The thick, dark yellow carpet, the chandelier that was full of candlesticks, the delicate and delicate stone statues, the vivid murals and reliefs, and the bright and warm ambience made the black building look like a certain noble's villa instead of the "hell" that would terrify people.
That was the first impression that the Inquisition left on Fernando and Douglas. After following the gatekeeper through the tree-lined path that was full of statues, they officially entered the place that every sorcerer feared from the bottom of their heart.
In the hall, except for Fernando, Douglas and the gatekeeper, no other staff of the Inquisition was walking around. However, with their keen senses, they sensed that quite a few people were hiding in the darkness. They seemed to be the first line of security of the Inquisition.
The gatekeeper was rather solemn and panicked. While walking, he said angrily, "I doubt your piety to the Lord. You should've reported such things as soon as possible. If you delay our mission, you'll be burned at the stake."
Pausing for a moment, he said in a gentler tone, "If everything goes well, you will be greatly rewarded, too."
"Yes, yes, my lord." Douglas was as submissive as a yes-man, and Fernando lowered his head and said nothing, as if he were scared.
The gatekeeper's' normal behavior 'and the information that he revealed made the night watchers who were hiding in the darkness take no action. They simply scanned Douglas and Fernando with the intuition of a Knight, the premonition of a cleric, and the spiritual power of a sorcerer. Since the two of them were well-prepared, such an examination did not reveal their real identities.
Of course, Douglas and Fernando did not disguise themselves as ordinary people, which would make it difficult for them to cover their magic waves in the divine power circle. They were playing the role of low-rank sorcerers who were ready to betray their companions. Their identities were half real and half false, which effectively covered the truth and did not attract any attention. After the fall of Antiffler, too many similar situations had happened.
Therefore, as the first line of security of the Inquisition, the night watchers were only slightly curious about the important intelligence, but they were not qualified to pay attention to such things.
After passing through the hall, they came to a corridor that extended east and west, with rooms that were either closed or opened on both sides.
Through the half-open door, Fernando found that there were only ordinary clerics who dealt with documents, files, and records. Most of them were not even at the level of an official pastor.
It was not until this moment that he and Douglas looked at each other. They understood each other's thoughts from their eyes and their slightly relaxed expressions. Although the Inquisition still followed the original rules and set up layers of vigilance and defense like the most solid fortress, even the most perfect arrangement still needed people to operate it. Careless and lazy people would make everything seem like nothing.
Halfway down the corridor, the Gatekeeper suddenly opened a tightly shut door. There were no decorations on the other side of the door. The gray floor was exposed, and a staircase that led downwards was right in the middle.
At the end of the stairs was a gray stone door, engraved with simple but profound divine symbols. They seemed to be ten crowns that symbolized different meanings, connected in a unique way.
Fernando and Douglas slightly narrowed their eyes at the same time, sensing the great power of the door. The door should be a visual representation of the defense circle of the Inquisition. After it was activated, it was almost equal to a level-nine red robe. The Church was so powerful that only legends could become grand cardinals.
"The Tree of Gifts …" Fernando murmured in his heart, recognizing the symbol of the ten crowns.
The Gatekeeper knocked on the fourth crown, and the rhythm of the knocking changed significantly. Soon, a monotonous voice came from inside, "Who is it? What's the matter? "
"The second squad, 'Touch of Dusk', today's Gatekeeper. Two low-rank sorcerers are here to inform us. The intelligence is very important. I'm worried that they might be hiding something or lying, so I brought them in for the captain to ask in person." The Gatekeeper answered clearly. His eyes were sharp and clear. However, if one observed carefully, they would find that his pupils were somewhat dilated and dilated.
Under normal circumstances, the informants could only ask the Gatekeeper to deliver the message, and then the captain of the night watchers would decide where to interrogate them. However, the Gatekeeper's reason was not unreasonable. After all, some special divine power circles that could distinguish lies could only be found in the interrogation room. Also, similar violations of the rules had happened many times. The night watchers had ignored the detailed rules set by their predecessors because of their frequent victories, or they simply could not remember them and thought that they were unnecessary.
The Gatekeeper was silent for a moment, as if he was trying to identify the three people outside the core of the divine power circle. Thirty seconds later, he said in a monotonous tone, "Come in."
Rays of light lit up. The ten crowns were enshrouded in holiness, and the door slowly moved back.
Douglas took a deep breath in his heart and was slightly delighted. Although he could control the Gatekeeper when the captain of the night watchers came out for interrogation, there were too many sorcerers in the Inquisition below the ground, and the waves of magic could be easily covered. If it were outside, he would have to rely on the silver lightning and the rumbling thunder.
Behind the gate was an endless pathway. The Gatekeeper on duty hid in the darkness and did not show up.
The pathway was zigzagging, and there were rows of silver candlesticks on both sides of the pathway. However, it was not candlelight on them that was lit up, but the holy light from the divine power circles.
The light was a sharp contrast to the dim and gloomy pathway, making it even more depressing and gloomy.
After passing through the pathway, the place became noisy. In the spacious hall, many people in black gloves were coming and going. There were also 'interrogators' in red gloves and 'executioners' in dark cloaks.
There were corridors around the hall, from which magic waves and divine power waves were spreading out now and then. It was obvious that someone was practicing their abilities or interrogating prisoners with them.
