The Duchess took a long time to finish her story, and the three shadows in front of her did not say a word to interrupt her. She could not tell if they were tired of listening to her story.
"That's all. I returned to the temple." The Duchess had finished. She thought she had told the story in great detail, but the faint pressure that had been hanging over her had not disappeared, and she was still forced to kneel.
Then the third shadow spoke, using the same mechanical voice as the first two, asking, "He held back against you, why?"
"I don't know," the Duchess quickly replied. "Maybe he was attracted to my beauty? Or maybe he didn't have the confidence to defeat me? I've been blessed by the organization, and I'm no longer the — "
Before she could finish, the third shadow let out a disdainful sneer. Combined with the monotonous mechanical voice, it was an eerie chuckle. "Do you think that Hope is the same as those vulgar people you seduce? Do you think with your lower body? Or do you think you're stronger than that piece of trash, Thaas? "
With that, the Duchess felt the pressure on her body increase again. She couldn't even maintain her kneeling posture. She could only lie on the ground like a bitch. Her body began to sweat from fear and tremble.
At this time, the second shadow said sternly, "What are you hiding? What are you hiding? "
Under such pressure, the Duchess could only speak reluctantly, "Because my daughter was beside me at the time, and he is my daughter's teacher. I think he didn't want to hurt me in front of my daughter."
Perhaps the three shadows thought she had told the whole truth, because the invisible aura disappeared. The Duchess felt a lot more relaxed, but she still did not dare to stand up. She remained in her previous position, and even pressed her head to the ground. She begged the three shadows, "Supreme High Reverend, I'm willing to accept any form of punishment, but please let my daughter go. She's innocent, and she's the only reason I can live. I'm willing to accept any punishment on her behalf."
According to the rules and regulations of the Godsfall cult, secrecy was extremely strict. Once one's identity was exposed, the culprit would either kill all the witnesses or commit suicide. Vidomina, who had witnessed everything, was on their hit list.
The three shadows were silent for a long time. Finally, the first shadow said, "Get up. What kind of organization do you think we are? An evil force that slaughters the innocent? Or were they just a rabble trying to mislead the public? You're the only one among us who survived the attack on that hope, so you're still worth something. "
The Duchess did not expect the three shadows to be so easy to deal with. She slowly rose to her feet with an incredulous look on her face. If she was still valuable, then Vidomina should be safe.
"Thank you for your mercy, High Lord," she quickly said.
"Who's your superior?" the third shadow asked.
"Quentin, the Senior Deacon."
The third shadow heard her, and a wisp of black mist suddenly separated from his body and formed the shape of a raven. The raven circled the hall twice before landing beside the Duchess. Then, the black mist churned, and a man in a black robe appeared out of thin air.
"Supreme High Reverend, are you looking for me?" Quentin, the Senior Deacon, who had been summoned this way, bowed to the shadows. He looked at the Duchess as if she was a pig, and then asked in his deep, hoarse, middle-aged male voice, "Did this useless subordinate of mine offend the High Reverends?"
"Give her a new job. Don't let her die so easily," one of the shadows said.
"I've heard that the youngest son of the Southern Duke is a notorious lecher. Do you want her to go?" the Senior Deacon asked.
The Duchess shuddered. She had just escaped from the abyss of suffering, and now she had to return to the whirlpool of humiliation. She had to endure the pleasures of different men. She unconsciously clamped her legs together. She wanted to fight against this fate, but she did not have the courage to speak before the four people who could decide her fate.
But before she could speak, the Senior Deacon beside her suddenly knelt down. From where the Duchess was, she could see a wet mark on the Senior Deacon's back. It was obvious that he was experiencing the terrible, invisible pressure.
"I said, give her a safe job," one of the shadows said. Said a shadow. Even though it was still using that strange mechanical voice, the impatience in its words could be felt by everyone present.
"Do you think we're the kind of organization that uses women's bodies to conquer the world?" another of the shadows asked.
