Chapter 152
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On the banks of the River of Gear.
"Pfft! You want to bring me back with just a few soldiers? You're still too naive, much more naive than when you were playing as a priest! "
Cheryl, the Inquisitor from the Court of Heresy, squatted on the roof of an alchemy workshop and looked down at the four soldiers who were searching for her on the bridge.
Her proud tone didn't last long. She suddenly felt a burning pain on her shoulder, and a dark purple symbol appeared on her shoulder.
"Shadow Mark?!" She recognized the symbol on her shoulder. At the same time, the four Paladins also discovered her whereabouts and ran towards her.
"You damned dirty priest, Heartless!"
After letting out a grumble, she immediately jumped down from the roof and fell into the alley next to her.
The four Paladins began to search the area, but she quickly used her inhuman agility to escape from the alleyway.
The burning pain on her shoulder gradually disappeared. She climbed to the top floor of an alchemy workshop and began to think about where she should go next.
But after thinking for a while, she regretfully … She was lost.
The duty of the Court of Heresy was to erase the 'traitors' who were unfavorable to the church. In her opinion, the Inquisitor was a traitor to this world.
She inherited the unparalleled power given by the church, but this power was very unstable and could go out of control at any time.
Therefore, every Inquisitor had to stay in the core area of the holy city of the church when they were not on a mission.
This was an incomparable honor for every believer of the Holy Nation because the core area of the holy city was the closest to the holy land of the gods.
But to her, it was equivalent to a cage. If it wasn't for the church's singing that could alleviate the side effects of losing control of her power, she would have escaped from that damned place more than a hundred years ago.
But after coming to Noland, the situation was completely different.
Cheryl took out a pitch-black raw crystal from her pocket. After she injected mana into it, she could faintly hear the sound of singing coming from the raw crystal.
The soothing song calmed her restless mind a little, but only a little, if she didn't find something that could make her happy to distract herself.
It was only a matter of time before those crazy whispers echoed in her mind again.
"The Baijinghua Theater is nearby. Why don't we go to see 'Beauty and the Devil' again?"
"How many times has it been? Is it the fifth or sixth? Sansa, are you sure you're not sick of it?"
"I'm fine, Herland. How about you?"
Shirley, who had been hiding on the roof of the alchemy workshop, was attracted by the discussion. She looked down and saw a familiar figure.
"That succubus in the Hearthstone Tavern …"
Cheryl gazed at the five girls standing in front of the alchemy workshop. The robes they wore proved that they were from the same magic academy. However, there was a succubus among them.
According to her duty as an Inquisitor, Cheryl was supposed to kill this "enemy of the gods", but she recognized the succubus as a servant working in the Hearthstone Tavern.
The Hearthstone Tavern in Noland was the only place other than the choir in the sacred city that made her feel "happy". No, not happy, but excited.
She had been relying on the game called Hearthstone for the past two weeks and had completely forgotten about those damned whispers.
She watched the five girls from the roof. After the short conversation, two of them chose to leave.
Perhaps she could return to the Hearthstone Tavern by following the succubus?
Cheryl pondered for a moment and followed the succubus, but she didn't dare to get too close.
The succubus was surrounded by a faint aura of death, as if some undead creature was wandering around it.
Cheryl followed them across the River of Gear, hoping to return to the Hearthstone Tavern with the succubus leading the way.
However, her hopes were dashed. In the end, they did not return to the Hearthstone Tavern. Instead, they went to a place called the Baijinghua Theater.
"Why would a demon be interested in a play?!"
She stood in front of the Baijinghua Theater and watched the succubus walk in. She was wondering if she should go in with her.
A play would take at least one or two hours to finish. She could have asked anyone on the street for the location of the Hearthstone Tavern.
However, the four Sacred Army soldiers that were chasing after her with the Shadow Mark on her body gave her no choice at all.
To hide, she could only enter the Baijinghua Theater.
The White Thistle Flower Theater was an excellent hiding spot. People from all over the place occupied the entire theater hall. The originally spacious theater hall actually seemed a little crowded at this time.
Cheryl walked past the crowd and arrived at the corner of the hall. There was a row of benches for resting, and Cheryl was lucky enough to find a seat.
She didn't stand on ceremony and sat down on the seat. She had been causing a ruckus since the morning. Even the best judge would feel tired.
"Miss, are you here to watch the new movie?"
A voice sounded beside Shirley's ear. She turned her head and saw a familiar figure. It was the Chaos Demon Josh. However, she preferred to call him Boss of the Inn.
As a Heresy Adjudicator, she had indeed accepted the mission to assassinate Josh. However, her motivation for carrying out this mission was not so much because of her loyalty to the church. Rather, it could be said that she wanted to hear a short part of the choir's song after completing the mission.
Cheryl had found something far more interesting than the singing of a choir. As for the mission?
Challenging a Chaos Devil alone, and a Chaos Devil that might be prepared at that, was no different from courting death.
"Movie?"
Cheryl guessed that Josiah did not know her true identity, so she could talk to Josiah calmly.
She could already vaguely hear those whispers in her ears. If she didn't find something to cheer her up, her life might really be in danger.
At this moment, the audience in the Baijinghua Theater suddenly exclaimed.
The poster of "Beauty and the Demon" suddenly disappeared and was replaced by the poster of "This Demon Is Not Cold".
The poster of the demon killer Lyon and the little girl Matilda holding a potted plant attracted Cheryl's attention for a few seconds. At the same time, it also piqued her interest.
"Of course …"
The crazy whispers became clearer, and Cheryl had no choice but to give a positive answer.
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