddling with the pitch-black raw crystal in her hand. The raw crystal had a rough texture. Due to its flat body, Josiah called it a 'record'.
"What's inappropriate?"
Josiah leaned against the railing of the stairs and watched the female knight negotiate with Madam Marina. It seemed that they were planning to buy the raw crystals in the corner of the tavern.
"Didn't you get the information from Black Pigeon that the people of the Court of Heresy must listen to some 'hymn' every once in a while? What if that elf's singing really has the same effect as the 'hymn' of their saintess … "
"Then the church will lose their so-called … authority, and their saintess's singing will lose its meaning."
Josiah had seen how the Court of Heresy fought, and it was clearly reflected in Josiah's eyes through the undead's perspective.
From the way they fought, they didn't look like 'righteous people who believed in the holy light'. Instead, they looked more like fanatics who were addicted to 'knowledge'.
The church used a certain method to give the judges great power, but to eliminate the side effects of this power, they needed the saintess and the choir's singing to control it.
The Church also used this method to firmly control the Inquisitors of the Court of Heresy.
When the saintess's singing was no longer a gift that was difficult to obtain, but could be heard anytime and anywhere with a gold coin, Josiah didn't think that all the judges would still be as loyal to the church as before.
"Hiri, pack up. It's time to go to Squirrel Street."
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