"Not at all. I'll let her be a liaison. That's the safest job I have," the Senior Deacon replied in a shaky voice, his body shaking like a leaf.
"Go." The first shadow withdrew its pressure, and the Senior Deacon stood up with a sigh of relief. He walked out of the hall without looking back. The Duchess quickly followed.
After leaving the hall, which had a suffocating atmosphere, the Senior Deacon turned to the Duchess and said, "Come to me as soon as you can!" After saying that, his body once again turned into an invisible black fog, and changed back to the appearance of a crow, flying into the hall.
This was a unique way for Godsfall to communicate with each other. The crow-shaped black mist was known as the Raven Messenger. The Raven Messenger could contact any Godsfall disciple at any time. The Raven Messenger could transform into the disciple's appearance and project the disciple's soul onto the Raven Messenger's body. Whatever the Raven Messenger could hear, see, or feel, the Raven Messenger could sense. Even the Raven Messenger, who was thousands of miles away, could make a senior deacon kneel and break out in a cold sweat.
If the High Lords wanted to, they could control the life and death of any cult member with the help of the Raven Messenger.
The Duchess, on the other hand, heaved a sigh of relief. She lifted her veil slightly, revealing a little bit of her delicate face. She took a few deep breaths of the fresh air outside the palace. She had barely made it through this ordeal. Speaking of which, it was all thanks to Master Hope's mercy …
"My daughter, you've really found yourself a good teacher …" The Duchess sighed with a bitter smile.
In the hall that had regained its tranquility, the three shadows did not disperse. After retrieving the crows that had flown back, the third shadow said, "The people below seem to have a lot of misunderstandings about our organization. Some of them even think of themselves as cultists. How regretful."
"Most of the cultists are stupid and ignorant. They can't understand what a great cause we're carrying out. It's nothing strange. It's normal for an organization like ours to have problems like this. There's no need to care about the opinions of the low-level pawns," the second shadow said nonchalantly.
"Some of the useless trash down there always abuse the power and authority we've given them. What a motley crew," the first shadow said in a displeased tone. It seemed like he was dissatisfied with his subordinates.
"It doesn't matter. That's not the point. The useless always find comfort in the more useless ones. Don't mind them. In the face of our absolute power, nothing matters. Remember, history is written by the victors, and we are the ones who will write history in the future. " The second shadow continued, "Besides, the Church has already helped us clean up a lot of these people, haven't they?"
"Because of the Church's purge, our forces on the surface have suffered heavy losses," the third shadow said. "Many of the organizations in the area are no longer functioning."
"It doesn't matter. We can have as many believers as we want." The second shadow appeared rather calm, as if the Church's large-scale purge campaign was nothing more than a scratch to them.
"That Hope, on the other hand, is troublesome. Where did he come from? Thaas, that piece of trash, may be stupid, but his strength is not to be trifled with. How could he be so low profile when he could take him out so easily? He even convinced people to believe his ridiculous lies, "the second shadow said.
Previously, when Baiyi fought Thaas, he had insisted that his enemies were fighting amongst themselves, and that he had taken advantage of the situation to reap the benefits. However, the Godsfall cultists knew that he was lying, but they did not understand why he would lie. Why would he give up the fame and power that was already within his reach? What good would it do him to show weakness to the world?
"He must have some secret that no one knows about. To cover up his secret, he was forced to do this, playing house with a few little girls every day," the first shadow said. "I heard that he loves little girls, but he has ruined our plans again. This is the third time this disgusting, child-obsessed pervert has ruined our plans."
"Try your best to uncover his secrets. That Duchess Duchess might be a useful pawn. However, I have a strange premonition that perhaps he isn't completely our enemy, "the third shadow said.
"Interesting premonitions. Your premonitions are always so special," the second shadow said. "But Umbra's assassins have already made their move. Let's take a good look at this Master Hope's true strength. If he survives, we might need to get in touch with him."
"Umbra's assassins? I don't think any of them are a match for him. "
"Normal ones won't do. But this time, we've spent a fortune."
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