Chapter 159
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The Holy City of the Nation of Saints.
No matter how many times Cheryl used the teleportation circle, she always felt that it was a convenient thing. The teleportation circle in Noland allowed her to travel across several countries. In just one day, she could return from Noland to the Nation of Saints, which was a few countries away.
However, this return couldn't be considered a triumphant return after completing the mission. She was escorted back by the Holy Army.
The Heresy Court was still the same as when Cheryl left. Instead of a church, it looked more like a dungeon.
The air was filled with a strange incense. The incense could calm the hearts of the Nephilic Judges who had just returned from the outside world.
However, Cheryl didn't feel very calm when she smelled the incense. She was reporting the mission to the bishops who supervised the Heresy Court.
Cheryl was in the core area of the Church of Heresy Court. She glanced at the bishops sitting in the court.
As they were all wearing stone masks, Cheryl couldn't see their faces clearly.
"Apart from you, the other judges were all brutally killed by that devil?"
"Allow me to correct you. That's a Chaos Demon. It's very cunning."
Cheryl fearlessly stared at the three bishops sitting in the judge's seat, narrating what she had encountered in Norland.
Of course, the content she described was embellished, but she didn't lie when she described it as "cunning."
That was because she had already fallen deeply into the trap set up by the Chaos Demon named Josh. It was a trap called 'Pay to Open a Backpack'.
The most dangerous thing was that even though Cheryl knew it was a trick used by the demon to cheat money, she still enjoyed it.
"What a sad news. We've lost another three outstanding judges …"
The three bishops didn't seem to doubt what Cheryl said.
It seemed that although the Archbishop of Desireless in Noland treated Cheryl very 'rudely', he didn't report the various evil deeds of this judge in Noland to the church.
"Judge, step down. The church choir is ready to wash away the confusion in your heart."
"We'll send new judges to punish the hidden demon in Noland."
"Wait! Your Eminence … "
Cheryl panicked when she heard that the three bishops were going to send a new judge to Noland.
"Judge, is there anything else?"
"Lord Bishop, the death of the Chief Judge saddens me greatly, so I simply cannot forgive the crimes that the demon has committed!"
Cheryl admitted that she was lying. She didn't even know the name of the Nephilic Judge who was on the mission with her.
But she tried to make her tone sound indignant.
"Don't be controlled by your anger, Cheryl. You have to stay calm … The sacred singing of the choir will calm your heart," one of the bishops advised Cheryl.
I don't need to listen to songs! I'm going to make a Hearthstone!
Although Cheryl thought so, she didn't say it out loud.
In the end, Cheryl's petition was not approved by the three bishops, and she was taken away from the court.
After leaving the courtroom, Cheryl went to the chapel where the church choir sang hymns.
This place was far more comfortable than the gloomy atmosphere in the Court of Heresy. Even in the middle of the night, there was still light shining through the colorful glass onto the bench below the prayer room.
The hymn sung by the church's choir slowly echoed in the prayer room, giving off a sacred feeling as if they were listening to the whispers of God under the sun.
In the past, Cheryl would never get tired of sitting here for a whole day because only listening to the soothing singing in the prayer room could truly calm her heart.
But this time, Cheryl maintained a sitting posture like a mollusk on the bench in the prayer room with an expression that said 'I'm almost done for'.
Ah … I really want to make a Hearthstone.
Cheryl's mind was filled with this thought while the choir was blessing. The blessing did not last long this time, and the singing gradually faded after about half an hour.
Cheryl also stood up from the bench in the prayer room. It took her nearly half an hour to return to her room in the Court of Heresy.
After joining the Inquisitors, they would live in the Court of Heresy for the rest of their lives, living a life similar to that of an ascetic monk.
Many Inquisitors relied on their faith to survive, but Cheryl just wanted to maintain her sense of self in the crazy whispers.
The choir's singing was indispensable to dispel the whispers. Apart from that, Cheryl would also write a diary every day to record what she did.
Today was no exception. When Cheryl came to the desk and pulled open the drawer, she found that a corner of her diary was damaged.
"A rat?!"
She flipped open the diary that had turned yellow. It was an extremely heavy 'ancient book' that recorded all of her memories after she became a Inquisitor.
However, a large part of the heavy book seemed to have been gnawed away by some creature.
"I knew it's no good living near the torture room. Those damn butchers must have forgotten to clean up the corpses again."
Cheryl sniffed the air around her. There was a faint smell of blood.
This was the darkest corner of the Holy City of the Church. Who knew how many naive believers or unlucky heretics had been devoured here?
Cheryl had long gotten used to this kind of life, but she was still very angry that more than half of the diary that she had spent decades writing had been gnawed away.
However, the anger in her heart was quickly dispelled by the singing that suddenly rang in her ears …
What's going on? Cheryl looked around. It was impossible to hear the choir's hymn in this dark place, and the singing did not sound like the choir's singing either.
Elven language?
A tender green leaf appeared in Cheryl's hand, and a special window popped up in her field of vision.
Magic Net System … It was a gift given to her by the Chaos Devil before he left. She spent a long time trying to figure out what kind of magic it was.
This calm and peaceful song came from Cheryl's Voice of Nolan, which she had yet to turn off.
"Frost Elf Taylin …"
Cheryl glanced at the title of 'Voice of Noland' and took out a pitch-black raw crystal. This was the 'record' that Messiah gave her, and the name of the singer was Taylin.
"If I bring her to the Holy City, that b * stard should have retired by now …"
Cheryl listened to the elven hymn. The song that rang directly in her mind was far more effective than the choir's hymn.
She quickly looked at the second application on the desktop, which was the 'Spellcaster Forum'.
Cheryl had already registered an account on the Spellcaster Forum on her way to the Kingdom of Saints, and she also knew how to use this forum.
"Maybe … I can use this forum to write my diary?"
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