Cultural Invasion In Different World

Chapter 158: journal

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The holy city of the Holy Land.

No matter how many times Cheryl thinks that the teleportation array is a convenient thing, Nolan can teleport across several countries, and in just one day, she can return from Nolan to the one separated by several countries. Holy country.

But this return could not be called a triumph after the mission was completed. She was escorted back by the Crusaders.

The Heresy Inquisition is still the same as Cheryl left before, it is more like a dungeon than a church.

The whole air was filled with a strange incense, relying on these incense to make the judges returning from going out a little calmer.

However, Cheryl didn't feel how peaceful she was when she smelled these incense. She was reporting the situation of the mission to the bishop who oversees the Inquisition of Heresy.

Cheryl's location belongs to the core area of the entire Heresy Judgment Church, and she glanced at the bishops sitting in the judgment court.

Since they were all wearing stone masks, Cheryl couldn't see them clearly.

"Apart from you, the judge sent was brutally killed by that demon?"

"Let me correct it, it's a Chaos Demon, very cunning."

Cheryl fearlessly stared at the three bishops sitting on the judgment seat, explaining what she had encountered in Nolan.

Of course, what she expounded was all content to add fuel to vinegar, but she didn't lie when she described it as "cunning".

Because she had already fallen deeply into the trap set by the Chaos Demon named Qiao Xiu, a trap called Krypton Gold Kaibao.

The most dangerous thing is that even though Cheryl knew that this was a trick used by the demon to cheat money, she still enjoyed it.

"It's sad news that we have lost three more excellent judges..."

The three bishops did not seem to doubt what Cheryl said.

It seems that the Archbishop of the Desireless on Nolan's side treated Cheryl very "roughly", but he did not report the judge's evil deeds in Nolan to the church.

"Retire the judge, the church choir is ready to wash away your confusion."

"We will send a new judge to punish the demon hidden in Nolan."

"Wait a minute! Lord Bishop..."

Cheryl panicked when she heard that the three bishops were going to send new judges to Nolan.

"Judge, is there anything else?"

"Sir Bishop, the death of the presiding judge makes me very sad, so I can't forgive the crime committed by that demon at all!"

Cheryl admitted that she was lying, she didn't even know the name of the judge who was on the mission with her.

But she tried her best to sound sad and angry.

"Don't let your anger control you, Cheryl, keep calm... The sacred singing of the choir will calm your heart," one of the bishops advised Cheryl.

I don't need to listen to music! I fucking want to hit Hearthstone!

Although Cheryl thought so in her heart, she didn't say it outright.

In the end, Cheryl's petition was not approved by the three bishops, and she was taken out of the trial court.

After leaving the Inquisition, Cheryl came to the prayer room where the church choir sang hymns.

This place is far more comfortable than the gloomy atmosphere of the Inquisition of Heresy. Even in the middle of the night, there is still light scattered through the multi-colored glass on the benches below the prayer room.

The chants sung by the church choir slowly reverberated throughout the prayer room, and there was a sacred feeling of listening to the whispers of gods in the sun.

In the past, Cheryl would never get tired of sitting here all day, because only listening to these soothing songs in the prayer room could make her heart truly calm.

But this time Cheryl was sitting on the bench in the prayer room, maintaining a posture like a mollusk, with an expression of "I'm almost dead".

Ah... I really want to hit Hearthstone.

During the choir blessing, Cheryl's mind was full of this idea. The blessing did not last long, and the singing gradually disappeared after about half an hour.

Cheryl also stood up from the bench in the prayer room, and it took nearly half an hour to return to the room where she lived in the Heresy Tribunal.

After the heretic judges joined, they lived in the court of the Holy City for the rest of their lives, living a life similar to that of an ascetic.

There are many Inquisitors who have survived by their own beliefs, and Cheryl is simply trying to maintain herself in those crazy whispers.

The singing of the choir is essential to dispel the whispers, and Cheryl writes a diary every day to record what she has done.

Today is no exception, but when Cheryl came to the desk and opened the drawer, she found that there were incomplete traces in the corner of her diary.

"mouse?!"

She opened the yellowed diary, which was an extremely heavy "book" that recorded all her memories after she became a judge.

But a large part of this heavy tome seems to have been eaten by some creature.

"I knew it wouldn't do any good to live near the torture room. It must have been those goddamn butchers who forgot to clean up the body again."

Cheryl smelled the smell in the surrounding air, revealing a faint smell of blood.

This is the darkest corner of the entire holy city of the church. I don't know how many naive believers or unlucky pagans have been swallowed up.

Cheryl has long been accustomed to this kind of life, but it is still very annoying that more than half of the diary she has spent nearly decades writing has been devoured.

But her inner anger was quickly dissipated by the sudden singing in her ears...

what happened? Cheryl looked around, there was no way to hear a choir chant in such a dark place, and it didn't sound like a choir chant.

Elf language

A bright green leaf appeared in Cheryl's palm, and a special window popped up in her field of vision.

The magic net system... The gift that the Chaos Demon gave her before she left, Cheryl spent a long time on the way to figure out what kind of magic it was.

The song that makes people sound calm and peaceful comes from the "Voice of Nolan" that Cheryl has not closed.

"Frost Elf Taryn..."

Cheryl glanced at the title of Nolan's Voice and took out a pitch-black original spar, which was the "record" given to her by Messiah, and the name of the singer of the record was Tailin.

"If you bring her to the holy city, that bastard should almost retire..."

Cheryl listened to the elf poem, and the singing that sounded directly in her consciousness was far more effective than the chants of the choir.

She quickly turned her attention to the second application on the desktop, the "Spellcaster Forum".

Cheryl had already registered an account in the Spellcaster Forum on her way to the Kingdom of Holy Cult, and figured out how to use this forum.

"Maybe... I can use this forum to keep a journal?"

Cheryl glanced at the broken diary in her hand. If she came back a few days later, the diary would probably be eaten up by mice.