The staff of the Inquisition did not pay much attention to the 'gatekeeper', Douglas, and Fernando's arrival. In their opinion, with the official night watchers leading the way and passing all the previous inspections, what problems could there be?
The Gatekeeper turned into a corridor and knocked on a door that was painted with a black skull.
"Come in." An authoritative voice came from inside.
Pushing the door open, Fernando saw a middle-aged man whose face was as narrow and long as a viper's.
"Who are they?" The Gatekeeper asked, somewhat angry.
The Gatekeeper closed the door and repeated what he said just now.
"Don't be so reckless next time. Do the preliminary interrogation upstairs first." The Gatekeeper criticized, but not too harshly. Then, he raised his head and looked at Douglas and Fernando. "Do you know where Dark Storm is hiding? Do you know where the headquarter of the Union of Sorcerers is? "
His eyes became hazy, and the holy light on the wall began to flow. Obviously, he was looking for the answer with the help of the special divine power circle.
He was very confident. Although he was only a level-five grand Knight, with the help of the divine power circle, even senior-rank sorcerers would be affected if they were not prepared. The two low-rank sorcerers in front of him would not be able to resist at all.
Suddenly, the Gatekeeper saw a pair of deep and dark eyes, which were full of stars, sacred and charming.
"You really do know!" The Gatekeeper stood up abruptly and his voice became much louder.
The faint magical wave was so inconspicuous under the flowing Holy Light. It was almost nonexistent when mixed with the similar aura in the surroundings.
The Gatekeeper paced back and forth, "This is too important. I have to report it to the Executor! No, I have to ask the Hunter to come with me. "
The Executor was a big shot in the County Inquisition, and he was also a senior-rank sorcerer.
The Gatekeeper opened the door and said to a night watcher, "Ask the Hunter to go to the Executor's room. There's important information about Dark Storm and the Union of Sorcerers!"
The night watcher who passed by hurriedly nodded and trotted to the Hunter's room. The man had come here to hunt down Dark Storm! The Gatekeeper had to be informed as soon as possible!
The Hunter was the Vulture that Fernando mentioned. The Gatekeeper clenched his fists, waiting for the moment to explode.
The Gatekeeper and Douglas left the room and went to the Executor's room in another corridor. Along the way, both Douglas and Fernando glanced at the hidden divine power circles on the wall and came to the same conclusion. This place was very restrictive for sorcerers, and it would be very difficult for them to fight their way in. Even so, they were already standing in front of the Executor's room.
No matter how powerful the divine power circles were, they could still break through people's hearts. After hundreds of years of victory and peace, they were not vigilant at all.
As they walked, the captain of the night watchers suddenly paused and said to himself, "We have to bring the sorcerers who surrendered to them and let them confront them."
Therefore, the Gatekeeper changed his direction and went to another corridor.
That was Douglas's will. He had to make sure that the Hunters arrived at the Executor's room before he and the others did. After all, it would be difficult to hide the fact that the Night Watcher Captain and the Gatekeeper were under the Executor's control. By then, they would have to give up on the Hunters. There was not enough time. They had to finish the operation in a very short time and escape before the church noticed.
In the room, Benson was drinking the strong liquor that usually affected his sanity. He was very relaxed, and there was no more fear or anxiety on his face.
Of course, only when he was drunk could he forget the hatred in his friend's eyes before he died.
"Follow me to the Executor's room. Some sorcerers are giving us information. Please help us identify them." The Gatekeeper was very polite.
Ben Sen was a young man with a rosy complexion, he had good features and a dignified appearance, he smiled and said: "This is what I should do."
He glanced at Douglas, who was standing behind the Gatekeeper, and felt that he did not know him. However, he did not know many sorcerers in the organization, so it was normal that he did not know him.
Fernando, who had changed his appearance and vibe, also fooled Benson. The Gatekeeper was only amused by the fact that there was such a short male sorcerer.
He did not expect that Fernando would dare to come here. This was the Inquisition!
On the way, Benson did not pay much attention to the two sorcerers. They were only low-rank sorcerers, so they were not a threat to his position. Benson spent most of his time talking to the Gatekeeper, trying to build a good relationship with him.
The Gatekeeper caught the people in the hall and asked them a few questions. After confirming that the Hunter had gone to the Executor's room, the Gatekeeper quickened his pace, as if he was afraid that his superior would blame him.
In the Executor's room, the Hunter, who was wearing black leather armor and a shadow helmet, was sitting on a dark red armchair. He asked the Executor, who was wearing silver armor, sitting opposite him, "Do you really know where Dark Storm is?"
"They're not here yet, so I'm not sure. But the Lion won't invite you blindly," the Executor replied.
"Lion" was the Gatekeeper's code name.
The Hunter nodded and didn't say another word. He waited silently as though he had blended into the darkness.
Footsteps sounded. Someone was knocking on the door.
"Come in." The Executor knew that the Lion was here.
The door slowly opened. The Hunter's heart suddenly raced. After being promoted from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, he had a feeling that death was coming for him.
"No!" Without thinking, he rushed toward the door. His rich experience told him that only by rushing forward and interrupting the other party would he have a chance to survive.
However, everything in front of him became gray and dim. Everything stopped as if he had come to another world.
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