Tonight, the night is charming.

It's a pity that neither the sleeping residents nor the "shadows" running around in the dark have time to appreciate it.

These "Heretical Tribunal" inquisitors, who are fearful even when mentioned in a tavern, may be drinking and eating meat around them, listening to people talking about all kinds of dirty things, or maybe the sweepers on the roadside will also wear

The judge's robe, walking in the cold winter night.

Although they intend to be born in the world, they seek the true meaning of doctrine in the mortal world. They are priests, but they rarely stay in the temple. They are loyal believers, but their hands are stained with blood.

Although thousands of years have passed, the original meaning of "Night Watch" has long been forgotten.

They are no longer just "hiding by day and emerging at night", but exterminating the dangers lurking in the dark is still their mission throughout.

As long as there is a statue of the goddess of light standing, there will be these "shadows of gods". It is these "shadows of gods" that evil and evil cannot escape in the darkness.

"Two Lord Inquisitors, those people are inside the house."

Uniform judgment robes, each robe has fallen angels tattooed on it, and the identical masks make it impossible for anyone except the judge to tell them apart.

The two inquisitors arrived, and the soldiers in charge of surveillance saluted them.

"How long have they been in there?"

The voice was hoarse, and it was impossible to distinguish between male and female. However, these soldiers did not pry into the thoughts of these mysterious priests. Although they were full of curiosity, they also understood that some things could not be touched.

"Less than half an hour."

The soldier replied respectfully. He and his brothers were fully armed, each with a sophisticated crossbow and plenty of arrows. Chains made of black iron were quietly carried here by them. This simple thing in front of them

The wooden house was surrounded by forty-five sergeants.

"What's the specific situation?"

The judge then asked him.

"Sir, this house is a warehouse that was abandoned a year ago."

The soldier swallowed and continued.

"Our patrol team found three people dressed as farmers entering here three hours ago. Because the security has been raised recently and they were acting suspiciously, we asked the surrounding residents and found that these three people often come and go here."

"Well, you reported that human blood was found on these people's carts. Is that true?" asked another judge.

"Yes, to be precise, we found blood stains in the marks where their wheels ran over them. They thought it was the blood of cattle and sheep. After we let them go, we handed the blood sample to the warlock for identification, and found that it was actually human blood.

Blood'."

The soldier wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was the "lucky man" who found the blood stains. If he had impulsively detained these people, I don't know what would have happened.

"Very good, is there any movement inside?"

"There has been no movement. We tried to be as gentle as possible, but the surrounding residents have not been able to evacuate."

In fact, they were unable to notify residents to evacuate, and they did not dare to bear the consequences of causing commotion by notifying residents to evacuate.

Those people are very smart. There are no missing cases among residents nearby. The main missing persons occur in remote suburbs.

Suddenly informing them that there are cultists nearby or for other cover-up reasons will cause a commotion.

It must be said about their cunning that these innocent residents successfully turned into their alarm bells and protective umbrella.

In order to reduce the noise as much as possible, they are not even allowed to carry torches. Fortunately, the moon is bright enough tonight, so it will not affect anything.

"Well, I understand. You have done your best, and then leave it to us."

The inquisitor did not criticize them harshly. If the inquisitor pushed the problems that may occur next to them, these soldiers walking on the edge of the knife would lose their livelihood.

Knowing that these two judges understood their difficulties, their eyes were filled with gratitude.

In that small wooden house, there were terrifying cultists doing shady things.

Although these soldiers have received training, in fact most of them have never even killed anyone.

They are not regular troops, they are just regiment training organized by local authorities. They were originally honest farmers who farmed the fields, but later joined the army and became soldiers for various reasons.

Although he has some courage, his legs are trembling a little when he thinks about the rumors about these cultists. Fortunately, the cold wind is blowing tonight, and a few soldiers with weak legs can make excuses to cover themselves up.

Even if there was no order from above, they would not dare to approach this abandoned warehouse that looked like nothing out of the ordinary.

So they all took their crossbows with them, strung them, and aimed at every hole, door, and window where a living thing might come out.

