Shirley's post quickly appeared in the "Immovable Library" section of the spellcaster forum. However, no one replied even after three minutes.
This was to be expected. Although there was a time difference between the Holy Kingdom and Noland, it was still late at night for the residents of Noland.
There were not many who logged into the Mana Net in the middle of the night, but there would occasionally be a group of spellcasters who had developed the habit of checking the Mana Net before going to bed.
Because of this habit, many of them woke up in shock when they saw Sister Scotan's post in the "Immovable Library" section.
"Did Miss Scotan leave the Church's Heresy Court and come to Noland?" Respondent: Book of Whispers.
"Correction, it should be Noland. From the description, Miss Nun is being chased by the Church's Inquisitor." Respondent: Short Tentacle Wand.
"What about the specific location? Maybe there's someone around who can help. "Respondent: Fire-Bearer.
Shirley stared blankly at the sudden flood of comments below the post. She rarely went into such a daze, and it was taboo for an assassin.
However, looking at the replies in the post, which were composed of the simplest inscriptions, Shirley's mood was very complicated.
Perhaps in a corner of Noland, there was a spellcaster whom Shirley didn't know. He only knew Sister Scotan because he read the book "Diary of a Heresy Court Inquisitor."
Although they had never met before, he put down his work or climbed out of bed and began to worry about her safety …
But being worried was one thing, and being willing to risk his life to help a stranger he had never met was another matter.
"I'm in an alley behind a wand shop called Kroc." Respondent: Sister Scotan.
Shirley knew it was unrealistic, but she didn't want to give up this last bit of hope.
When she sent this reply, she felt the presence of the Inquisitor approaching the alley.
"Come to me, Dinessa."
Cheryl immediately grabbed Dinessa's hand and pulled her into the pile of discarded parts.
The pile of trash happened to be under the shadow of the alley. Shirley covered Dinessa's mouth, suppressed her aura to the minimum, and quietly listened to the surroundings.
The news on the Spell Caster forum was still refreshing, but Cheryl did not have the energy to pay attention to it. She was sure that the Nephilic Judge had entered the alley.
She could hear footsteps that were so subtle that they were almost undetectable. During this time, she pulled out a dagger and prepared to fight to the death.
It was a team of three judges, and one of them was the Presiding Judge.
They didn't find Cheryl hiding in the corner of the alley, but they were sure that the traitor was hiding in the alley.
The three Nephilic Judges slowed down even more. Cheryl felt that the only sound in the surroundings was Dinessa's rapid breathing.
When one of the Nephilic Judges stood beside the pile of trash, Cheryl knew that she couldn't hide anymore.
She relied on her remaining strength to rush out of the pile of trash like a snake baring its fangs. She swung the dagger in her hand at a speed that was too fast for the naked eye to capture. The dagger drew a scarlet arc in the air and cut off the arm of the nearest Nephilic Judge.
However, the other two Nephilic Judges reacted immediately. One of the Nephilic Judges wielded a tip of his staff and released a gray blast. The narrow alley did not give Cheryl any space to dodge.
Her body was thrown against the wall of the alley, and then she fell into a puddle of water on the ground. There were many small wounds on her body, and the blood that flowed out dyed the puddle red.
"Cheryl!"
Dinessa rushed out of the pile of trash and wanted to run to Cheryl, but one of the Nephilic Judges grabbed her arm. She instantly lost consciousness under the influence of the gray mist.
Cheryl wanted to stand up in the puddle of water, but the serious injuries to her internal organs and body had completely taken away her mobility. She fell to the ground weakly and watched as the Nephilic Judge approached her step by step.
"Disappoint me, Cheryl … Why did you choose to betray us? There is no other place in this world that can tolerate your existence other than the Court of Heresy. "
The Nephilic Judge's voice reached Cheryl's ears, but she was not in the mood to care about it at all …
Speaking of which, Cheryl found it funny that she still had the mood to read the thread when she was on the verge of death. Or rather, it was the only thing she could do now.
The thread in the Spellcaster Forum took up her blurred vision, and the messages on the thread were quickly being refreshed.
"Kroc's Wand Shop … I don't remember. Does anyone know where it is?!" Replied: Night Watcher.
"Even if you know, is it too late? Those are the Church's Heresy Judges. It will be very troublesome if you offend them. "Replied: Moloch.
