Two members of the Church of Shadows were taken away by soldiers under the City Hall.
One of the heretics is dying, and they will treat him after taking over the investigation.
Mayor Mateus returned to the top floor of the dungeon and glanced coldly at the one-eyed Vic who led them around the dungeon for twenty minutes before heading to the prison where the followers of the Shadow Church were held.
Assistant Valendo left behind the mayor and stood tall before one-eyed Vic.
"Inquisitor Vic, you will be temporarily suspended for detaining heretics without reporting, interrogating prisoners in violation of regulations..." After a short pause, the young assistant added: "As well as providing wrong information to delay time."
"During the suspension, you will be restricted from leaving the ice-free port of Wiener until the Privy Council's review of you is completed. If you have any objections, you can raise them now."
"Suspended!? But"
Balentin stepped forward to confront his assistant Valendo, but was roughly grabbed by One-Eyed Vic and pulled behind him.
"Just think of it as a vacation for yourself who hasn't relaxed for more than ten months."
The one-eyed Vic's only eye was fixed on the young assistant.
Assistant Valendo nodded, turned around and caught up with Mayor Mateus, who was leaving, and disappeared on the stone steps.
"Why don't you tell us the results of the interrogation!"
When all the guys who didn't belong to the dungeon left, Balentine couldn't help shouting.
"Tell what?"
"Tell these superiors that our exorcist is not as glamorous as he appears."
One-eyed Vic's eyes fell on this equally young subordinate: "Are you excited?"
"This is why I stand here, Lord Inquisitor..."
Ballentine did not hide his pathology: "Expose the filth buried under the shiny surface and expose the ugliness of the big shots."
"The Exorcist is a bigger figure than you can imagine. In front of him, Mayor Mateus is like a little follower." One-eyed Vic looked at his subordinate. "You really want to expose it."
The surface of human hope."
Balentine realized something, and his long-standing admiration for him slowly faded away: "Neither my dream nor my position allow me to hide it."
"That's because you don't know what it means. Cutting off the rotten body of a person who is about to freeze to death will only make him die faster." With the loss of his position as interrogator, One-Eyed Vic no longer shows his sharpness and roughness all the time.
Turn around and leave the dungeon.
"And don't call me interrogator again, I've been suspended."
Ballentine shouted behind him; "Is false beauty more valuable than the cruel truth?"
His question went unanswered, and he disappeared along with the figure deep into the stone steps leading to the ground.
…
Bang!
The wooden door of the tavern was violently pushed open.
Figures carrying oil lamps poured into the tavern surrounded by wind and snow.
The waiter ran over and held the door panel against the wind and snow, and the strong wind that ruffled hair and tablecloths subsided.
"Hey Vic, what a bad weather." The tavern owner greeted the new guests.
"Fortunately, you, a prairie dog, won't be open when it's really bad."
One-eyed Vic looked around at the guests chatting in low voices in twos and threes in the tavern, then came to sit down at the counter.
"The last time you came here was nine months ago." The tavern owner smiled. They obviously have a good relationship.
One-eyed Vic put down the oil lamp, took off his animal fur coat and piled it on another chair.
"It seems that the business of the tavern is not very good, otherwise you wouldn't be so obsessed with me."
"Or blood dandelion wine?" the tavern owner asked.
"Two drinks, the strongest one."
The tavern owner turned around and took down the bottles from the shelf.
At this time, the wooden door was pushed open, and the howling wind and snow rushed into the tavern. The waiter ran to close the door with his shoulder.
The guest who came in approached the counter, picked up One-Eyed Vic's coat, placed it on another empty seat, and sat down in front of the counter.
The tavern owner looked up at the quiet one-eyed Vic, pushed two glasses of bloody dandelion wine in front of them, and retreated to take a nap in the distance.
"I heard you were suspended."
The figure moved his glass of bloody dandelion wine closer.
"I hope the information you got was worth it."
"I'm not going to tell you." One-Eyed Vic took a big sip of the spicy blood dandelion wine. The liquid that hit his throat reminded him of lava and chili peppers.
"It seems that you did get very important information." The figure slowly swept across the tavern, as if visiting the style and decoration of the tavern. "Vic, have you forgotten your dead wife and daughter and the vows you made? Or is the enemy too powerful?
Are you holding back?"
squeak
The clenched palms rubbed against the wine glass, making a sound.
"Don't mention my wife and children."
The figure shrugged and looked around.
"I just don't want to be a weapon in the hands of you ugly politicians." One-eyed Vic continued.
"You shouldn't think that way. We are not taking advantage of our relationship, we are cooperating, just like before."
"Don't fool me like an idiot. I can guess what you want to do... Weiner Freeze Port will be destroyed because of you."
"Correction, it's not us." Whether it was a lie to obtain intelligence or a clarification, the figure had to reveal some truth to explain: "That person is also from Weiner Freeze Hong Kong. He will not do anything to destroy his home."
"Politicians are always a bunch of smart and stupid people." One-eyed Vic took another swig of wine.
"You can trust him as much as you trust me."
"I don't believe anyone."
One-eyed Vic's hoarse whisper reminds people of the lonely and dying old wolf in the snowy field, but still full of blood.
The figure changed his method to get information: "Persistence is a rare and valuable quality in this era. From the perspective of a friend, I don't want you to lose it."
One-eyed Vic didn't speak anymore, he just kept drinking the glass of dark red blood dandelion wine.
Gudonggudonggudong
Bang!
The bottom of the cup hit the counter, the wine mixed with saliva dripped down his beard, wetting his front, and the one eye between his messy brown hair was bloodshot.
He took out a handful of drink money and slapped it on the table, put on his coat, and left shakingly and silently.
The clerk closed the door to block the wind and snow. The figure turned his head silently and looked at the pile of banknotes slapped on the table by the one-eyed Vic.
There was a note inside.
…
He is an old enemy.
He cannot call his name.
He calls himself the Lord of the Deep Sea.
He is a being as great as the Lord.
When the stars returned to their alignment, He was freed from the seal of the hostile ancient gods through the sacrifices of his followers who walked the earth.
He is a thief who steals the ministry of the Lord.
He is unmatched.
Even the Tentacle Cultists warn of His horror.
Different from the two four systems classified by humans [evil spirits, evil spirits, weird, evil gods] and [ghosts, spirits, spirits, monsters], He is real, aloof, just like the legend, possessing vast power
gods.
He belongs to the ancient god who awakened in King Allen City.
He also belongs to the outside god who casts his gaze from the depths of the starry sky.