The two judges ended their cross-examination, and the soldier quietly returned to the team. He waved at everyone to get ready.

The six soldiers guarding the door moved their positions, carefully avoiding the stones piled on the ground and baskets left by some farmers, and made way for the two priests.

The taller executioner pushed the wooden door covered with snow particles and dust, which was locked on the inside.

"They already know we're coming, and they've put a ban inside."

The chief judge reminded from the side.

"Restriction? What effect does it have?"

Restriction is also a type of magic. The concept is relatively general and usually refers to a technique arranged in a fixed space. Although the executioner's field is not magic, he still understands these basic things.

The people inside can use magic, which also shows that their identities are not clear.

"It's just a simple alarm that has been triggered for a while. Why don't we wait for the presiding judge?"

The other party already knew about his situation but made no move. Is this a pretense or has another intention? The chief judge was a little worried.

The chief executioner looked back and saw that there were more soldiers, and there were several magicians in priest uniforms, several mages and several others wearing the same standard judicial robes, but they were not on the silver collar buttons.

The auxiliary officer of the "fallen angel" on the chest.

"Both the government troops, our people and even the local temples have come to support us. The moon is very good today, so I think we don't have to wait."

He grasped the handle of the mace that he had taken out from somewhere, and slammed the fine-steel hammer head against the dilapidated wooden door.

"Walk."

Although the wooden board was old, it was still very strong, but it fell apart instantly under the hammer. The smashed wooden door fell down, splashing dust all over the room.

The two of them ducked to both sides, but no hidden arrows were shot from inside.

The chief executioner stepped on the wooden board and stepped into the room first. The chief judge sighed and followed suit.

As the person in charge of this mission, they have the obligation to take the lead. Of course, the people outside who are waiting in full force will rush forward as soon as they give the signal.

Ke La, Ke La...

The hard rubber soles made a clear sound on the already soft wooden boards, and they were alert to the possible attack at any time.

When I first entered the cabin, I was worried that my eyesight could not adapt to the darkness.

After opening the door, I realized that the house was actually quite bright. The roof of the house had many holes made by stones from naughty children or the hail of the past few days. The moonlight outside just came through. Although it was not as good as the street outside.

, but the many debris accumulated inside can still be seen clearly.

The soldiers and priests came in closely behind, and the magician's hands shimmered with light, illuminating those things hidden in the shadows.

Swords and long sticks were stirring randomly in the haystacks, picking out the debris inside.

"Where are the people? Just some pots and pans? Where are they? Search carefully!"

The first batch of soldiers who arrived were very nervous and even panicked. They were responsible for guarding the people in the house. If their negligence caused the suspect to escape, this would not be a small matter that could be brushed aside.

"Are you sure they came in?"

The priest of a temple questioned these soldiers. The young soldier blushed and explained desperately:

"Yes, they did come in. All the brothers saw it, and there is no problem with our eyesight. There is a fat man, a thin man, and a short man, and they are all carrying big sacks. How could we miss them!"

"Oh, where are they? Where are the sacks?"

These usually aloof priests got up in the middle of the night in winter and gathered in this shabby warehouse. Naturally, they were not in a good mood. Now it seemed that something was wrong with the soldiers who reported the news. Although they were restrained, their tone was

It's a bit crowded here.

"This...this..."

The soldier was speechless.

"Huh, you guys..."

The priest wanted to make a few more sarcastic remarks.

"That's enough. They probably haven't left yet."

The chief judge suppressed the smell of gunpowder at the scene. After all, there were dozens of people watching this small room, and logically not even a mouse could escape.

"As a warehouse, don't you think the space here is a little too small?"

When more than a dozen people entered, the place became very crowded. Although there were some clutter piled up, the room was still a bit small for a warehouse.

As soon as this question was raised, people started whispering.

"That is to say, this house should have a cellar or something, right? But this place has been dug through, and there is no entrance on the floor?"

While the soldiers were carrying the haystacks, those in the trial room were banging on the floor, looking for possible secret doors.

"It seems like another simple deception."

The chief judge squatted down, with the radiance of divine magic condensing in his hands, and golden divine runes surging on the floor like waves.
To be continued...