"This is Noland. Noland's law does not allow killing on the streets. Don't you want to read the rest of the Diary of a Heresy Judge?!" Replied: Fire-Bearer.
Cheryl could not help but laugh at the series of messages. In the end, the Spellcasters were most concerned about the updates of her diary, but it was also something she was proud of …
It was the only thing she was proud of in her life.
Cheryl used her finger to leave the last two words on the Spellcaster Forum.
"Don't come …" Replied: Sister Skotan.
A Nephilic Judge and two Heresy Judges could not be defeated by an ordinary Spellcaster. Even if a Spellcaster rushed over, he would only be in danger.
Even if Dinessa was sent back to the Court of Heresy, the bishops would not do anything to her because she was special …
So Cheryl had nothing to be afraid of.
"What are you laughing at? Filthy traitor. "
The Nephilic Judge could not understand why she could laugh like this before her death. He grabbed Cheryl's neck and lifted her up.
However, Shirley could only see the messages on the spell casters' forum that kept refreshing.
"Kroc Wand Shop is next to the Noland teleportation circle! Is there anyone near the Noland teleportation circle? "Replied: Wordless Classic.
"My workplace is there, but I'm at home now. Damn it … Why didn't that stingy boss let me stay a little longer today?" Replied: Sleeping Coin.
Cheryl's vision became blurrier as she stared at the replies. Finally, a message suddenly popped up that cleared her mind.
"I'm at the back of the alley of Kroc Wand Shop!" Replied: Short Tentacle Wand.
"…"
Cheryl raised her head and looked over the Nephilic Judge's shoulder. She saw a Spellcaster panting at the end of the alley.
Judging from his age and attire, he was only a Spellcaster's apprentice.
Damn it … Cheryl did not feel lucky at all because one of the Nephilic Judges had already taken out his weapon and walked toward the Spellcaster's apprentice.
The Spellcaster's apprentice with the "Short Tentacle Wand" saw the Nephilic Judge take out his weapon and took a few steps back in fear. His face was filled with terror.
It seemed that even if he mustered up the courage to come here, it was impossible for him to face the Nephilic Judges whose hands were stained with the blood of hundreds or even thousands of people.
He began to regret … Why did he come here just because he wanted to be a hero?
"A Spellcaster who happened to come here, or a friend of yours? I didn't expect someone to be willing to save a filthy traitor like you. "
The Nephilic Judge held Cheryl's neck tightly. She instantly felt suffocated and let out a painful whimper.
This whimper was heard by the Spell Caster with the "Short Tentacle Wand." Although he was only an apprentice, he was still a man. At this moment, he suppressed his fear and took out his wand and aimed it at one of the Nephilic Judges.
Scorching hot inscriptions appeared around him. A fireball burst out from the tip of the wand and shot toward the Nephilic Judge. However, the Nephilic Judge only threw a dagger, which directly pierced through the fireball and embedded it into the wall behind the Spell Caster's apprentice.
The sharp dagger cut his cheek, and he fell to the ground weakly. His face was filled with terror.
"Pitiful Knowledge Seeker, next time this dagger will be aimed at your head. Get out of here," the Nephilic Judge said.
The Short Tentacle Wand who was sitting on the ground choked a little. He stood up tremblingly. The first thing he did was not run away, nor did he continue to cast spells to defend himself. Instead, he wrote a reply on the Spellcaster forum.
"I can't beat him!" Replied by: Short Tentacle Wand.
"Get out of my way. Let me do it. You're a hindrance!" Replied by: Thunder Crystal.
"Who?" The Short Tentacle Wand did not expect that someone would come to this gloomy alley. He quickly followed the instructions and ran away …
"Human friendship is such a fragile thing, Cheryl … Repent your mistakes in loneliness."
The Presiding Judge laughed at Cheryl when he saw the Spell Caster running away.
Cheryl, who was suffocating, could barely keep her mind calm. When she heard that the Spell Caster had run away, she let out a sigh of relief.
She did not want to get anyone into trouble, not to mention the readers who liked her books. As the darkness swallowed her sight, she was suddenly illuminated by a strong light.
A magic circle made of inscriptions suddenly appeared above the alley. The light yellow magic circle was emitting crackling lightning.
The sound of thunder echoed through the alley. It directly fell from the sky and hit the Presiding Judge and the two Nephilic Judges.
This was not a spell at the level of Inferior Fireball. It was a high-level spell that had been prepared for a long time.
