Chapter 200
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The efficiency of the law enforcers was shockingly high. They found the entrance to the basement of the church within ten minutes.
The dark basement was quickly illuminated by ten illumination spells. The teleportation circle that the church had built in the basement was also revealed to the Noland law enforcers.
"These are indeed the inscriptions used to build the teleportation circle. The underground core is still operating. Someone, remove these inscriptions and bring the core back to the council."
The leader of the law enforcers ordered the others. The sacred soldiers who followed the law enforcers to the basement saw the evidence there, but they had nothing to say.
They could only let the law enforcers of Noland carry out the indiscriminate demolition work in the basement of the church.
The dark elf who was disguised as a member of the law enforcers secretly took out the magic-powered machine Josiah had given her.
She kept pressing the shutter on the top left corner, recording the entire scene in the basement.
Including the sacred soldiers standing beside the teleportation circle, and the law enforcers who were violently dismantling the teleportation circle. Everything was recorded by the dark elf in the form of photos.
"Do your best to record the full picture of the teleportation circle. Don't forget to take pictures of the sacred knights too."
As the dark elf kept pressing the shutter, a message popped up in front of her eyes. It was sent by Josiah.
This time, the dark elf wouldn't be scared by the magic net message. She had long gotten used to the magic net, and her typing speed had increased tremendously.
"Why don't you sell these pictures to the church? They'll offer a high price to reduce the negative impact of this incident."
The dark elf quickly gave a reply.
As the biggest intelligence dealer in Noland, she knew how to maximize the benefits of this information, including some scandals of the nobles.
This kind of information was like hot gold to intelligence traffickers. As long as they had the guts, intelligence traffickers could use these scandals to threaten the nobles. However, since there was no evidence, the final result was that they would be killed immediately.
But the dark elf had the magic camera, the result was completely different!
She held the iron-like evidence in her hands in the form of photos, and the hot gold instantly turned into a warm gold nugget.
The dark elf believed that if these photos were spread in Noland or posted on the spellcaster forum, the reputation of the Kingdom of Saints in Noland would fall to the bottom.
Building a teleportation circle in another country's territory was an act filled with hostility like invading another country's territory.
"You're still too young and naive. Don't always think about making a lot of money. A competent reporter doesn't just have to run fast, sometimes they also have to try to make a big news."
Josiah's reply popped up in the dark elf's field of vision again. She was now behind the law enforcers, ready to take pictures of the Noland's law enforcers and the helpless sacred army.
She saw Josiah's message and really wanted to tell Josiah her real age … but in the end, she thought about it and decided not to do such a meaningless thing.
The dark elf didn't spend any more time discussing with Josiah. The law enforcers had already erased most of the inscriptions on the teleportation circle. One of the enforcers cast a spell to control the bricks on the ground.
The entire basement trembled, and the floor was lifted up, revealing the core of the teleportation circle and the source of mana.
"Bring this core crystal back to the council!" The leader of the law enforcers ordered again.
After she used the camera to record the image of the core, there was no more valuable information in the basement of the church.
But soon, her sharp sense of smell as a reporter came into play. She … felt the presence of the heretic inquisitor in the church.
There was a heretic inquisitor alone in the church!
The dark elf ran out of the basement without the law enforcers and the sacred army noticing and started to walk into the depths of the church.
"Lord Chain, you … haven't left yet?"
Someone suddenly asked when the dark elf pushed open the door to a room on the other side of the church corridor.
Before the dark elf could push open the door completely, she already heard the sound of a sword being unsheathed.
She didn't give the inquisitor a chance. The door was suddenly pushed open. The inquisitor's first reaction was to stab at the door with his sword, but he was greeted by a series of powerful arrows.
Four arrows hit the inquisitor's hands and legs, nailing him to the wall behind him. He tried to struggle, but the next second, a sharp dagger was pressed against his neck.
"It's you … damn traitor!" He recognized Qianmian's true identity.
"I remember you too … You're the one who's most afraid of death. Since you've carried out a mission under me before, I'll let you go if you answer a few of my questions."
The dark elf's cold voice echoed in his ears. The dagger against his neck was already embedded in his flesh. If it went a centimeter further, it would cut his vocal cords.
"Give up, traitor. Your interrogation won't work on me!" he shouted loudly, as if trying to attract the attention of the people around him.
Unfortunately, the Holy Army in the church was with the law enforcers. The nuns were also under strict protection. There was no one around.
"Interrogation? This isn't an interrogation … "
The dark elf suddenly remembered that from today onwards, she was no longer the number one information dealer in Noland's dark side. Josiah had given her a legal job, a job called a reporter.
So it was time for her to change her style of doing things. Since her job had changed, she had to change the way she did things.
"This is … an interview! That's right, an interview … "
The dark elf repeated the word Josiah had mentioned when he introduced her to her job as a reporter. Then, she looked at the pitiful inquisitor again.
"Please answer the next few questions, and tell me how you're feeling right now."
Although the dark elf's words sounded polite, the dagger against the inquisitor's neck was getting closer and closer.
The inquisitor was honored to be the first person in the world to be interviewed by a reporter. Unfortunately, his treatment was terrible.
The inquisitor opened his mouth, as if hesitating. But soon, his expression twisted. His limbs suddenly began to soften, like a ball of gel being melted by fire.
The dark elf quickly took a step back. He … or rather, he was still alive. He let out a strange roar at the dark elf. After the roar ended, there was the sound of a camera shutter. The next second, an arrow pierced through his brain.
"How sad."
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