The Presiding Judge was surrounded by lightning. The pain and numbness made him look at Cheryl in surprise.
This operation was perfect. There should be no reason for the Executioner to come and help Cheryl. Could it be that this traitor knew a powerful Spell Caster in Noland?!
The lightning from the sky forced the Presiding Judge to let go of Cheryl so that he could dodge the lightning bolts more flexibly.
After a few consecutive lightning strikes, the ground was full of charred marks.
"Dirty sneak attacker …" The Presiding Judge looked around and did not see the person who cast the spell.
"Dirty? I don't want to be described like this by you executioners. "
The Spell Caster had no intention of hiding. She directly walked out from the shadows. What surprised the Presiding Judge was that the Spell Caster was a girl who looked no more than 13 or 14 years old.
The Presiding Judge did not know how Cheryl knew such a powerful Mage.
But due to her age, she was still too young in terms of combat experience.
If she was alone in front of the Presiding Judge, the Presiding Judge would have countless ways to capture her …
"Your friend is really stupid."
The Presiding Judge said to Cheryl, who had fallen to the ground.
He took out his wand and was ready to teach this arrogant girl a lesson. It was a lesson about the consequences of a person trying to be brave.
"The real … stupid person … is you."
Cheryl endured the pain in her body and uttered those words.
After hearing Cheryl's words, the Presiding Judge had a bad feeling. Suddenly, a large amount of magical elements appeared in the surroundings. The intensity of the waves was not high, but the amount was terrifying.
The two Judges waited for the Presiding Judge's order to attack the female Spell Caster who used the Thunder System spell, but a few more Spell Casters slowly walked to her side …
"What … did you do?"
The Presiding Judge saw that the Spell Casters who appeared were planning to retreat. The magic aura emitted by some of them was definitely not at the level of an apprentice!
They were most likely great Wizards from a certain academy in Noland.
What surprised the Presiding Judge the most was that he saw the figures of four Dwarves … Not only at the front of the alley, but also several Spell Casters and Dwarves appeared on the roofs.
They had been surrounded.
The Presiding Judge remembered that Cheryl had only carried out a mission in Noland for a few days! How did she get to know so many Spell Casters and Dwarves in just a few days? How did they collectively risk the wrath of the Heresy Tribunal to save her?
Cheryl did not answer. She only let out a soft laugh. In front of her eyes, the posts in the Spell Caster Forum were still continuously updated.
'Just come to the location of the thunder.' Responder: Thunder Crystal.
"Don't panic, I've already sent people over." Responder: Gray Owl.
"Magic Rooster above! I'll be there soon. "Responder: Black Iron Longsword.
"Count me in for the fight! And Kabao! "Responder: Long Frost Hammer.
In the face of such a large number of Spell Casters and Dwarves, it was impossible for one Presiding Judge and two Judges to win. But before that, the Presiding Judge had to execute the traitor.
The Presiding Judge's staff emitted a gray mist. The mist turned into a sharp longsword and stabbed at Cheryl's forehead. However, when it cut off a few strands of Cheryl's hair and was about to touch her skin, it was dispersed by a similar gray power.
The Presiding Judge looked into the depths of the alley and saw the owner of the gray power slowly walking out from the other side.
"Who … are you?"
This was the first time he had used this "power" for so many years that it had failed. Without this power, he had no way to attack.
"Who am I?"
Josiah, who had rushed all the way from the Hearthstone Tavern to the wand shop, slowly walked toward the Presiding Judge. The mark on Josiah's palm emitted a dim light.
Josiah glanced at Cheryl, who was lying on the ground. Then, he smiled and replied to the Presiding Judge.
"A hustler."
"… Ridiculous!"
There was no time for the Presiding Judge to chat. The Spell Casters behind him had already begun to prepare offensive spells. The Dwarves also picked up their weapons and rushed forward. The two Judges alone could not stop them, so the Presiding Judge could only choose to temporarily escape.
Josiah looked at the chaotic scene and walked to Cheryl, who was lying on the ground, to help her up.
"Before you pass out, I have a question for you."
Josiah's hands were already covered in Cheryl's blood. If she did not receive treatment soon, she would not be able to hold on for long.
"What … question?"
Cheryl knew that she was safe, so she began to feel a little sleepy and wanted to fall asleep.
"Are there any more updates tonight?" Josiah asked.
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